by Vivien Vale
He says, "Coffee-flavored Belgian waffles with homemade whipped cream."
"Leo," I say, “that sounds amazing.” Wow. I have to say, Leo Asher knows how to take care of a woman.
I dig in, ravenous from this morning.
"It's so peaceful up here," I remark. "You're in the middle of the action and yet so removed. I could stay out here all day."
"Well," he says. "You can. Why don't you lay out here, get a tan, order a massage, and then get ready to see me later tonight?"
"That sounds perfect.”
"You’re what’s perfect. But unfortunately, I have to escape to the office for a few hours, as much as I'd like to seduce you out here on the terrace."
Hmm, that gives me an idea. Surely he has time for just one more round.
I finish my mimosa and it gives me the liquid courage to make my move. Leo looks so good in his suit. But I'm dying to get him back out of it, to unleash his cock and give him one more reason to think about me today.
"I'll lay out and work on my tan," I say as I casually remove my black pants so I'm wearing nothing but my lacy bodysuit.
I immediately know my tactic works because his eyes are feasting on me. I make my way over to one of the lounge chairs and pretend to be up to nothing but getting some sun.
He comes over just like I knew he would. He's like a puppy, standing right next to my chair. He’s not the only one with some control, even though he’d never admit it.
"Hey." I peer up through the brightness. "You're blocking my sun."
"Come here," he says.
I sit up, and he pulls his cock free from the expensive pants. It's standing at attention, proud and hard in all its glory, up here on the penthouse terrace for no one to see but me. I eye it greedily, and soon he's pushing it towards me.
I wrap my hand around the length of his shaft. I can barely fit my hand around his cock because it's so fucking huge.
I’m instantly wet, and I know I won’t be wearing this bodysuit any more today after we’re done here. I suck the tip of his cock that’s beading with pre-cum and it makes him groan. He pulls my tit out of the lacy top and fingers my nipple.
I moan around his shaft and lick and suck and taste.
He forces his cock deeper into my mouth and take it all, just the way he likes it. He must be feeling so fucking powerful in his luxe suit with me, his bought and paid for escort, sucking on him like there's nothing I’d rather do.
I take it deep and I focus on making sure his cock is dripping wet from my mouth. It grows impossibly harder.
He picks me up and bends me over the lounge chair. Before I know it, he's unclasping the hook of my bodysuit that's right between my legs.
His fingers graze my pussy as he does so and I have to suppress a moan. I don't want him to know how very bad I want this.
First, he licks a couple fingers and traces the line of my pussy with them. The motion makes me fucking soaking wet. I could come right now but I wait.
But he doesn’t make me wait long. He must want it as badly as I do. Soon his huge cock is pushing deep into me from behind.
"God, Leo. Fuck."
He doesn't say anything but just keeps on fucking my hole. It's so hot being out here on the terrace, partially but not all the way hidden from potential onlookers.
Something about that ups the ante and increases the rush between my thighs. I’m gushing everywhere and the sound of the wet slaps as he fucks me hard make me wild.
I grind back on his hips so that my G-spot is more easily stimulated. He's thrusting hard and I know I have only minutes to keep up. I finger my clit and he moans into me.
“That’s right, baby. Touch your pussy.”
He's holding my tits, gripping them tight, using them to pull me closer to him, deeper with every thrust.
I feel my pulse quicken and he knows I'm gonna come. We know how to read each other’s lust like a first language now.
I finger myself round and round my clit until a fuse lights, burning me up from within. And then as he fucks me so much harder, I feel the little waves turn into something tidal.
I’m about to come, and it's going to be one of those moments where I know I'll lose all control. I think I could even pass out right in the middle of sex.
I try to surf along the edges of the momentum, drawing out my pleasure, but the force of his cock is just too great. My walls clamp down on his cock for support and I shatter into a million pieces. Fireworks explode in a rainbow of colors behind my eyelids.
I know he's coming too because I hear him gasp and groan and he pulls my hips back to meet his own. He pumps his hot cum into me and both our bodies still.
I know it's ended, he's fucked me and it's over, but my body instantly misses him when he pulls out.
Leo's zipping up his pants and fixing his suit.
Another part of me, though, is relieved that he's going to work and that I'll have a break from fucking to compose myself and get a fucking grip. I’m running the real risk of getting in too deep with him.
Suddenly the idea of lounging the sun and getting a massage seems like truly the perfect tonic to rejuvenate myself. To just relax for a while.
Leo Asher is a man with more stamina than I’ve ever seen. But by the thunderous quality of that last orgasm, I'm starting to doubt whether I can keep up. I guess a girl could have bigger problems. I make another mimosa and watch him walk away.
Leo
The stylist arrives right on time. She brings in a rack of clothes for Sienna to choose from. The makeup and hair people come soon after. Sienna and I have come up with a plan to remedy the situation and she'll need to look perfect.
Maybe it's an excuse to spoil her a little. She's been through so much and she's been quite a trooper having her life turned upside down and dealing with her brother. I want to take the heaviness away from her and put it on my own shoulders for just a while. I can bear the brunt of gossip and bad news, she, however, doesn’t deserve it.
She comes out of the shower, hair wet and wearing my robe.
"What is this? Leo?" Her eyes light up, and I fucking love it. I want to be the one to put that look on her face every single day.
"I've ordered it all for you. I want you to just relax and let yourself be pampered."
She kisses me on the cheek. "Thank you."
She's always grateful for even the smallest things and that makes me want to spoil her even more.
"You deserve some respite." I pour her a glass of wine to get the evening started. "Here, we might as well make this fun."
"Yes! Have a glass with me?"
"I'll have whiskey."
I pour myself some in a crystal tumbler. Then I leave her to enjoy all the fun that comes with having a glam squad.
"I'll let you enjoy it without any distractions."
"Okay." She’s already rifling through the rack of clothes with happiness.
Well, at least something's been able to put a smile on her face.
I finish my drink and go to take a shower and by the time I come out, Sienna's squad is putting the final touches on her makeup.
"You look...amazing."
"Just wait until you see her dress," the stylist says as she holds up a tiny black silky thing.
"Plus, there are sky-high heels," Sienna says with delight.
My eyes grow ravenous as I take her in. It's hard not to want to fuck her day and night. I feel like taking her perfectly polished appearance and fucking her until she’s in complete disarray. I feel like sending these people away and tossing her over my shoulder so that I can have my way with her in the bedroom.
She looks at me and sees what I'm thinking. Is my desire that obvious?
"No, Leo,” she says with a smile, though I see the heat in her eyes and her unwillingness to leave yet too. “We don't have time."
She read my mind.
"But later we will.” She says it like a promise. “And I guess that means we have all night to think about it."
The sexu
al tension is thick, and I'm happy to say we've made the glam squad suitably uncomfortable. They finish up quickly and pack away their things. There are kisses on the cheek and thank yous before they depart. Sienna has likely made fast friends of the squad and I imagine they'll be around more often. At least as long as she’s here with me.
I pull her close and kiss her. She leans back, her eyes wide.
"No, babe! My lipstick."
She doesn't leave me hanging, though, because she unties her robe and lets it fall to the floor. All she's wearing is a black lace bra and thong. She does a little spin, causing my cock to twitch, straining against my pants to get to her.
"Now help me get into the dress."
"No problem." My voice comes out thick, and I have to swallow hard and clear my throat. Fuck, this woman drives me crazy. Typically by this point, I’d be tired of a woman. Bored. But with Sienna I seem to want her more every day. It’s becoming an insatiable desire.
I hold the skimpy little dress up and try to determine front from back. She's laughing at me now as I fumble with the fabric.
"Give it to me,” she says, snatching it away.
She slides it over her head, and her lingerie sadly disappears, but the tight fabric of the dress hugs every curve just right so that my imagination doesn’t have to venture far.
"You ready for this?" I ask as I take her arm and lead her downstairs.
"Yes. But it's going to be pretty hard to hate you."
Breaking up is part of our plan.
"Well, you didn't seem to have any problem with it before," I jest.
"That's when things were different." Her voice is soft this time. There’s no anger there.
But I don't probe her more. I’m still uncertain about how to deal with what’s going on between us.
We go downstairs and into the Inner Sanctum. Our plan is to continue making it look like she's an escort so that we can possibly get a handle on who the informant is working for. The easiest way to kill the target is to go right for the hornet's nest.
Again, we walk through the casino, and there's a hushed silence despite all the chaos of slot machines going and tourists everywhere laughing and drinking. Our names have been splashed all over the media, and all eyes are on us, which is just the way we need it to be.
I lead her to the high roller tables and we begin gambling. We're pretending not to notice that people are watching our every move. Little do they know that a soap opera's about to be played out for their entertainment needs.
We act like the happy couple at first. I'm kissing her and smiling. We're ordering drinks and laughing as we play blackjack, poker, and roulette.
I whisper in her ear as we plan our dramatic scene.
"Do you think it's time?" I inhale her perfume as I say the words.
My cock is throbbing, and I want to take her into a side room and fuck her brains out before the drama begins. I can't take my hands off of her. And she's happy to be wanted. She's flirting with me and I hate that we'll have to separate for even a moment before I ravage her tonight.
"I guess it can be time. But I'm having so much fun."
"I know. But the sooner this is over, the closer we'll be to freedom."
"Okay." She nods, and her eyes are wide, and I know she regrets as much as I do what has to be done.
"Alright, I'll start. Just remember that whatever I say, I don't mean." I feel like I need to give her fair warning after the harsh things I said to her when we first saw each other again.
I start to argue with her, loudly enough so that people in the immediate vicinity can hear.
"You little slut, are you telling me you want to break our agreement?"
She stands up and pours a glass of water all over my suit.
"That's exactly what I'm saying. You're an asshole and I wouldn't dream of spending a single moment more with you."
She turns to stalk out but I grab her arm. People are definitely looking but we stay true to our roles. It's the only way to put an end to this blackmail.
"You're not going anywhere," I say as a small crowd forms. "I paid a hundred thousand dollars for a month with you, and I expect you to make good on that arrangement. Otherwise, I'll call your boss and have you fired."
She turns around with viciousness in her eyes. "You wouldn't dare."
"I would," I say, confident like I always am, but with obvious anger in my voice.
"Fine. Call him. I don't give a damn. I just want to be away from you forever."
She storms out, and I know she's on her way back up to my penthouse through the private entrance like we agreed upon beforehand.
The crowd eventually scatters, and I make sure to stay awhile longer to flesh out the scene.
I act broody over my scotch, and in truth I am broody.
I still haven't told Sienna about my true feelings, that I've loved her from the moment I first laid eyes on her.
She still doesn't know that it was her brother Jax who kept us apart. She has no idea about his threatening nature and about how overprotective he is. I don't have to act the part of a crestfallen man because that's the way I truly feel. I don’t know how to get past all of that and to the point where we can be together.
I stay at the luxe lounge for two more drinks and then make my very public walk to the penthouse elevator. Everyone who didn't witness our breakup knows about it now. The news has traveled like wildfire. My phone is pinging as concerned friends hear of the news. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s trending on social media. We probably have our own fucking hashtag.
I go into the elevator and loosen my tie. I'm ready to be with Sienna without pretenses and without the charade. I want things to work out between us. I know this now. I'm ready to just be and to stop pretending.
A little while more, I tell myself. At least it's guaranteed that she'll be with me for a few more days yet, until we have this under control.
I go inside the penthouse and can't wait to find her. She's waiting for me by the window and we both burst out laughing at our pretend fight.
"You did really good down there," she says. "I'd hate to break up with you for real."
"Yes," I agree. "My suit is still wet. You didn't tell me you were going to do that."
She grins "Oh well, when the bartender delivered that water, I thought it'd be a nice touch."
Her eyes are mischievous. "Hey, at least it wasn't wine."
"Is that so?"
Her playful mood deserves my full attention. I make sure the doors are locked and then I show her just how she’s going to pay for that splash of water.
Sienna
I can't believe I'm back on Roger's arm. After spending so much time with Leo lately, I'd nearly forgotten about what my real life was like when I was an actual, not just to him. Now every man pales in comparison to Leo.
As much as I've tried to resist getting emotional about anything that's transpired between us, I find myself constantly thinking of him. It feels like a betrayal somehow to even be on another man's arm, even though I know it's all part of a broader scheme. And even though Leo and I haven’t actually talked about what’s going on between us.
Roger thinks I'm here to work. As far as he's concerned, I've been paid by Leo and now he can keep the money and still sell me to other men. It's a money game, and I know Roger wouldn't bother to help us if he knew that ultimately we’re trying to bring down the informants that are trying to get to us. My boss certainly doesn't have a very good scouting system if he's been letting me be sold to men who are working undercover.
He's pretty well respected in this town though, and Roger's known for only having the best girls. Which is why I went to work for him in the first place. I would never work for some low-end escort service, but after this entire fiasco, I’m rethinking my job of choice.
A man approaches us almost immediately after entering the Inner Sanctum. Things move fast in this business, especially under Roger. He murmurs about the exchange and then it's done and I'm shifted subtly to t
he arms of the new businessman that has paid for my services.
"Well, hello there," I flirt as I take his proffered arm.
He's an average looking guy. His suit is of moderate quality. He looks like every other middle-income businessman in town.
I'm looking around for Leo. He's supposed to be watching me but at a safe distance. I don't feel right about any of this but I know I have to do what's required. It’s all part of the plan. All I can do is hope that Leo has eyes on me from somewhere.
"What's your name?" I ask him.
"I'm William, at your service."
"Okay, William, well I'm Sienna. And shouldn’t I be the one at your service?" I tease, though the words nearly stick in my throat.
Leo told me I’m not supposed to use my real name in this business, even though Roger did at first, but it's the only way to catch an informant. They're looking for me, and the more obvious I can make it the better. Luckily he reveals himself a little too soon.
He says, "I know."
That little tidbit of information gives me everything I need to know. He's got to be an informant. Especially with how quickly he approached me. Our plan should work perfectly.
He tries to cover his tracks. "I mean, Roger there told me your name."
I know it's not true because I was standing right there. This guy is working undercover and he's not very good at it. At all.
"Do you wanna go to the bar over there? The Zen Lounge I think it's called."
"Sure that would be great."
I squeeze his arm and plaster on a big fake smile. I'm trying to not be obvious but I'm looking for Leo everywhere.
We enter the lounge and take a seat at a private little table partly shrouded in curtains. The waiter comes over and thinks we're just another couple in town. There's nothing extraordinary about our coupling except for the fact that I'm dressed better than him. Maybe I should've played it down a little bit and not worn Gucci. But the men who can afford escorts like me typically dress better. Yet another clue that this is my guy.
"I'll have a glass of pinot," I say when the bartender approaches.
"And the gentleman?"
