Trent always tells her he’s alright, that there’s no need for her to be scared, but Valerie can’t control her emotions, not when it comes to her son. She can control her feelings when it comes to escorting though; she’s mastered the art of separating business and pleasure in the bedroom. She’s learned to view sex as a mere tool to create money, but with Trent, he has the power to make her feel anything and everything.
That’s why she’s doing this – leading a double life – she’ll do anything for her son, anything to keep him healthy and alive. She loves being a teacher, but that isn’t going to pay for Trent’s transplant and his medicines.
Chapter 1
“I’ll see you later, alright?” Valerie says, leaning forward to give Trent a kiss on the forehead. “Be good.”
Trent smiles at the gesture and wraps his arms around her waist. “I’m always good.”
The public school isn’t so far away from their home, and it’s been routine for Valerie to drop her son off before she heads to work. The private school she works at is a couple of train stops away, but she takes a quick detour and heads for Café X, a coffee shop known for their innovative drink menu.
“I already ordered your usual,” Angel says, the moment Valerie enters the café and walks over to her.
Angel is a co-teacher, and one of Valerie’s closest friends. They have lunch in school together every day, and sometimes hang out with Trent during weekends. She’s always considered Angel to be a blessing in her life since her friend’s always there to help during emergencies, such as that time Angel watched over Trent in the hospital when Valerie couldn’t. The two are really close; however, no one really is close enough to Valerie to know of her double life. She’s Valerie during the day and Valentina when the sun sets. Only her co-escorts know of her other identity.
So when Angel asks her, “How was your night?” she purposely bites her tongue and lies through her teeth.
“Boring as usual,” she says, then reaching over the wooden counter to grab her coffee. They leave Café X and head for work. “Just pored over celebrity gossip. How about you?”
There’s no way Angel, and everyone else in her life, can know of her escorting. She doesn’t want the word to reach Trent and so prefers to keep everything to herself. What will her son think when he finds out his mother sleeps with random men for money? It doesn’t matter if she’s doing it to pay his hospital bills. Valerie knows Trent won’t take it well.
“Oh, I just had dinner with Blake,” Angel then responds, referring to the man she’s currently dating. “He took me to this taqueria that just opened up. I’ll take you there next time.”
Valerie lets Angel ramble on and on about her date. She doesn’t mind really since it takes the spotlight off her. Angel talks about how Blake picked her up in her apartment and even brought her home. She gushes about how much of a gentleman he was last night for opening doors for her, pulling her chair out, getting the bill, and taking her home. It was so very different from Valerie’s night.
Valerie can’t tell Angel how she blindfolded her client and hand cuffed him to his bed posts. She can’t talk about how she rode his cock and worked wonders on him with her nimble fingers and full, swollen lips. She can’t let her know how he screamed ‘Valentina’ the whole night when Angel knows her as Valerie. She keeps last night’s events to herself, involuntarily tipping the corners of her lips up into a small, secretive grin at the memory.
“So let’s grab lunch later?” Angel asks when they enter the school and head for the Teacher’s Office. “Did you pack?”
“Yes and yes,” Valerie then says, dropping her bag on her desk and opening her laptop. “I cooked some extra chicken and potatoes for you.”
The smile on Angel’s lips say enough. She squeals like a little girl, claps her hands together, and then says, “This is why I love you. Dessert’s on me.”
Valerie goes through her lesson plan for the day a couple times and revises a few parts here and there. She readies the take-home exercises she’ll give to them, and when everything’s prepared, Valerie sits up from her desk and walks over to her first class for the day.
Valerie considers Math an easy subject to teach. There’s always one correct answer for every problem, as compared to Reading Comprehension where answers can differ depending on one’s analysis. It’s a slow day for her morning class being that her students are still groggy and in no mood to talk about numbers. When the bell rings, her students stand up to leave the room, and Valerie waits for the next batch to come to class.
The rest of day goes by smoothly and uneventfully. She may have the occasional student answering back and challenging her lessons and teaching methods, but it isn’t something she can’t handle. It’s part of her life as a teacher, and she understands children go through phases where they want to act and look cool to their peers. She can handle middle school kids. High school students are a different story. She’s never going to venture into teaching high school kids.
When lunch strikes, Angel and Valerie eat with a couple of their co-teachers. The pantry room is well-stocked with coffee, tea, and light snacks and equipped with sufficient tables and chairs. They sit in a table for four and talk about the similarities and differences of their students and classes in general. Valerie gives Angel a part of her chicken and mashed potatoes, while Bethany, an avid cook, shares a whole tray of lasagna for everyone. Valerie gets a square of the pasta and then goes in for a second serving.
“I swear...” Bethany then says, looking at Valerie with wide eyes and an open mouth. “Where does all the food go?”
Valerie only laughs and shakes her head. She gets this almost on a daily basis – her friends asking her how she manages to stay in shape with her appetite. When she answers, “Isn’t sex the best exercise?” her friends around the table laugh and take her answer as a joke, nothing to take seriously.
They have no idea.
When the lunch break ends, they all head their separate ways. Valerie makes a pit stop to the Teacher’s Office to print a new lesson plan. The class she has next is more advanced than the others, and so, she’ll just be giving them an introduction to the next lesson for tomorrow and then give them the rest of the period off.
Valerie takes the opportunity to sneak in a little bit of extra work during the downtime. She pulls out her tablet from her bag and types her website into the search bar.
‘Your Fantasies by Valentina’
Now she has the time to answer the inquiries and messages she left hanging last night. As she responds to message after message, she realizes how her schedule is getting booked quickly. With Trent’s kidney transplant set for next week, she can’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief at the blessing. She’ll need all the money she can get, and the busy work schedule will result in extra cash. Valerie’s eyes then move over to the last unread message on her inbox. The email surprises her and catches her off guard, but in a good way.
Dear Valentina,
I’ve heard of your sexual prowess. You’re a legend according to my friends. You have piqued my interest, and I would like to spend a night with you. My friends have also told me of your bedroom rules. They excite me. You excite me. I’m currently imagining me fucking you senseless while blindfolded.
I’d like to propose a deal. Can you be blindfolded as well? I’d like to know if you play up to the stories told about you. If you’re as good as the others say you are then take my proposition as a challenge. What do you say?
Love,
Lucas Hill
Chapter 2
“You should know I come at a price, and what you’re asking for is more than what I usually give, Mr. Hill,” Valerie says, a teasing lilt in her voice. If only the man on the other end of the line can see the grin on her face…
Valerie is intrigued at his deep, masculine voice. His tone alone gives a feeling of protection and security. It excites her to know what he looks like in person. The thing with her clients – rich private businessmen, the lot of
them – is that they give utmost importance to the privacy of their secret lives. They contact her using fake names and pay her through means she cannot track. The name Lucas Hill itself is so common she’ll spend a whole night trying to match a face to the voice.
“If money were an object, then I wouldn’t be talking to you, would I?” His voice is playful, both deep and light, and Valerie’s interest is piqued even more. “I thought you held yourself in higher regard, Valentina.”
The name rolls off his tongue like a poetic love song.
“Valentina?”
The sound of her alias being spoken breaks Valerie’s train of thought. She just remembered her phone conversation with Lucas, or whatever his real name is, yesterday. It took them a lot more flirting and much less negotiating.
Now, she’s in his apartment, and he has a blindfold around his eyes. He’s sitting down on his bed with his back against the headboard. The strands of his jet-black hair stick up in random directions, and Valerie, or Valentina rather, is excited to run her fingers through his hair. She imagines it being soft and silky, a stark contrast to the angular lines of his facial features and the toned and hard ripples of his body.
“I’m coming,” she says, propping her hands on the edge of his bed, ready to crawl closer to him. Her breath is soft and raspy, words coming out in heavy whispers.
“Our agreement…don’t forget.” There’s a lazy smirk playing on his lips. It adds to the cool and sexy aura he effortlessly exudes. “I’m not supposed to be the only one with a blindfold tonight.”
Gotcha.
“I didn’t forget,” she says, swiping the blindfold off her lace underwear and wrapping it around her head.
Valerie lets out a heavy breath. She’s never done this before – blindfold herself. It makes her feel helpless, and she likes to be in control when she’s working. She likes knowing what to expect. The moment she heard his voice though, she knew she’d be a goner. There’s no way she can say ‘no’ to him. His deep and husky voice, coupled with his articulateness and eloquence, is a disaster waiting to happen for any woman…or man. That voice and that smirk can disarm anyone.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Slowly, Valerie crawls forward on the bed. Her left hand falls on his leg, and she loses her balance for a bit. Instantly, his arms fly up to hers and his fingers close around her wrist. A shiver runs down her spine at the touch. So very innocent, and so very light, yet she feels alive, as if something has just jerked her awake.
Valerie moves one hand forward and then the next. She’s still trying to get a feel of the whole situation – being unable to see. She feels like the professional in her just upped and vanished, what with her hesitance and awkward movements. She stumbles a bit trying to find the correct placement of her arms and legs against the man’s body. She’s never had to think so much about foreplay and sex until now.
She feels Lucas’ hands rub up and down her arms, warming her up. She feels she’s about to melt with the feel of his large hands leaving a trail of heat all over her body. Large hands – it’s a feature that’s always been attractive to her. They make her feel protected and secured. She always loved it when her ex-boyfriends would envelop her into a hug. There are times she prefers embraces over kisses. Valerie shakes her head, once and then twice.
Focus, goddamnit, she reprimands herself.
Before she can overthink any further, she descends her lips upon Lucas’ and finally closes the distance between them. She nips at his bottom lip and tugs, and she feels him smiling against the kiss. Then, she swipes her tongue across the partition of his lips and begs for entrance. When he breathes out a soft sigh, she takes the opportunity and darts her tongue forward. Now, they’re in a dance of tongues – kissing, tugging, and biting.
As she moves her lips against his, the nervousness slowly vanishes. She may not be able to see him, but she can certainly feel him. She feels his hands and fingers exploring the expanse of her skin. She feels his growing bulge against her legs. When Lucas’ arms wrap around her body, she feels the knots inside her disappearing and her confidence coming back.
“I’ll rock your world tonight,” she whispers against Lucas’ ear before she starts to land a trail of kisses from his lips to his neck. Lucas presses down harder on the small of her back and pushes Valerie closer to him as she continues to suck and bite on skin. Displeased at the distraction his polo shirt poses, Lucas’ hands leave Valerie’s body in an impatient attempt to discard his clothes. When Lucas makes a move to unbutton his pants, Valerie lays a hand over his.
“Let me do it,” she says with a smirk he cannot see before she runs a hand up and down his erection. He groans at her teasing.
With her fingers, she pulls his pants down then throws it on the floor. As she crawls forward and hovers over him, Valerie purposely brushes her groin against his. She’s wet and moist against her lace panties. He’s hard and throbbing against the cotton of his boxers. It’s only a matter of time until the fireworks start…if it hasn’t already.
Taking charge, Lucas flips Valerie over until he’s hovering above her. With his elbows propped on each side of her face, he has her caged. There’s no way out for Valerie, not when she’s blindfolded and only in her panties…not that she wants to leave.
The ‘right now’ and the ‘what’s to come’ excite her. She doesn’t know what to expect; she doesn’t know where his hands will be the next second; she doesn’t even have any idea how he’s feeling at the moment.
Then, Lucas’ hands close around the waistband of her panties, and in a matter of seconds, he pulls her panties down and off her legs. His fingers start to trail up and down her thighs. He’s looking for her pussy.
Bingo.
“Ugh…” Valerie moans, arching her back off the bed when she feels a finger or two inside her.
In and out and in and out his fingers push. He parts his fingers inside her, stretching and pleasuring her. She’s wet and begging, and it’s turning him on more than ever.
Valerie pulls her legs up and props the soles of her feet on the bed to give Lucas better access. Kneeling in between her thighs, Lucas starts to pick up his pace, his fingers pounding in and out of Valerie. Valerie moves her head to the side, savoring the feel of his fingers working their magic on her. She can’t wait until he’s inside her. Her eyes fly wide open beneath the blindfold when Lucas’ other hand closes around her clit, and he starts to rub.
“Yes…” she whispers, as she starts to hump his fingers. She wants them much deeper inside her, but fingers can only go so deep. “Yes…”
Valerie almost loses it when his mouth closes over the lips of her pussy and starts to suck. She feels his tongue darting in and out of her against his fingers. She loves the feeling of his tongue and fingers working together, the softness of his flesh a very different texture to the internal ridges of her pussy.
In and out and in and out.
After a while, Valerie pulls Lucas’ fingers out of her and plants her hands on his waist. She tugs him and makes him lie on his back. When her fingers land on the waistband of his boxers, she can’t help but tip the corners of her lips up into a grin. Even though he can’t see the expression on her face, Lucas knows she’s excited for what to come. They both are. Valerie deftly pulls his boxers off him and throws the cotton across the room. It’s a bummer she can’t see his erection; she can’t see what she’s going to deal with it, but she revels in the moment. This element of surprise and not seeing one another add to the tension. She’ll let her hands, mouth, and pussy be the judge of him.
“Fuck…” Lucas breathes out when he feels Valerie’s lips close around his head. Then, he feels her fingers, slick with her own saliva, wrap around his shaft. He shivers at the feel of her tongue slowly teasing his member as she swipes his pre-cum off his head. He lets out a throaty groan at her feather-light touches. There’s that smirk on her lips again. Moans and groans are the stamp of approval she loves to hear.
Valerie then closes
a hand around Lucas’ shaft as she starts to rub up and down his length. Slowly, she bends her head down and once again swipes and licks his head. As her tongue slowly sucks the sensitive skin of his head, Lucas searches for her body. He needs something to hold onto, something to squeeze; her ass cheeks will do. He gives her bum a nice slap, and in retaliation, Valerie wraps his shaft with both hands and starts to rub in opposite directions. Lucas almost tips over the edge. She hasn’t even taken his full length inside her mouth. With what she’s doing, he’s surprised if he’ll last for more than fifteen minutes.
Just as he expects…and wants, Valerie unclenches her hands from around his shaft and starts to take his entirety in her mouth. As she moves her head up and down, Lucas sits up on the bed and fondles with her breasts. She groans against his dick when he gives her swelling mounds a good, tight squeeze. When Lucas feels like he’s about to lose his last remnant of self-control, he snakes an arm around Valerie’s waist and rolls her around. They almost fall off the edge of the bed. They both wouldn’t mind having sex on hardwood floor though.
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