Nothing prepared me for the feel of her beneath me with those hard nipples atop swollen breasts, the flat planes of her abdomen, athletic thighs that would make a gymnast proud, and a blond triangle of curls leading to sleek folds. I put my thigh against her crotch and her cunt left a wet trail on my skin. That did it. I had to go down there and have a look, a taste.
“Oh, please,” she begged, using her hands to guide me to her need.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“I wanted you for so long,” I said. “But not like this.”
“Hush, I want you too.”
“You want me or you want to get back at Butchie?” I sat up and knocked my head on the light switch. She sat up on her elbows and then rubbed my head where it had hit. I took her fingers from my hair and then kissed them.
“You, I love you. Until tonight, I never realized how much.”
“Lay down and let me show you how much I love you too.”
“I think we have an audience.”
“Who cares?” I went down on her, and sucked and fucked her until she screamed. Rubbing my clit along her thigh, I came hard before I collapsed into her embrace. Our bodies glowed in the moonlight. Breathing deeply, I inhaled in the scent of sex and musk. I loved the fit of our bodies on the back seat of the old car, as if we’d been together like this forever. The feel of the smooth skin just above her breast on my face was a comfort as I laid my head in the crook of her neck. Les kissed my hair and I never wanted the moment to end.
We finally got up to go and cracked up when we found that someone put a hundred dollar bill under the windshield wiper.
“Let’s go home.”
“Your place or mine?”
“How about ours?”
Escort
Can a hardened street pimp be softened by a young woman in her employ?
“How old are you? And I want the truth.”
She towered over me, a burly woman with short dark hair, a crooked nose, strong chin, and the most intense dark eyes I had ever seen. She’d found me huddled in a shelter made of cardboard and torn plastic, in an empty lot behind some decaying buildings and took me home with her. Her apartment was small, the table cluttered with empty beer cans, Chinese take-out containers, and a pizza box with a dried-out slice still in there.
“I’m seventeen.”
“What’s your name?”
“Dani.” My voice cracked and I touched my neck as if that would help. “Danielle really, but nobody ever calls me that anymore.”
“Your throat sore?”
I nodded, practically falling asleep in the soup she’d heated for me. She carried me to a room down a long hallway and used her shoulder to turn on the light. She held me against her breasts and I could feel her heart beating through her man-tailored shirt. She tucked me in with my clothes on. I woke up hours later drenched in sweat but still thinking I’d died and gone to heaven.
That was how Max Martins came into my life.
I tried not to think about what her kindness was going to cost me. I was used to paying a price for any crumb but had somehow managed to avoid putting out for my daily bread. “Come here,” she commanded the next morning, and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Shyly, I padded over to her. My toes poked out from the holes in my socks.
“Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Do it!”
There was no point arguing. I removed my filthy, ripped-up jeans and tattered sweater and stood there feeling more exposed than I’d ever felt in my life.
Desire flickered in her deep brown eyes when I took off my underwear and T-shirt. Good thing I had rinsed them out in a Starbucks restroom the day before. I shivered. Nobody had ever looked at me quite that way and I liked it. But before I could get used to it, the hint of longing vanished.
She thrust two towels and a washcloth into my arms and led me to the bathroom.
“Do a good job, but make it snappy! We have work to do.”
The hot water cascading from my head to my toes was almost as good as food, it felt so good. When I was through, I wrapped a short towel around my chest—it barely covered my ass—and walked into the living room.
Max was guzzling a can of beer in front of a flat-screen TV. Her muscular body took up the whole love seat and I thought how nice it would be if I could cuddle up next to her strength. Being sick and living outdoors had not just chilled me to the bone, but it froze my soul.
Everybody has a story—mine wasn’t special. My stepfather used his fists when he was provoked, and any little thing provoked him. My mother couldn’t rescue herself, let alone me. I’d been on the streets, avoiding pimps and cops and asking kind-looking strangers to buy me burgers, for eight weeks when Max found me. Even now I’m not sure why I went with her that night. The survival instinct, I suppose. Max looked tough. She looked like someone who would always protect what was hers.
I stole a look at her and wondered how she got to be so strong. Her broad shoulders, muscular arms, and powerful thighs were hard to miss in her sleeveless button-down shirt and cut-off jeans. Even her knuckles looked like a fighter’s.
She pulled me toward her. My legs went wobbly as I sank into the threadbare love seat. I could have used a beer.
“Stay put.” She got up off the couch and came back a few minutes later with a medical bag.
“Are you a doctor?” I asked when she took out a stethoscope.
“Physician’s assistant,” she snapped. “Lay down and spread ‘em.”
Here it comes. Payback time for her taking me in, I thought.
I tried to stop trembling and spread my legs.
“Knees up.”
“Hey, I don’t need a doctor.” I started to get off the couch but her arms were like a seatbelt after a short stop.
“You have to be healthy if you want to work for me. If not, take your stinking clothes and get the hell out!”
I let her check me over. What did she mean, work for her? Whatever it was, it had to be better than going back on the street. Just when I thought she would order me to get up and get dressed, she took out a tape measure and told me to lose the towel.
She circled the tape around my body as if she was measuring a mannequin in the window of Macy’s. It had been a long time since anyone touched me in a nice way, never mind a loving way. I wanted her to like me. I needed her to like me.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Shut up and stand still!” She roughly straightened my shoulders. I immediately stopped squirming.
“Thirty-four, twenty-one, thirty-two. Jesus, you’re perfect. Skinny, but perfect. We’ve got to put some meat on these bones.” Her voice was husky and low. “You’ll need something to wear. I’ll get you stuff tomorrow.”
She handed me one of her XXL T-shirts. It fit like a dress and the clean scent reminded me of the Tide my mother used to do the laundry.
That was my start in the escort business.
Max said I was her best student. She fussed over me, dressed me up, and took me to the best hairdressers in town. I was only 5’4” tall, so Max had me in 3-inch stiletto boots most of the time. I wore short leather skirts, tight knit tops, and wide leather belts. Or chains or fancy cocktail dresses if the occasion called for it. I was the center of Max’s attention and I loved it.
On my eighteenth birthday, I awoke to a beautiful spring day. Max had fast become the most important person in my life, yet she never laid a hand on me. She sent me out on dates but said no sex until I was legal. For some reason, the clients agreed. In the technical sense I was still a virgin. My stepfather had been working on that, but I got out before he made it past groping my ass.
I was really glad that Max didn’t make me go out with men. Some of the women I escorted were incredibly hot and made me wet, but only Max really made my heart rate soar. The thing was that I wanted to do it, and I wanted to do it with her. My fantasies had me horny all the time. I’d think of Max and get
myself off, but it wasn’t enough.
I left the robe Max picked out for me hanging in my closet and walked into the kitchen where she was fixing our breakfast.
“Morning, Max,” I said, taking the coffee she made for me, light and sweet, just the way I liked it.
“I bought you stuff to sleep in. Why aren’t you wearing it?”
“I’m in my birthday suit. Don’t you like it?”
“I’m not made of stone, you know. No coffee until you put something on.”
She took the mug right out of my hand, and inadvertently brushed my breast, puckering my nipples on contact. She flushed and turned her attention back to the omelets, home fries, and sausage. I slyly ran my long nails under her T-shirt where a bra strap would be if she were wearing one. I wanted to touch her breasts but she grabbed my hands before they could make their way around her body.
“Cut it out.” She laughed, despite herself. “Behave, and I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh, I love surprises.”
I headed for the bathroom to take a shower, then I dressed quickly in a short navy skirt and a low, scoop-necked sweater. My hair was longer now and I had lightened the blond to a warm golden shade. I thought we were going out on the town but Max had other ideas.
In the kitchen, my breakfast awaited. I sat down and she handed me a fresh cup of coffee and a small box.
“Happy Birthday.”
I tore the wrapping away and gasped at the heart-shaped emerald necklace.
All choked up, I threw my arms around her in a hug.
Max helped me put the necklace on, and when her hands lingered on my shoulders, there was no mistaking the way she touched me. I could feel her desire.
“Max, I want you to love me. Please,” I begged. “How am I going to be a good escort if all you let me do is hold onto their arm and look pretty?”
“You’re too young for me, Dani. Besides, I don’t make a habit of getting high on my own supply. Discussion’s over.”
Before I could respond, the doorbell rang, and she murmured, “Your surprise is here.” I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. Then she let in a woman who was right out of a magazine. China blue eyes, long dark hair, killer body.
“Dani, meet Jude. Jude, Dani.”
“Hi,” I whispered, suddenly shy.
“I hear it’s your big day,” Jude said. “No longer jail bait.”
Max moved in between us. “Jude is an old friend of mine. She’s here to teach you a few things.”
While I thought it was time I lost my virginity, I still couldn’t believe it was going to happen this way. If I didn’t care about Max so much, I would have said no. But she wanted this to happen, I could tell by the way her eyes moved between Jude and me. “Let’s go into your room, Dani, shall we?” Jude took my hand.
I followed her, shaking like a leaf but strangely transfixed by the shape of Jude’s mouth and the way her thick pouty lips formed words.
Sweetly, Max hugged me for the briefest moment. “Relax, Dani, I’m not going anywhere.” She brought in a chair from the kitchen and sat down near the window.
Jude pulled me into her arms. I could smell her spicy cologne. She ran her fingers through my hair and kissed me. The kiss was tender at first and then more fierce as I welcomed her tongue to enter and explore.
“You are so sweet,” she said between nibbles. She tasted her way along my neck down to my waiting cleavage, fondling my breasts, my nipples harder and more swollen than ever, while I fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.
When I removed her satiny shirt and released her bra, perfect breasts spilled out. I didn’t protest when she unzipped my skirt, helped me step out of it, and pushed me over to the bed. I glanced at Max. She was transfixed. It was obvious that she was turned on. She winked at me and smiled.
“Allow me,” Jude said and slid her fingers under my thong.
When she brushed my erect clit, I felt Max. When she used her mouth to suck and lick and do things to me to make me come so hard, I felt Max. While I came, I watched Max as long as I could. She shifted in her seat, her hand in her sweats. I watched her shudder, and that made me come again.
When Max finally walked over to us, her eyes were smoldering. “Next time, not so quick, Dani. Try and hold out; it will prolong the pleasure for both of you.”
“Okay,” I said, still breathless.
“Now it’s Jude’s turn. Go slow. Make her beg, make her scream.”
“How?” I could figure it out, but I wanted to know what Max would do.
“Here, like this.” Max kissed Jude and guided her onto the bed. When Jude was naked, I watched Max part her silky wet folds and steal a taste. Jude writhed and moaned. It drove me wild.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Like that.” Max went back to her seat. “Your turn.”
It wasn’t hard for me to do to Jude all the things I longed to do with Max.
When I could, I peeked at Max. I loved how she watched me so intently, her legs spread wide and her lips slack. There was no doubt I had more than Max’s attention. With Jude’s wet pussy in my mouth, I used my tongue, lips, and even my teeth on her big clit to take her to the moon. Jude screamed and nearly pulled my hair out. But the best part of all was when Max grunted hoarsely and came again. When we all got ourselves together, Max said, “You’re ready.”
Max managed to get top dollar for my services, and over the five years that followed I made us a fortune. She offered me my own place but when I adamantly refused, she let me stay, as long as I stopped parading around naked and stayed out of her room.
I had been with countless women by then, but when I closed my eyes it was always Max I saw. She was my forbidden fruit and I was prepared to do anything to get her. But she never gave in to temptation, and I tempted her plenty. I threw myself at her, did a strip tease, killed her with kindness, and even ignored her, but Max didn’t soften. The only time she touched my nakedness was during my physicals. I especially enjoyed lying on the sofa while she leaned over me to examine my breasts. She’d scold me for not lying still and tell me to stop giggling when it tickled.
“Stop it, Dani, keep your hands to yourself.”
“Like this?” I put my hands on my pussy, spread myself open, and rhythmically rubbed my clit with my fingers. I was wet from her touching me during the exam, and I knew it would kill her to watch me masturbate. It didn’t take much to make my clit stand up. It felt so good, I whimpered.
“Dani, put your damn clothes on!”
I stuck out my tongue and she glared at me. “You know you want me, Maxine,” I teased, feeling particularly brave and definitely feisty. I pulled her down and straddled her lap, practically assaulting her with my breasts. She held me off.
“How many times did I tell you never to call me that?”
I was no match for her. She stood up, lifted me with one arm, and threw me over her shoulder. She dumped me on my bed, but when I wrapped my arms around her neck, she didn’t pull away. She could have crushed me with her weight but instead she gingerly brushed my lips with her. They were soft, full, and inviting. I parted my lips to give her tongue free rein but she bolted from the bed.
“Where are you going? Max? Please, Max?”
“I need a shower. A cold shower.”
She was gone before I could even put up a fuss. If Max didn’t want me, I knew there were a dozen women who did. My clit was still humming and I needed a quick fix. Something to remind me that I was desirable, even if it was only for a fast fuck. I threw on my clothes but I never made it to the door.
“Where are you going, Dani?” Max demanded. She was still dressed, and her eyes were hard.
“None of your damn business!” I spat back.
“You are my business.”
“I’m not your property,” I didn’t know where my fury was coming from, but I had had enough. “I’m going out. If you don’t want me—”
She grabbed my arm. “The rule is you only see who I tell you to
see, got it?”
“Fuck the rule. I’ll see anyone I damn well please.”
“And no falling in love, ever!”
“I’ll fall in love with anyone I want!” Then I whispered, “And I love you, Maxine Martins. Can’t you see that?”
She groaned and scooped me up like I might disappear if she let go. With my arms around her neck, I kissed her with like crazy. This time she carried me to her platform bed, kicked off the bedspread with her foot, and laid me tenderly between the sheets.
I toed off my heels and Max took off the rest of my clothes. Her eyes grew dark and her mouth seemed to tense. I thought if I ever were to drown, please God, let me drown in her desire. My nipples hardened as my dashing knight roughly cupped my breasts in her hands. She bit down on the painful points and I cried out. She squeezed and bit and licked until I was squirming in her arms.
“Oh, God.” I grabbed her head and pulled her mouth to mine. I sucked on her tongue and her lips and then pushed her down. “More.”
Max kissed the length of my body, leaving a wet trail of goose bumps in her wake. My pussy throbbed and I was afraid I would burst.
“Max, oh Max, touch me, please.”
She was not a woman of many words, but her erratic breathing and the hungry look in her eyes said it all. She skimmed her fingers over my pussy. I was wet and ready. She spread my outer lips and delicately plucked the inner lips open, as if arranging the petals of a flower.
“Ah, you saved yourself.” She barely breathed the words.
“For you,” I murmured. “I never let anyone inside, until now.”
“Oh, baby.” She kissed my clit and sucked it into her mouth.
“Please, please. I want to come for you,” I whimpered. “I need you inside.”
“Soon.” She teased my clit up and down with her tongue.
“Oh, fuck me inside.” I could not keep still, I wanted to come so bad.
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