by C. G Miller
Sin and Pleasure,
Eve
CEO The X-Perience
“When you let go, that’s when the fun really begins.”
I’m appalled at myself for paying the money to become a member knowing this is the first and last time I use this service. Not thinking it through, I just paid a year’s worth of savings before researching what it would cost to break the membership. It’s a mighty hefty fee that I will never have. So, it looks like I pay the yearly membership until I become rich or dead. That’s what you get for jumping the gun.
But, with what I am about to experience next weekend, it’s well worth the blood fiercely pumping in my heart making my nerves go haywire with anticipation.
After packing my bags, there was one more thing I needed to do. If I was going to Vegas, I needed a ride. The one thing that had to be done, I put off last minute. With no real friends or family, I had to get creative. Tilly popped in my head. She was always so nice and accommodating to me, which made me want to push the thought out of my head. I didn’t want her to think I was using her but, I also didn’t want to explain why I had to use her car.
The morning had a bite while I walked into the empty bar. Tilly was in her zone dancing to music, cleaning the bar counter getting ready for a weekend rush of locals.
“Hey there.” She popped a smile reaching for the remote and pointing it towards the jukebox turning down the music.
“Hey Tilly. How’s business?” I sat at a barstool cupping my hands together. The most awkward feeling washed me contemplating asking her for her car.
“I can’t complain. Can I get you anything?”
“No thanks. I actually have a big favor to ask.” I watched her closely, but her body language never appeared turned off by my statement.
“Shoot.” She laughed playfully coming around the bar to sit next to me. “Everything okay?” Tilly’s facial expressions became worrisome.
“No, no, everything is fine. It’s just that I took some vacation this weekend to go to Vegas to catch up with some old school friends. I feel horrible that I never thought of how I would get there. I was just hoping maybe you could give me a ride, or I could borrow your car?” I gave her a half smile shrugging my shoulder.
“Vegas huh? Sounds fun!” She looked around the bar thinking deeply. “ You know I love my car. She’s my pride and has been with me since I was sixteen. So, I am a little confused if I should let you or not.”
“Oh, I understand Tilly. No worries, I could take the bus. I don’t want to inconvenience you in any way.”
Tilly straightened out her back flashing a wide smile, “ I loved Vegas when I lived there, but trouble happens there. What exactly are your plans in Vegas?”
“Nothing much. I got a hotel room and my friends were going to come pick me up since I’m unfamiliar with the area.”
“You can take it. Just don’t hurt her. Like I said before, she is my pride and joy. I’m so excited to finally see you do something other than work.”
“Thank you. Thank you.” I repeated frantically.
“Just be safe and let me know you’re good. Like when you get there, when you leave, you know, check in.” Tilly shrugged her shoulders then gave my shoulder a warming squeeze.
“That’s the least I could do. I’ll also get your car detailed and serviced.”
Tilly felt like a friend, which made me feel good. But, she also felt like what a mother would act like if I had had one growing up. I liked that too. She gave me a hug which was foreign to me, making me want more. I realized I had been missing out because hugs were nice. Giving me a wink, Tilly tossed her keys to me from over the bar, “Well, what are you waiting for? Get out of here. Go have fun!” Her giggles filled the bar.
I literally counted down the days and hours to my vacation to Vegas. It didn’t really hit me that this was happening until I was on the open highway driving down 95 towards Vegas. Tilly was awesome letting me borrow her car. I set the car on cruise control and blasted Hotel California.
The song was fitting with the open terrain and beautiful hues of color that painted the sky when the sun began to set. I felt invincible as I embarked on my new journey. Passing through small towns that held so much history gave me a sense of wonder to the people that lived in them.
When the Vegas lights came into view, I took some calming breaths ready for anything. I was in awe as I passed the tall buildings that blanketed the city with sin. The never-ending people intrigued me to their secrets of what would draw them here. Every street, every corner, every building, and person had a stake in this city that made them all the more interesting.
When I arrived at the hotel, never have I ever been more prone to run. I felt out of my element watching the beauty that engulfed the hotel. With stars in my eyes, I made my way to the check in where I was greeted gracefully and set up in a suite chosen by my companion, Cree.
As I enter the D Suite, my duffel bag slips from my fingers as the luxury of the room overtakes me. Off to my left is a bar with three red leather bar stools, in the living area is a table and a long grey sectional couch complimented with some black and red pillows. In front of the couch mounted to the wall held three flat screen TVs. When I turn to my left, I am met with a fluffy king size bed, when I turn again I am met with an oversized beautiful master bath featuring two sinks, a toilet, and a large stand up shower big enough for four people.
I open the curtains and am met with the colorful lights of Fremont street. It’s beautifully busy. After a long drive, I treat myself to the shower. The heat flows over my body, instantly relaxed as the steam fogs everything.
My mind takes over and I begin to second guess that I’m not enough for this. A small-town girl, with small town hopes jolted into a life I am unfamiliar with has me on my toes ready to run. Engulfed with thoughts of unworthiness, I turn my mind to what my companion will be like.
Will I like him? Will he like me? What if he is a total joke and my experience is horrible? Oh man, I am really getting into my head here. I need to knock it off. That’s what I do. I forget about it, because I am here, this is happening, and I refuse to run away no matter how much my mind wanders.
I call Tilly and express gratitude again for letting me use her car and also let her know I made it with no problems. She was pleased that I left for the weekend. Tilly had tried to pry out of me what I was doing but, I wasn’t giving anything up. Explaining to her I was seeing some old school friends, I felt bad for lying but I didn’t have the energy to gossip about what I was actually doing.
After speaking with Tilly, sitting in my room didn’t ease me. So, instead I headed out to find some food. With a city that never sleeps, I found finding food a bit discerning as most places were closed. A nice lady at the casino directed me to the 24-hour restaurant located within the hotel.
The waitress spotted me quickly and seated me.
“What can I get you to drink?” She said with a smile on her face setting the menu in front of me.
“I’ll take a soda.” I thanked her and she scurried off quickly.
I looked over the menu, when the waitress set my drink down, she asked, “Are you ready or still need a few more minutes?”
“I’ll get the Chili Cheese Fries please.” Once again I thanked her, and she hurried away.
Sipping on my soda I watched as the cars passed, the people moving with tenacity having somewhere to go.
I enjoyed my meal as the city beamed reminding me there was so much more to the world than a quiet rural area.
In my ragged pajamas, I sat on the king size bed reading over the contract and scenario. I was to meet my companion Cree at Bar in the hotel at six am sharp. We would then go over any questions, expectations, or fears to better get to know each other. Afterwards, he would mold himself into what I needed from him. Cree would make me feel as if there was no one else in the world but me. I would be treated like a queen to fine dining, dancing, and so much more until the time was ready for me to finally live out my fant
asy. My stomach was in knots causing me to toss and turn all night anxious to what was to come.
My insides fluttered with butterflies. My nerves were on end as I sat patiently at the bar waiting to finally meet the man that would make my fantasy come true.
“Are you Kyle?” A sweet woman’s voice came from behind me. My smile turned into a frown, “Are you Cree?’
“No, no.” She laughed, “I am his assistant and he has asked that I get you ready.”
“Ready?” I stared blankly.
“Yes. All Cree’s X-Periences’ go through the makeover process so that the fantasy can be lived out past the greatest expectations. He gives the best to make you feel special.” Her hair was long blonde with strawberry hues to it, a petite statuesque as she put her hand out, “I am Jessica and it would be my pleasure to accompany you on this journey for today.”
The agreement on the contract was anything goes without resistance to have the best X-Perience. I wasn’t about to protest as I shook her hand and let the day take me. Which landed me at a beauty salon called Bomb, and afterwards I would be escorted by Jessica to many shopping boutiques at no cost to me. I found it all so intimidating, slowly transforming into someone I wasn’t.
Chapter 7 Cree
Watching from afar, she sat with no grace at the bar. She wore a long grey thermal, light blue ripped jeans, a red flannel tied around her waist, and her combat boots dangled trying to catch the footrest below the bar. Her long silky black hair was all that was tamed accompanied by a pair of sunglasses on top of her head.
I was unsure what her aesthetic in clothing meant. She reminded me of a groupie that had just come from an underground concert. I could tell she didn’t ever treat herself to finer things. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know it wasn’t within her means. But, what did her sense in style say about her? Who was this girl underneath it all?
With the wondering still lingering in my mind, I did what any companion in my situation would do. I called in Jessica to make her over as she was dotted on while she waited with anticipation to meet me. This is what she wanted; I tell myself. At no light cost to me, I was willing to give her just that.
I would peel her old self away to reveal what really laid beneath. Her truth. She would break against me consumed with me while I lavished her and made her moan in an unruly way.
This girl would get so caught up in what I was willing to give her, she would never forget it.
I told myself this is for her, but selfishly this was for me. No way could I give her a true
X-Perience with the style she had now. Not knowing who she was at heart, it made me eager to see how she would look and unfold.
“She’s all yours Cree.” Jessica sang as she walked by me.
“Your payment is on the seat of your car.”
“Thank you.” Her back to me, she raised her hand up and waved bye.
Kyle was in full view as I stalked towards her. Her hair was slightly shorter with waves, wearing a short tight black dress, matching heels, her finger twirling her straw around, her other hand brought a cherry to her mouth. She suckled it before letting it break free from the stem.
Fuck.
She looked ravishing sitting with her legs crossed, the dress showing off her petite figure. My jaw fell engrossed at her, ready to take her upstairs now.
Taking a seat at the high table, her dark eyes watched me taking me in. With ease, I gave her a charming smile, “Hi.”
“Hi.” She choked out. Her small voice, like a song to my ear, was calming and sweet.
“How was your day?” I played it off like we had been together for a while. My intention was to make her feel more comfortable. But, she relaxed into the act which made me smile.
“Long.” She breathlessly replied.
“You look beautiful.” I wasn’t lying. Even I couldn’t deny that she cleaned up well. It rather suited her. Made me even more curious to who she was. But, I had to remind myself this was fake.
“Thank you.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Famished.” My vague sentences and her one-word responses made the evening all the more intriguing as we eyed each other with deep intenseness.
I ordered the steak rare, and when she ordered a salad, I frowned, pausing mid bite not pleased with her choice of meal. “That won’t be enough sustenance for what I have planned for you.”
Her cheeks grew rosy, her eyes locked with mine. I reached across the table and took her dainty hand in mine, “I need you to eat.”
Her cheeks rosiness began to fade when her melodic voice finally spoke, “Jessica and I got thick juicy burgers an hour ago, I am not sure I could handle any more food.”
“You said you were famished.”
Her eyes went to a darker, more seductive place when she replied, “I am.”
I could feel my own cheeks burning with her bluntness. Picturing her flat on her back with only her breathless moans of my name coming off her lips made my dick harden.
“Not yet Little One.” The nickname seemed only fitting to her petite structure. She was dainty and even with her hand in mine, I was careful not to squeeze too hard in fear she might break.
My eyes stayed glued to her while she ate her salad looking everywhere but at me, making me feel insignificant. Clearing my throat to get her attention on me, her eyes were shy when she finally looked at me.
“Tell me about yourself.” I inquire with full attention wanting to know everything about her.
“There is not much to tell. I mean I live in a small town where nothing ever happens, working at the only market within a three-hundred-mile radius.” She speaks with little pride shrugging her shoulders.
“You make it sound dark and bleak. There has to be something.” I inquire.
Her eyes sparkle, “The night sky where I live is certified the most beautiful for star gazing. The stars are bright and full as they light the town in the darkest of nights. With all the lights here, the stars get lost. While there are mountains in the distance and locals probably think Mt. Charleston is a weekend getaway, I am surrounded by close mountains where with a few steps outside, you are already hiking. Maybe that is why I haven’t left yet. While you can find so much more a few hours away, a small quaint town is hard to come by. Knowing everyone can be a blessing or a curse depending on what gossip is going around.” She smirks. “When one neighbor is in need, there is another not too far off that will drop everything to help. That’s not just a community but, a home.”
Her words speak with heartfelt love about her hometown. My heart has an unfamiliar hitch as I get lost in her words making me reminisce of the family community I left.
“So, you had me put through the beauty ringer today and now you just sit and gawk.” Her fiery attitude comes through causing me to react with a seductive grin.
“No Little One.” I growl. “I want to show you off. Show the world the beauty I see and have them all jealous that you call me yours.” Kyle grins with shyness looking to the other people that surrounded us. “When we are home, I have no problem lounging around. But, out here, you’re a trophy that deserves to be shown off. Only I get to see you all un-made.”
That to me was the beauty of a relationship even if it was only for a short while. Everyone on the outside only got a piece of a person. While being on the inside, for me it was the natural beauty I would selfishly procure to me and me alone.
She continued smiling while shades of red marked her cheeks.
“And I am not going to just gawk, I’m taking you to a show.”
Her eyes glistened, her posture straightened, “A show? Where?” She reminded me of a schoolgirl getting to go to a best friend’s birthday party. Her dark lust had slipped away as her childish giddiness came out.
It was contagious making me feel younger. I was going to enjoy this scenario as I put my dark monster to sleep so I could relish in this angelic moment with her.
“You will see.” I gave her a wink, then dropped a few hundred
dollars on the table. Rising, she began to mimic me but with an excited smile on her face, “Wait.” I commanded. Kyle rested back down, and I went to her with my hand out to hers to help her off the high chair. “Come.”
She linked her hand in mine and easily scooted off towards me. With a flimsy step on the heel she wore, she fell into me. My hard chest stopped her from falling as I embraced her little body pulling her close. Kyle’s chest began to rise and fall more rapidly at our close proximity. Slightly lifting her chin to see her face, “Are you ok?” With my soft words she just nodded as her eyes grew wide. I could see her already falling for what I presented her with. The eyes told it all, and by the time we were done, she would be heartbroken. With knowing, I couldn’t help but make her fall harder as I pressed my lips to hers.
She was breathless as our tongues entwined. Kyle tasted of honeysuckle. Never had I tasted a woman so sweet. I didn’t want to stop. She became more needy and willing. Even with a fiery attitude, I would take her to my liking, and I could tell by her reactions, it would be easy.
We walked hand in hand to my car where I, the nice gentlemen, opened the car door. She inspected the vehicle as I walked to the driver side. When I entered, she went stiff as if not wanting to get caught being so interested. You can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat their car.
Mine was clean, and still had that new fresh smell. But, I knew it was because we all played musical chairs with our vehicles.
After each companion, they would be switched out. And depending on what the scenario was, sometimes they went to the scrap yard and sometimes they got a heavy clean to make their way back to a companion. I had never had the same car twice. But, that was part of my contract. No matter what, I never wanted to be reminded of any scenarios I had played or had a vehicle that a body held because of my hand, come back to me.
Resting my hand on her bare knee, we sped down the freeway in silence. She peered out the window watching the masses of cars, people, and the bright lights that blanketed Sin City.
