I cringe at the long line outside of the club. “Great. We should have come earlier.”
“Chill out. I got this,” Em says as she walks right up to the front of the line.
“What are you doing?” I whisper yell at her. “These people in line are gonna kill us.”
“No they won’t. We have VIP passes,” she says as she pulls out a couple of tickets from her purse.
“How’d you get those?” I ask.
“I got connections.”
We slip right in and instantly make our way to the Sky-Deck. We’re on the fifty-fifth floor of the hotel, and the view is amazing. We get a couple of drinks and walk to the Ghost-Deck, which is even more awesome. It’s basically a glass area that allows you to see straight down to The Strip.
“I definitely don’t take advantage of living here,” I say.
“I know you don’t. Crazy woman.”
After walking around for a little while, we luck out and find a couple of seats two guys just vacated. We sit down and sip our drinks while we people watch.
“So, what’s been going on with you? Work keeping you too busy to talk to your best friend?” Em asks.
“Yes actually. I’m planning some rich lady’s daughter’s wedding. The mom is very particular. I’ve been running around finding things for her and making sure the location is going to be set up the way she wants it. I can’t wait till this girl gets married. This has been stressful.”
“I couldn’t deal with rich people telling me what to do, unless it was Mr. Grey,” she says with a wink.
“Yeah you could if they paid you well enough,” I say with a laugh.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“They aren’t all rich people either, but I do seem to work with the Richie Rich’s a lot. Anyway, no work talk. Yuck.”
“Okay, gotcha. So guess who I saw the other day?” she asks with wide eyes.
“Oh God. Who?”
“Liam!”
“Ugh.” I scrunch my face in disgust.
“Oh come one. Don’t you want the scoop?”
“Not really, but I know you’re gonna tell me.”
“Yep! So I was about to close up the coffee shop, and he walks in, trying to look cool and shit, with his stupid sun glasses and scarf. Who wears a scarf when it’s a hundred degrees? Anyway, he sees me and tries giving me his ‘I’m-so-charming-smile’ like it would work on me. I kept cleaning and hoped Lisa would take care of him and he’d leave. Did that happen? Nooo!”
She pauses for a minute so she can take a drink.
“So he gets his drink and then walks over to me. I try ignoring him but he just stands there. When I finally look up, he smiles again. I asked him what he wanted and he said he just wanted to say hi and see how I was doing. Then he asked me how you were and if we were still friends and blah blah blah. I can’t believe him! I just turned around and went to the back. What a fucking bastard!” she yells.
“Yeah, he’s a douche.”
Emilie nods and takes another drink.
Liam is my ex-boyfriend. We dated for about eight months until he decided he wanted to kiss Emilie. I guess he thought Em was going to fall for his shit, but luckily for me I have a good friend. She slapped him and told me as soon as she got in touch with me. They were both out and ran into each other at a club. His excuse was that he was drunk, but I’m not stupid, he’s just a prick. I dumped him and Emilie was nervous that I’d hate her, but I know she didn’t do anything wrong. We’ve been friends for too long for me to ever worry about her backstabbing me. She’s like my sister. I’m just glad I didn’t waste more of my time on him.
After being at the club for a couple hours, we decide to go to another club. Well, Emilie decides. She doesn’t even tell me where we’re going next, but we get in the cab, ready to continue our night.
“So have you been on any dates lately?” I ask her.
“Dates? What are those?” she laughs.
“I know, right? What happened with that Steven guy?”
“Nothing happened. He was boring and barely touched me. I felt like this sex crazed person because I was always the one trying to put the moves on him. Talk about frustrating.”
“Yeah. That’s weird. Maybe he’s gay.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised. I caught him watching Magic Mike one time.”
We both throw our heads back in laughter.
“What about you? You haven’t planned any functions for any young, hot billionaires lately that you can hook us up with?” she asks.
“Ha! I wish. If I did, I’d have told you already. The only guys I’ve worked for are old or hideous.”
“Boo that!”
“Indeed, but I have seen this one hot guy around at some of the functions I’ve planned. I don’t know what he does, but damn is he sexy!”
“Ooh! Do tell.”
“Well, there isn’t much to tell. He’s super tall, which is good for me, since I’m kind of tall myself. I’m not sure what his ethnicity is, he’s mixed for sure, but I don’t know with what. He’s always with a different girl every time I see him. Obviously a player, so that sucks.”
“You haven’t talked to him?” she asks as we pull up to some other place.
“No. I’m usually wandering around, making sure everything is going the way it needs to be. I don’t think he’s even noticed me. He’s always focused on the woman he’s with.”
“Well, let’s look for some sexy guys in here,” she says as we walk into some smaller club that I didn’t even see a sign for.
When we get to the bar, we order our drinks and try to find a place to sit. Luckily this place isn’t too packed. We find another smaller room that has a few couches and chairs with some tables. It’s much quieter in this room which is good because I’ve started getting a headache from all the bass music.
There are only a few other people in this room, all well-dressed.
“Look at all the Richie Riches in here,” Em whispers to me.
“I know. I was just thinking that.”
“Maybe I’ll find a hot billionaire to sweep me off my feet,” she says.
I hear a high pitched squeal followed by a laugh come from behind me and look back to see what’s going on.
I quickly turn back around. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“What?” Emilie says, looking behind us.
“No,” I say, trying to grab her arm.
“What? What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s the guy.”
“What guy?”
“The guy. The one I told you about earlier. He’s here and with a different chick.”
“Oh. Let me look,” she says.
“Okay. Be cool.”
“Always.”
She kind of glances around the room like she’s looking for a clock or something, then turns around completely.
“Oh wow. He’s delicious.”
“I know he is.”
“Like, lick him up and down, delicious.”
“I know!”
“You better jump on that.”
“I am not going to talk to him. He’s with some girl. He’s always with a girl. You know I don’t need any more of that shit in my life.”
She looks back at him.
“Em! Stop staring. You’re being obvious.”
“I don’t care. He’s yummy.”
“Apparently somebody else will be getting a taste tonight,” I say.
“Uh-oh,” she says, still looking at him.
“What?”
“He’s coming over here.”
I gasp. “No he’s not!”
She finally turns back. Her eyes are wide and she grabs for her drink. “No. Really.”
“Oh my gosh!”
“Be normal.”
I grab for my drink as the most attractive man I’ve ever seen walks up and stops right in front of me.
“Excuse me, Ma’am?” I say to her as she tries her best to act like I’m not standing in front of her.
/> As soon as I get a glimpse of those beautiful eyes and pouty lips, I know it’s her; the woman who got out of the cab the other night in front of Planet Hollywood.
“Yes?” she says quietly.
I don’t even know what I’m going to say. I had no plan before walking over here. I just knew I had to say something. It’s rare to see the same person twice in a city like this. Especially one you find attractive.
“I’m sorry if this is strange, but I just wanted to come over and say hi.”
I know that comes off as a stupid, cheesy line, but I guess it is. She doesn’t say anything. She only looks back at my date, letting me know that she knows I’m with somebody. Damn.
“Adrienne! Don’t be so rude!” her friend says, smacking her on the arm. “Sorry. This is Adrienne Miller and I’m Emilie Watson. We’re best friends. Who are you?”
Wow, she’s a talker, but she’s also just made my night by giving me this information. “Hi, Emilie,” I respond, giving her my most charming smile while I extend my hand to her. “I’m Jace.”
“Jace, you have beautiful eyes, do you know that?” she replies, still holding onto my hand.
“Thank you.”
“Adrienne, did you see his eyes? Just gorgeous,” she says, looking me up and down.
I pull my hand from her slowly and extend it to Adrienne. She hesitates, but her friend nudges her so she takes it. “It’s nice to meet you, Adrienne.”
She smiles politely, but looks around for my date. “Are you just going to leave your date over there all night?” she asks.
“No. I just wanted to introduce myself. I hope you ladies have a good night,” I say as I retreat back to my date for the evening.
Fuck. That didn’t go well at all. What the hell was she supposed to do? Give me her number or maybe invite me to sit down next to her while I’m on a date with someone else? Had I have seen her any other time, maybe I’d have had a chance.
“You too, Jace!” her friend yells out at me.
I get back to Laurie, my woman of the evening.
“Sorry about that, beautiful. I had to go say hi to friend of mine,” I lie. Adrienne is anything but a friend right now. Luckily for me, Laurie understands.
“Oh, it’s no problem,” she says in her bubbly voice.
Laurie is young and innocent. She says she’s only had one boyfriend and they didn’t have sex. Now that she’s twenty-one, she feels like she’s getting to an age where she shouldn’t be a virgin anymore. This is her first time hiring an escort, and she says she just wanted somebody she could be herself around.
“So if I wanted to see you again, could I?” she asks.
This is where things can get blurred. Either she’s talking about hiring me again, or she’s talking about seeing me on a more personal level. I really hope it’s the first one. I don’t date anybody who’s hired me. I don’t date period.
“If you want to go out again, you know how to get in touch with me,” I say with a smile.
I push my body to hers and let my left hand run from her shoulder, down her arm, and then grab her hip. I bring my head down and place a small kiss on the side of her mouth. She looks up at me, her face flushed, then slowly puts her hand on my chest and allows it to trail down to my lower stomach.
Her breathing has gotten heavier and I know she’s nervous. I move my hand to push her long, black hair behind her shoulder, and caress the side of her neck. She looks up at me briefly before she wraps her arms around my waist, and rests her head on my chest. I hold her in my arms, knowing that’s all she needs right now.
“You don’t have to rush anything, Laurie. It’s okay to wait for the right person,” I say to her.
“I know. I’d like to see you again, though. I like talking to you,” she says into my chest.
I rub her back. “Okay. I look forward to it.”
She pulls away and gives me a smile and I smile in return.
“You ready to go?” I ask.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
We walk out and I can’t help but notice that Adrienne and her friend are gone. Laurie has her arm hooked in mine as we walk outside.
“Stay right here, and I’ll go get the car,” I say to her. “I don’t want you hurting your feet in those heels.”
“Thank you.”
I walk around the corner and down the block a little ways until I find the lot I parked in. I normally only ride in cabs, but when I’m with a client, I drive my car.
I slide into the royal blue Bentley and quickly drive back to the front of the club.
Exiting the car, I round the front and open the passenger door for Laurie. Before she enters, she rises up on her tiptoes and plants a small kiss on my cheek. I smile down at her and place my hand on her back, guiding her into the car. I shut the door and turn to walk to the driver’s side. I see Adrienne and Emilie standing there, watching me.
Emilie’s jaw is open as she gawks at my car. As soon as Adrienne notices me looking at her, she turns her back and starts talking to her friend. Ouch.
I walk to my side of the car, slide into the cream colored leather seat and take Laurie home.
When I get back to my place, I run into John in the lobby again. He’s behind the desk going through some papers
“Hey, John. Did you go see that show with your wife?” I ask.
“I did, and it was terrible. The things I do for that woman.” He shakes his head.
“What was it?”
“Oh who knows? Something with people flying through the air. I can’t believe I paid two hundred dollars for something like that,” he says, rubbing his hand over his thinning hair.
“Did your wife enjoy it?” I ask.
“Yeah. She wouldn’t stop talking about it. Hopefully she won’t ask me to go to another one for a while.”
“Ah come on, John. It couldn’t have been that bad.” I lean against the table in the middle of the lobby and give him a smirk.
“It was. Next time she can take somebody else. How about you take her? Then you’ll see how terrible those shows are.”
“If the price is right, I will,” I say with a wink and walk towards the elevator.
He laughs at me goes back to work. He has no idea that I’m an escort.
When I get up to my place, I walk through the entry hallway and throw my wallet and keys into a bowl that sits on a table. Walking into the kitchen, I grab a bottle of water from the huge stainless steel refrigerator, and toss it onto the counter. Taking an apple, I toss it up in the air while I walk to my seat. I sit on the last seat at the bar, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window that takes up one wall in the kitchen.
After a few minutes, my phone rings and I stand up to pull out of my pocket.
“Hello?”
“Hey, what are you doing?” Marc asks on the other end.
“Shit. Nothing. Just got in, sitting here looking out the window. What’s up with you?”
“I thought I was bored. You’re looking out a window?” he laughs.
“I know. Living the good life. What’s up?”
“Nothing. I just got back from this date.”
“Date?” I ask.
“Well, appointment. Not an actual date. You know.”
“Ah, gotcha.”
“Anyway, she was talking to me about wanting to meet up again, but next time she wants another guy to come along. So I’m asking you. I definitely don’t want Nico or Kade to annoy me all night.”
I run a hand over my face, and lay my face against my arm that’s propped against the glass window.
“What does she want to happen on this date?”
“Hell, I don’t know, man.”
“Well, alright. Just let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.”
“Great. Thanks, bro.”
“Yeah. I’ll talk to ya later.”
“Alright. Bye.”
I hang up the phone and go upstairs to the level my room is on. I’ve been on ‘dates’ before with another one of the guys. S
ome women like to have more than one for a night, they’re usually older though. They just want some arm candy for some sort of function and want attention lavished on them. Other times, women want to actually have sex with more than one guy. I’d never choose to have a threesome where there were two guys and not two girls, but I get paid to do otherwise, so I do it. Not that the guys ever have sex with each other. Oh, hell no, but I have no problem fucking some chick in the ass while somebody else pounds her pussy.
I undress and get in the shower, ready to get to sleep. I have plans for a productive day tomorrow.
“Holy fucking balls!” Emilie screeches. “That car is fucking sexy.”
I sigh. “Yeah, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
“Adrienne, he’s sex on a fucking stick. Why were you so rude? I was two seconds from climbing up that tall body of his and latching on forever.”
“I know he’s sexy! You’d have to be blind to not notice that. When he said my name with that deep voice of his…” I shiver just thinking about it. “I’d let him fuck me in a second, but that’s all it would be. He’s always with a different girl. I’ve seen him with four different chicks now. He’s obviously a player. I’d never be able to be in a relationship with him.”
“So don’t be! Just fuck him and then tell me how it is!” Em shrieks.
“I’ve never been one to do the whole fuck buddies thing. You know that.”
“Yeah, but you’ve never had the chance to be fuck buddies with someone who could be a Greek God!” Emilie closes her eyes and puts her hands together like she’s praying.
“What are you doing?” I ask with a laugh.
“Praying to God and asking him to please send me another God-like creature that I can lick from head to toe.”
“While you’re at it, ask him to send me one, too. But one that doesn’t fuck everybody and their mom.”
“Okay,” she says with her eyes still closed.
She opens them back up and looks at me. “It’s done. Now we wait.”
We laugh as we climb into a cab that pulls up in front of us.
“Wanna stay at my house tonight?” I ask Em.
“I guess. I was planning on using my vibrator and having naughty thoughts about God-like creatures though. Are you okay with that?”
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