by CA Quigg
I look at the ropes tying me to hooks in the wall and he gets my gist.
“Well,” he says, “as close to the old-fashioned way as I know how to be.”
He pushes his cock into me and it slides in quite easily.
“Wow,” I tell him, as he grips my shoulders and pumps harder into me. “I thought it would hurt more.”
“You’re very well lubricated,” he says, which is true.
“You did a good job of getting me that way.”
“And I had fun doing it.”
He pushes in and out of me and I’m so sensitive I feel like I’m going to come again.
“Mmmm,” I moan, embarrassed that it’s about to happen yet again.
But Maxim doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Come for Daddy,” he says, whispering into my ear as he thrusts himself in me.
I do, squeezing my thighs around his cock, which makes him moan too.
“You’re my dirty little slut and I just popped your cherry,” he says, which makes me want to come all over again before I’ve even had time to recover. “I want you to beg me to keep fucking you.”
“Please keep fucking me, Daddy,” I cry out, as his long and hard cock pumps in and out of me. “You make my pussy feel so good.”
“Your wet, tight little pussy likes to come for me,” he says. “It’s only ever had my big fat cock inside it.”
“It only wants your big fat cock, Daddy,” I tell him, as he fills up my entire pussy. I can feel him all the way deep inside me. “Just fuck me forever, Daddy.”
“It’s all I want to do,” he says, twisting my nipples.
I remember how he said I could tell him to stop at any time, but I don’t want him too. It feels good when he makes it hurt some. My pussy is sore and aching for him, and now my nipples are too.
“I just want to fuck my little virgin slut forever,” he says, pounding me hard with his cock.
I can feel it throb and pulse inside me as he says, “Fuck, Celeste. You’re going to make Daddy come already.”
“Come for me, Daddy.”
I feel myself getting ready again too. We come together, as he continues to slam his cock into me, grunting and yelling, “I love your fucking pussy so much.”
“I love your cock so much, I love when you give it to me Daddy.”
“I love your virgin pussy.”
“I love your filthy mouth.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He stops fucking me, both of us at the height of our climax.
I look at the wall, completely embarrassed. He is doing the same, but looking at the opposite wall.
Well, great.
Another embarrassing sex experience.
How the hell did I get so caught up in the moment that I would yell that?
But he yelled it too.
Sure, we were saying a lot of crazy stuff that isn’t real—including the fact that I was calling him “Daddy.” We just got carried away.
It’s not like saying “I love you” is something we can easily undo though, even if it was in the heat of the moment.
To make matters worse, there’s a pounding knock at the door.
“Come on,” a male voice yells. “You’re over your time.”
“The room was reserved for me,” Maxim yells back.
I look at him and let reality sink in. This man regularly uses this room, and pays a lot of money to have sex with a lot of women in here.
I don’t really mean that much to him. He didn’t really mean that he loves me. He just meant he loved taking my virginity.
“Well, it was reserved for me too,” the guy yells back. “You have to share. It’s been a long time.”
“Fine,” Maxim says. “We’re done anyway.”
We get dressed and I want to say a million things to him. He looks as if he feels the same way. But I can tell his pride is stopping him from saying anything.
“You hungry?” he asks. “Or do you want to grab a drink?”
“No thanks,” I tell him, feeling stupid.
What are we going to talk about? The fact that we stupidly shouted out that we loved each other, before parting ways for good?
Once our clothes are back on, he grabs me holds me tight. It’s the longest hug of my life, and the most confusing.
It almost feels real. As if we could actually be more than… whatever this crazy thing was.
But that’s ridiculous.
I’m not even going to let myself go there.
I nod to the man and the girl waiting to take our place in the room, and then I head home, wondering if I’ll wake up from this dream- turned- nightmare with only regret, or with any shred of satisfaction leftover from how I was just feeling less than fifteen minutes ago, when I gave my body— and apparently my heart— to the man who had paid for it.
Chapter 10 – Celeste
On my way home, I call Rachel.
“I told you not to have your phone on you,” she hisses.
“I didn’t,” I tell her. “I’m already done.”
“What?” she says. “That was a fast dinner. Hold on.”
I hear her tell Billy “I’ll be right back, it’s Celeste.”
I know I should ask her whether she’s engaged. But I’m mad at her. I want to give her a piece of mind.
“It wasn’t just dinner,” I tell her. “In fact, it wasn’t dinner at all.”
“What?” She shrieks. “Really? You did it with a club guy?”
She sounds a little too happy about this fact. At first I thought I would be thanking her but after the awkward ending Maxim and I had, I only feel mad.
“Why did you tell Bianca I was a virgin?” I demand.
“What? Celeste, I would never—”
“She said you did,” I tell her.
“Are you sure?” she asks. “She said those exact words? Because Bianca’s very tricky. One time she—”
She trails off.
“She what?” I prod.
“Never mind,” she says. “l’ll tell you some other time. But let’s just say I should have warned you to stay on your toes around her because she can be quite manipulative. She’s kind of the old washed up one around there and in order to keep her place in the pecking order she’s always doing things to curry favor with Terri and the clients. Tipping them off or even… delivering… certain girls.”
“Hmmm.”
I try to think back about whether Bianca actually said Rachel had told her I was a virgin. Maybe I had just assumed that. Maybe she had suspected and lied to see if I would confirm it, which I stupidly did. But still I don’t want to give Rachel the benefit of the doubt. I’m in too bad of a mood.
“You should have warned me about a lot of things,” I tell her. A certain Maxim Drier being one of them, but I decide I don’t want to talk about him. At least not yet. “And why did you tell me to get a red bracelet when all the colors were different for Valentine’s Day?”
“Oh my god,” Rachel says, obviously feeling awful. “Were they really? I didn’t know. Sometimes they have special events where they switch them up, but… oh shit…”
She trails off again, as if realizing the issue.
“Were there four different colored bracelets?” she asks. “One of them meaning—”
“One of them meaning a whole lot more than dinner,” I tell her. “One of them costing a million dollars.”
“A million dollars? No way.”
“What? You don’t think someone would pay a million dollars for me?” I ask her.
“It’s just that… Celeste, really? A million dollars? That’s never been done in the history of The Exchange. The record before that was close… but never up to a million.”
I don’t know whether to feel honored or even guiltier that Maxim paid so much and everything turned out the way that it did. But it doesn’t matter, because Rachel is talking again.
“Who paid that?” she demands.
“Maxim Drier,” I
tell her.
Damn it. I hadn’t wanted to tell her. It’s none of her business. She doesn’t need to know. Nor does she deserve to. But she’s my best friend, and I feel I have to tell someone or I’ll explode.
“Wow,” she says. “Nice job.”
“Very funny.”
“Seriously, Celeste. He’s picky. He doesn’t go for just anyone. And he has very particular…”
“Tastes?” I ask her. “Needs?”
“Oh.” She falls silent. “Yeah. That just wouldn’t work at all. So you found out what it meant and just left without having dinner or anything? Am I fired?”
“No, Rachel, don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you, no matter how mad I was at you.”
I can’t help but try to lessen her fear even though I’m still angry. Why did she have to go and get me into this mess? Why did I have to agree to it?
“So what did you do then?” she asks.
My silence tells her everything.
“You did it?” she asks. “You let him pop your cherry?”
She squeals, but I feel a bit heartbroken, remembering how it felt to be in that room, in Maxim’s arms. And now to be left with nothing.
“Wow,” she says. “I’m impressed. I mean, I knew you had it in you, I just never knew if you’d finally let it out.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. I can never stay mad at her for long.
“So how was it?” she asks.
“It was great,” I tell her. “I mean, it was incredible. But then it was really, really weird.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard he likes to use whips and chains and stuff. Did he get too rough?”
I pause, not knowing what to say.
“No,” I finally decide. She doesn’t need to know the whole truth. This is one secret I can keep to myself. She certainly has plenty of them. “He didn’t. But enough about me. Are you the soon- to- be- Mrs. Billy Andrews yet?”
She pauses, which doesn’t sound good.
“No,” she says, and I can tell she’s trying not to cry.
“Well that’s okay,” I tell her. “The night’s still young.”
“I don’t think it’s coming,” she says. “I think I just got my hopes up too much and read too much into everything. I don’t know if he wants to marry me. And why would he? You said it yourself. I’m not even honest with him. I’m damaged goods.”
“You are not,” I tell her. “Don’t talk like that.”
“You know that thing that I started to tell you that Bianca did to me once?” she says.
“Yes,” I say, feeling bad for her without even knowing what it is.
“It was pretty much the same thing that happened to you. You lied to me about what color bracelet meant which level, when I was new and dumb. Except my night didn’t go as well as yours. Things happened that night that I really regret. And that I’m not sure Billy would want to marry me if he knew about. That’s why it was so important to me to not let him know I work there. But I need to figure it out now. I need to quit soon if there’s any chance for Billy and me to work out.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her. I feel so bad for my poor friend. “If it makes you feel better, my night wasn’t great either.”
“It wasn’t?” she asks. “It sounds like it was pretty amazing.”
“It was,” I admit, “until something even more embarrassing happened than the Tom thing that happened on Prom night.”
“What happened?” she asks.
“Well, we were coming,” I tell her. “Like, coming, coming. Together.”
“Well that’s good,” she says, sounding confused.
“I know. It was really great. I guess it was too great. Because out of nowhere he just said he loved me. And I said it back.”
“He said what?”
“I know,” I tell her, mortified. “I think maybe it’s some weird thing he did in the middle of sex, and that I was dumb for saying it back. Because he seemed really uncomfortable afterwards, even though in the middle of it all, things were obviously going pretty well.”
“I really don’t think that’s something he normally says,” Rachel declares. “I would have hurt about it, because that would be weird. Plus, he’s not the type to say he loves anyone. He makes it really clear that he doesn’t fall in love. That’s the whole reason he comes to the club.”
I think about this.
“Maybe he was overwhelmed with feelings and just said it,” she ventures. “Maybe you just brought it out of him. I guess if anyone could overturn a heart of stone, it would be you. You sure are something, Celeste.”
“Awww thanks,” I tell her. I want it to be true, but I can’t believe it. “So are you. I’m sure Billy will propose soon. Just let things take their natural course.”
“Ha ha,” she laughs. “You’re one to talk. Being told ‘I love you’ on the very first date. Not even a date, really.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s not very natural,” I agree.
“Or maybe it is, and that’s why he said it.”
“Maybe.”
I can’t even hope too hard for it to be true.
It’s probably for the best if he doesn’t mean it. I don’t even know his phone number. And I couldn’t be caught running around with someone who pays for sex. I’m a political ethics reporter. It would ruin my career. It was just one night and that’s all it was supposed to be. We both just got too caught up in the moment.
Didn’t we?
We didn’t really mean it.
Did we?
“Thanks for covering for me, Celeste,” Rachel says. “I really appreciate it. I better get back to Billy. We’ll both figure out all the rest of this later.”
“Of course,” I tell her, although I don’t know how I’ll ever figure my part out.
Why couldn’t we have just left it as one hot, passionate night? I’ll get my money and be done with it, moving on from that experience with the knowledge that the first time I had sex was amazing, but short-lived, as it should have been. Why did he say he loved me?
And even more importantly, why did I say it back?
Deep down I know it’s because it’s true. Not that I can really love someone right away, of course. But he’s the first person who has had me feeling the beginnings of what I think is love. And it’s so fucking scary that we both had to walk away.
I wonder if we’ll ever see each other again.
And I wonder what will happen to my heart if we don’t.
Chapter 11 – Maxim
ONE WEEK LATER
It’s been one hell of a week. First, my father and I got into a huge fucking fight. He told me he’s disappointed in me— as usual— and that if I don’t stop frequenting The Exchange, he’s cutting me off as a partner to our business venture and from the family trust fund.
Well happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Dad, I wanted to tell him.
Except it doesn’t even matter. It turns out I won’t even be frequenting The Exchange anymore and it has nothing to do with my father.
It has everything to do with the second shitty thing that’s happened this week, or rather, that hasn’t happened. I haven’t been able to get Celeste Sheffield out of my head.
I was such a fucking idiot to tell her I loved her while fucking her. What the hell is wrong with me?
At first, I tried to tell myself I was just caught up in the heat of the moment and meant to say I loved fucking her, not her.
Of course I don’t love her. I can’t. We just fucking met. And she was my “escort,” to put it nicely. I’m not supposed to fall in love with the hired help.
And yet, there’s something about her that just made me feel different than any other girl I’d been with. She seems into me too. And not just for my money. Everything ended so awkwardly that I didn’t even get to tip her. I still need to do that. I was just hoping I could shake my stupid infatuation for her first, so that things could become business-like between us.
But that hasn’t happened.
Today, I’
m at the golf course with my dad, Steven and a client of ours when I get a phone call.
“Hello Mr. Drier, I’m sorry to disturb you when you’re not at the club but I thought there was something you would like to know.”
Bianca’s familiar— and annoying— voice sings into the phone. She must have something good, to be disturbing me on my private number like this.
“What is it, Bianca?” I ask, not sure that I want to know.
If she tells me that Celeste is working there full-time now I am just going to fucking die. I don’t think I could handle that news. That’s how I know I really do have feelings for her. Usually these encounters are just business transactions for me.
I wouldn’t expect to be the only person that Celeste ever sleeps with just because I was her first. In fact, the old Maxim would tell himself that I showed her such a good time she’s going to rush out to try to re-create it again and again, only to fail because there’s no such thing as a comparison to being with me.
But somehow Celeste has changed the old Maxim, by repeating three little words. Suddenly the thought of her being with anyone else drives me insane.
“I assume you had a nice time with the lovely Celeste last week on Valentine’s Day,” she says and I neither confirm nor deny. Knowing Bianca, she’s probably fishing for information. “And I thought you might want to know that she’s coming in today.”
“Is she?” I ask.
Suddenly I feel I’ve made a huge mistake. I never should have let her go. I’m mad at her for working at The Exchange but I also feel partly responsible.
“I’ve gotta go,” I tell Dad.
“What?” he asks. “We’re only on the tenth hole.”
“It’s important,” I tell him.
“You’d better not be going where I think you’re going.”
I’m sick of this. I’m a grown man and can do what I want. If it means losing my fortune to see Celeste one more time, so be it. I at least need to tip her. And perhaps explain my feelings, even though I don’t completely understand them myself.
“I’m not going to be going there any more after today,” I tell him. “But today I need to go.”
As I hurry off, I have a feeling he’ll grant me tacit if not explicit permission for one more visit to The Exchange despite his misgivings. And one more visit is all I need.
