Lustly

by Jennifer Foor

  I’d been sexually awakened and wasn’t ready to call it a day.

  Did I get a shower?

  You bet your sweet ass I did.

  Although, it wasn’t as sexual as I thought it would be. The exotic girl, who went by Nessa, short for Vanessa, talked my head off about her clients. I sucked in the information like a sponge, and appreciated how professional she was about it. She told me that she had a four year old and was going to college. She needed to be able to make money without being away from her child. Finding a sitter for only a couple hours a night was easy for her. By the end of the shower I’d offered babysitting by either of my daughters, considering they might like the opportunity to do it.

  How fucked up was that?

  Once I was dry and redressed I was led to Ms. Cybil’s office and seated. She joined me moments later. “Lily, are you okay, dear?”

  I felt weird admitting it out loud. “Yes. I’m fine.”

  “I need to apologize to you about what happened earlier. Frankie got out of hand, even after I told you no sex.” She seemed very disturbed over it.

  “I didn’t tell him no.” I felt my cheeks turning red. “We got caught up I suppose.” I didn’t want to admit that I enjoyed the encounter, even if I never found out who the man was. It sounded bad, but he’d given me pleasure and nothing more. It was one time, and perhaps it didn’t have to count since I never saw his face, and he didn’t finish inside of me. I was making excuses for being a slut. Epic fail!

  Then I wondered something that made me very uneasy. “Protection. Did he use any?”

  “Of course my dear. He wouldn’t have gone into the room without it.”

  I had to change the subject, so I said the first thing that came to mind. “How did I do? Was I bad at it?”

  “One can not be bad at sex. You can be inexperienced, but performance doesn’t mean you’re terrible at it.” She documented something on a piece of paper. “I have rules for a reason, Lily. There was no need for you to have intercourse today. I’m very sorry for that. I like to be a woman of my word. Frankie knew the rules.”

  “My lips are sealed.” I felt embarrassed about the comment, wondering if she thought about my pussy lips being sealed. I know that’s where my mind went.

  “Let’s get to business. You’re not going to need a second session. After Frankie’s actions I couldn’t ask you to endure that again. Your client has been prearranged and he’s eager to get started. Honestly, I’ve never seen anyone more eager. He’s driving me crazy, actually.”

  “Already?” I figured it would take awhile, but Nessa had been right. “I didn’t know it would be so soon.”

  “This client of mine is very dear to me. I wouldn’t assign just any of my girls to him. He requires a strong woman, who wants only to protect his identity. To be honest I’ve known him his whole life and he’s never once asked me for a girl.”

  It was so intriguing, but scary. “Am I allowed to know anything about him?”

  “He’s between the ages of thirty and forty. He’s very handsome, and kind.”

  “Has he been with other girls before?”

  “He’s never been with any of my girls. I can assure you of that.”

  “Is something wrong with him?”

  She slid a few papers over toward me. “Sign these papers. They protect both of us legally.” She was avoiding the question. “This is the key card for room four-hundred at Century Suites. Be there before ten in the morning, clean, shaved and prepared, both mentally and physically. When he arrives you will be required to wear a blindfold. His identity must be a secret.”

  I cut in. “Wait. I’m supposed to just sleep with some man and never know who it is? That is insane!”

  “Dear, you just did that earlier today. In time he will feel comfortable enough to open up. I suggest you follow his rules if you want to make good tips.”

  It was true, but with the client I would be all alone. I wasn’t sure if I was okay with that.

  “Tips?”

  “Yes. On top of what you make, most clients will also tip.”

  “What if I can’t go through with it?”

  “My client knows that you are his first encounter. He requested you.” He requested me? Had I gone onto some ala-cart escort site? “If you’re afraid of something bad happening, I can assure you that it won’t.”

  “Like today?” I’m pretty sure the definition of ‘bad’ wasn’t what I’d experienced earlier. When I leave here I will check the dictionary just in case.

  “Exactly.”

  “I asked for it,” I lied. “I wanted that man to have sex with me. I wanted to know what it would feel like, just one time. It’s more my fault than his. Please, don’t be hard on him.”

  She began to laugh. “Lily, I know what happened. It was clear that you enjoyed yourself, maybe even too much. I never expected you to be so welcoming. Nessa is trained to go as far as the person allows. I suppose maybe you could have whispered for Frankie to please you, but it was still stipulated beforehand that he wasn’t to do so.”

  I knew that I wasn’t in any position to help out the man. Then it actually finally hit me. Just as I was about to leave I burst into tears. Ms. Cybil was standing in front of me and reached out her hand to touch my arm. “What you’re feeling is normal.”

  I jerked away, unable to keep my composure any longer. “I cheated on my husband. I’m a slut because I liked it? I liked how it felt to be touched by them. I wanted more, I asked for it. I’m just as horrible as my husband.”

  She was probably rolling her eyes and wishing she never laid eyes on me, but her arms wrapped around my shoulders for comfort anyway. “What happened today is the reason why I have these sessions. I need to know not only if you can handle the situation, but also be able to deal with the repercussions. If you can’t get through today, then we’ll have to find my client someone else. I can’t have you getting upset like this in front of him.”

  I waited until she let go to wipe my tears away. “I need the money. Please. I’m desperate. I won’t let him see me upset.”

  This woman must have thought I was bi-polar, and I was beginning to wonder the same thing. I suppose I felt ashamed for what I’d done. For my whole life I’d been this person to follow all of the rules. The idea that I’d done something so out of my norm was disturbing. Even worse was the fact that I’d been willing to get it on with Nessa in the shower, although our business chat got in the way.

  After leaving the office, I headed to a parking lot where I cried for an unknown amount of time. I hated myself, and finally went home to shower again, to wash off the shame I’d brought on myself, that I’d endure for an eternity in Hell.

  I ordered pizza and after picking up the kids from the bus, I retreated to my bedroom and shut the door. Luckily Charlie thought I was crying because of what he’d done. Honestly it was the only thing that made me feel better inside. Had it not been for him I wouldn’t have had to become a whore. This was all his fault and I hated him even more.

  I tried talking myself out of going to meet my client a dozen times, but yet I got a shower, made sure I looked my best and was on my way to the hotel. Living under the same roof as Charlie was only making me want to commit murder. I needed to get away, but knew I couldn’t go without my children. There was one easy way out of this and it required me to take off my clothes and fuck a stranger. I was willing to do it for as long as I needed to in order to get by. I would make a new life for myself, no matter if it destroyed the person I once was.

  I didn’t have to check into the hotel since I already had a room key. Nerves really hit me as I entered into the elevator and then got my first look at the lavish amenities in the room. This wasn’t some hotel that normal travelers stayed at. Every detail, from the furniture to the fixtures was expensive. A fully stocked bar with stools was at one end of the room, and a living room with two couches was on the other side. Further inside was a separate bedroom with a large king size bed. The bathroom within was even mor
e spectacular with a tub that would fit three grown men, not that I was imagining that happening or anything.

  I sat down on the bed and then began to fidget. My client would be arriving shortly and I wasn’t prepared. After putting my purse into one of the bedside drawers, I primped in front of the mirror. Finally I walked around the suite and found a note addressed to me.

  Lily,

  I hope you aren’t too nervous. In this envelope you will find a comfortable mask to wear. Promptly at ten please make sure the shades are down and you are sitting waiting. It’s okay if you feel scared. I can assure you that I’ve matched you up with someone as equally nervous. Remember, this isn’t about sex. Sometimes this is about listening, and being a companion if even for a short amount of time.

  When you’re working your name is Lustly. Never tell a client your real name.

  All of your next meetings will be determined by your client. If you can’t make a meet you must contact me at once.

  If you have any questions feel free to call me. I’m always available.

  Cybil

  I pulled the mask out of the envelope and looked at it. The black material was made of satin, and was so smooth to touch. I heard the door clicking and began to panic. Quickly, I ran to the curtains and closed them tightly, making the room hard to see. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a man entering and turned to face the opposite direction as I applied the mask.

  I was petrified.

  Holy Shit. What am I doing? I can’t go through with this.

  This wasn’t like my session. There wasn’t anyone there to protect me if things go bad. I hadn’t told anyone where I was going to be. I could have been murdered and nobody would ever know. I heard something clicking and then a recorded voice spoke. “Good morning, Lustly.”

  I heard more clicking and could gather that he was typing what to say to me. I wondered if he wasn’t able to speak, so I responded, almost feeling bad that he may have a handicap. I never imagined that my client would have such a thing, but it was very possible. “Good morning.” I hated being called Lustly, but it sure beat him knowing my real name. I imagined being in the local mall and him seeing me. Obviously, I’d never know what he looked like, so I’d assume that every man that looked at me was him.

  I was getting freaked out, letting my paranoia overwhelm me. Before I could go all psycho and run past the man, I heard more clicking and then the recorded speaking. “You look beautiful today.”

  “Have you seen me before?”

  “Perhaps.” He was still across the room from me. I could sense that much. “Please, sit down so we can get to know each other.”

  I felt for the couch and sat down, wondering if he was just going to come over and try to get busy with me. “What would you like to know?” Obviously his life was a secret.

  “What do you do for fun?” The recorded voice was bothering me. I felt ashamed to say anything about it, but it made me feel even more unconnected to the stranger sitting across from me, or standing. I really didn’t know what he was doing.

  “Sexually?”

  “No, of course not. I mean, what do you normally do when you aren’t working?”

  I crossed my legs and folded my hands in my lap. “Sorry. I’m a little nervous.” I paused for a moment, but he didn’t respond. “I like to read, and go to the beach.”

  “What do you like to read?”

  “Romance novels, of course.” I giggled to myself. “I like to read that someone is getting a happy ending.” Then I laughed again imagining a different kind of happy ending. Leave it to my nerves to make me feel even more uneasy.

  “Don’t be nervous. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

  The recorded voice didn’t make me feel any more comfortable, but somehow I believed that I wasn’t in danger. Still, the mother in me needed everything laid out on the table. “What is it that you want from me?”

  “Whatever you’re willing to give me.”

  He was crazy if he thought I’d jump in the sack after five minutes alone in a hotel room, if that’s what he was implying. “That’s hard to determine when you won’t let me see you.”

  “Does it matter how I look?” Then I felt bad about saying it.

  “Of course not. I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “I would rather you like me for the person I am when you’re with me, rather than the face I hold.”

  “Maybe I’d feel better if you were blindfolded too,” I sarcastically suggested.

  “Am I supposed to forget how utterly beautiful you are? I don’t think I could ever do that.”

  “That’s flattering.”

  “It’s true. I knew I had to have you from the first moment I saw you.”

  “Can you tell me where we met?”

  “No.” He was very fast to answer.

  “Do you know my real name?”

  “Maybe.”

  “What’s your first name?” I felt very confused. This was supposed to be anonymous. He knew that as much as I did, yet he was admitting that he might know who I really was. “If you know who I am then why can’t I know who you are?”

  “If I promise to tell you my name after three meets, will you accept that?”

  “Do I have a choice?” I needed the money, and I was already screwing this up. I was terrible at being a whore. I guess I should have watched some documentaries or maybe some Skinemax at least a couple times to brush up on sexual innuendos, and conversations.

  “When you act vulnerable your face tightens. I can see it even while you’re wearing the mask. To answer your question, you always have a choice.”

  “Are you able to speak?”

  The room got quiet and I assumed that I upset him. I sat there with my hands folded until I felt hot breath on my ear. “Yes,” he whispered.

  It scared the shit out of me and I jumped and turned around. With one hand on the mask, ready to take it off, he placed his over mine, stopping me. “Don’t,” he whispered again.

  “Why are you whispering? Do we know each other?”

  Instead of moving away, he grabbed both of my hands and pulled me close to him. I felt terrified, like I was definitely in over my head. Ms. Cybil was going to get an earful from me when this man finally left.

  To be honest, I knew I could take off the mask and see who he was. Maybe there was this part of me that didn’t want to know. It was like seeing him made it all real and not knowing allowed me to pretend that it wasn’t really happening. One hand let go of mine and then fingers trailed over my lips. I could smell gum or mouthwash on his breath, as if he’d just put it in before stepping in the door. He took my hand and brought it up to his face. I let him guide my fingers over his eyes, his nose, and then his mouth. His face was clean shaved, and he had no beard or moustache.

  Just as my fingers finished coasting over his bottom lip for the second time he kissed them. When I didn’t move he kissed the back of my hand and spun me around, so that I wasn’t facing him. His arms lifted and both touched my shoulders, and then ran down my skin simultaneously. I could feel goose bumps forming from being petrified, and sensitive.

  He moved my hair to the side and kissed my shoulder lightly. I turned my neck to allow him to do it again. His tongue brushed over my shoulder and then across the back of my hair line.

  The zipper to my dress was moving down before I even knew he had a hand on it. “I’m scared,” I whispered. “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I asked.

  “No sex,” He whispered back. “Promise.”

  While trying to focus on the man’s voice that he clearly wasn’t revealing to figure out if I even knew who he was or if he was just making me think I did, I allowed him to unzip my dress. With ease it fell to the floor, leaving me in only a bra and panties. My hose were only for added sexiness. I’d bought them years ago and never even tried them out for Charlie. Here I was bearing all to a complete stranger who was promising not to have sex with me, even if he was paying a ton of money for two hours of my time. It r
eally made no sense.

  Unless he was impotent.

  Maybe he couldn’t get it up and having me come in was his way of seeing if the cock would respond to me differently. I really didn’t know, and I wasn’t about to ask him about it.

  My bra was unhooked and I felt my breasts being freed as it fell to my feet. The stranger spun me around but didn’t touch me. I started to put my hands over my chest and he grabbed them. “Don’t,” He said softly. “Just let me look at you. I want to see all of you,” he whispered.

  When I let my hands fall to the side he’d already put his thumbs in my panty line. I was shaking terribly, trying my hardest not to cry. Slowly, he pulled them down over my hips. I felt so naked. I mean, I know I was naked besides the thigh high stockings, but this was different. It was like when you’re walking down a dark ally and you know someone is watching you. It was creepy.

  “Now what?” I wasn’t about to be comfortable standing there for a long period of time. He could have been taking my picture and putting it on websites.

  Hands ran over my ass cheeks and I felt breath being blown over my pussy. “Shh”, was all I heard him say before he kissed me right on it. Before I could say for him to stop, or keeping going, I felt his tongue licking my folds. Then he spoke again, as quiet as before. “Are you still afraid that I want to hurt you?”

  You can’t ask a woman that question when you’re tongue deep in her pussy. “No.”

  His tongue lapped up my clit, flicking it so forcefully that my knees began to buckle. He kissed me one more time before standing up and bringing his face close to mine. “I won’t hurt you, but someone else could,” he whispered, so low that I could barely make out what was being said. I felt him putting the straps of my bra over my arms and reaching behind my back to fasten it. Next he helped me put my panties back on. He stood, his mouth brushing over mine, making me taste myself as he did it, and then he disappeared. I could feel that his presence wasn’t anywhere near me.