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Helen holds a prestigious position in her small town, is the mother of two lovely, grown children, and has reached a point in her life where she can afford exactly what she wants. She should be satisfied. So why does she feel like something is missing? What else could she possibly want?
An ad in a Las Vegas newspaper peeks her interest, touching on an untapped yearning that sends her on a journey of discovery. About herself. A sensual adventure into a glittering world of taboo, where she learns that acquiring pleasure depends on her willingness to explore with an attractive escort trained to guide…and pamper…and arouse...
This story is a work of original fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright ©2016 by Adrianna Dane
Cover Art ©Designs by James
This story was originally released in March 2007 by Amber Quill Press/Amber Heat
CAUTION: This story contains explicit sexual situations and strong language. You must be over the age of 18 years of age to read this story.
Pleasure
By Adrianna Dane
Dream Romantic Unlimited, LLC
Table of Contents
Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Author Bio
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CHAPTER ONE
Unsettled, agitated, but unable to pinpoint exactly what her problem stemmed from, Helen was looking for something, but didn’t know exactly what. Over the last few months she’d had problems sleeping, tossing and turning, oftentimes getting up, wandering through the big, old empty house. These days her mind seemed to wander to the what-ifs of her life. Up at six, in the office by eight. Putting out fires nine to five. Dinner parties, thank you notes, packages send off to the kids. Every day, the same thing, the same expectations, the same responsibilities. Helen leaned back in her office chair and browsed through the Las Vegas newspaper. And then something caught her attention. She couldn’t help focusing on the ad. Your Fantasy Awaits in Las Vegas.
Crazy. What was she thinking? Had she lost her mind? Maybe, finally she had. Fantasy Escorts. Her thoughts turned to the too-good-to-be-true young male companion outlined in the advertisement. Suddenly, Helen recalled Alice Becker’s whispered conversation at the Country Club charity event several weeks before concerning a trip Alice had made to Paris, and a certain lusty young man she’d hired to escort her around Paris.
What Helen wouldn’t give to have someone like that just for one night, attuned to her every desire. Letting her forget the demands of her job, the expectations of the community. Just to feel like a woman again. A desirable woman.
Attuned to your every need. Helen liked the sound of that. Young, virile, attractive man. Even better. Anonymous passion. Dangerous to be sure. But Las Vegas was a good hundred miles away from the small town she lived in. Who would know?
Sin City. People went there to get lost, to have an adventure, to shed their inhibitions.
Sighing, she looked up as her assistant walked in carrying a pile of papers.
“Break’s over, Madam Mayor. You need to look these over and sign them. And that meeting with the Task Force has been changed to three o’clock. I checked your calendar and that will work for you.” She set the files on Helen’s desk and then peered up at her, a frown on her face. “You look tired, Helen, you should get away for a few days. You’ve been working too hard.”
Closing, then folding the newspaper, Helen set her fantasies aside. Real life demanded her attention. “Too much to do, Margaret. This isn’t a good time for me to take a trip.”
Margaret straightened, hands planted on her generous hips. “So, when? The kids are on their own, it’s summer, and things are as quiet as they’re ever going to get.” She leaned forward, placed both hands on the desk, and looked pointedly at Helen. “They take advantage of you. Everyone depends on you for the answers. You need to get away, get some fresh perspective. Get Todd Jennings or Arthur Thompson to go with you. You seem to like their company.”
Helen made a face. Todd and Arthur were great as escorts to the various social functions in the county when she needed a date. But there was certainly no passion there. It was more a duty, and their desire to be seen and receive the exposure with the press, accompanying her provided them. But that’s as far as it went.
She sighed. “I’ll think about it. It might be nice to get away for a weekend.”
Margaret nodded. “Shall I get one of them on the phone for you?”
“No, no. If I go, I’m going alone. I don’t want one of them fluttering about.”
“I thought you liked them.”
“Well enough. But not that well.”
“Too bad. I don’t like thinking of you all alone in that big house of yours. You deserve to be with someone who will make you happy.”
Helen laughed. She’d rather be alone than with either of those two under foot all the time. When Allen had asked for a divorce ten years ago in order to marry one of his students, she’d been devastated. He’d been a university professor and she was working as a public defender at the time. She hadn’t seen it coming, had thought they had a perfect life. But it all went sour.
She gave him the divorce he wanted, but not the kids. Some young bimbo wasn’t raising her children. It was one of those times when being a lawyer came in very handy. He’d since divorced the bimbo and gone on to a third relationship. He liked them young and apparently wore them out fast.
Helen chose not to remarry. Not that there were that many eligible men in Ferris that she was attracted to, so it hadn’t been all that difficult to remain single. Besides, she had the children to think about. She’d kept her pride and her reputation and gone on to run for mayor, winning by a landslide. That was five years ago, and she really hadn’t had time to stop and think much about her personal situation. Single parent, lawyer, and then mayor, and all the associated responsibilities each role entailed. The house hadn’t seemed quite so large when the children were at home. Maybe that was the problem. Suddenly, she had only herself to worry about it.
Sarah and Thomas were now both in college—Sarah a junior and Tom a senior. Both decided to take summer jobs away from their sleepy little hometown. So she was all alone, with a whole
summer stretched out before her.
“So where will you go?” Margaret demanded to know.
Helen thought of the newspaper ad and the glitz and anonymity of Las Vegas. Did she dare? An odd tingle raced through her. It was a level of excitement she’d had felt in a very, very long time.
“I’m not sure,” she said. “But make sure my calendar is clear for the weekend, will you? I do think I’ll get away.”
Margaret nodded. “You bet. It’s about time. Being mayor is all good and dandy, but you need a life beyond that. Everyone knows you’re dedicated, but you deserve a little personal time to yourself.” She turned and strode toward the door of Helen’s office. “I’ll make sure you’re clear.”
Helen watched her leave, then ignoring the sheaf of papers Margaret had dropped on her desk, picked up the paper and opened to the page with the intriguing ad.
Let us make you feel like the world is at your feet… She really did like the sound of that. Helen tore the ad out of the paper, folded it, and placed it inside her handbag.
Margaret had no idea what thoughts ran through Helen’s head right now. A night out in Vegas accompanied by a handsome young man eager to cater to her every whim and make her feel desirable as a woman again seemed like exactly what she needed. Even if he was paid to do so. Maybe that was better. No strings attached. She could shed the mantle of mayor and icon of the community. She could pretend she didn’t have a care in the world—at least for the weekend. It was really very tempting.
If she picked one of the lesser known hotel casinos, something not on the well-traveled strip, she was less likely to run into someone she knew. And she wanted to be someone else, just for a little while. Someone daring and adventurous. Someone who didn’t need to hide the passion seething inside her in order to maintain her rock solid reputation in their small community. She wouldn’t have to maintain a nice polite façade because everyone she encountered was someone she knew and a potential voter in the next election. She needed something to bring back the spark.
She might seem over the hill to the lukewarm available bachelors in Ferris, but there was much more to Helen Dawson than the matronly figure everyone respected and looked up to for the running of their little town.
Not so little really, but compared to somewhere like Las Vegas, it certainly didn’t compete.
She’d wait to phone the agency listed in the ad until she arrived in Vegas. It was going to take courage to make that call—and daring. She needed a new dress or two and she didn’t dare buy something from a local shop—not the sort of attire she envisioned—people would ask too many questions. But she could order something…interesting…online. That could be fun as well.
Again, she thought about what a young, good-looking escort would be like. What exactly did an escort do? The ad offered some very interesting possibilities. Outside of her own little county she really was just a tiny cog, and in a large metropolis with such a transient population she could get away without being noticed. Couldn’t she?
Right now she just wanted to be a woman without all the other various and sundry titles attached—like mayor, mother, icon, and pillar of the community. Just a woman. Who needed a man.
CHAPTER TWO
Helen checked into the hotel/casino and now wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. Being here, intentionally planning to hire an escort was so far out of her realm that it scared her just to think about it, let alone to actually make the call.
After unpacking, she changed from her traveling clothes into a simple black dress and went down to the dining room to eat dinner.
As she finished her meal and the waiter poured her coffee, she leaned back to study the other patrons of the restaurant.
As she scanned the diners, one person caught her eye, and she turned back to study him closer. Now there was an attractive man. Delicious to the extreme. Spread him out on her table and she would be one happy lady.
He was dressed in a black tuxedo, his skin darkly tanned, his thick short hair a mix of caramel and chocolate, looking like he belonged on the cover of any sophisticated men’s magazine you care to mention—and a few women’s magazines she could think of.
His teeth gleamed white and perfect as he smiled at the beautiful woman seated across from him. As he lifted her hand and brought it to his lips, his dark-lashed eyes never left the woman’s face.
Helen’s heart fluttered, her stomach somersaulted, as the man suddenly turned his head and it seemed as though he stared across the room, directly at her. She could feel the color rise to flood her face as she quickly turned her gaze away, feeling immediately like a voyeur intruding on an intimate moment between two other people.
She really tried not looking their way again, but it was just too difficult. Taking a sip of her coffee, slowly Helen angled her head, the hairs on the back of her neck rising when she realized he was watching her intently.
The woman was nowhere in sight, probably having gone to the powder room to freshen up.
Long moments passed as her gaze locked with his across the crowded room. Heat surge through her body and a bolt of desire shocked her right down to her pussy, making her throb with a need she hadn’t experienced in a very long time.
The attractive stranger’s dark eyes traveled over her, studying her, caressing her in the ways a lover might do, but from a significant distance away. He lifted his hands and caressed the coffee cup in front of him, still watching her. He raised the cup and brought it to his finely chiseled lips.
His tongue stroked across his upper lip. Her body tingled at the thought of what that tongue could do to her body. It was too much and she felt her pussy convulse.
He smiled a deliberate, sensuous smile, then brought the cup to his lips. She watched his Adam’s apple move as he swallowed. Then he set the cup back down.
Moving his chair back from the table, he splayed his legs, drawing her attention to his groin. It came to her suddenly that he was putting on a show for her, drawing her across the room. Making her want him. Maybe not physically, but mentally he seduced her, tantalized her. But why?
Her focus feasted on the prominent display of male dominance bulging from between his legs. It was as though there was no one else in the room but them. Her breathing increased, rising to rapid pants of need.
She wanted to get up from the table, to join him, to have him take her in his arms and kiss her with all the passion she surmised was sheathed inside that delectable, sexy man across the room. She could smell her own arousal keenly. In that look, no distance separated them. No one else existed.
Using all the self-control she could muster, she broke the contact, thinking a fan would not be so out of place right this minute. Hot flashes were nothing compared to the heat raging through her right now. What had he done to her?
Without turning her head, she slid her gaze back to the table and, with regret and a bit of envy, realized the woman had returned and they were leaving. His attention had apparently returned to his companion. Helping her from her seat, he escorted the lucky woman from the restaurant.
Helen had never experienced anything so heady and thrilling in her life. It felt decadent and, yes, sinful. A stranger making love to her across a crowded room, someone in the company of another woman for all intents and purposes. Beyond that was the fact that he looked to be about half Helen’s age. Yet he came on to her like any man trying to seduce an attractive, desirable woman.
And he was just the kind of man she was looking for on this trip to Vegas. She finished the last of her coffee. Something told her this was a lost cause, because now that she’d seen the man of her fantasies it was unlikely anyone else would measure up to her expectations. Too bad, but it looked like this was a wasted trip after all.
Her gaze returned to the now empty table, watching as the bus person expertly cleaned it, readying it for the next patrons.
She couldn’t help wondering who he was. Was he a high roller like many of the people here? Maybe a businessman on a business trip accompa
nied by his wife or lover to mix a little relaxation in with his work?
More fantasies came to play in her mind. She was certain she would never have the guts to call the escort agency now that she was here. It would be just too embarrassing. She couldn’t quite wrap her mind around the concept of paying for companionship. Was she that hard up?
Rising from the table, she signed the tab and then exited the restaurant. So what was she going to do with her time now that she was in Vegas? She could gamble a little she guessed. Do a little shopping, maybe take some time to relax in the spa. Take advantage of at least some of the entertainment offered.
She heard the deep vibration of music and turned her head to the left, noticing the hotel bar. It might be a good place to start. She could grab a dark corner and just watch people for a while. She liked watching people, wondering what their lives were like, how different from her own. There would be no harm in that. Maybe a drink would help to relax her, so she could make that call she’d come all this way to make. She simply wasn’t ready to return to her room. Not yet.
It wasn’t that easy to break out of a mold that seemed like eons in the making. But she had to give it a try. All she needed was a little courage to get the ball rolling. One drink and she’d be in a better frame of mind to make the call. A little false courage could go a long way right now.
CHAPTER THREE
There were no available tables in the dimly-lit bar when she walked in, so she grabbed a padded stool, hopped on, and ordered a glass of Chardonnay. As she sipped at it, she turned to survey the room.
The music changed from slow and mellow to a driving, deep bass rhythm. She watched as dancers moved toward the small dance floor.
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