Nobody's

by Rhea Wilde

  I couldn’t see anything. I could only see how the black dress clinged to my body and how my wig sat perfectly upon my head. But there was a feeling stirring inside of me. Maybe it was just that blind hope that I had when the night began. Optimism often left me disappointed most of the time. It didn’t stop me from dreaming though.

  As if some greater being was listening to my thoughts, slowly the window started to fall down. I could barely see the interior. And then suddenly, he came into view.

  Only the upper part of his body was showing but that was more than enough. His brown hair was slicked and parted over his head into a neat trim. His jawline was sharp and without a single hair on it. And his eyes… his eyes were a deep green that seemed to stick out from the darkness of the limo he sat in. I could barely make out the navy blue suit draped over his broad shoulders but it was safe to assume that it fit him perfectly.

  As I looked at him, I had to remind myself that he was the same as any other man. This was a potential client. And when I reminded myself of that, I flipped the switch and forgot about the cold of the night. I dropped my arms to my sides and gave him the seductive smile that had weakened so many men before.

  His lips slowly turned into a smile and I saw the pearly whites they were hiding. Then, with a single word, he told me that he was more than just your average customer.

  “Hello.”

  He had to be some professional. Some man who spent all of his time in business meetings talking to other people about a lot of money. He managed to ooze more charm than any man I’d spoken to in the past month and I hadn’t even said anything to him yet.

  “Hello,” I replied simply.

  “I was wondering if I could ask you a favor.”

  “And what would that favor be, sir?”

  “I’m not usually in this part of town. My driver is a little lost and he’s too embarrassed to ask for directions himself.”

  “Curious,” I said as I took a step closer to the limo. “Isn’t that his job?”

  “Getting lost or asking for directions?”

  “Both,” I smirked at him.

  He did the same back to me and the two of us shared a moment of silent laughter.

  “I hope I’m not being out of line but are you familiar with this part of town?” he asked me.

  “I know my way around. And I know how to get out of here.”

  “I was wondering, if you would be so inclined, if you wouldn’t mind going for a drive to help us get out of here. Once my driver figures a way out, he can take you back, of course.”

  He winked at me and when he did, I felt my body take another involuntary step toward him. There was something deep within in his green eyes that let me know he knew what he was doing, despite the facade he was putting on. His eyes narrowed and the corner of his mouth curved up slightly. I looked around to see if there were any police watching. I was in a black minidress talking to a man through his window. There wouldn’t be any way to explain it.

  “Directions don’t come cheap. Tour guides usually cost a lot of money.”

  “Ah, yes,” he nodded, continuing to smile at me. “I understand that. After all, they’re spending their time to show you around as well as demonstrating their… expertise about the places you’re going to.”

  I took another step closer, intrigued by how willing he was to play the game.

  “Are you willing to pay that price for a personal tour of this part of town?” I asked him.

  He didn’t say anything. He only smirked back at me. I couldn’t figure out if he was deciding whether or not I was worth it so I turned on the charm. I raised my eyebrows and puckered my red lips to give him a preview of things that may come.

  “Double it,” he said suddenly.

  “What?”

  I nearly broke character and had to take a step back from what he was saying. Before I could give him an answer, he interrupted me again.

  “Fine,” he said. “Triple.”

  Not sure if he was serious, I looked around again to see if there were any police in plain sight. When I turned back to him, the smile on his face was gone, replaced by an intensity that made his green eyes look like smoldering emeralds.

  “Triple,” I repeated him.

  “Not a penny less,” he said. “I know how important a tour guide’s time is to them.”

  “Deal.”

  With that, the door plopped open just like I had imagined it except there were no stacks of money waiting for me. In its place was a man dressed in a well-tailored navy blue suit sitting in his chair. He offered his hand out to me and I took it as I gingerly took a seat across from him. The door slammed shut and the limo sped off through the streets.

  He reached into the small ice box next to him and started to pour two glasses of champagne.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he asked me.

  I simply nodded my head as I swallowed, trying to take in and interpret the man sitting in front of me. The rest of his body matched what I had seen through the window. Underneath his suit jacket, I could see the frame of a man who took care of himself. As he poured the champagne, the diamonds on his watch reflected the light coming from the roof of the limo. I thanked him as he handed me the glass and I took a sip as seductively as I could. The sparkly champagne bubbled against my lips and I licked them clean while he watched me.

  “So, what’s a man like you doing in this part of town?”

  “I don’t usually pay much attention when I’m in this limo,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. “Usually I pay him to drive me around to take in the city but I think he ventured a little farther than he intended to. Not that I blame him though. I hear this part of the city has excellent tour guides.”

  “The best.”

  I winked at him and he took a sip of champagne to cover the smile that had formed on his face.

  I was still suspicious of him. His face was youthful. Almost too youthful for him to look the way that he did. He was ravishingly good-looking but the limo, the suit and the champagne wasn’t something that you could credit to your genes. He was an heir of some kind. That had to be it because no man who looked like he did would have the money to throw away if he actually worked hard to get it.

  “Your driver doesn’t seem to be lost anymore,” I said to him as we continued to speed along through the streets.

  “It’s funny how that happens, isn’t it? You spend money on something and realize that you don’t need it anymore. But I promised you triple for your time and I won’t back out of that. So, how much is that exactly, Miss…”

  “Angel.”

  “Ms. Angel. How appropriate. I imagine that time with an angel is valuable. But if you could, how much would triple be exactly?”

  He stared at me and narrowed his eyes. It was as if he was daring me to test his limits. Something in his eyes told me that he was up to the challenge. I normally charged just one-hundred for an hour but that was pocket change to who this man was pretending to be. Now if it was time to see if he was faking it or not.

  “And exactly how much time do plan on spending with me tonight?” I asked him. “Will your driver be staying up late tonight?”

  “No. He’s sleeping early. But he should be ready to take you back in the morning.”

  I gulped at his proposal to spend the night with him. He nonchalantly took another sip of his champagne. Even the way he held his glass had an almost regal quality to it. He had definitely played this part before.

  “The entire night,” I said. “And triple. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

  “I’ve already overpaid for something I didn’t need in the first place, Angel. Why not splurge?”

  I searched my head and tried to find the perfect number. I needed to push him as far as I could without insulting him. Something that was both reasonable and realistic but still got me as much as I felt I deserved.

  “Fifteen hundred.”

  I said the number he sighed a deep breath and placed the glass of champa
gne next to him. I feared that I had overstepped the line. He said triple and I was charging him significantly more. But I held my ground. I tried to remain as nonchalant as possible. I pretended like I threw that number around on a regular basis. Men were dying to see me and be with me. After all, I was an Angel.

  Waiting for him to signal the driver to stop, I watched as he leaned toward a small compartment next to his seat. I had to stop my eyes from widening as he pulled a small stack of bills from it.

  “Fifteen hundred,” he repeated.

  He placed the money next to me and I stared down at the stack. I looked back up at him and was genuinely confused as to what he wanted me to do as he stared back at me.

  “Do you want me to count it?” I asked him.

  “You can if you want to.”

  I placed my glass of champagne and picked up the money. Just the weight of all of the money was hypnotizing. I counted out my money. He motioned for me to place it inside of my purse. But there was an extra five hundred dollars remaining in a small pile next to me that I picked up and handed to him. He put his hand up and stopped me.

  “You seem like a really good tour guide, Angel.”

  “I am the best.”

  “I don’t doubt that. I think that the best tour guide in the city deserves a tip.”

  I swallowed again as I held the money out in front of me. He didn’t seem to care. He didn’t budge, just picking up his glass of champagne again and taking another sip. He widened his eyes then looked at my purse. Still not believing what he was doing, I slowly placed the money with the rest of it and zipped my purse closed.

  “If you were going to tip me, why did you have me count it?” I asked him.

  “You were the one who insisted on counting it, Angel. I never asked for the difference back.”

  He winked at me and when he smiled, I couldn’t help but do the same. My optimism had paid off in more ways than one. In a single night I had managed to make more than I did in months. He called me Angel but the man sitting in front of me fit the description even better.

  “It looks like we’ll be having a lovely evening together,” he said.

  “Yes, we shall.”

  “There’s no need for you sit all the way across from me. How about we get to know each other better?”

  I smiled at him for a second before making my way onto the seat next to him.

  “Where are my manners?” he said as he extended his hand out to me. “Thomas. Thomas Livingston.”

  “Angel,” I said as I shook his hand. “I’ll be your tour guide for tonight.”

  “Tell me, Angel. Do you know any good hotels in the city?”

  “I might.”

  “What is the best hotel in the city?”

  “I prefer The Exquisite.”

  “Then The Exquisite it is.”

  He lowered the separator of the limo and instructed his driver where to go. After once again giving us the privacy we both wanted, Thomas leaned in closer to me and stared into my eyes. We were locked on one another. I could feel it building up inside of him. The blood rushing down between his legs and thickening his cock. After what he had just paid me, the feeling became almost mutual as a drop of my wetness seeped out onto my black silk panties.

  “You know, it’s not very far to The Exquisite,” he said to me.

  “Hmm, you know your way around more than you were letting on, Mr. Livingston.”

  “Well, maybe, Angel. Maybe. But there’s still time before we get there.”

  “There is…”

  “How about you tell me all about everything between here and The Exquisite? I’m curious to see just how good of a tour guide you are and frankly, I can’t wait.”

  There was a devilish look in his green eyes. They narrowed with a lust within them that was easy to read. I leaned in closer to him but didn’t kiss him. I teased him, breathing my lips upon his. He moaned softly. I placed my hand upon his thigh and moved it up. I was surprised that my fingers had run into his cock much quicker than I anticipated. His full length was already restrained along the side of his thigh. I was pleasantly surprised that he was much bigger than I expected.

  “This is my favorite part of the city, Mr. Livingston.”

  “Really? Why is that, Angel?”

  “Because it’s a real dirty part of town. We’re still in the slums. But we’re right on the edge. The line that separates the drudgery from the excitement. We’re right there, Mr. Livingston. Can you feel it?”

  “I can…”

  I slowly jerked him through his pants to make sure that he was ready. Our eyes remained locked upon one another as I slowly unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper. Tugging his boxer shorts down, his restrained cock burst free. I could only see it from the corner of my eye though as I continued to give him the lustful gaze that he was giving me.

  The limo sped off toward The Exquisite. We would be arriving there in just a few minutes. But that was more than enough time to give him a sneak preview of the rest of the night. Behind the shroud of the tinted windows, I fell to my knees and slowly started the tour he had been seeking.

  Chapter 3

  The twitching of Thomas’s length beckoned for more and deep down inside, I wanted nothing more than to please him. It was the least I could do. I couldn’t tell if it was the two thousand dollars in my purse or his ravishing good looks but Thomas was the special kind of client that deserved nothing less than a special kind of treatment.

  When the limo pulled up to The Exquisite, I looked into his eyes, silently asking him if he wanted me to stop. But he had more willpower than I expected and he pulled me off of him before zipping himself back up. Our business would definitely get finished when the time came.

  He managed to sneak himself back into his pants just as the driver opened the door. I grinned at him as I wiped the saliva off of my lips with my thumb, continuing to remind him of what was to come.

  “After you,” he said, offering the way out to me.

  I took the driver’s hand and stepped out of the limo. I was greeted by several hotel staff as Thomas followed up just behind me.

  “Hello, Mr. Livingston,” the concierge said. “Always a pleasure to have you in. Will you be staying in your usual suite?”

  “Yes, I will. Make sure there are no disturbances.”

  “Of course, Mr. Livingston.”

  The Exquisite hotel was on the other side of the city and a place that I had only been to a handful of times. It was the priciest resort in the city, reserved for only the truly elite. I continued to test Thomas by asking him to take me here but he didn’t even flinch when I told him that this was the place to be.

  We continued to be escorted by the hotel staff as we made our way through the lobby. It was dramatically from the casino I usually looked for clients in. The lights were the first thing you would notice. It wasn’t just that there were more of them. The giant chandelier hanging in the main lobby was like the sun. The light shimmered so bright that it bounced off of the stainless marble walls and floors and reflected upon all of the snooty clientele.

  The people were different. Instead of those individuals trying to find a way to make a quick buck, the well-dressed patrons of The Exquisite casino seemed to accept that they were throwing their money away when they laid it on whichever table they chose. The experience of throwing dice and watching the dealer flip cards over was the equivalent of burning money. I guess that’s what you do when there’s nothing left to spend it on. I had to hold back a sigh as I watched thousands of dollars exchange hands without a care in the world.

  “They know who you are here?” I asked him.

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  “You even have your own suite.”

  “Yes.”

  “What if I had said another hotel? What if I said The Elegant or Higher Gardens?”

  “Well, maybe next time I pick you up, you can say that and you can find out for yourself.”

  He winked at me and piqued my curiosit
y even more. I found myself wanting to do something besides my job. Already he was unlike any other client I’d ever met. Just exactly who was Thomas Livingston?

  The night had grown old but the sun still wouldn’t be showing up for some time. When we made it through the hotel and took an elevator up to the highest level of the building, we finally ended up at the door to his suite. Several security guards and hotel staff stood just outside.

  “The kitchen will be available all night, Mr. Livingston,” the concierge explained. “Limo service. Directory. Anything at all, sir. We’ll be on call while you’re here. Enjoy your stay. And thank you for choosing to stay here.”

  The hotel staff made their way from the door while security took their place at the door. I looked at Thomas as he opened the door to his suite. Even though it was clear that this place was reserved for people just like him, I still wasn’t prepared for what laid inside.

  I took a step inside of the suite and had to stop myself from falling over. The luxuriousness of the room was overwhelming. An entire bar fully-stocked with bottles and bottles of wine and champagne behind it was on one side. Several leather couches extended around the main living room. A fireplace burned on the other side. The long hallways extended deeper into the suite toward more rooms than I could count. And then there was the view.

  There were magnets connected to the end of my feet. I stopped thinking. My heels clicked against the floor as I made my way toward the large window wall to get a view of the city. There was no question about how high we were. All of the lights down below were mesmerizing. From up here, the cars and people in the streets looked so tiny. I looked in the distance toward my apartment and noticed how much darker that part of the city was. It was dingy and dirty, separated from the area I was standing in by an invisible line.

  “Tell me something about what you see.”

  I turned around and Thomas was pouring two glasses of champagne for the both of us.

  “What do you mean?” I asked him.

  “You’re a tour guide,” he explained. “Tell me what you see. Where are you staying?”