by Larkin Rose
A whore. It was true. She was a paid whore, who, until recently, had always held her head high for every decision she’d made throughout her life.
The words reached out from the bill, mocking her, driving home the cold, hard facts of her life. A sidewalk tramp. That’s what those red words screamed. The very thing she’d fought against all along. She could have easily been just that, a street hooker, owned by a pimp whose only mercy was her food and the clothing on her back. She would have had a warm bed, a roof over her head, but at what price? Her pride? Her sanity? Her soul? Her life?
She shuddered as the answer swept through her mind. She’d witnessed it—hookers dragged down a back alley by their pimps, kicked and beaten to an immobile state for allowing a john to pass them by. Worse, some had been starved until they begged for death, or they were drugged, daily, hourly, unconscious while their pimps ushered the johns in one at a time.
As quickly as the hurt had swarmed through her veins, anger and rage took hold. Jodi shoved off the bed to kick out the harsh thoughts, wrestling away the image of a hooker stumbling down the street, recently punched by her owner, eyes swollen and purple, lip split and bleeding, desperately, dangerously approaching cars to find a john to please her master. All for a twenty-pound blow job.
I am not a fucking hooker. I am not a fucking whore. I called my own fucking shots. Jodi forked her fingers through her hair as she reeled her emotions back in, taking in deep, calming breaths. She hadn’t lived that life. Hadn’t been owned by anybody, ridiculed by either pimp or client, or killed. Her johns had been phone voices. Her johns had become successful clients who paid handsomely for her. Her devoted “dates” were still coming back for more, and they paid her price. Her price. Not a pimp’s.
She took a few steps, slowly calming, until she felt relieved, and thankfully, a few pieces of pride back intact.
“Amelia,” Jodi whispered. “Son of a bitch!”
She grabbed her jeans and hopped to her cell phone while jamming her legs in. Her own selfish needs were going to come crashing around her best friend’s ears, all for the sake of a fuck, all for the burning need to have Eve release those lonely cries in person.
She speed-dialed Amelia while she searched for her sports bra and shirt, long lost in her desperation to obey Eve’s command.
“I have one more hour to sleep, dammit.” Amelia’s raspy voice filled the line.
“We’ve got a problem!”
The silence that greeted her was far worse than the tongue-lashing she surely deserved.
“You don’t have a fucking problem, Jodi. I do! You just couldn’t listen to me, could you?”
“Amelia, I’m sorry. I’ll find her and fix this. I swear.”
“There’s nothing to fix, Jodi. Get off the phone.”
Jodi spun around and found Eve standing in the doorway, Jodi’s missing button-up shirt hanging like a short gown around her tiny frame, cleavage peeking out against the unbuttoned fold, tan legs begging for Jodi’s mouth, and a mug of coffee in each hand.
Jodi forgot her sudden panic as a smile broke across Eve’s face.
“Tell Amelia not to worry, that we’ll see her in a bit.”
Jodi remembered to breathe, to blink.
“I heard. Get off the fucking phone, idiot!” Amelia disconnected the line.
Jodi dropped the phone on the nightstand, still staring, terrified to move and afraid Eve would vanish.
“I see you found my little note?” Eve gave a sultry wink and held out a mug like a peace offering. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
Jodi wasn’t sure how to respond when all she wanted to do was knock the steaming liquid from her grasp and spread her out like a Thanksgiving feast. She still wasn’t sure if she should be relieved or start begging for Amelia’s career. The cat was out of the bag and Eve was still here, prankster or not. Jodi would never admit to her exactly how deep that stab had traveled.
She took the mug and managed a grin.
Eve crawled onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard then pulled her knees to her chest. “So you’re a personal escort?”
Jodi wanted to look away, but somewhere in this mix, she had to regain her lifted chin, her confidence, and her pride. Eve didn’t walk in her shoes. She never had. Jodi didn’t have a reason to hang her head, not a damn reason to be ashamed.
“Yes, I am.” Jodi snapped back a little more of that missing pride.
“How does that work, exactly?” Eve looked around the room. “Do you work from a brothel or something? A madam who takes care of all the paperwork?”
“I’m not a whore, Eve. I’m an escort. No brothel. No madam.”
“What’s the difference? You still fuck for your paycheck, right?”
Jodi chuckled. She had to. Eve’s curious expression said she was genuine about the questions and truly wanted the answers. “Yes, as you say, I guess I fuck for a fee.”
“How much? Just out of curiosity.”
“Does it matter?”
Eve shrugged. “I guess not. But by the looks of your lifestyle, either you charge a pretty penny, or someone really, really likes your company.”
“Three thousand.”
Eve widened her eyes as she lifted the mug to her lips. “For the night?”
“An hour.”
Eve sputtered and pushed off the headboard. She coughed, then cleared her throat. “Holy—Are you serious?” She shook her head and settled back against the bars. “I’m in the wrong line of work.”
“Why are you here, Eve?”
Hurt flashed across Eve’s eyes and Jodi had the impulse to crawl across her flesh. “Do you want me to leave?”
“No, that’s not what I meant. Why did you come here last night? If you knew?”
Eve smiled, her teeth bright over the rim of the navy blue porcelain mug. “Isn’t that obvious?”
Jodi matched her grin and nodded, though she didn’t much like the answer. Then again, she wasn’t sure what answer she’d been expecting.
“We all have our dirty little secrets, Jodi.” Eve took a sip. “Including me.”
Jodi lay on her side and propped her head in her hand. “Tell me.”
Eve put her mug on the nightstand and wiggled down the bed until she was facing Jodi. “I have a sex phone operator on speed dial.”
Jodi perked up. She was that person. Lexi was the privileged one to have a spot on Eve Harris’s electronic device, her instant link. At the same time, her gut churned. Another secret she was keeping from Eve, another sheltered lie. As much as she wanted to, there were only so many truths she could part with today. If she told Eve, Eve would flee. Of this, she was sure.
“Really now?” Jodi tapped her nose. “The bossy beauty has phone sex? With a stranger?”
Eve rolled onto her back. “I do. And she’s addicting. Perfect, in fact.”
“Perfect how?” Jodi took shallow breaths, afraid the sound would shut out Eve’s answer. That answer was the key to everything. Eve’s heart, her soul, all of the unanswered questions, possibly the reason Jodi came undone every time Eve cried her name, were in those answers.
“I…don’t know.” Eve’s expression darkened as she concentrated on the ceiling. “She knows me, inside and out. Yet she knows nothing about me at all. Is that weird?” She turned to look at Jodi. “Hell yes, that’s weird.”
She turned her focus back on the ceiling while Jodi waited for her to continue, desperate for her confession. “Her voice does something to me. Something no one else has ever done. I can’t stop thinking about her, wondering what she’s doing, who she’s doing. That sexy British accent…jeez, it’s so fucking orgasmic.”
“As in London?”
Eve nodded. “So you see, I’m not much different from your cli—dates.”
“Does she know you’re here? Have you ever met?” Jodi probed further, reaching for the answers Eve couldn’t express.
“Hell no.” Eve scoffed as if that were the most ridiculous thing. “Why would I want to do that? My life
’s perfect. Career, money, family, and sex on speed dial. I have the elusive fantasy tucked in my cell phone. No bullshit relationships. Reality destroys everything.”
Jodi was so shocked at the confession that she rolled onto her back and scooted against Eve. It had never occurred to her that Eve, or anyone for that matter, thought about her, what she was doing, where she was going, if she was fucking another. It also saddened her to know that Eve found their link perfect, that the link would never evolve past that point. The fantasy was all that Eve wanted, nothing beyond that.
What the fuck was she thinking? Her clients were just that, clients. She didn’t want relationships with them either. Well, until Eve. Eve had struck deep and fast, drawing out emotions Jodi never knew existed.
“Don’t you ever want a real relationship?” Jodi was beginning to wonder if she was the only hopeless romantic on earth. Here she was, a paid escort who wouldn’t allow a woman to touch her who was picking up the check, or paying for sex. Yet she held strong to the hope of love, believing that it would find her, that it would shake her ground and hook her for life.
“Aren’t you cute?” Eve rolled onto her side. “You’re one of those? Waiting for Ms. Right? The picket fence, the furry dog, cars in the garage, and three point two kids?”
Jodi didn’t want to answer. But she had to. “Yes. I guess I’m one of them.” She pulled Eve on top of her. “I want a pretty little thing like you to come home to me every night.” She kissed her lips. “To make love to me before bedtime, do it again before we go to work, and even on my lunch break.” She kissed her cheek. “To hold my hand while we stroll through the park.” She kissed her neck. “To walk with me in the rain.”
Eve stiffened and Jodi knew she’d gone too far.
“What the hell is it with women and the damn rain lately?” Eve grabbed Jodi’s hand and folded it around her breast. “Before you fuck me again, I have one more question.”
Jodi ducked and licked a stiff nipple. “Ask away.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Eve arched back and offered her other breast.
“Amelia. I couldn’t risk her career.” Jodi pulled the hardened flesh into her mouth and gave a gentle chew. “She’s worked her ass off to get here. I couldn’t forgive myself if I fucked that up for her.”
Eve released that raw moan and Jodi fastened her mouth around her nipple and sucked, pumping her hips up against Eve.
“One more question.”
Jodi moved back to the first breast and sucked the tip into her mouth.
“Why me, Jodi?”
With a loud pop of disconnection from her suctioned hold, Jodi glanced up at her. She couldn’t answer. Like Eve, she didn’t know the answer. God, how she wished she did.
Slowly, she rolled Eve onto her back and wedged herself between her thighs. “Because I knew your whimpers would be too erotic to miss.”
If Eve only knew how many times she’d heard those erotic cries. How many times they’d almost broken her down.
*
Eve rushed into her hotel room and searched for Khandi, giving a sigh of relief when she found all rooms vacant. With the coast clear, Eve undressed and fell on the bed with her cell phone. Surely Lexi would answer this time of the morning. She had the first day Eve arrived in London. Please let her today. She needed to hear her familiar voice.
“Good morning, my beautiful Eve,” Lexi answered, her sexy accent instantly awakening Eve’s lust.
“Where the hell have you been, sexy?” Eve stretched out, not caring that she only had an hour to shower, dress, and get her ass to the studio. Today, she just couldn’t care. Though Khandi would flip into panic mode in one hour and one minute. Roger would hover on the edge of a coronary in one hour and three minutes.
“Had a bit of a family emergency. All is well now. I see you’re calling early again. Are your people raking those feisty nerves again?”
Eve smiled and hugged the phone to her ear. God, how she’d missed Lexi, missed the way she knew how to coax Eve to calmness and to an intense orgasm, almost always in the same phone call.
“No. But give them time. I leave for work soon.” Eve fanned her hands down her stomach and curled her palm against her crotch, surprised how wet she was. She’d just come by Jodi’s hands half the night, and again half the wee hours of the morning, yet Lexi’s voice stirred her need like no one else.
Well, except Jodi. Lexi she could tuck away and use on demand. Jodi, she was too real.
“What are you wearing, Eve?”
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”
“I like that. Are you alone?”
“Completely.”
“Splendid. Put me on speakerphone. You’ll need your hands free.”
Eve pushed the speaker button and laid the phone between her breasts. “Done.”
“First, I want you to let everything loose. Arms out to the side, legs straight out. Relax.”
Eve did as told, never questioning Lexi’s tactics. Her ways didn’t matter; the ending result was always the same. Eve coming, hard.
“Close your eyes, Eve. See me. The image I’ve described to you.”
She tried. God, how she tried. Only problem was, Jodi was all she could see now. Jodi also had green eyes, the same as Lexi had told her she possessed. Jodi also had a sexy, grooved tummy, the very one Lexi had described in great detail. Jodi had that un-groomed hair that Eve had fisted in her grasp all week.
“That person, the one you see so clear in your mind, is going to make you come…through your fingers.”
“Yes. Make me come, Lexi.”
“My mouth is your fingers. Your fingers are mine. Touch yourself, Eve.”
Eve moved her hand between her legs and curved her fingers over her pussy. “Yes. Shit, yes. I’m wet. You make me so wet, J—Lexi.”
“I’m moving down your body, sucking, licking, tasting every inch of you. Dropping between those parted thighs.”
Eve inhaled sharply as Jodi’s face materialized, those eyes steady on Eve with her descent between her thighs before latching on to her, sucking, and driving those fingers deep.
She opened her eyes and concentrated on the face she once envisioned. Darker green eyes. Shorter hair. Lexi.
“I can taste you, Eve. You are sweet on my tongue. I’m going to drink every drop of you.”
Once again, she closed her eyes, holding tight to the Lexi she always imagined, and spread her lips apart, touching herself, flicking and circling.
Lexi’s mouth worked against her inner thighs, teasing, never touching her clit, her hot breath light puffs against her flesh. Eve gave in to the images, relaxing, back in familiar, safe, territory with Lexi’s voice. Her fingers curled inside and then Jodi was hovering over her, her face void of emotion, driving her pussy down hard on Eve’s leg. She was grinding, her fingers surging against a place that no other woman had touched before. Eve had never come so hard in her life, the orgasm running rampant through every part of her body in reckless waves.
She huffed and opened her eyes.
Once again, she drove the image of Jodi away, desperate for Lexi’s face to root itself instead.
“What’s wrong, my sweet thing?”
“Nothing. Keep talking.” Eve let her eyes flutter shut and flicked faster. “Seduce me, Lexi.”
“Can you feel me, Eve? Latched on? Sucking? Drinking you?”
Eve grabbed a tight hold to Lexi’s virtual reality. She lifted her hips from the bed and drove two fingers inside herself, frantically circling against her clit, afraid Jodi would appear again.
In the second it took her to inhale, Jodi was there, back again, staring at her naked reflection through the glass, pumping her fingers deep then dragging them over her clit. She lifted her hood while Eve looked back at her. Then she drove herself inside.
“Shit!” Eve bolted upright. “Lexi. I’m so sorry. I have to go.”
She hung up, chunked the phone on the floor, and then shoved off the bed. “What the fuck?”
*
Eve stood behind the curtain as each model made her way down the catwalk. Flashes erupted from beyond the sheer material from inside the theater as photographers took their customary shots.
She felt overwhelmed and enlivened, both with the success of another event, even without Zara’s presence. The bitch hadn’t shown up, just as Eve predicted. Smart thinking had any loss of sales taken care of. The auction was under way for the star design, even as the models turned and posed for the audience. Bids had already reached well over two hundred thousand. Eve smiled. Before the night ended, her hair-pulling design could very well be worth a million dollars. It had been a risky decision, one she hadn’t hesitated to make, and now that decision was paying off. To hell with Zara and her fat bank account. She didn’t fucking need her. No more putting up with Zara’s abnormal obsession with herself or that egotistical bravado. She was completely done with the likes of her.
Right now, all she had to concern herself with was every model making it down the runway without tripping over platform shoes or top-siding a heavy headpiece, and then she could celebrate the end of hell week, in Jodi’s bed.
Tonight would be the last time she saw Jodi, the last time she would have the pleasure of coming by her hands. She wouldn’t seek her out next year, or any year, for that matter. It ended tonight. Of course, she’d never forget her, or the person she was, or the personal things they’d shared with each other. She wasn’t ashamed of their time together. At all. They’d opened up to each other. Neither would use those secrets against the other.
Of course, no one close to Eve would care or be shocked, but she could well imagine the press would have a field day with such juicy tidbits about a phone sex operator. They could possibly go so far as to drag her mystery woman out of hiding. God forbid.
She hadn’t stopped thinking about Lexi from the second she chunked her cell phone aside, unable to have an orgasm, unable to kick the sight of Jodi from her mind. That had never happened before. Even their first phone call had ended with Eve climaxing, that voice seducing her, pushing her into the erotic moment. So why now? Work overload? The fact that all week she’d come more times than should be humanly possible?
