“Did I do something wrong?”
I heard typing again. “Sit down.”
I did as he told me and waited for another reply. “I can do better. Please, I need this money. Don’t change your mind. I’ll do anything you want.”
“You can call me, Frankie. It’s what my mother calls me.”
“Your mother? What the…I don’t understand. You’re Cybil’s son?”
“Yes,” the digital voice responded.
I felt angry and hurt that Cybil would lie to me about him being her son, and even more confused about my first session. “You let your mother watch us? You-,” I stuttered. “You slept with Nessa.”
“No.”
“I was there. I think I know what happened.”
“Did you know there were four of us there? I was not the only man in the room.”
I was more confused now than ever. “What? Nessa didn’t tell me that. I don’t understand.”
“I don’t work for my mother, and I don’t agree with what she does for a living.” More typing.
“I’m taking off this mask right now if you don’t start explaining to me what’s going on. Is this a test? Is this my second session?”
“You weren’t getting a second session,” the computer responded. “I won’t have it.”
“Buddy, you aren’t in control of me. I don’t know who you think you are, but -.”
“I’m protecting you from yourself.” I heard him typing so I waited for a reply. “I saw you leaving the first night you visited her. She didn’t know I was home. When I confronted her, she lied to me. I made her tell me what you were doing, and I convinced her that I would be your only client.”
“Why? I don’t know you. You don’t know me, well not really. Why, if you hate her lifestyle, would you want to be a part of it for me?”
“It doesn’t matter. I walked in during your first session and forced my mother and that little bastard out of the room. Nessa knew not to say anything to me, or I’d ruin her.” I heard an air-filled laugh escape his lips like he knew he had power over what was happening. “You were going to let him fuck you and I couldn’t have that.”
“So you did it yourself? How brave of you.” I was getting pissed. This wasn’t anything that I’d prepared myself for. This was horrible, and I knew I’d made a terrible mistake.
“You liked it.”
He was right. I did. I’d thought it was the hottest encounter I’d ever had, even not knowing who was in the room, and what had gone on while I was bearing it all. I didn’t respond.
“I wanted you to be with me.”
“You’re her son. Did she watch us? Tell me the truth. She said she did.”
“If she did then it was on camera, because I made her leave, Lily.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I’m not calling you Lustly. It’s not your name.”
“Why can’t I look at you?”
“I don’t want you to yet, not until I know you can handle this relationship.”
I started to laugh, forgetting that I was sitting in my bra and underwear. “Relationship? You’ve got to be kidding me. This is a business deal. That’s it.”
“Fine.” I heard him close the computer and then felt his hand on my knee. His face was close; I could feel his breath on my face. “Kiss me,” he whispered.
“I’m going to kiss you because the money is going to save my family, not because I like you at all.” I leaned in and pressed my lips over his. Right away he stuck his tongue in my mouth. I started to pull away, but I was met with a familiar pace. I’d kissed him during my session. His slow rhythm was addictive, and I found myself reciprocating. His hands wrapped around my waist and he lifted me into his arms. Frankie carried us across the room and I was soon being sat down on the bed. I could feel the spring of the mattress as he did it. He licked my ear lobe and kissed his way down to my breasts. I grabbed his chin and pulled him back up for another kiss. His wet lips brushed over mine as well as his tongue. With each kiss the heat increased between my legs. I wanted to be mad at him, but for some reason his touch felt too familiar. His gentle palms caressed my skin as they made their way inside of my panties.
What was happening to me? How could I be okay with this?
When he stuck a finger between my folds he felt what I already knew was there. He groaned and shoved his finger inside of me. I arched my body in response and tiny cries escaped my lips.
While my mouth was half open, he pulled his finger out of me and stuck it between my lips. I was shocked that he wanted me to lick off my own juices. I took his whole finger into my mouth, trying so hard to convince him that I could be professional. I could be sexy if I tried.
However that wasn’t what he wanted. He pulled his finger away and kissed me again, tasting my pussy on my own lips. He then pulled down my bra and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard until I cried out in both pain and pleasure. He repeated with the other side then moved down quickly until he was between my legs. He didn’t pull off my underwear, but instead moved them to the side. I felt him licking the lips and then massaging them with his hand. He pinched at my clit and sucked it into his mouth tugging to get a rouse out of me. Then, like he was eager for the prize, I felt his tongue entering my pussy. He lifted up my legs, and I held them willingly up near my head, while he licked me from my pussy to my ass. I’d never been touched like that before, and the next time he sucked on my clit I cried out. I couldn’t hold in what was happening to me. It was like I’d been drugged to perform and I couldn’t stop until I was sexually exhausted. “Please don’t stop,” I cried. “Lick me again. Please.”
I must have sounded pathetic, but he didn’t let it show. I felt his tongue nearing my asshole again and my body shuddered. He flipped me around and separated my cheeks, licked them both before taking his tongue in between again. When he pulled away he slapped my ass and then started tapping his palm on my pussy. More groans escaped his lips and he drilled his fingers inside of me once more, and then leaned down to lick my little hole again.
His fingers pulled out and wet the skin from my pussy to my ass. He drove them inside of me, only to lick the remnants of what he’d spread around. I reached for my tits and pinched my own nipples, while lying on my stomach, and accepting that for the second time this man was making me feel things I never knew were possible. It made me question who was the client, because certainly he was doing all of the work.
Then he started tongue fucking my ass. “Cum,” he whispered against it. I could feel his hot breath as his hard tongue pressed on my tiny hole, and his fingers repeatedly moved in and out of my pussy.
I let go.
I forgot about being in a hotel with a stranger.
I forgot about selling my body for money.
I forgot about who he was.
All I cared about was his talented mouth and what it was making me feel.
Frankie held his lips over me as I cried out loudly into the room, experiencing the hottest orgasm in the history of sex. He flipped me on my back and kissed me on the lips. Thank god he still tasted good, or it may have ruined the whole experience for both of us. His mouth was soft and gentle again as he let his body fall on the bed next to mine.
I felt him get up for a second and heard the shades being closed. The light at the top of my mask disappeared and I knew it was dark in the room. Frankie pulled off my mask allowing me to see that the room was darker than I could have pictured. Apparently the bedroom had the blackout panels, because I couldn’t see a hint of anything. He ran his hand up my abdomen and traced his way down my arm to find my hand.
He took mine and intertwined our fingers together. Then, silently, we lay there together, as if nothing had just happened between us.
I wanted to say something to him about our situation, but decided it was best to be a professional. Unfortunately being professional only lasted a few seconds. “I’ve cheated on my husband twice with you. Why don’t I feel bad about it?”
He laughed and pulled me into his arms, but said nothing. A few seconds later he started to kiss me again. Feeling like I was being selfish I reached down to touch him, to feel if he was hard, but he wouldn’t let my hand go past his waistline. “No.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Not like this. Not like the last time,” he whispered.
“I wanted it.”
“Shh.” He kissed me again, breaking my train of thought.
I must have fallen asleep while in his arms, because I woke up to a dark room. Forgetting that I wasn’t supposed to see him, I reached over and turned on the light. Frankie was gone, but on the bed next to me was an envelope of cash, and a note.
Lily,
I refuse to call you Lustly. I know this is just business to you, and I can live with that, as long as I’m your only client. I hate this lifestyle, but you’re worth me going against my better judgment. Whether we meet again is up to you. I’m sorry that I went against my word and touched you today. Every time I’m near you I can’t help myself. Making you cum is worth every fucking penny in that envelope. I’ll be here the same time next week. You don’t have to get dressed up for me if you decide to come. You’re the most beautiful when you’re comfortable.
Your client –
Frankie
After showering off any proof of what had happened, I counted the money three times and kept coming up with a thousand dollars. Since I was under the impression that I’d be drawing a check, I drove right to Ms. Cybil’s house. For one I needed to know if I’d just been tipped a grand for being an inconsiderate asshole, and giving Frankie nothing in return. Then I had a serious bone to pick with her about her little secret.
Her maid greeted me at the door and led me into her office. Her hands were folded as I approached the desk. I dropped the envelope in front of her. “You need to explain to me what’s going on, right now!”
She didn’t wipe the grin off of her face as she picked up the envelope and counted the money. “Do you give your son money to sleep with me?”
“My son never could keep a secret.”
“What about my session? Were you going to tell me that I had sex with your son that day, and not who else was in the room with Nessa?”
“My son entered that room breaking protocol. I trusted he wouldn’t do what he ended up doing. I’ve already apologized for that.”
“He fucked me and you let him.”
“I wasn’t in the room. He made us all leave.”
“With what, a gun?” I wanted answers and I wasn’t going to leave until I had them.
“My son doesn’t agree with how I made my money. He has the power to take me down. He’s the only man that scares me.”
“Why me?”
She leaned forward and pushed the money my way. “I can assure you that this money comes from his pocket. He hasn’t taken a dime from me since he was in college. He’s very successful and quite boring. Why he chose you is beyond me. I suppose he saw you and felt sorry for you in some way. He’s always trying to help people.”
I sat down in the chair in front of her. “Am I even your employee, or am I his?”
“You work for me. If you want more clients I can give them to you. My son is not the boss here, I am.”
“He doesn’t agree with that.” Silently I felt relieved, even though I was yelling. When I left the hotel I hadn’t felt like an escort. Sure, the situation was severely messed up, but Frankie wanted to keep me safe. That much was obvious.
“I’m very sorry I let this happen, Lily.”
I stood up, just wanting to get out of there. “Me too.”
I got halfway out the door before she called me back. “Wait. Take your money. Obviously you earned it, and you need it.”
I took it from her and laughed. “That’s the thing. I didn’t earn it. He paid me to do nothing. I don’t get it. What kind of man pays this kind of money for a woman he doesn’t know?”
“Do you plan on seeing him again? Do you need me to make other arrangements?”
“I’ll let you know.”
I left the house and drove straight to Eli’s office. I was supposed to be there an hour before, not that I had set times, but he’d been calling me for thirty minutes, and I didn’t have the heart to respond, after what I’d done.
Before I got inside my phone started ringing again. I picked it up when I saw the name. “I’m outside.”
“You don’t sound harmed.”
“I was just running late. Thank you for caring.”
“You always call.”
“I had an appointment and it ran over.” I hated myself for letting Eli care about me. I needed to stop it before it got harder for both of us. Now more than ever we couldn’t have any kind of relationship. “I’m coming inside.”
While walking across the parking lot I spotted the woman from my very first visit. She was in tears as she passed me and I didn’t feel like prying, so I kept going.
Eli met me at his office door and closed it behind us. He pinned me against it and leaned in to kiss me. As guilty as I felt I couldn’t push him away. Thankfully it was only a peck on the lips. “You probably think I’m some kind of stalker.”
“I appreciate that you care about me, Eli. Sometimes I feel like you’re the only one that does.”
He brushed the hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear. “For two months I’ve watched you walk in and out of this office and every time I want you. I know you said we couldn’t be more, but I’m not going to pretend anymore that I’m alright just being your friend. I’m not asking you to go against your vows to your marriage, but when you’re ready to move on I hope we can be more than just friends.”
I looked away, unable to face how much guilt I felt. “That’s just it, Eli. I’ve done things that I don’t know if I can live with. They have nothing to do with my marriage, and as much as I wish I didn’t have to do them again, I know it’s the only way I’m going to get out of my predicament.”
“What are you talking about? Lily, if you’re in trouble you can tell me.”
“No. As much as I trust you, I can’t. I refuse to tell anyone about it. It’s my burden to live with. Just know that if things were different I’d love to see what you and I could have been together. You’re such a kind man. I’ve never felt as safe as when I’m around you, and I appreciate that, but from here on out I need you to be my lawyer, not my friend. I need you to draw up the separation papers and whatever else you do to scare the shit out of cheating spouses.”
He reached for my arm and I pulled away. Tears were already running down my cheeks. “Lily, I’m still going to be your friend. We have to see each other here.”
“That’s just it. We don’t have to anymore.” I pulled out the thousand dollars cash and placed it in his hands. “This should cover whatever I owe you, and to draw up the papers. I’ll pay you the rest when the job is done.”
He looked down at the money and back up at me completely confused. “How did you get this money? Why would you give it to me? Don’t you need it?”
“I need my attorney to be paid.”
Eli stared at me until I would finally look up at him. I could see the hurt in his eyes and it made me cry more. I closed my eyes and felt him grabbing my hand, shoving the money back in it. “Your money is no good here, Lily. For two months you’ve become more than a friend to me. I refuse to let you give me money when I know you need it. I’ll draw up any papers you want. I’ll take everything that man owns and make sure you get it. I’ll do anything to make you smile.”
“Stop it.”
“What?” He tried to grab me again.
“Stop being nice to me. I don’t deserve it, and I certainly don’t deserve you.” I shook my head and pushed past him. “I have to go.”
He followed me out into the parking lot and stopped when we both reached my van. He spun me around before I could get in. “You’re just going to walk away? My friendship means that little to you?”
I shoo
k my head and cried harder. If he only knew how much it meant to me. “That’s not it.”
“Then tell me, Lily. Tell me why you don’t want to see me anymore. Tell me why we can’t be friends. I won’t ask for anything more. You know that.”
“I can’t talk about it.” I covered my face with my hands, feeling embarrassed that we were in a busy parking lot.
He lifted my chin and removed my hands, then started kissing away my tears. Finally he pulled me into his arms and let me cry. We stood there for a while just holding each other. My tears stopped, and I felt calm enough to be able to talk without losing it. Eli spoke first. “Take that money and put it toward a new place.”
“If you knew the truth about me, you wouldn’t want to help me.”
“That’s my decision to make, not yours.”
“Eli, you’re successful and too kind for your own good. You don’t need someone who is so damaged. You need a young woman that can give you children of your own, who only knows what loving you feels like. I can never be that kind of woman again, not after everything. I can’t trust. It’s impossible.”
“You’re not going to tell me what you did, are you?”
He was going to push until I caved and the thought of telling him that I was whoring myself out wasn’t something I ever wanted to admit. “No.”
I could tell he was pissed. His jaw tightened and his forehead creased. “If you change your mind, I’ll be around.”
“If I promise to still come and file, will you let me go home?”
“Yes.”
“Then I promise.”
He took a step back and reached to open the van door for me. I climbed in and watched him closing the distance between us. His hand touched my leg, and before I could protest, his lips were on mine. I loved the way he kissed me, almost like Frankie did. Charlie was always so fast, but these two new kissers were slow and passionate. When he pulled away I still had my eyes closed. “Look at me, Lily.”
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