Artful Attractions (2 page)

I look to Becka to see if she has anything she’d like to divulge. I haven’t had much in way of strange clientele the past few weeks. And last week I had two new men who were as vanilla as they come. Boring gala events, minimal intellectual stimulation and sexually it was just as dull. Change is the spice of life. That’s one of the fun things about my job. Sure, I don’t want a man who I’d have to pour hot chocolate all over and lick his chest. But it sure beats bending over a couch for ten minutes to have a below average cock shoved in me. Where I have to fake an orgasm and pretend to actually like him. The hundred dollar tip makes it worthwhile in the end. But it’s a boring existence if they don’t woo you into hot and passionate fucking. I don’t mind a mild amount of kink. It keeps it interesting. And my dates the past few weeks have seriously been lacking in that category.

“I have a question.” Mary speaks up sitting next to Bridget. If I had to pick one of my coworkers to actually like other than Becka, I’d pick Mary. She’s sweet in her own way, very backwoods country wholesome. She does wonders for cowboy boots and daisy dukes. She’s southern and her accent is strong and a huge turn on for some men. I’ve known her for the past two years. That’s when Brian brought her into the group. 

“What’s that?” Brian presses.

“I had a man this past week want me to scratch him. He meant drawing blood. But I don’t know how to do that when I barely have any nails and I won’t get fake ones.” She holds up her hands to show us her short nail beds. “How can I fix that for the next time this comes up?” She inquires to the group, her country accent clinging to every syllable.

“I would get fake nails anyways. Men like it,” Carmen answers.

She’s an idiot. And the way she talks in that accent of hers makes her sound even cockier. She’s not lacking in the confidence department, that’s for damn sure. Brian has a hard time keeping her satisfied with clients because she’s very picky. I’ve prayed for her to leave for the past year. Becka, Bridget and I are the only three who have been here for so long. The rest filter in and out. I don’t see Lulu lasting long. Amen to that. Now if Carmen would quit, it would be a sweet-sweet life.

“I can’t very well do that Carmen. I do lots of cookin’ and fake nails are unsanitary,” Mary replies sweet as pie. I don’t know how she doesn’t jump down Carmen’s throat. Just looking at that woman makes me want slap her into next week.  

Carmen waves her off with an attitude, flipping her dark hair over her shoulder. What a bitch.

“If men want you to scratch them. I’d say bite them instead. It’s a good change and gives the same amount of pain,” Becka adds. Which I think is a valid explanation.

I nod, agreeing with her.

“I’d say Becka is right Mary. Or get one of those leather spike bracelets and carry it in your purse. Those can do some serious damage and for kinky men it might help with the pleasure factor and get you bigger tips,” I chime in to finish off the topic.

“Thanks ladies. That’s some great ideas. Never thought about a spike bracelet but that would probably work. He kept going on about how he wanted me to scratch him and I tried. But it ended up being a bunch of redlines on his back and I could tell it wasn’t doing it for him,” Mary explains with a gentle smile.

“Any other questions?” Brian asks.

We all shake our heads concurrently. 

“Okay ladies. Tonight, since I handed out your schedules, I want to talk about this new eyeliner next and then I need to meet with Becka and Alexis at the same time.” Brian says, then breaks into a twenty minute seminar on this new liquid liner we should all try because it doesn’t smear. He’s such a damn girl.

The rest of the girls dismiss themselves after the session and Becka and I are left to discuss with Brian.

“So ladies, your Saturday schedule will be the same this week. I have different names on your rosters but they are the same date. You are double-teaming a pair of men at a business dinner. Becka your man Andrew is bringing Alexis’s date in for a meeting. He wants you two, to be presentable and sexy but in business attire. Brad is not to know that Alexis is an escort. Brad, from my understanding, thinks you, Becka—” he points to my roomy. “—Are Andrews’s girlfriend and Alexis is your friend who is single. That’s all. I gave Andrew your name Anne and he has no idea who Alexis is. He wanted a blonde and you two are best friends so I figured it will work out in all our favors. The rules are that if Brad wants to have sex, you do not discuss money with him. Andrew has agreed to pay whatever, as long as this stays quiet.”

I nod. “So I’m paid to date a guy who doesn’t actually know I’m being paid?”

“Yes, I know it’s not our normal set up. But you both will be paid $1500 for this, and then whatever sexual favors will be additional.”

My mouth drops open. “Why are we getting more than usual?”

“Anonymity has a price. Plus you two have a new career. You’re managers to a restaurant in town.”

“Did he pick those jobs?” Becka asks, fingering her blonde hair. She’s so sensual, no wonder men love her.

“Yes, he owns a chain of restaurants among other businesses and you’re both managers to one of them,” he explains.

This is stupid. I am to act like I know business and it’s a field I know zilch about. And I’m to keep it a secret that I’m an escort. I always work for the men who hire me. I’ve never been contracted out to someone new. This will be interesting. I just hope he’s not a dick. Most men who I work for, that are paying me and are attentive to me. They want to get their monies worth and use me as arm candy. This will be an actual date. Weird.

“So what restaurant? Shouldn’t we know where we work? I’ll have to educate myself this week on the ins and outs of the restaurant business.”

“He owns Blue and Red.”

Both mine and Becka’s mouths simultaneously drop open in awe. Blue and Red is the hottest restaurant in New York City. It’s expensive and has a three month waiting list. That’s where all the A-lister’s dine. This Andrew guy must be worth some major doe-ray-me. I’ve escorted a few lawyers, doctors, writers, artists, stockbrokers, CEO’s and a lot of less famous people. But I’ve never been on a date like this one. This is going to be epic, for the record books.

Becka and I stay and finish our chat about our upcoming date on Saturday. I will go shopping for this one. No old outfit will do for my new date. We leave and take the subway, train and bus back to our little apartment in Queens.

“Yes, I am here to see my boyfriend Joseph Pemberly. I need to pick up a key to our suite.” I speak as professionally and sexy as I can to the older desk clerk here at the Waldorf.

Apparently Joseph thought this was a new place to try. Brian called me with the details yesterday. It’s eight and I know he’ll be waiting for me in our room.

“Ah, yes.” The man says, clicking around on his computer. The lines on his face and the gray in his hair tells me he’s in his mid-fifties. He slides me a key. “Mr. Pemberly said that you would be coming. Room is in the tower, numbers on the back,” he explains, flustered. I know Joseph has that pull with most employees at hotels we stay at. He’s a CEO of a big company and it’s a prestigious one, to boot. He’s like Donald Trump without all the hype and he’s fifty times sexier.

I take the elevator up to our room and the hall is even beautifully decorated. Rooms in this hotel are in the hundreds and sometimes thousands of dollars a night.

I slip my key card into the door and push it open. Wow! This suite is magnificent. Much nicer than any place he’s taken me before. Rose petals are dusted along the green Victorian low pile carpet and over the white linen covered bed. The room is lit by candles and the white fire place is burning. It’s so romantic. There’s a dozen roses in a silver vase on the coffee table by the couch and champagne is chilling on ice next to a nightstand, where two crystal champagne flutes sit empty.

The bathroom door opens.

“Hello, my beautiful,” Joseph says walking out in nothing but a towel. His rock-hard washboard abs tanned to perfection are on perfect display. His hair is damp. Little droplets of water is falling over his shoulders, and his body is still steaming from the shower he must have just taken.

“Hey, it’s my job to please you.” I smile sweetly, flashing him my perfectly white teeth. “What is with all this?” I gesture towards the candles and rose petals.

“It’s our anniversary. Didn’t you know? I’ve been coming to you for nine months today.” He smiles and drops his towel to show me how excited he is to see me. His perfect nine inch cock is standing attention for me, with a thick bulbous head and protruding veins. And that same cock can go for hours and hours. I don’t know if he takes Viagra before our sessions but if he doesn’t his wife must get worn out. He’s a stud.

“Awe, you’re too sweet,” I compliment and sit my purse on the couch, walk over and pull one of the roses out of the vase to smell. I hold it to my nose and inhale its delicate scent. Its fragrant bliss fills my senses with warmth and happiness. I love roses. I run the silkiness of the rose across my neck as I bite my lip and throw my head back. He sighs loudly. It’s time to put on a show for my favorite customer.

I’m wearing a black skintight dress and black rhinestone heels. My makeup is perfect with a natural gloss and a smoky eye. I have on a black garter with knee-highs and a lacy see-through bra covering my moderate breasts.

I stroll over to Joseph, basking in his six foot of sexiness. I lean up on my toes. “I can’t wait to suck that beautiful cock baby,” I whisper an inch from his ear. Sending goosebumps across my own skin. He smells wonderful, like soap and musk. It’s addicting. Oh how I love my job.

I caress the sides of his arms with my fingertips and press my breasts to his chest. He’s breathing kicks up and those beautiful eyes of his are burning with a deep desire. I love turning him on.

Taking a step back from him I turn around and bend over, exposing my ass in my black lace thong and garter. A feral sound escapes his lips and I hike up the back of my dress for more exposure.

“Do you want to touch it baby?” I purr, caressing my ass with my hand in small circular motions, my back arching so I can see over my shoulder. I’m so hot. Most of the time I get horny but it takes me a while. But with Joseph I’m wet before I walk in the door thanks to the anticipation of my favorite customer. My clit is thumping in my panties, for his big hands to stroke her.

“I love your ass.” He groans and swipes the dollop of pre-come from his sexy cock.

“Can I have that?” I eye the clear liquid on his index finger. His gaze widens, he nods and his Adam’s apple bobs in this throat. I reach my hand back as he steps forward. His cock against my bare ass and I take his big hand and suck his finger into my mouth. I savor his pre-come and moan in my throat. I know it’s for show but damn, he does taste good.

“Oh fuck, Ty,” he moans, throwing his head back. “You’re so good.”

“I’m only good for you baby.” I swirl my hips against his erection, pre-come smearing on my cheeks. “Touch my ass Joseph. She missed you,” I whisper seductively, my voice saturated with wanton lust. I’m so damn wet for him.

He palms my cheeks and squeezes. I arch my back and moan deep in my chest, throwing my long hair over my shoulder. “Yes, baby,” I purr, egging him on.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you. I’ve missed your pussy baby, for weeks.” He groans, his breath heavily steeped with need.

I reach down and slide the condom out of the top of my thigh-high. I show it to him.  Holding the gold packet between my thumb and forefinger.

“I want you in me too. Do you want me to do the honors?” 

He shakes his head sternly. Focused on the task of wanting to be inside me. And he snatches the condom from my fingers and tears it open. Slips it over his monstrous cock. I always bring XL ones for him. His hand slips between my legs and he pushes my panties to the side. A finger slides up and down my slit. I buck into him. Damn he’s good.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet.” He grunts darkly.

“I’m always wet just coming to see you Joseph. I love to see you.”

“I can’t wait another three weeks baby. I’m making an appointment with you next week. God your pussy is so tight.” He slips a finger into my hot dripping hole. I moan in my throat. Fuck, he feels fantastic inside me. 

“I hope you do. I miss your cock every time he’s gone,” I coax. It’s part of the job to ego stroke. But with Joseph I actually mean it. Not that he cares.

He swirls inside me, his finger tantalizing the walls of my tight hole, bringing me closer to my first earth shattering climax. Oh yes! His finger rests of my g-spot and presses into it with force.

“Oh, God,” I cry, panting, as his hand grips my ass.

“I’m going to come so hard baby.” He’s raspy with desire. The sexual energy is a thick fog filling the room.

“I need you inside me….Oh… yes.” He pushes my hot spot harder. “Baby put him in me…. I need him,” I whine, bucking into his hand more. My hands resting on my knees for support from his onslaught of pleasure. I might not be able to stand much longer. I’m weak with want.

He slides out his finger and sucks it into his mouth. “Fuck Ty, you taste so good.”

I reach between my legs and grab his cock sliding it up and down my slit for lubrication. He hisses loudly and palms my ass harder squeezing it to the point of pain. That sparks my arousal to the next plateau.

I place him at my entrance and he slams into me without hesitation. I scream out, he’s too big. I don’t have cocks this big in me often. Damn, it burns.

“Sorry,” he apologizes.

I adjust my legs and accept him into me, to the brink. 

“Baby, just fuck me,” I beg.

He hammers into me hard. His strong fingers digging into my hip bones. I let him take me away, his motions slamming his cock hard into my wet pussy. I moan loud into the air. My head back, his fingers find my hair and he pulls it hard rearing me backward. The tingling of my scalp makes me want him more. The mixture between pain and pleasure sets me on razors edge.

“Oh yes… fuck my pussy baby,” I wail between uneven breaths. I’m close. He’s fucking me so hard. I love his cock in me. His balls are smacking my clit with force. Ricocheting pulse after pulse of pleasure pain through my body. My core is begging for a sated release.

He stops his furious onslaught and wraps his arm around my waist to make me stand. My back to his chest, his cock still balls deep inside.

His hot breath is on my neck he licks my skin roughly, making me shudder.

“I love your pussy, Ty. Your pussy is mine to fuck,” he huffs, inches from my ear.

I bite my lip and nod. His hand reaches my throat and he squeezes.

“Tell me baby. Tell me your pussy is all mine,” he barks between clinched teeth.

His other hand around my waist he pulls himself out of me and slams ferociously back into my tight hole. I scream out, my throat hoarse.

“Tell me baby,” he barks again and nips at my neck.

Oh yes, this is why he’s my favorite.

“My pussy is yours Joseph. All yours.” I heave out my throat being choked. My mouth is dry and my knees shaky.

He releases my neck and his hand finds its way abruptly between my legs and into my panties.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard Ty and I’m going to rub that beautiful clit of yours.”

He slides out and slams back in. I jerk into the air and he holds me in place. Making me moan something inaudible. Damn he’s good. I love his cock.

“When all those other men touch this tight hole. You better be thinking of me,” he orders forcefully through his teeth.

I nod and gulp hard.

“You’re all I think about when I fuck my wife,” he moans and pushes back into me. Starting to hammer my pussy again as his magical fingers strum my pounding clit into submission.

I can feel the edge of the perfect climax building in me. I’m so close. His hands are flawless. “I need you to come for me Ty. I’m close.” He grunts next to my ear. His minty breath exciting my skin. I feel his cock tense up.

“Come!” he growls and pushes my clit harder.

“Just a little more baby, I’m…. Oh… Yes...” he slams into me.

“That’s right baby, milk my cock,” he says and bites my neck.

And I explode around his thickness. Throwing my head back against his shoulder, my body jerking uncontrollably. He steadies me but never loses his rhythm.

“I’m, fuck. Yes. Ty,” he howls and slams into me spurting his hot seed into the condom. I can feel the gooshyness from its fullness. 

He pulls out and slides off the condom knotting the top and throws it into the waste basket. I teeter on my heels for a few seconds trying to come back down to earth.

His hands find my waist again and he kisses my collar bone.

“Damn, baby. I love your pussy so much. Now come and lie on the bed. Let me caress you,” he says sweetly and escorts me to the giant king sized bed. I throw my dress over my head and toss my shoes onto the floor. And we both lie together on top of the covers. His hands gently cascade across the curves of my body as he stares at me. His eyes are glassy and smoky with a deep-seeded hunger.

“How are you so good?” I compliment in a murmur, meaning every word. Most men don’t care if they rock your world, they just want to come. Especially if they are paying for it.

He leans over and kisses me softly on the lips. The rules are no kissing during sex in my job. But I’ve known him for so long I don’t care anymore. I enjoy the intimacy. He’s the closest thing I’ve had to a boyfriend in my entire life. 

“I like to pleasure you, baby; that’s why I’m that good. You’re the only woman I care to please.”

“Joseph you should pleasure your wife like you do me. You’d have one hell of a sex life.” I wink at him and lick my lips.

He kisses me again.

“I like you better than her.”

I shake my head. “No you don’t silly man. Marriages are hard I’m sure. But I can’t think of any woman who wouldn’t want to ride the Joseph train every day, myself included.”

“My wife sure as hell doesn’t. I couldn’t even pay her to fuck me. Not that I’d want to fuck her anyhow.”

My brows furrow. “What? Why?” I ask, my tone swirling with colored confusion.

“I’m too kinky for her. Plus she doesn’t like my cock. It’s too big, she says. I’ve told you this before Tylah. It just gets worse as time progresses.” He looks sad. Poor Joseph.

I slide the back of my hand up his ridged abs to his chest and cup his chin with my fingers, forcing him to stare into my eyes. “Joseph, you are sexy and fantastic in bed. That’s why you are my favorite customer. But your wife is a dumbass not to want you,” I say gently and lean over and suck his pouty bottom lip into my mouth. A deep carnal sound escapes his lips and he pushes me over onto my back and mounts me, pushing my legs apart, kneeling between them.

“Ty, I’m going to keep you here all night and I am going to fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow,” he says, staring into my eyes with pure unadulterated lust.

I nod and swallow hard. My mouth is dry again. I love how forceful he is. I never have to take charge. He reaches over to the side of the bed and pops the cork to the champagne and pours me a glass. I sit up and sip it as he sips his and then he opens the bedside drawer and reveals an entire stack of condoms.

“Are those for tonight?” My voice cracks.

“Baby, I told you I was going to fuck you all night. I already paid Brian. You’re not leaving here until the a.m. tomorrow. And we’re going to sleep together and we’re going to fuck before you leave. I’m going to eat that pussy all night.” He licks his lips sexily. “Then tomorrow I’m going to call Brian and we’re going to set up a date for next week. I will fit you into my schedule every week from now on. Your pussy is
mine
,” he states firmly. Pulling a condom from the drawer, ripping open the wrapper and feeding it over his thick erection.