"Yes?"
Her fingers slow down then speed up, her attention on my clit just right. Breathing heavily, my eyes roll shut.
"Do you want to come?"
Swallowing hard, I lie. "No."
"If I keep playing with your wet pussy, are you going to come?"
I squeeze my eyes shut. "No." That would mean I’m okay with all of this, and I’m not sure I want to be.
She rubs me harder and faster until I feel the orgasm climbing, but I try desperately to force it down.
"Are you sure? Your thighs are quivering and your lips are swollen. If I finger you, will you orgasm?"
I wish she'd stop talking to me like that, purposely taunting me with her sexy voice. My body feels like a blazing inferno ready to combust. No man who pays for sex is going to do this, or even talk to me in a filthy manner just to see me orgasm. In my experience, all men think about are themselves in the heat of the moment, on that cusp of completion, so I don't understand why she’s doing this. I draw in a deep breath.
Two fingers circle my clit faster in response. I gasp as she simultaneously hits the right spot and presses her lips against my shoulder blade. My nipples harden, and she reaches up to tweak one until it burns.
She steps in front of me then. Our eyes lock and I watch as she leans in to wrap her red lips around one of my nipples. Through my shock, I can see why red lips are necessary now, because the sight before me—the way her mouth is moving on my breast—is enough to make me orgasm.
She gently tugs on my nipple with her teeth. My lips part and my back bows, arching from the brazen desire running through my veins. She runs her tongue over the sensitive nub and a little whimper escapes my lips. I want her to give the same treatment to my other breast now.
"If I told you to lie on the chaise lounge and spread your legs, would you?"
I have no idea why she's doing this to me, and at this point, I honestly don't care. All I can focus on is the pleasure streaming through my blood.
"Yes." My response is a breathless whisper.
"Good. Now do it."
I'm momentarily shocked and I blink a few times before my legs carry me to the chair. I lie back and position myself like she said. Legs spread wide, my arousal drips down to my ass. My breathing is low, heavy, as I watch her walk over and drop to her knees. Her hands run up my slender legs and I widen my knees instinctively even more. She knows how to touch a person and make them crave things they’ve never had. My teeth dig into my bottom lip and I'm in absolute shock as she leans down, flattens her tongue, and drags it up my wet pussy.
When she asked if I’d ever kissed a woman, I didn't realize she’d meant like this.
"Oh," rolls off my lips.
My hips press into her face as her tongue sweeps across my clit. A moan rumbles in the back of my throat and a rush of wetness seeps out of me, spurring her on by the hard stroke of her tongue. Chills rake my body and the pleasure is all too much for me to handle. I run my fingers through her soft hair and her hands push into my thighs as she licks my pussy better than any man ever has.
Christine lifts her eyes to mine and I realize with a start that I like watching her lap at my swollen pussy. She inserts two fingers in my sex and focuses her tongue on my aching clit to utter perfection. She’s a fucking pro—obviously—and should teach classes on this, because my orgasm is still hovering at the surface and it didn’t take much time to get there.
I clench around her digits and a ragged sigh drips from my lips. My thighs are trembling, but she doesn't let up. Her fingers fuck me just right as her tongue works wonders. Fisting her hair, I push her face into me as ecstasy steamrolls through every vein in my body and I release into her mouth.
Madam Christine pulls back and our eyes meet. Her mouth is coated in my pleasure. Leave it to a woman to make me come harder than I ever have with a man.
I stare at her in wonderment, her eyes on mine and her lips shiny with the remnants of my orgasm. On a startling impulse, I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. Climbing over her body, I force her onto her back. She goes willingly, her hands immediately roaming over my back and through my hair. Our legs sandwich each other’s. Our tongues swirl together and I taste myself on her, which only turns me on more.
Her dress slips to her hips and I tug it out of the way. I plunge my hand between our bodies and a new sensation ignites in me at finding her bare. I've never had sex with a woman before, but I find myself wanting to so desperately now.
My needy fingers play with her wet pussy, and I marvel at feeling the contours of skin so similar to my own, yet so different. A little nervous, I tentatively slip two fingers inside her and she clenches around me. Her teeth dig into my bottom lip and her hand grips my ass. Then she's riding my fingers and it's by far one of the most erotic things I've ever done in my life.
Her tongue twirls around mine and she grinds her clit into my hand. We both moan into each other’s mouths, and I want my clit on hers. I pull my hand away and grab her hips to position her just right, my carnal instincts kicking in.
Oh. My. God.
Never in my life have I felt anything like this. My skin breaks out in a heated shiver as our clits rub together. It's all too much and I fucking love it.
"Make me come with your pussy," she says, her voice sexy as lace.
I nod and do as she asks.
Our supple bodies are pressed together, moving in harmony. We clench and grind on one another. The sounds erupting from her tell me she's loving what I'm doing, which only encourages me more. I slam my hips into hers and heat prickles my skin. Our thighs are slick from our building desire and our swollen lips rub back and forth, back and forth, until we both come together in blissful ecstasy.
"I must say, I wasn't expecting that." She pants against my mouth. A small smile tips her lips as our orgasms fade.
Banging my potential boss was the last thing I expected walking into Sanctuary Cove.
"You're going to make a lot of men happy," she says, releasing a sated sigh. "You can dress now," Christine says, and it’s back to business.
I stand, a little unsteady, and pull my dress on as she walks over to a jewelry box on the counter. She flips it open and takes out a Wet-Nap, then wipes her fingers off.
"Did Natalie tell you that you are not permitted to come until after the client does?" she asks, slowly licking her lips, and I wonder if she can still taste me.
"No, I wasn't aware of that," I lie. Natalie wasn't supposed to tell me a thing, and I didn’t want to throw her under the bus.
"That's the last time you will come first while working for Sanctuary Cove. Our focus is on making sure the clients’ needs are met. They always come first, and not just sexually. Do you understand?"
"I understand," I say, my voice hitching in the back of my throat.
Christine looks at me, then crooks two fingers and signals for me to come to her. Her eyes bore into mine as I close the distance and stand in front of her.
"There are a few, simple rules to follow. If you can heed them, you'll do very well here. I already know which clients would love to have you."
I nod. I can't decide if I should be happy about that or not.
"Birth control is an absolute must, and I'm not just talking about condoms. I have both condoms and the pill here if you need them. STD testing is every three months. All clients and working girls are tested. It's up to you whether you want to use condoms when the time comes, but you will always carry them with you."
This line of work is already risky and probably knocking off ten years of my life to begin with. Why wouldn't every working girl use both birth control and a condom? Even for a blow job? I'll definitely be using a rain coat each and every time.
"You're allowed to deny two clients a month with no questions asked. Any more than two and we'll need to reevaluate if you should be here or not." Christine pauses to allow her weighted stare to sink into me. I get the point quick, and nod. "When you agree to see a client, you show. I have a
no-refund policy. If you're a no-show, that’s an automatic termination. I don’t give second chances."
She’s a no-bullshit boss. I can respect that, even if she does make my heart quake with intimidation.
"You never reveal any personal information, and under no circumstances will you get close to a client. The rules are simple. You dress the part and I can make you rich, but it's all in how you play the game. Play wisely and you can come out on top. And know this, I have eyes and ears everywhere. Do you understand?"
"I do," I respond, looking her directly in the eye.
"You'll be given five hundred dollars for today. You have two weeks to get your license and testing done. You also need to fill out the hard-limit sheet so I know what you're not okay with. In the meantime, you'll go shopping with Natalie’s help. You'll start a workout program and get the waxing done. Don't shave for a few days, as the hair needs to be long when you go." Her eyes roam my face. "Your skin is nice, but it wouldn't hurt to have monthly facials."
Jesus Christ. I can't believe I'm actually going through with this.
"Quit the laundromat tomorrow."
"Done."
"How do you feel about the name Valentina?"
"Perfect," I say, even though I don't care for it. I'd get used to it.
"Good. I'll see you in a few weeks. Oh, and Valentina? I'm not your friend. You'll do well to remember that."
Christine excuses me and I step out of the room to find Natalie sitting in a chair. She stands and walks over to me.
"You will not be sorry about this," she says excitedly, then takes my hand and leads me back to the esthetically perfect, jasmine-scented foyer.
We retrieve our coats and step out into the chilly air, then quietly make our way to the town car waiting for us.
"You knew, didn’t you?" I accuse her once we’re settled in the back seat.
Natalie struggles to keep a straight face as she asks, "What’s your new name?"
"Valentina. And you’re such a fucking asshole! I hate you."
"It's all part of the process." Natalie’s face lights up, and some of my anger fades. Natalie is the kind of person who wouldn’t harm a fly, so it’s hard to stay mad at her for long about anything.
"Oh my God. Warn a bitch next time."
"If I told you, then you might've backed out. Plus, I’m sure you got an amazing orgasm from it, so technically, you're welcome."
I release an exasperated sigh. She's right. I probably would’ve backed out had I known what was waiting for me, but…
"You could’ve given me a side-eye, some kind of signal, a warning. Anything. I was dying in there."
Her lips pucker and her body trembles from her restrained laughter. "Nope. I wanted you to experience it the same way I did."
I shake my head and face forward. The corners of my mouth curl in a small smile. I'm so torn on how to feel.
"You know I'm down for just about anything under normal circumstances, but I never expected to fuck my new boss…and actually like it."
Natalie’s eyes widen and her jaw falls slack. "She fingered me and I went down on her…" Among other things that cause my skin to flush at the memory of how our bodies were joined. "I never ever thought I would go that far with a chick, but holy shit it was fucking hot and I was so turned on."
"Then I still say you came out on top," she jokes.
"And I still think you're an asshole."
"I love you too, Valentina."
I laugh over the name. Valentina sounds like I should wear something seductive and lacey, maybe the color red. I muse over the idea for a moment. Maybe it could be my signature thing.
"Oh! Check your pocket."
Frowning, I pat my coat pockets and feel something on my right side. I slip my hand inside and pull out a black envelope. My brows draw together as I open the flap and withdraw crisp hundred dollar bills. Seven of them.
"How the hell did she do that?" I ask, perplexed.
Natalie leans into my side. "Oh, she gave you a tip. She must really like you."
I roll my eyes toward her. "You know, we’ve seen each other at our worst, naked and shit, hungover, crying over boys who ghosted us, but now you’ve got me hooking and banging my female boss," I say like I'm exasperated but she knows I'm not. "This means you're stuck with me for life. That shit makes us stronger than blood sisters."
She chuckles. "We're wet sisters."
I fake gag. "Don't ever say that again. It sounds like incest."
Sixteen
"Ready for your Brazilian?"
"Do I have a choice?" I ask as I look around the posh salon. All the white and pastel pink is relaxing and gives off a glamorous appeal. I glance at Natalie. "I've never had one before."
She gives me an impish smile that makes my stomach flip. She’d made me take Tylenol an hour before, which made me nervous. And even though it's chilly outside, she insisted I wear a sundress under my jacket. I have a sinking suspicion I'm going to hate this.
"You're going to love it."
The lady at the counter shows us to a back room where I have to undress.
Lying on the table, I place the sheet over my body. "Man, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you love seeing me naked."
Natalie rolls her eyes. "Nothing I haven't seen before," she says. "After this we'll do your facial and then a mani-pedi. I usually come about once a month."
I grimace. "I have to do this once a month?"
She nods, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Trust me, you'll want to."
There's a knock on the door and in walks a woman who looks to be in her mid-thirties.
"Natalie, a pleasure as always." They exchange amicable smiles and then she turns to me. "Hi, Aubrey, I'll be your waxing technician today. I see it's your first full-body waxing, so I’ll try to make this as painless as I can."
She explains the process, which only makes me more nervous.
"For the next forty minutes, your vagina and body belong to me. Let's get started, baby girl."
I can't help it but burst out laughing. That was the last thing I expected to hear. New Yorkers are known for their animated and blunt attitudes. There's a uniqueness about them, a seventy-thirty blend of take-no-bullshit attitude and humor in their words.
She raises her brows and I respond to her questioning look. "I'm sorry. I've just never done this before and I found that funny."
She purses her lips together and they twitch with entertainment. "Oh, this is gonna be fun. I'll go light and start with your arm pits, brows, and upper lip. Then we move onto the goods."
The technician prepares her supplies, and then waxes the three places she mentioned pretty quickly. My top lip is a little sensitive and hurts the most. There's a slight burn but nothing too bad. I do love the idea that I don't have to shave under my arms now.
"You mind if I shape your brows? You could use it," she says like they offend her.
I just nod. What do I care? She plucks pretty quickly and even uses some string that looks like floss.
"Oh, Aub, they're looking good," Natalie says, impressed, and leans over to inspect them.
I give her a thumbs up. I'm not really sure how to respond to that.
"There's a nice arch now and they're thin. Not huge, overgrown bushes."
"Hey now, I didn't have bushes."
Her eyes bore into mine. "You had more hair above your eyes than I do on my pussy when it grows in."
"Hmmm… It's true." The technician agrees with her.
They weren’t that bad. I tweeze them, I just don’t know how to shape them.
The technician hands me a mirror and I look at them.
"Okay, fine." The shape gives my face a totally different look. "They look good. Better," I say, and the woman glares around the mirror at me. "They look fucking amazing and I feel like the ugly duckling that just turned into a swan," I amend.
"Good." She moves to stand at the end of the table. "Now, pull your knees up and put your feet here like you're at t
he gyno." She guides my feet to the sides. "Yes. Now let your legs fall open."
A twinge of embarrassment heats my cheeks.
"We’ll start with your ass."
I slam my knees shut. "My ass?"
"We're waxing that ass too." Natalie smiles at me.
"For what? No one goes back there."
"When that ass is in the air, and men look at it wanting to fuck it, you want it looking good. You don’t want them to see a hairy jungle. It’s about to be your second-best feature. Now open up and pull your knees back like you're about to give birth, and let the woman do her job."
What the fuck? I'm at a loss for words. I've been around the block a few times, but I've never had any complaints about how my ass looks when it’s in the air.
"You’re such a bitch," I say to Natalie. "You love to see me tortured, don’t you?"
Exhaling a sigh, I do as she says, even though I feel extremely exposed. This is probably tame compared to what my new job will entail. Based on what Natalie tells me, anything is possible.
"If there's an award for being the worst best friend, you win it," I say.
She's standing behind me and I can hear her trying to stifle her laughter. "This is another moment you would’ve run from had you known what was waiting for you."
I angle my neck to look back at her. "Do you see the position I'm in? Not even my gynecologist gets this up close and personal with me."
"Get used to it." Natalie lifts her chin toward the technician. "She’s gonna be up close and personal with your goodies often."
I shake my head and pull my legs back farther so the technician can apply the wax. I could probably use a little modesty but it's too late to practice that now. This is one for the scrapbook—I know we're going to look back on this one day and laugh. My embarrassment begins to tamper off and I relax slightly.
"Take a deep breath," the tech says as she presses two strips of cloth to my ass, then rips them both off.
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