by Mia Moore
Proposition
EROS INC. – Book One
By Mia Moore
Published by Mia Moore
Copyright 2013, Mia Moore
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Proposition
Chapter 2 - Training
Chapter 3 – Two in One
Chapter 4 – Nick’s Office
Chapter 5 – Eros Inc.
About the Author
Chapter 1-Proposition
Soft jazz music played in the dim lighting of the bar at the Metro Convention Centre. I straightened the side slit of my skirt and entered. As it was early in the evening, there were only a handful of people seated at the golden, oak bar. Two men wearing suits, sitting together at the bar, turned and looked me up and down. And… Bonus. They weren’t bad looking, probably late twenties, I’d guess. Knowing they were watching me, I gave an extra roll to my hips as I walked to a table near the bar. When I sat down it was hard to resist the urge to pull my skirt hem closer to my knees.
A waiter in a red shirt and bow tie appeared and I asked for a glass of white wine. That had better be the last drink I’d buy tonight. There was only had a twenty dollar bill in my purse and not much in my bank account. I crossed my legs and returned the look of the men at the bar. My eyes flitted between them and I ran the tip of my tongue over my lower lip. One guy was dark haired with the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen--I could tell even from here. He had a strong jaw and straight Roman nose. He turned to say something to his companion. The other guy was slightly shorter, with light brown hair, sun kissed blond at the top and near his tanned face. His smile gave way to laughter and his eyes kept glancing my way as he answered the dark haired man. He was cute and seemed full of fun which contrasted nicely to the darker man. They turned slightly in their seats, staring at me, smiling.
I sipped my wine and returned their look over the rim of my glass. The butterflies in my stomach were swooping and dive bombing. If anyone had told me a month ago that I’d be sitting in a bar hoping to pick up a man, hoping that he’d give me money for sex, I’d have told them they were doing cheap drugs. But back then, my job prospects had looked promising. I didn’t have to worry about paying my student loan, let alone the rent.
Even though I’d always had fantasies of being an older guy’s little sex slut—they were just fantasies. I was always the proper young lady. No one would ever guess the wicked thoughts that went through my head late at night in my bed. Now, desperation was forcing me to live them. Would the reality be anywhere near as hot? My cheeks were getting warm.
Oh God! They had risen and were now walking to my table. Act casual and sexy, Cerise. Just smile and look friendly. God knows, you’re showing enough leg and cleavage to get their attention. Don’t blow this.
“Hi. Mind if we join you?” It was tall, dark and blue eyes. His smile curled up at the corner and his eyes locked with mine. My heart was racing in my chest. He was gorgeous. His suit draped over broad shoulders, down to a flat stomach and slim hips. The man must live at the gym.
“I was hoping you would.” Ohmygod. Where did that come from? I sounded like I’d done this a million times. Guess those drama classes in high school were finally paying off.
The men took a seat—dark and handsome next to me, while blond and cute pulled out a chair opposite me.
“I’m Nick and this is my friend and business partner, Dev.” He raised his hand signaling to the waiter for another round. No rings, just an expensive looking watch.
“I’m Cerise. A pleasure to meet you. Are you attending the engineering conference here?” I tilted my head and ran my fingers through my hair, pulling back a stray lock which had fallen to my cheek.
“Yeah. It’s over for the day, thank God.” Nick leaned closer to me, his lips uplifted in a small smile, revealing perfect white teeth. “You can’t be an attendee Cerise. You look too young to be an engineer—not to mention too beautiful.” There was an end of the day shadow of beard in his swarthy complexion, accentuated by his twinkling, blue eyes.
I was tongue tied, stomach dropping to my knees. Nick looked like he could be a model for GQ magazine. All of the good looking guys I had ever dated paled in comparison to the man looking at me. I guess that was the difference—the others were just boys, while this was a man.
“You look like you could be in high school. How’d you even get in here?” Dev’s green eyes danced. His wide grin showed that he was teasing. He picked up the glass of whisky the waiter placed before him. “Cheers. Here’s to meeting pretty young things after a day of boring presentations.”
I returned Dev’s grin and noticed the gold stud earring and the top of a bluish tattoo that crept over the collar of his shirt.
“Thank you. But I’m actually a college grad, looking for a job.” I picked up my glass and finished the wine, ready for the next. The butterflies in my stomach had landed and now were fluttering their wings. I needed more liquid courage to go through with this.
“Oh, what was your major? Maybe we could help you find work. We own our own firm. We’re always on the lookout for talent.” Nick’s eyes bored into mine. Was there a hint or proposition in that question?
“Physiotherapy. I can tell you about your muscles and tendons but not a thing about building structure, so I’m not sure you’d want to give me a job. Unless of course, you’d like a demo. I could probably help you with any aches and pains, muscle tension.” I sipped my wine and looked from one to the other. Yeah, that had an effect. Dev shifted his body in the chair and leaned forward.
“I’m having some discomfort with a muscle right now. Think you could help me? I’ve been to chiropractors galore, gave them bundles of money. If you could fix me up, I’d sure appreciate it.” Dev’s hand drifted under the table and grazed against my knee causing me to jump a little.
“Would you like to dance, Cerise?” Nick stood and extended his hand to me.
Wasn’t he interested in what I had just offered? Dev sure was. Maybe this was part of the pick-up game. I’ll play along as see what happens. I smiled and took his hand feeling my own so small in his. He escorted me to the dance floor, placing his hand gently in the small of my back.
“Cerise, you’re pretty young. I’m getting the impression you’re kind of inexperienced in this sort of thing. His lips whispered against my ear lobe as he held me close on the dance floor. A tingle vibrated down my spine and I shivered. Was that desire or fear? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
“It’s that obvious?” I nuzzled into his neck inhaling the sharp, clean smell of his cologne.
“If I wanted a full body massage, I could get that on any street corner. You need money, right?” He pulled his head back and I melted in his cerulean blue eyes. My hand drifted lower on his back. I could feel the muscles even through his suit jacket.
“Yes. The bank is hounding me. I’ve always had a thing for older men and thought I could kill two birds with one stone.” I could feel the brush off coming on. What am I going to do now? My throat tightened. I placed my head on his chest to hide my disappointment. He was turning me down. A small part of me was relieved, but that was overwhelmed by worry. The worry was overwhelmed by disappointment, being passed over by a guy. Damn.
My brea
th hitched when his groin brushed against my stomach. He was hard. My eyes must have been wide when my head jerked up to look at him.
He smiled between a smirk and a full-fledged grin. “Hey, I’m only in my thirties—not an old man!” He drew me in closer, pushing his stiffness against my belly. “I wasn’t saying I didn’t want to be with you. You’re beautiful and young, who wouldn’t want you?”
I breathed a sigh of relief. And resignation. I’m a hooker now.
In the middle of the song he took me off the dance floor by the hand. He put his fingers on my shoulders and looked directly at me, his face close. “If I’m going to pay you to be with me, you need to be able to take direction. Do you know what I’m saying?” His knee pressed between mine as we stood there.
I opened them a little, and he pressed in. He rose his foot on his toe and pressed further. This felt so dirty, being off to the side like this. I was surprised—a small thrill went through me. His eyes bored into me. “Good girl,” he said and relaxed his knee. For a second I tilted my hips to it. He smiled mischievously.
“What do you mean by direction?” I asked.
“Good girls do what they’re told—because that pleases a man. Will you do what you’re told?”
I looked away to collect my thoughts. I wasn’t going to get fucked up the ass. No way—I’d never done it. And if he thinks I’m going to get my freak on with a German Shepherd forget it. I needed the money but not that bad. I turned back to look at him.
“I have limitations,” I said.
“Good. Shows some inner strength.” Again that mischievous grin. “Character, maybe.” He put his finger to his chin. “How about for our first time, if I ask you to do something you don’t like, you just say ‘red’?”
“Really?” I found that hard to believe. “You’ll just stop?”
His face got serious and he nodded. “Yes.” He took my hand and stood close again. “Look, Cerise, I’m a businessman. And every transaction always works out better if there’s respect. Even though you don’t know me, I’m a pretty decent guy.” He smiled again and rubbed against me again.
He must have known that I went all in at that moment.
My body sure did. Ohmygod, I was starting to get wet. He was going to give me direction. That thought caused a tingle in my pussy. I had never had a boyfriend ‘give direction’. I’ve been asked, pleaded with and begged, yes. But now to be told? Why did that arouse me so much? How much longer until we could leave?
I put my arms around him and pressed in. “Just tell me what you want.” I could barely hear my whispered reply.
“Good girl.”
Chapter 2 – Training
I sat at the table with Dev waiting for Cerise to return from the ladies room. When the waiter arrived to take our drink order, I threw a fifty on the table and declined. Dev of course ordered another.
“She’s gorgeous and built like a brick shit house. You lucky dog. I wish it was my turn to have her first.” Dev raised his fist and gave me a playful punch on the arm.
“Horn dog. It’s just an hour. I’ll have her all warmed up for you. Yeah, she’s a looker. The innocence turns me on.” I laughed. “A virgin hooker!”
“And if she really is a college grad, she’s got some smarts. Might be just the one we’re looking for.” Dev’s eyes leveled with mine. Maybe.
“Shush, here she comes.” I rose to my feet and intercepted her before she reached the table. Her hand was tiny and warm in mine as I led her from the bar to the elevator.
She glanced from my face to the floor numbers above the stainless doors signaling the ascent of the elevator. When she smiled at me, the corners of her mouth quivered a bit, betraying her nerves. I liked the nervousness. To take someone like this, a little scared, and turn her into a creaming slut…
I put my arm around her shoulders. If she’s the one, she’ll find desires she’s never thought about. She doesn’t have a clue how depraved she can be.
I watched her ass when we got off the elevator. The red dress clung to her round hips and hugged the spot just under the cheeks. God, my hands twitched at the thought of squeezing those sweet little orbs till she cried out. She wouldn’t know if it was pain or pleasure. I love it when that happens.
She turned and stopped, waiting for me to catch up. I slipped my arm around her waist pulling her close. There was no excess flesh under my hand, just a soft firmness. Her perfume was spice in my nostrils.
I slid the card through the slot and pushed the door open for her to enter. With short steps, hips swaying, she walked to the bed and turned to face me. She had such an odd smile. He eyes were wide, but her mouth was wanton, the tip of her pinkie finger resting between her red lips. Her head was lowered, eyes looking up at me in a Lady Di way. She knows the effect she’s having on me. Okay little girl, there’s a lot you don’t know--time to take you to school.
My lips were tight as I raised my hand and gestured with my finger for her to approach. Her eyebrows pulled together briefly and she smiled once more. She raised her own hand and with a tilt of her head returned my gesture.
Good. Now we can start.
I raised my hand and repeated the gesture. “Come here.”
With a flip of her head she stepped the four paces to me, taking her time, chin up, looking me straight in the eyes.
“You’re a sexy little thing, aren’t you?” My voice was soft, barely a whisper. My hand stroked her hair.
“I’m glad you think so.” Her face dropped slightly and she looked back up at me in a cute little girl way.
When I didn’t react, she stepped closer to me, her arms raised, about to place them on my shoulders.
I placed my hand on her breastbone stopping her.
“In the bar, I established parameters for our night together. Do you remember what they were?” My face was close to hers.
“Y…you wanted me to take direction. But you haven’t asked me to do anything.”
I pointed my finger at her. “I do not ‘ask’ when I ‘direct’. Is that clear?”
She nodded.
“And many of my directions may be non verbal. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Now her voice had that unsure little girl lilt. And it was no act. Very good.
I took my hand from her chest. “Return to where you were standing.” Her eyes had a hint of fear. Perfect. She walked back and turned around facing me.
I crooked my finger at her again. Just once.
Her fingers were knotted as she walked to me. Perfectly.
I smiled. “Much better.” She tentatively smiled back.
Time to calm her down a bit. “Cerise, I’m not going to hurt you, okay? But you are a woman who requires direction. Especially in my presence.” I watched her eyes. “How does that make you feel?”
Her eyes shifted. “A little…” she looked back up. “Slammed?”
I smiled. “Denigrated?”
“Yes.”
“Have I called you names?” She shook her head. “Have I struck you?” She shook her head. “What did I do?”
“You crooked your finger at me like I was some kind of servant.”
“No. I told you what I wanted you to do.” I let the silence hang as she digested that. She was expecting some kind of apology for my attitude right now. She stared at me waiting for it.
I sighed. “And you disappointed me.”
Her eyes flared for a moment. You gotta’ love backbone. Then she looked confused.
“I did?”
I nodded. “But—” I held up a finger and she stilled.
“Will you try to do better, or shall we end this now?” I took my billfold from my pocket and began to count out fifties.
“I’ll try to do better.” I looked up from my billfold and arched an eyebrow. Her fingers knotted in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” she barely whispered.
I finished counting out three hundred dollars and held it out to her. Her eyes widened as she took it and fell with disappointm
ent. “Thank you. So I have to go anyway?”
I burst out laughing. “No, silly! Oh God you’re new at this.” I stepped to her. “No, Cerise, in your business, you must always, always get your payment in advance, that’s all.”
Her eyes brightened a bit. She fumbled for her purse, opened it and tucked the cash in. Snapping the hasp she looked back up at me. “Thank you,” she said.
I grinned at her. “For what? For the money, or for being allowed to stay?”
She chewed her lower lip and looked at her feet. “For both.” I could barely hear her.
I cradled the side of her face. She nuzzled into it. Her eyes closed just for a second.
“Now bring me a glass of wine.”
She stepped to the bar fridge. I watched as she squatted down to open it and retrieve a bottle instead of bending over. I nodded to myself, approving. She glanced over.
“Red or white?”
“Try saying that a little nicer, Cerise.”
She cocked her head for a second. “Would you prefer red or white?”
I smiled at her. “Excellent.” She brightened. “White, please.” She struggled a bit unscrewing the cap. I saw the tip of her tongue peek out as she tried to force it. She stopped for a moment and examined the bottle. With a smile she ripped off the plastic tab, and opened it easily. She poured a glass and brought it over to me.
“Thank you Cerise.” I took a sip. “Would you care for some yourself?”
“No, I’m good.” She glanced up. “Umm.. no thank you, perhaps later.” I smiled again, and so did she.
“One more ground rule, and we can begin. When you address me tonight, you will call me Sir. Do you understand Cerise?”
“Yes Sir.” She stood now with hands clasped in front, head bowed.
I walked to the table next to the window and sat down in the chair next to it. “Now remove your clothes.”
There was a fleeting look of curiosity in her eyes when she glanced up for a second. Her hands went behind her back and lowered as she opened the zipper of her dress. She shrugged first one shoulder, then the other letting the top slide down her arms. Her breasts spilled over the cups of the lacy red bra, the top of a dark nipple just peeking out.
