In the Service of Women

by Shayne McClendon

  They’d gone for hours that evening, with Jess becoming wild with new ideas and positions for the other couple’s viewing pleasure. In the end, both couples had received intense pleasure watching the other, and Jess was introduced to what Monica had ached to show her for years.

  She’d hired a car to bring her to the office directly from the hotel.

  When her stories were finished, she placed her hand against my cheek. A sad look entered her eyes and I shook my head, “Don’t say anything to ruin your happiness, Monica. I know.”

  I placed my hand over hers. “I’ll still work here, as long as you’re okay with that, but I know our other relationship is over. No tears. I’m running to the post office and will be back in a while. Focus on this weekend. Jess is the woman you’ve loved forever and she can please you.” I stood to go and leaned to kiss her one last time. “It’s all I ever wanted for you.”

  I stopped at the door and glanced at her as she stood by the window. She seemed deep in thought. I got going before she saw the tears building in my eyes.

  One more word, just one, and I’d lose it. I was a little confused and suddenly very tired.

  Chapter Seventeen – The Super Model

  June 2000

  I had a little more downtime for two Fridays each month after my dates with Monica stopped. I’d gotten my initial sadness under control, thank goodness. I couldn’t explain what had come over me and I kept it to myself.

  Viv didn’t believe in booking her girls every night – it was about “quality not quantity”. She wasn’t about to use up and burn out her staff. She told me to enjoy my additional down-time because a new client would be joining my calendar.

  The day of my first appointment with Nadia, I was told to eat light. I was slightly offended because I didn’t eat a lot most days.

  When I was delivered to Ruth Chris Steakhouse in Ft. Lauderdale, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I had been dressed beautifully in a DKNY black wrap dress that hadn’t been introduced to the market yet and a pair of vintage black Manolo Blahniks Vivienne found for me on her last trip to Europe.

  Katie came around to let me out and I stepped from the car looking very chic, if I did say so myself. My hair had been tamed into a smooth twist at the base of my skull and I wondered, not for the first time, who the hell I was meeting.

  Katie smiled and held out a hand to help me negotiate the curb. I took a moment to check myself subtly and found my delicate silver jewelry and small clutch in order.

  “I’ll return for you at the hotel in the morning, Sarah. Call if you need me.” Another of her trademark winks and she was gone.

  I stepped toward the door and noticed a woman watching me. She held a cigar in her hand and was one of the most unrealistically stunning women I’d ever seen. Extremely tall, at least 5’10, with legs I’d only seen on a catwalk.

  She came towards me before I had the chance to move. I was shocked when I received two kisses, one on each cheek, and a heavily accented, “You must be Sarah. What a pleasure, darling.” I pegged it as Russian or Czechoslovakian and had a huge smile.

  “You must be Nadia?” I asked politely.

  She tucked her arm in mine and I was pulled gracefully inside. When we were seated she ordered two Vodkas on the rocks and asked what I drank. I ordered a Sea Breeze, light on the vodka. “I hope you’re hungry?” she asked.

  I already loved watching her mouth move and the sound of her voice. I told her I was starving but let her know I was a lightweight with alcohol and always had been.

  “I thought perhaps yes. The vodkas are for me, Sarah.” I laughed and was pleased she joined me.

  She removed a cigarette case from her tiny purse and lit one quickly. Ah, the days when smoking was allowed indoors. I lit a du Maurier and enjoyed the opportunity to simply look at her. Her hair was a shade between brown and blond and it was impossible to tell the length because it was arranged in a complicated knot at the back of her head. Her eyes were enormous, bright blue, and ringed by thick lashes.

  “You like to look at me, yes?” she inquired bluntly. Her eyes never left my own.

  I nodded slightly, “I do. Do you mind?”

  “Not at all. It is the only talent I have ever had, being beautiful. It is how I earn my living.”

  “I see. I guess you could say I earn my living with similar talents.” She laughed loudly and I grinned broadly. The men around us were blatantly staring. “I assume you’re a model?”

  “Da. Yes, I have modeled for most of my life. I am Russian. It is one of the few ways for women to live there. My journey has included much of your profession, all on the way to somewhere else. Do you travel to somewhere else?”

  The server set down our drinks and Nadia waved him away impatiently. He didn’t take offense, but actually seemed grateful she’d acknowledged him, even rudely.

  I thought I knew what she meant. Was I prostituting myself to get somewhere else in my life, as she’d done? A complicated question to which I provided the easy answer. “Do I see myself this way? No. Do I have a different path in mind? I do.” I leaned forward, allowing my cleavage to push against the bodice of the dress, subtle, but obvious. “Will you ask if I enjoy what I do, on my way to somewhere else?”

  Her eyes widened for a moment and her tiny breasts pebbled immediately beneath the silk sheath she wore. “I do not need to ask this question. You are hungry.”

  “In multiple ways.” I smiled at her and hoped she could read the lust in my eyes.

  “We order…we eat…we talk. May I order for you?” I nodded. We were in a steakhouse; anything on the menu would suit me. She glanced up to find our waiter, who stood nearby, eyes only for Nadia. “Come now,” she said sharply.

  He did, like a trained dog, and practically tripped over himself to appear at her side. His pad in hand, he hung on her every word.

  I became so fascinated by this display; I didn’t realize how much food she’d ordered. For me. My lord, I wondered, do I look like I eat that much? Salad, appetizer, rare steak, baked potato, bread, dessert.

  For herself? A salad with no dressing.

  When he backed away, not wanting to miss one opportunity to look at her, I laughed. “Please tell me you’re planning on sharing that food with me.”

  Nadia did not laugh. “No, I plan on watching you enjoy the things I cannot.” At my shock, she hurried on to say, “Please do not misunderstand. I ask you not to eat every bite, just enjoy what you can and allow me to live that experience through you.”

  I was stunned, no small feat. “You won’t eat anything but the salad? Honestly? Why?”

  Her smirk was one of world weariness and much older than her twenty or so years. “Because beauty truly is my only talent, darling. Without it I wonder loose in the world with nothing to support myself. I cannot gain a single ounce before my photo shoot on Sunday.” My sadness for her must have shown itself on my face. “Do not be sad for me, pet. I walk this path freely. To somewhere else, yes?”

  I nodded and when the salads came, I slathered mine with bleu cheese dressing, eating only the tomatoes, cucumbers, and a couple of the croutons. I’d have to pace myself. She nibbled on one piece of lettuce.

  When the appetizer came, I took my time peeling three shrimp perfectly before dipping them slowly in cocktail sauce. I made a game of it. Could I lick the sauce before it dripped to the plate…with the tip of my tongue…and make it look sexual? Hmmm. Her reaction seemed to say yes.

  Small pieces of the steak caused an orgasmic look on my face; bits of baked potato produced a low moan. I’d torn a piece of bread from the roll and used my finger to spread a bit of butter, making sure I didn’t miss a single spot, and then sucked away the rest.

  Before dessert came, she’d eaten perhaps half of her salad and actually seemed uncomfortable in her seat. She snapped her fingers at the young man who’d waited achingly for her to call. She told him to wrap dessert to go and bring the check. She paid it quickly, leaving an amazing tip, and pulled me from my chai
r.

  She turned me by my shoulders and pushed me gently toward the exit. At first, her hand was on my upper back, but it slowly traveled lower and lower until she was openly caressing my ass. By the time we reached the front door, she was massaging it and there were men actually following us from the dining area and bar. Her car appeared as if by magic and I was indeed impressed by the classic Rolls Royce in iridescent white.

  When we were seated, she leaned across and kissed me hard as her hand moved to my breast. “Oh yes, you are like a salve to me.” She glanced up to see the audience gathered just outside the restaurant door and gave a cheeky wave. She kissed me once more and roared from the parking lot.

  She spoke little on the drive to her hotel on Sunset Boulevard but kept up a steady groping. She gripped my thighs hard and at a light, leaned across again. Both hands worked to push up my dress and massage my thigh. “The muscle. Fit and strong. Why is this light taking so long?” She asked to no one in particular as she rubbed me fiercely.

  The hotel valet took her car and I was rushed into the nearest elevator. We were alone and Nadia took the opportunity to pull the top of my dress down and expose my tits. “Ah, real. You are real.” She began licking and sucking, sounding all the while as if she were starving and going to literally devour me right there.

  We stopped at one floor and an older gentleman got in the car. This did not influence Nadia to stop in the slightest. She leaned against the back of the elevator, positioning me in front of her, so I was concealed, and continued her feasting.

  The man could have had a heart attack right there and I was thankful when he got off on the next floor. As the doors slid closed, he peered down at his groin, probably getting the first real reaction he’d had in years. I hoped he had a wife or companion in his room. Imagine their surprise.

  The next floor was ours and Nadia wasted no time in pulling me, exposed, from the car and down the hall to her room. She keyed us in and the suite smelled like roses.

  I had a moment to realize there were dozens of white ones scattered about the room in crystal vases before her mouth was on mine. She was pulling at my clothing and I was so worked up I had her little dress on the floor long before mine was.

  Nadia wore nothing beneath hers. She was all long limbs and smooth skin. I had to satisfy my curiosity and pulled the pins from her hair. She did the same. My hair was very long and hers was about the same length but straight as a pin.

  She pulled me into the living room now and pushed me to the couch.

  Her frenzied state was uncommon for me but I found it only heightened my own desire. She fell to eating me, sucking me, licking me until I couldn’t think straight. I have no idea how long she explored every inch of my body but I knew I wanted to taste her.

  At one point, she looked up from her feast between my legs and said hoarsely, “The most magnificent meal and no calories.” I came hard instantly.

  I made her stand and pulled one leg over my shoulder. I licked her stomach, her thighs, her narrow hips, finally getting to what I really wanted. Nadia’s pussy was completely hairless so I could see every curve of her. I spread her lips with my fingers and devoured her. She was humping my face, needing more and I ached to provide it.

  I laid down on the couch and pulled her into a sitting position over my face. Her knees on either side of my head were smooth as silk. I ate her, slow then fast then slow again, as my hands explored her ass and legs. My tongue couldn’t get enough of her as Nadia writhed against me.

  At one point she held my head completely still and worked her clit so…fucking…slowly over my extended tongue that it almost made me come. Her hair flew as she thrashed her head in pleasure and caressed her tiny breasts.

  I could feel and see she was about to come. The long muscles in her legs were taut, her pelvis was tight, her stomach even flatter than before. As I inserted two fingers into the clenching depths of her tight pussy, her clit grew even harder and I knew she was holding her breath.

  When she exploded above me, her head rocked back and her hair moved across my naked torso behind her. She jerked several times and I kept licking her. When I felt the waves begin to subside, I moved my fingers inside her gently. Her rocking motion said she could take more.

  I always loved more.

  I cupped her ass and pulled her down my body to my pelvis, in the same motion, rising from the couch. She weighed nothing and it was a shock for her height.

  I carried her to the bedroom and climbed on top of her on the king size bed. Her legs were still around my waist. I ground my pussy against her, moving my hand down between us to finger her at the same time. She went insane, sucking my tits and gripping my ass. There were nail marks down my back the next day.

  When I felt her coming again, I crawled down her body to lick away every drop.

  Her breathing slowed as she caressed my head and played with my hair. We stayed that way for a long time. I must have fallen asleep for a moment; my head nestled against her pussy, inhaling the scent of her. When I opened my eyes, I looked up to see her sleeping as well.

  I climbed up beside her, pulling the covers over both of us. When I rolled on my side to face her, she spooned her back and ass against me and pulled my arm around to hold against her chest.

  “Thank you.” I heard her murmur.

  “For what?” I asked her.

  “For allowing me to be normal and happy for a little while.” She fell deeply asleep then and I listened to her breathing.

  I kept her against me all night and stroked her hair when she whispered in her sleep. The words were Russian so I didn’t understand them but I knew they weren’t happy dreams. My touch seemed to still her. I slept for a bit close to dawn and opened my eyes as the first shades of pink brightened the horizon.

  The plate glass window looking out on the ocean was the backdrop as I woke her from deep sleep with my mouth on her still swollen pussy. I crawled beneath the covers and laved her until she was completely awake and coming in my arms again.

  We showered together and I marveled at her physique. She loved my curves and hardness.

  I knew Katie would be waiting for me, but I had to have her one more time. This made her very happy. I took her against the wall. She was naked and I was fully dressed. I knelt in the living room of her suite, the backs of her thighs across my shoulders as she sat on me.

  I ate her thoroughly and she cried out in Russian as she came with my fingers deep inside her. It was unique and beautiful. Much like the woman herself.

  She walked me to the door, striding like a graceful deer, and reminded me of her offer to watch her photo shoot the following day. She reached into a bag near the door and handed me a pass. “I’d like to see you again. I don’t know if that’s alright but I think I need to see you again.”

  I smiled and kissed her deeply, promising I’d try. Nadia stood at the doorway, in naked glory, as the elevator doors slid shut.

  Katie wasn’t concerned about my being late. “Sounds like things went well.” I nodded at her in the rearview of the Town Car, saying nothing.

  When we arrived at Vivienne’s, she greeted me at the elevator. “I don’t know what you did, or how you did it, but you received a beautiful bonus and a request for six follow-ups based on Nadia’s work schedule.”

  She kissed my cheek and asked, “Do you have a passport?” When I said I didn’t, she said, “That may become necessary but for now all the trips are domestic. Excellent work, Sarah.”

  “Thanks, Viv. Where is everyone?” The penthouse seemed unusually empty for a Saturday morning.

  She smiled. “A couple of the girls didn’t have appointments last night. We had a mini party.” She turned to head into the kitchen and get me coffee, our little ritual. “So wish you could have been here.” She licked her lips delicately and I got the hint.

  I ended up attending Nadia’s shoot and could not believe she was able to work for twelve hours on the amount of food I knew she’d consumed. She still looked beautiful, she
still smiled. I was impressed at her drive.

  Afterwards I fucked her dirty in the back of her Rolls, on the house, and then ushered her back to her hotel. I didn’t leave until I made sure she was satiated, tucked in, and sleeping deeply.

  The woman was stunning naturally but I was absolutely floored at her appearance after a team of people did her hair, makeup, and wardrobe.

  On the other hand, I guessed the same could be said of me.

  Chapter Eighteen – Hanging Out

  July 2000

  Working for Vivienne took up a lot of my time, and had for a while. I still ran five miles every morning to keep myself in the habit as well as in naked time shape. I worked out four days a week, and followed a strict diet. Not to lose weight, but to ensure my come tasted right.

  Diet makes a difference. I ate a lot of pineapples and oranges. Since I liked them anyway, it worked out for me. Any meats I ate regularly had to be lean and there were always lots of green veggies on my plate. I’d always cared for my body as a runner so it wasn’t really life-changing.

  I enjoyed my time at home when I had it. I knew I was spreading myself thin but figured it would pay off in the end. School had been such a focus for so many years; I found I was a bit lost with it behind me for now. I settled in to recoup sanity in my private life and socked away almost 90% of what I earned.

  I was on the final touches of a glass-fronted cabinet I’d found on someone’s trash pile. I paid a landscaping guy twenty dollars to haul it home for me. My living room was a wreck, with linen drop cloth on everything and the big cabinet sitting in the center on tarp as I sanded and stained it. It was going to be fantastic when it was done.

  I had a few close friends who wondered where I spent all my time. I told them I was working a lot at the law office. Most of them knew about Monica taking on my case when I was a freshman and understood my dedication to her.

  If they only knew.

  At that point in my life I classified a friend as someone I’d probably fucked at some point but wasn’t fucking anymore. I liked to keep things casual. I didn’t form attachments easily for multiple reasons but did my best to leave every relationship amicably.