It’s easy to see Amanda is as confused as I feel.
“I’m sorry, I thought, since you were here and all…”
“Tess is with me,” he says tersely and checks his watch, the conversation obviously at an end.
Amanda’s eyes widen with this last tidbit of information. But I sure like the sound of it. Being with Jonathon, that works for me. I can think of a number of things I would like to do with Jonathon. But it doesn’t take my mind off worrying about money for long. Soon I’m chewing on a fingernail.
I feel a warm hand on mine as Jonathon pushes my hand away from my mouth and I let it drop to my side. He’s right. I’ve got to quit chewing my nails to the quick. He paid a lot of money to the nail salon to rectify my dismal situation and I’m ruining it.
I look into his amazing eyes and just want to fall in there and drown. He’s so sexy, so alive, and all-around wonderful. How did I get so damn lucky? I glance back at Amanda and I can see plain as day in her eyes that she’s asking herself the same thing. Of course she wants Jonathon for herself.
“I’d like a cup of Starbucks coffee, if it’s not too much trouble, Jonathon?” she asks innocently enough, though Jonathon will have to go a long way back through the hospital to get it for her. I had spotted the franchise on the way in.
“Okay, how would you like it?”
“Black, please.”
“Anything for you, Tess?”
I shake my head and gird my loins, certain the interlude before Jonathon gets back will be far from pleasant.
He’s no sooner out the door than she turns on me. “What do you think you’re playing at? You’re nothing but a hooker and trying to ensnare a man like Jonathon in your trap, why—why that’s just disgusting! He deserves a real woman, not one who’s tainted by being a common prostitute and a slut.”
I’m flabbergasted. I had never thought of myself in such terms and it hurts like hell. All my euphemisms and good intentions fall by the wayside. I suddenly feel dirty and unclean. I just want to escape. I couldn’t imagine where the vitriol was coming from. She worked at the agency too, and I was certain that Jonathon and his sister would not appreciate such words being said by their receptionist to one of their employees, or ex-employee, according to Jonathon.
I sit silently. Hundreds of butterflies are colliding in my stomach and I swallow against the rising bile. I’m not going to make a scene in a hospital where people are sick and needing attention. It just feels wrong. My Gran’s training helps once more.
She clams up after that and we wait a few more minutes ‘til Jonathon comes back with two cups of coffee. He hands one to Amanda and sits back down beside me. The atmosphere is so thick I really think you could cut it with the proverbial knife, but Jonathon’s mind is elsewhere and he appears oblivious to it. Probably for the best. He has enough on his mind.
Finally the door opens again and it’s a man in faded green scrubs. The butterflies flutter drunkenly waiting for the news.
“Jonathon Kennedy?”
Jonathon nods. “How’s Katherine?”
“Yes, I’m Doctor Abraham. Congratulations, your sister and niece are both fine. The baby’s stable, though eight weeks premature. She weighs just over three pounds which is good, but she’ll need to stay in the neonatal intensive care unit for some time. Preemies are vulnerable to a whole host of conditions. Katherine will be able to go home in a couple of days, barring any complications.”
“Thank you, Doctor. That’s great news! Can I see Katherine and the baby?” Jonathon says and he gives the doctor a quick smile of gratitude. Knowing is a relief and I let out a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Yes, you can see Katherine, but only family is allowed for now, I’m afraid.” He nods at Amanda and me. “She was asking for her brother when I checked in on her about fifteen minutes ago. The baby is being monitored closely, of course, but you should be able to get a quick look at her if you check in with the nurses at NICU.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Jonathon offers his hand and the two men shake on it.
The doctor leaves and Jonathon turns to me, “I won’t be long. Do you want to wait here?”
Not really, especially if Amanda stays, but I nod, pretending to be a good sport.
“Thanks for coming, Amanda. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jonathon closes the door and it’s just us two females. What lousy thing will she say now? But she surprises me and just gets up, gives me a quick glance, and leaves. Good. I’d rather wait alone than have rude company.
But she’s right on one level. What man would want a woman that has been an “escort”? Will Jonathon forever think me less than? He hasn’t acted that way at all, but maybe after he’s had his fill things will change and I’ll just be a fling he had while helping out his sister.
Chapter Seventeen
I use the time while Jonathon’s with Katherine to check my phone and keep my mind off my life. I’m trying to distract myself on Facebook when Jonathon comes back into the room. I give him a quick look and see he’s feeling better about things. He smiles at me and brightens the room considerably.
“Katherine and my new niece Emma Rose are doing just fine,” he announces happily. “She’s so tiny, Tess, I’ve never seen such a tiny baby, but perfectly formed with all her fingers and toes. Not as pretty as her mama yet, but she will be. I think she’ll do just fine.”
“That is good news.”
“I’ll take you home now if you’re ready to go.”
“You bet,” I say, covering up all my doubts and worry with a perky response. Jonathon’s been through enough tonight.
It’s quiet in the car as we make our way through the streets. I’ve never gotten over L.A. traffic—even at this ungodly hour many people are spilling in and out of clubs and all-night diners.
Riding up in the elevator I watch Jonathon out of the corner of my eye. I just want to escape and create some distance between us. I have a lot to think about.
He escorts me to my door. “Thanks for bringing me home. I’m tired and I would prefer to just go to bed, if you don’t mind, Jonathon.” It’s more of a statement than a question, but I can see the disappointment in his eyes.
“Okay, we can postpone our discussion. I’ll call you tomorrow. Sleep well.” He leans down and kisses me on the lips and all my intentions fall by the wayside. He’s good for me. I cannot just let him walk away. I need this. I need Jonathon. I have the power to change things, to not listen to naysayers.
The kiss deepens. My arms reach up and tangle in his hair. His tongue invades my mouth, the first stroke of his tongue on mine stealing my wits. His arms circle me, my body presses against his and his cock pushes against my belly. I thrill in the power.
Cupping my buttocks, he lifts my hips and presses himself tight to me. The heat burns and my whole body comes alive. Moisture pools between my thighs and my clit throbs.
“You feel good, beautiful,” he murmurs against my neck as he nuzzles me sending shivers of excitement down my body.
I’m about to speak when his phone rings in his pocket making both of us jump. His look of frustration mirrors my own. He’s working too hard—it’s taking up all his time.
He lowers me down gently and smiles an apology.
“Yes,” he barks into his phone. I take a deep breath.
“Okay. I’ll take care of it.”
I know what’s coming.
“We will talk tomorrow, beautiful, you can count on it,” he promises, using his fingers to caress my cheek before giving me a long, lingering kiss.
The door closes behind him and I sigh.
I need to talk with Sally. I call her and am relieved when she answers on the second ring. Thank goodness she’s a night owl and likes to burn the candle at both ends.
“Hey, girlfriend. What’s up?”
“I don’t know. Just everything is closing in tonight.” I tell her what happened with Katherine and then mention what Amanda said.
“What a
bitch!” Sally screeches and it helps. “I hope you gave her what for,” she adds in a prim disapproving tone.
“No. I kind of froze up and gave her the silent treatment. We were in a hospital and all.”
“Did you tell Jonathon?”
“No. What if he thinks that way too? You know, under it all.”
“The way he looks at you? No way. He’s got it bad and he’s not judging you. I’m certain of it.”
Her words are a tonic and I breathe easier.
“So, how was your evening?” I ask, happy to talk about her now. We chatter for a few more minutes, discuss things going well with her boyfriend Mike, which I’m happy to hear, than ring off.
Bedtime. Long past, according to my body and the clock.
I wake late and stretch luxuriously, feeling better and able to handle the day. Then I remember today is one of the days I’m scheduled to see Mr. X. But do I still have the job? Jonathon sounded so adamant about my being done with the agency last night. But I need the money. I have to straighten this situation out with him. The other things, how he feels about me and if he judges me and has another plan for me to make loads of money, that’s a whole other kettle of fish.
I pad over to my computer and look for a message from the agency.
Up pops one from Katherine. When did she have time to send it? She really is an Amazon of a woman. She still thinks I’m employed, I can see from the instructions it contains, including news that a package containing a new outfit has been delivered to the concierge’s desk. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. I get that now.
I take a long shower and prepare myself for the job. Today he wants a schoolgirl outfit. Katherine has even included a photo of the look: pigtails, snug white sleeveless blouse, short red plaid skirt, white lace panties, and thigh-high white stay-up stockings with black ballet flats. At least my feet will be comfortable.
I fetch the costume from downstairs and get dressed. I look about fifteen in the outfit and I laugh out loud. Some people are just too weird. I’ve read the instructions and they vary in other ways, too. He’s asked for an earlier appointment, and I am to expect another person who will give me a light spanking for not doing a good job dusting. Good grief, I think, rolling my eyes. Who makes this stuff up? Maybe the guy’s British or something. I’ve heard they enjoy a good spanking left over from their boarding school days. A spanking, like the waxing, doesn’t sound too bad as long as it’s “light” as promised. The package even includes a white silk scarf to use as a blindfold. I tuck it into my bra.
I don’t have any appetite—it always worries me to see Mr. X—so that saves time. I’m soon on my way. I don’t call Jonathon because I know he’ll talk me out of going and that’s not going to help my bank account. I can’t think of anything else now. It’s too much in total, so I ignore my conscience and just keep moving.
I pull into the garage and without giving it any more thought, pick up my feather duster from the front seat, exit the car and freely walk into the mansion. I mean really, how bad can it be? I’m to do the same dusting as I did the first time. I dutifully head into the living room. I’m pretty happy that I have panties on, but how long that will last is anyone’s guess. He’s paying three times the going rate so I know there will be surprises in store. It’s kinky, and I feel scared, but under it there’s a little thrill and that’s maybe more frightening than anything. I like to be admired and I’m not certain what that makes me—an exhibitionist? I had no idea I have a kinky bent.
“You are doing a poor job. Take off your panties,” the voice commands not five minutes into the appointment. He’s rushing things today.
I stand back up from actually leaning over and doing the dusting and remove my underwear and place it on a shelf. I deliberately lean back over and dust the lower shelf. I let my mind drift to escape the room and I begin to daydream about Jonathon watching me. I can just imagine how much fun that would be and what I would like to do to him…
“Take off your blouse, very slowly.”
I straighten up and slowly unbutton my top and remove it, exposing a white lace push-up bra. I dutifully get back to dusting and then hear a slight movement behind me.
“Don’t turn around. Put on the blindfold and lean over the desk.”
It’s difficult, but I manage not to check out who’s come into the room. I tie the scarf across my eyes and lean over the desk.
“Lift your skirt. You’ve been very naughty and you need to be spanked for being so bad. Spread your legs wide. Wider,” he commands from wherever he hides and I do my best to follow his explicit instructions.
I feel something touch my bottom and it feels soft, sort of like leather.
Then it’s being rubbed all over my ass and it’s not unpleasant. I brace myself for a light swat and it comes next. It doesn’t hurt, but kind of feels erotic. It’s applied for a few moments and then I feel it lightly hit my nether regions. My pussy comes alive from the base attention. I imagine Jonathon doing it for my disobeying him and coming on the job today. That helps a whole lot. I’m feeling horny, imaging the view I’m offering up to him so willingly. Then the tip of the instrument touches my naked clit and sets me on fire. I inadvertently moan aloud.
“You are a very, very naughty girl. You need a real man to put out that fire.”
Oh, shit, the perv knows I’m horny. Mayday, mayday, I think to myself albeit belatedly.
I want to get out of there but time is not up. I bite my lips. Have I set something in motion that should not be set in motion?
My whole body tightens from worry. I want to close my legs but know that’s not allowed, not at the astronomical sum Mr. X is paying. My horniness all but evaporates with the worry.
“Take off the bra and sit on the desk.”
Okay, that at least protects my nether regions.
I do this easily, still blindfolded and wait for what’s next. Something soft, probably the same instrument that was used on my bottom, is applied to one nipple and I feel it tighten in response. Then the other one is awoken in the same manner and I’m embarrassed at how easily my body reacts.
“This will feel cold,” the disembodied voice warns before it feels like ice is placed directly on my nipples. I start from the sensation and the male voice says, “Don’t move.”
My nipples bud tightly, but it’s not painful, so I try to relax as I wait for whatever is planned next.
Light air is blown across my chest and my nipples tighten further. It would actually feel good if I weren’t so apprehensive.
“You like it,” the disembodied voice smugly comments and I bite my lips. I desperately wish I could see who is in the room with me, but I think it’s most likely the woman from the last time. She could handle this just fine.
“Now, do a better job of the dusting,” the voice instructs and I think I’ve gotten off pretty lightly.
I quickly remove the blindfold, but the other person is already gone and I’m none the wiser. I glance down at my breasts, and though they are at full attention, they look fine. I pick up the feather duster and apply myself more fully to the task. My pigtails swing forward from my movements. Only a few more minutes to go…
“I’m bidding on your virginity. One hundred and fifty thousand dollars is my latest offer. I intend to be the highest bidder.” The smug voice startles me. I had not expected this. Crap. I don’t like that at all. And just a little part of me is feeling elated that my price has gone up. Is that wrong?
I’m finally free to go. I drive back to the gate, nod at the security guard, and head into traffic. My life is certainly turning out differently than I could ever have expected.
Back in the condo, I strip and have a long shower. I think of Jonathon as I soap my breasts and they tingle with need. I imagine him being the one to suck on them with his warm, full lips. I arch my back and allow the stream of water from the portable shower head to stream directly onto my pussy. It feels so good I pull my labia apart with my fingers and allow the wate
r to rush like a cascading waterfall over my clit. I vibrate with the sensation, acute need throbbing away before the dam breaks loose and I’m flooded with an orgasm that makes my knees weak and my body feel wonderfully alive. But I want the real thing. I want to feel naked flesh on mine, flesh that tantalizes with its stimulating scent of fragrant soap and unique maleness. Warm, firm lips and full thick hair I can run my hands through. Only Jonathon…
I dry off and prepare for the rest of my day. At least I did my job and did not accept charity. That eases my conscience some.
I check my phone messages and find one from Jonathon.
Want to see the baby? I’ll pick you up at six. P.S. Still waiting for that blowjob. He closed with a smiley face.
Sure. Me too. I text him back, adding a winking emoticon of my own, thrilled at his being on board with having some more fun practice even if it’s only for Jonathon’s benefit. I got shortchanged the last time and I’m going to make up for it. Drive him out of his cotton-picking mind for a change. Let him see how that feels! As I hit send on my phone I begin to fantasize about how exactly I’m going to manage an A+ for giving him a blowjob. First, I want to remove all his clothes, slowly, piece by piece, starting with his shirt. I’ll kiss my way down his six pack to his belt and then undo the buckle and pull down his zipper with my teeth, letting his pants drop to the floor. I savor the memory of him doing that with my panties and I cream just from thinking about it. Next, I will very, very slowly, (if you can control yourself, I tease, wondering if I really can) pull down his underwear letting his imagined hard-on spring into my waiting hands. I’ll caress the silken skin and give him a smile of delight, looking him right in the eyes to let him know how much it turns me on too.
I’ll take control by dropping to my knees and teasing the plump knob with my tongue, licking the slit and tasting his pre-cum. My breasts will spill out of my merry widow. As his hungry gaze takes in the sight, I will tease up and down his thick shaft, nipping and sucking and caressing. As it throbs to full attention under my expert manipulations I’ll take him fully into my mouth right to the back of my throat and then all the way out again, sucking him intensely with the motion. In and out, in and out, take him fully in and then twirl my tongue around the end in a teasing motion before sinking right back down his cock to the very hilt. I can’t wait to have him in my power.
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