Give It To Me: Taboo Romance

by Ami Snow

  Jack waited for a little more than an hour before he saw Rosita step out of her room. She came into the reception area and greeted Jack with a squeal and a kiss on his cheek. It was the one rule she had. She never kissed her men on the lips. He knew not all the women stayed with this rule, but he respected the ones who did and Rosita was his favorite of them. She was petite, with jet black hair that she would wear straight or kinky and still look delectable. Her body held a golden hue that reminded Jack of warm honey whenever he saw her. Even when he ran into the women he’d been with outside the boutique, he was always amazed that these seemingly normal women screwed men for a living. He’d learned really easily to never judge a book by its cover.

  Chapter Two: Run-ins

  Stacey made it to work half an hour before her time started. Since it was her first night she knew that Madam Charlotte would observe her with her first client. Nerves skittered along her skin making her tremble as she got ready. She stripped out of her outfit and carefully folded it, setting it in the closet of her designated room. She’d been given the blue pastel room and had work a panty set to match that she hoped that man she was with would find alluring. She tucked her red curls up under her blonde wig as she got ready. Adjusting the brassiere and tight leather skirt she’d chosen, Stacey applied hot red lipstick to her lips, pinched her cheeks so her color would be high, fixed her insanely high heels and then stepped out into the reception area. She turned to the board and wrote her name down. She’d chosen Mercedes as her moniker, since Madam Charlotte insisted the girls use fake names. It hadn’t been hard to choose one. Mercedes was sexy and almost unforgettable. She hoped her clients remembered their time with her.

  The first man she drew was solidly built with enough muscle to make Stacey’s belly quiver. She walked Rex back to her room and allowed him to proceed her. He was easily in his thirties if not older, but he was handsome. His body spoke of the care he took to maintain it. Thankfully he wasn’t a fat slob who’d sweat all over her trying to get off. This man at least looked like he might give her some enjoyment along the way. If not, she’d fake it until he came and pocket the hefty price he’d pay for her company tonight.

  “I’m Mercedes,” she told the man who now stood in the massive room. Each room was set up relatively the same. They all sported comfortable, queen sized beds that were decked out for BDSM. Most of the girls said that their clients usually wanted some variation of plain sex, but occasionally they’d run into a John who wanted a little kink and according to Madam Charlotte they paid nicely for the privilege. “You have forty-five minutes from the time I start stripping.”

  The man took his time, thankfully. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to put up with someone who pawed at her as if she were the last chocolate bar on the shelf. She found him sufficiently aroused by the time she got done taking her clothes off and easily straddled him when he stayed in his chair. She looked into dark, need filled eyes and watched as his orgasm slammed into her. When he could move and breathe well, she pointed him to the bathroom that had its own discreet exit from the building should he decide to use it. She then retreated to her own bathroom to refresh herself. Having that half an hour was nice. She knew there were some places that barely gave you protection let alone time between clients.

  “You did an excellent job,” Madam Charlotte said from the doorway. “I’ve seen him here before and I guarantee after you, he’ll be back. I’ve never seen him so sated. I think a few more minutes and his eyes might have crossed permanently.”

  “I doubt it,” Stacey laughed, “But the thought that he enjoyed himself is nice. Isn’t that the service we’re supposed to be providing?”

  “Absolutely,” Madam Charlotte smiled. “I think you’re going to work out nicely, especially if you keep the clients as happy as he was when he left. She took out a two hundred dollar tip the man had left in advance and handed it to Stacey. “It’s for a job very well done.”

  “Well shit,” she smiled. “Thanks.”

  “Thank you,” she smiled. “Keep up the good work. Your next client should be ready for you.”

  “I’ll be right out.”

  Stacey pocketed the money and nearly jumped up and down. If her night kept up like that she’d be moving out in a much smaller time frame, which pleased her even more than the huge tip the previous man had given her. She also loved that Madam Charlotte was so awesome. She was slim for a woman her age and she’d obviously had her breasts worked on, but she kept the men coming in and that was exactly what Stacey wanted. If every man she had tonight gave her that sort of tip she’d be rolling in the money before long.

  She found her next client and smiled at him. He was in his forties, easily, his hair had the salt and pepper look of middle age and he was nervous, probably his first time here. She let him into her room and watched him look around like a child in detention for a minute. “It’s okay to be a little nervous,” she said.

  “I just…someone recommended this place and it’s wonderful, but…” the man said, his light eyes unsure. Stacey went to him and put her hands on his shoulders, pressing him down into a chair.

  “How about we start with a teaser,” she suggested. “If you’re still not sure after that we’ll figure something else out.”

  “Alright,” the man said, sighing. Stacey undid his jeans and slid her hand beneath his boxers. It was always astonishing to her when arousal slid into a man’s system. It changed them, that hot burst of testosterone that turned them into hot blooded sex machines. He stayed for the entire time and when he left Stacey made sure there was a smile on his face. He had even kissed her cheek. The tip he gave her was just as nice as her first man of the night.

  ***

  Jack watched Rosita move around her room. He’d paid for an hour and knew that when she got around to it, he’d be gloriously sated by her tiny body. The fact that she could accommodate him was always a thrill. He didn’t brag about his size, but for a woman as small as Rosita it was astonishing nonetheless.

  “You’re anxious,” she said in her heavy Spanish accent.

  “I always look forward to Sunday nights,” John smiled. “Especially when I get to spend that time with a woman as beautiful as you.”

  “Flattery is fleeting,” she chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean you should stop.”

  He chuckled and watched her small body start its foreplay. Just looking at her was wonderful, but when he got his hands on her small breasts and curvy hips, it was all he could do most of the time to pleasure her as well. Truthfully he wasn’t always sure she got off as well, but if she didn’t, she’d perfected the fake orgasm. Their time flew by and John fixed his jeans once again feeling himself again. Tonight he’d sleep like a new baby.

  “Thank you as always Rosita,” he smiled. He handed her a healthy tip and gave her tight bottom a nice smack that made her squeal. “I’ll see you next Sunday.”

  “Si,” she said with a saucy wink. “I’ll be here.”

  Jack used the bathroom exit and headed to his car with a considerably pep in his step. As he came around to his car he noticed his friend Mark’s car parked in the far end of the parking lot. He wasn’t about to head inside and strike up a conversation. If Mark was here, it was obvious he needed something Jennifer wasn’t providing at home and it certainly wasn’t any of Jack’s business. He slid behind the wheel of his car and headed home knowing that tomorrow would be the start of seven long days before he came back.

  Chapter Three: Lazy Afternoons

  Stacey woke up on Monday feeling as if her body had gone through one hell of a transformation. She’d taken four clients last night for her first shift and her sore body told the long tale. None of them had been rude or even overly zealous, but have four different men was sort of like a sexual marathon and she knew that she hadn’t properly prepared for it. After a long shower, one which made her brothers fuss endlessly, she ate breakfast and researched diets that worked well with the workout she’d be giving herself most nights. She’d arranged for
Wednesday and Thursday to be her days off. She wouldn’t get a weekend night off for a considerable amount of time, but having the two nights off together would give her body the much needed reprieve it would need. She’d found that starting off with the blonde wig and trading it for her naturally curly, red hair was a kick to the client’s libido. She also found that giving head wasn’t nearly as terrible as she’d feared. Her third client from the night had been particularly fond of the practice and had even patiently taught her how to do it in a way that he swore made men crazy.

  “Giving a man head is like icing on the cake, before you ever eat it,” the man had said. “It lets a man know that you aren’t just a hot dick tease.”

  She smiled thinking about the variety she’d seen just last night. Two of the four men had been buff and easily pleased. The third man had been appreciative of her mouth technique and the fourth, who’d been her oldest client had been surprisingly virile for a man who had to have been in his sixties, although she hadn’t asked. They didn’t question her about her life and she refrained from entering that much too personal space. Madam Charlotte had been impressed with her abilities and had bumped her to the second person on the roster. She’d get more clients as long as she kept up her current rate. She’d pocketed seven hundred dollars in tips and with the fifteen an hour she was making before taxes, she knew that in a matter of weeks she’d be able to move out. Now it was time to broach the subject with her parents.

  “Hi mom,” Stacey said, entering the kitchen with a smile on her face.

  “Hi sweetheart,” Jennifer McGinnis said, a welcoming smile on her face. “How was work?”

  “It was relatively easy,” she smiled. “Just getting used to my co-workers and the general routine of the office.”

  “That’s good,” she smiled. “Well you stick with it and you’ll have that place down before you know it.”

  “Oh I plan on it. I can’t pass up the money and the work is extremely satisfying.”

  “That’s terrific. I’ve always thought that a job should be enjoyable, otherwise it just feels like work.”

  “I couldn’t agree more mom,” Stacey said, grabbing a peach from the fridge. “Listen I know that we haven’t really talked about it, but now that I’m working for myself I’d really like to find my own place.”

  “Don’t you think it’s a little early to be talking about that? You have even earned a paycheck yet. It’ll take you several weeks to earn up enough money to get set up so you can take care of yourself.”

  “You’d be surprised. I never told you what they’re paying me and I honestly don’t think it’ll take much more than a month for me to find and be able to afford my own place. I just want to look, for now.”

  “Oh alright,” Jennifer said. While she went back to fixing up salad for lunch Stacey retreated to her room. She had some serious planning if she was going to convince her parent’s that she could truly afford to live on her own. The biggest obstacle was getting them to ignore how she’d come up with the amount of money she’d accumulate over the next few weeks. If she earned seven hundred in tips a night, she’d have more than enough if she waited the full month. She could forego the tips and still make plenty to afford a one bedroom apartment.

  She sat on her bed and wondered about the clients she’d meet tonight, while she searched for apartments that would be rentable in four weeks’ time.

  ***

  The week for Jack was grueling. He’d tried to work on some investing and he’d even kept up with paperwork, for the most part. He’d still have his regular Sunday night brawl with the paper shredder, but at least he wouldn’t be drowning in it like he had last Sunday. Already he was looking forward to seeing Rosita again. He might pick another girl, just to change things up, but if Rosita was on for the night he knew he’d more than likely be her client.

  The door to his business jingled and he smiled when he recognized Mark’s daughter, Stacey walk in. Man she’d grown into a beautiful woman. All that red, curly hair and a long, lean figure. Jack knew the men must be sniffing at her like she was the choicest cut of meat at the market. He couldn’t blame them. “Hey Stacey.”

  “Hi Jack,” she smiled. “Dad wanted me to come down and see if you had any faucet fixtures. I have no idea what he needs so he sent me with a sample.” Jack watched as she pulled out a particularly dirty section of faucet from a bag. He took it in his hands and nodded.

  “Give me a few minutes and I’ll get all the things he’ll need to get it fixed. Is it just leaking for is it worse than that?”

  “Based on everyone’s complaints, I’m going to guess that it’s worse than just a leak.”

  Jack smiled again and headed toward the back of the store. He wasn’t surprised when Stacey followed him. As a youngster she’d always been the one to pepper him with questions, often asking one before he could answer the previous one she’d asked. She was close enough now to smell the perfume she’d put on and the thought of Sunday night made his loins ache. He either needed to find a girlfriend who was more than willing to fill his bed or earn more money. Madam Charlotte’s was the absolute best, but that didn’t come cheap. Not cheap enough for a more than once a week visit anyway.

  Jack finally scrounged up everything he’d need to get Mark’s faucet fixed right. He figured the total and told Stacey. “I can put it on your dad’s tab if need be.”

  “No, that’s okay. I’ll pay for it. Just keep it between you and me okay?” she smiled and Jack nodded with a wink.

  “I won’t tell a soul,” he chuckled.

  ***

  Stacey took the bag and her receipt for the purchase. Jumping up on the counter she kissed Jack on the cheek. “Thanks Jack. I’ll see you around.”

  She’d forgotten how good looking he was, Stacey thought as she exited the hardware store. She’d had a girlhood crush on Jack for years when she’d been younger. As she’d grown it’d turned into something more primal, something hotter than just that first hormonal notice of a man who looked good and wasn’t related. She’d eventually gotten over it, but that didn’t change the fact that Jack Thornton was damn good looking for a man his age.

  He had salt and pepper hair that gave him an air of maturity that matched well with his easy going personality. He was patient and kind, always spending the time to answer her questions as a girl. He’d never made her feel dumb or unimportant, despite her brothers’ constant battering. Jack had been her champion, even if he didn’t know it.

  She smiled, thinking it’d be interesting if he ever came into the boutique. She’d have to decline on personal reasons from taking him as a client, but it’d make for quite the dinner conversation. She chuckled about the oddity of it all the way to her car.

  By the time Sunday rolled around Stacey was looking forward to work. Mass had been bearable and dinner was its normal course of food and arguments, bickering back and forth about football and whether or not her brother Jimmy’s girlfriend Stella was the one or not. She left for work, breathing a sigh of relief. The four or five hours of bliss she’d provide some lucky men would more than make up for the enduring press of her family’s overbearing nosiness.

  She stepped into her room and changed into her go-to outfit. She knew her first client was a big fan of BDSM and so she’d chosen a schoolgirl outfit for tonight. The red and black plaid skirt went well with her knee high stockings and the button down white top that she left unbuttoned and only tied together at the ends. Her hair she’d piled high in her blonde wig. She stepped out into the reception area and wrote her name on the wall. Then she’d retreated to her room knowing it wouldn’t be long until a client came her way.

  ***

  Jack stepped into a pastel room that spoke of the type of naughty sex he liked once in a while. He wasn’t a hardcore BDSM sort of man, but once in a while he liked the kink that could add some serious passion and spice to sex. He hoped the woman he’d chosen was up for it as well. He could admit to feeling a slight disappointment that Rosita hadn’t been
on the board, but it wasn’t as if there weren’t any women here who could satisfy him quite nicely.

  He walked around the room while he waited and checked out the bed, which had been outfitted for the BDSM he knew some men and women alike preferred. He thought for a minute that there might be a place like this for women to frequent, although he imagined they had a much less difficult time finding sex than the average man did. The rings on the bed posts were nicely bolted and he found scarves sitting out already. Whoever his girl was knew what he liked and that pleased him already. She came in quickly, putting her things down in their designated spot. He noticed immediately that she’d traded her blonde choppy hair for gorgeous red curls. Her school girl outfit worked well for the BDSM fantasy he had.

  “Your natural hair works better,” he said softly. She looked up and smiled before recognition filled her eyes. Jack nearly swallowed his tongue as his eyes roamed over a body that screamed sex. It was as if in slow motion life had thrown him a nightmare, for here was his best friend’s daughter in a sex shop looking like a goddess who answered to men’s most insane sexual fantasies. “Jesus Stacey, what the hell are you doing here?”

  “I’d think it’d be pretty obvious,” she smirked, continuing to put things in her bag. She pulled out a scarf and stepped closer to him. “Now Jack, we can pretend that this is just another night for both of us, or we can ruin it by announcing our conflict of interest if you will. I need the money and you need the release. I’m not going to judge you for what you need, I don’t expect you to judge me for what I need either.”

  “But,” he stammered. His mind was already blurring as she set the scarf in his hands.

  “Let’s try this. I’ll blindfold you and you can pretend that I’m not a woman you know. Because truthfully Jack,” Stacey whispered close to his ear. “I’ve always wondered how good it’d be to let you have me. Barely able to shave my legs by myself I wondered, even then.”