Wait. I think I’m supposed to get paid first. I guess we’re going to a gala and that’s not something Todd talked about in his series of rules.
Bryce continues talking without taking a breath.
“There will be a lot of international businesspeople with deep pockets and if you can help smooth the interactions by throwing in a few sentences in their native tongue, that should help me close more deals in the coming weeks.”
“I can certainly do that. That sounds easy enough.”
“Todd tells me you speak Spanish, French and Italian. Since I can barely say hello in any of these languages, I’ll count on you to break the ice. Is that clear?”
“Yes, it’s clear. You want me to smile, be charming and when the opportunity arises, flirt with potential clients in their native tongue.”
“Yes, but don’t flirt too hard and make the mistake many women I’ve hired for the night make—you arrive at the event with me, you leave with me. Don’t flirt your way into another man’s bed when I’m footing the bill.”
I didn’t expect that answer and I’m immediately embarrassed by my inexperience. He must have noticed because his face softens.
“From what Todd tells me, you’re smart and you pick up on things very quickly.”
“I’m a quick learner,” I reply, trying to smile despite my discomfort.
The waiter comes back with our drinks and a few tempting appetizers. A few sips of my gin and tonic gives me the courage to ask a question that has been on my mind since Todd told me that the über-successful and very eligible Bryce Van Der Linden was the first client of many to get in touch with him to secure ‘Amanda’s’ services. Todd said the short bulletin he sent out to clients announcing their newest recruit was very well received by some of their richest and most powerful clients.
“Bryce, may I ask a question?”
“Of course, Amanda.”
“What should I say if someone asks about our relationship? How should I refer to you?”
“There’s a strategic reason for me to hire a gorgeous and sexy woman who speaks multiple languages. People will spend more time admiring your beauty and being impressed by your language skills than figuring out our relationship, but if someone were to ask, simply tell them you’re my Director of International Business. That should conclude that line of questioning.”
“Got it. So my language skills were the determining factor in selecting me over the other women at the agency?”
Oh my God, did I just ask that?
“I’m sorry, Bryce, I think that came out the wrong way. I’m not questioning your decision,” I say as I fumble over my words.
He leans in dangerously close, holds my gaze with his dreamy blue eyes, places his hand on top of mine and says in a suggestive voice, “Your language skills are a bonus. I selected you because you’re very beautiful and you have an incredibly curvaceous body. I was turned on by you the second I saw your photo, Amanda.”
His answer has the effect of an electric jolt going through my body and his words unexpectedly harden my nipples and make me wet.
“We should go now. The car is probably already waiting for us,” he suggests while still holding my gaze.
***
Although the evening is a glamorous gala where some of the richest and most successful businesspeople in New York City rub shoulders, it’s extraordinarily tiresome. I spend the evening glued to Bryce’s side, shaking hands, smiling, making small talk in four languages and faking interest in what’s being shared with me.
You’d think with that much money, they’d know how to have more fun.
Bryce is all business during the gala. Other than a few conspiring looks we exchange during the evening, we don’t have much time to interact with each other because there are too many important people to meet.
“I’m just going to run to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I say before leaving his side.
I spend more time than I should reapplying my makeup and lipstick in the hopes of buying myself some time away from this formal and slightly boring evening.
Mmm, I’m going to go get myself another drink before joining Bryce. Let’s hope the line isn’t too bad.
I leave the bathroom and head for the bar, determined to find a way of making this evening enjoyable.
“That was a long bathroom break, Amanda.”
I turn around, startled to hear Bryce’s voice behind me.
“Bryce. Well, you know us women, we take much longer than men.” I feel like he’s caught me doing something wrong. “I was a bit thirsty, so I decided to stop by the bar to order a drink.”
“You’ll have to take that drink to go. It’s time for us to leave. The car is outside waiting for us.”
As we drive back to his hotel, I stare out the window, a bit nervous about what Bryce expects of me now that the gala is over. I know he’s staring at me and I slowly turn my head to meet his eyes.
“You were great tonight and I can’t believe you survived the last three hours like a real champ,” he says in a deep voice.
“It was a fun evening.”
“You’re such a bad liar. You were obviously trying to escape at the end of the evening by pretending to go to the bathroom.”
He’s caught me red-handed and I’m unsure if he’s amused or offended by my attempt to escape.
“The only fun thing about this evening was watching you move in that form-fitting dress that hugged every single one of your curves to perfection. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of you the entire night.”
I don’t have time to respond to Bryce’s boldness because he has already put his finger at the base of my throat. He draws a sensual vertical line downwards that forces him to navigate between my breasts. His forceful hand finds its way to my nipple and I can tell from his hungry eyes that we’re both taking pleasure from his salacious act.
“It should be illegal to have such a hot little body as yours,” he whispers in my ear.
The limousine barely has time to park in front of the hotel before Bryce takes me by the hand and leads me out of the vehicle.
“I have your money upstairs. Follow me,” he commands.
We grab an elevator and when the doors close behind us, Bryce corners me. Without saying a word, he holds my gaze while running one of his hands under my dress as he grabs my breast with his other hand. When he squeezes my breast, I can’t help but let out a carnal muffled sound. The elevator bell and noise of the opening doors separate our embrace. Bryce grabs my hand and drags me with a sense of urgency to his room.
“It turns me on so much to look at you walk,” he observes as he guides me to his room.
He barely has time to pull the door closed behind him. He slides his hand under my dress and up my thigh until his strong hand reaches the crotch of my laced thong.
“Amanda? Is that your real name?” he whispers in my ear as he grips the seam of my lacy panties and yanks them down, leaving me panting, my own wetness trailing down my trembling legs.
He tosses my panties over his shoulder and then firmly turns me around to unzip me. He pulls my dress over my head, flings that as well over his shoulder and immediately cups my breasts with both hands.
“I love your big, full tits, Amanda,” he says, his voice filled with desire.
I’m about to remove my heels, but he interrupts me with his husky voice. “Keep the heels on. You look sexy in them.”
I’m so turned on right now that I could melt. The intensity of the fire burning inside me is consuming.
“So, is Amanda your real name?” He repeats the question I’ve been avoiding.
“Yes.” I’m breathing heavily, unsure if I should tell him my real name or not, but too confused and turned on to think about it.
He presses his body against my back and his hard length rubs against me as he gets closer before sliding one hand between my legs. I can barely breathe by the time his fingers slide between my wet
folds and inside me.
“Oh, naughty Amanda, you’re completely shaved down there. That’s making my cock even harder.”
I’m about to grab his cock when he stops me with two words. “Not yet. I’ve wanted to hold your big boobs in my hands since you walked into the bar,” he says before he kisses the back of my neck. “I knew as soon as I saw your photo that I had to have you,” he whispers, as he grabs my hair and gently pulls my head back so that he can reach my lips.
I think I’m going to lose it.
After kissing my lips, he returns his fingers to my folds. I’m overtaken with pleasure and am nearly delirious as he slides his fingers out of me and strokes my clit using my own juices.
This cannot be happening. I cannot believe I’m about to have sex with Bryce Van Der Linden! And I cannot believe I’m having sex for hire!
My face is firmly pressed against a wall as I curve my back to lift my ass higher up to give Bryce all the room he needs to work on my clit. I can’t help but grind against his touch as he presses his bare chest against my back.
When did he have time to remove his jacket and shirt?
He massages my clit with one hand as he unhooks my bra, releasing my engorged breasts and hard nipples, with the other.
“Your fucking clit is amazing. I want to make you come, Amanda.”
His words are intoxicating. My heart nearly stops when he pinches my nipple hard with his free hand.
“Ohhhhhhh!”
I can’t help but scream out with pleasure while tilting my head back to catch his gaze. My body is convulsing uncontrollably under Bryce’s masterful hands. He kisses the back of my head, pinches my nipple harder and rubs my clit faster until my body releases a final shudder. I’m about to fall down on my knees because my legs are so limp, but Bryce catches me and lifts me in his arms. He walks me to the bed and then walks back to grab my lacy panties off the floor. He lifts my panties and holds them to his nose.
“Mmm… I like the way you smell,” he says with a slight grin before helping me get back into my panties.
As he pulls them up my legs, I stop him because I realize they are way too soaked to put back on.
“I think they’re a bit wet,” I confess, embarrassed by how quickly he brought me to climax.
“In that case, why don’t I hold on to them until I see you again,” he suggests without waiting for my consent. “Let me grab your money.”
What? That’s it?
I’m a bit confused and disappointed, but when I see the huge pile of money in Bryce’s hands, I remember Todd’s advice and snap out of my fantasy world and back into reality.
“So, we’ve been together for about six and a half hours, right?”
“I think so,” I manage to respond uncomfortably.
“Do you want to get dressed while I count this money?”
Since I’ve never done this, I’m not sure if this is normal or if I’ve done something to turn Bryce off. I thought that I’d have to pleasure him, but he’s sending me home instead.
“I’ve hired the driver for another few hours. You can either go home with him or grab one of the cabs in front of the hotel and I’ll give you extra money to get home.”
I try to get up and move, but my legs are still shaking. I’ve never been touched like that before. Men usually have no concept of how to massage your clit to orgasm so I didn’t expect much from Bryce. I’ve been single for a few years now, since building a business doesn’t bode well for a thriving and active sex life. I’ve had to learn to give myself the type of pleasure no man has ever been able to give me before. Being single has helped me learn how to give myself the strongest and most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life—until tonight.
He’s staring at me as I try to compose myself. I can’t help but feel like I’ve screwed up somewhere and I’ve blown my first job as an escort.
God, can I not even get this right?
Bryce hands me a bulging black zipped pouch with my fee for the night. “So have you decided?”
“Decided?”
“About your ride back home?”
“Oh. I’ll grab a cab downstairs.”
“Right. I’ll cancel the car then.”
As he stands there, I look him up and down to take in how incredibly sexy he is. I stop at his crotch. I’m confused, because his bulging erection could be seen from Russia and threatens to break through his pants, yet here I am putting my clothes back on.
He catches my eyes and we both know he has a massive hard-on.
I want to walk across the room, get down on my knees, unzip his pants and take him into my mouth, but his body language suggests it’s time for me to leave.
I totally screwed up.
Chapter 2
My real phone wakes me up. I’m way too tired to bother looking to see who’s calling so early, so I just answer it.
“So… you made it! How did it go last night with your first client?”
Cassie is on the other end. I’m silent for a moment because I don’t know how to start explaining what happened.
“Was everything okay last night? Say something. You’re making me nervous.”
“What time is it?”
“It’s eight am and time to spill the goods.”
“You wouldn’t believe last night if I told you. You cannot tell Todd I told you this, but I spent the night with a heavy hitter.”
“Heavy hitter? Who? I want a name.”
“Bryce Van Der Linden.”
“You were so secretive about the identity of your first client. I didn’t want to push since it was your first. Girl, Bryce Van Der Linden is not only hotter than hot, but contrary to a lot of the clients you’ll have, he’s very eligible.”
“He’s very hot. I mean when I first saw how handsome he was, my jaw nearly dropped and I had to force myself to keep my cool.”
“How did the evening unfold?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I think I screwed up and Todd is going to be so pissed off at me.”
“What do you mean you screwed up? Give me the scene-by-scene action.”
“After a somewhat formal briefing over gin and tonic, Bryce took me to a stuffy and boring gala with a lot of extremely rich people where I had to flirt in different languages. When we were driving back to his hotel, he groped my breasts at the back of the limo, then dragged me to his hotel room where he gave me the most intense orgasm of my life—but we didn’t have sex. And then he unceremoniously sent me home in the middle of the night with a pouch full of money.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“Which part didn’t you get?”
“I got it all. I just cannot believe Bryce would do that to you. You’ve seduced him.”
“What do you mean? Did you hear the part about him sending me packing?”
“A lot of girls have spent the evening with Bryce, including myself, and he comes across as all business, distant and very intimidating. It just sounds like you’re talking about a different man. Honey, what you’ve described—that carnal, sexy, saucy side of Bryce—seems surreal. I mean, yeah, he’s fucked a few of the girls because he’s paying for you to do whatever he wants to do with you, but he never reciprocates. You are hired to give him pleasure, not the other way around. I’ve been out with him a few times, but we’ve always parted ways right after the event.”
“Not sure how this helps me.”
“The Bryce Van Der Linden I know, the one a lot of girls have talked about, would never give a woman he hires that much pleasure unless you’ve seduced him and he’s into you.”
“Then why push me away?”
“Remember, this is business. He might have gotten caught up in the moment and he took a step back trying to save face.”
“It’s not making sense to me.”
“Men hire us to be seen with the hottest women in New York City in order to make other men jealous and have them think they have a bigger dick than the
y do. They don’t pay several thousands of dollars per night to give us pleasure. What Bryce did indicates to me that you got him.”
“I got him?”
“Bryce will book you again within the next day or so. I’m certain of it.”
“How do you know?”
“If he made you come in the way you’ve described, he’ll be back for more. Besides, Todd told me that the bulletin barely had time to hit Bryce’s email before he had logged in, looked at your profile and was on the phone booking you.”
“You’re just trying to make me feel better.”
Suddenly my doorbell rings.
“Are you expecting company this early?” she says suggestively.
“No, I don’t think so. Wait a second. I’m going to go see who’s at the door.” I quickly pull on a robe to cover myself and run to the door. It’s not Ciara because she always announces her arrival with her trademark sultry voice while she knocks my door down.
“Who is it?”
“Your fairy godmother. Joking. Sofia, it’s Todd. Open up.”
Todd? Oh my God, I’m in trouble for last night. “Todd? What’s wrong?”
“Sweetie, nothing is wrong, but you do need to open the door. I have something for you.”
When I open the door, Todd is standing there with his arms wide open as if he’s on Broadway ending a performance with a grand tada. He gives me an angelic smile, brings his hands together and tucks them under his chin, cocks his head to the side, sighs and just stares at me.
“What’s wrong, Todd? Why are you looking at me that way?”
“There’s nothing wrong, honey. I told you this a few minutes ago. You’ve scored!”
“Scored what?”
“Darling, you mean whom, not what.”
“Todd, I’m confused. Is this about Bryce?”
“Why else do you think I’d be standing in front of your place at eight fifteen on a Friday morning? Honey, it has to be critically important for me to get up this early.”
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