Hooker (3 page)

My stomach turns as he opens the foil packet beside him, rolling a condom onto his stumpy little dick. Thank Christ for small mercies. M had made me watch porno after porno in preparation for my new career. She’d given me a running commentary, even made me take notes. Although this is the first penis I’ve seen in real life, I know it’s small compared to the ones I’d seen in the movies.

‘I’m gonna fuck you now. They say your first stays with you forever. I like the thought of you thinking about me for years to come.’

A muffled whimper escapes as I try to close my legs, but it’s an impossibility. The metal of the cuffs cuts into my skin as I frantically tug on my restraints while he settles himself between my thighs. He’s right about one thing, I’ll never forget this night.
Never
.

His fingers reach between us as he circles my clit, but it does nothing for my libido. Nothing this man could do would arouse me. Nothing. He’s a turn-off, not a turn-on …
repulsive. I cry out in pain as he forcefully pushes himself inside me. I try to think of the ocean, of rolling meadows, anything to escape this moment, but nothing works.

He’s making horrible grunting sounds as he continues to thrust inside me, over and over again. I’m in agony. It hurts so much more than I thought it would. Anna, one of M’s girls, warned me the first time would hurt, but I didn’t expect the pain to be this severe. The girls in the pornos always look like they’re enjoying the sex. Maybe they’re just good actors.

‘You’re so tight. I’m not sure I can last much longer. Your cunt feels amazing. So fucking good.’

His words turn my stomach. I pray he can’t last much longer, because I just want this to be over. My natural instincts are to thrash around and try to get him off me, but I stay perfectly still. Moving only makes the pain worse.

‘I need to see my cum on your pretty face.’

With that statement, my eyes spring open again. Unfortunately, just in time to see him rip off his condom and move his body towards my face. My hands tug on the handcuffs around my wrists as my head thrashes from side to side, but there’s no escaping. I watch in horror as he strokes himself a few times before his body starts to tremble and a feral sound escapes him as he ejaculates all over my face.

That image … that sound … those feelings … will haunt me forever
.

I start to choke on the gag as the vomit rises to my mouth. My tears are falling freely now as he hops off me and retrieves his phone again.
Click … click … click
.

‘I’m gonna enjoy looking at these later.’

After placing the phone beside the bed, he removes the gag and unfastens the handcuffs. ‘You were worth every cent.
I’m looking forward to having you again. Go clean yourself up and get back here,’ he says, dismissing me with his hand.

Now’s my chance to escape. There will be no more—that I’m sure of. I’d rather die than let this man touch me again. I won’t survive it.

Scrambling off the bed, I crawl across the carpet trying to put some distance between us. He comes up behind me, slapping me hard on the arse.

‘I’m gonna fuck this too before the night is out.’

Like hell he is
. A whimpering sound escapes me as I push myself off the floor and onto my feet. My legs threaten to give way as I make a hasty retreat out of the bedroom towards my clothes, still sitting in a pile in the foyer. Gathering them in my trembling hands, I dress as fast as humanly possible.

‘You need to loosen up if you’re going to make it in this game, sweetheart,’ he calls out from the bedroom. His words are all a blur. All I want to do is get away from him as fast as I can. I don’t even allow myself time to get cleaned up. His filth is still all over me.

Within minutes I’m flinging the door open. My eyes land on Rupert, pacing the corridor. Unease is etched on his face as he approaches me.

I break down the moment I collapse in his open arms.

‘What the fuck did he do to you?’ His anger is apparent in his voice. No words are needed when he makes eye contact with me. The evidence is there for all to see. ‘I’m gonna kill him,’ he says as he manoeuvres me to the wall, gently encouraging me to sit.

I’m not sure how long he’s in there, but when he returns, he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the lift. I feel safe with Rupert. Once inside, he places me on my feet and
retrieves a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his jacket. I notice blood on his knuckles as he cleans up my face as best he can. When the handkerchief in his hand moves to wipe the cum out of my long dark hair, humiliation floods me.

Rupert almost blows a gasket when we arrive back at my apartment. He sends me to the bathroom to get cleaned up while he calls M and demands she come straight over.

The first words out of her mouth when she sees me are, ‘Grow the fuck up, Jade.’ This woman doesn’t have an ounce of compassion in her. But I can’t go through a situation like that again. I just can’t.

I’m a complete mess and flat-out refuse to continue working for her. I don’t care if she sues me. In that moment I don’t care what she does, I’m adamant I’m not going back, even though I know that isn’t an option.

M sends Rupert away. The look he gives me as he leaves tells me I’m about to pay for fleeing my first job. Reaching out, she roughly grabs my hair and pulls me to my feet. ‘You ever pull a stunt like this again,’ she snarls in my face, ‘I’ll fucking kill you.’

I know it isn’t an idle threat. M means every word. I’ve seen with my own eyes exactly what this woman is capable of.

*

So here I am, twenty-three years old, and still turning tricks for a woman I’m terrified of. A woman I loathe. Trapped in a world I can’t escape.

After that first terrible night, M made me an exclusive escort. She couldn’t risk me displeasing one of her clients in that way again. Now I have twenty regular clients—that’s all.
I only work four nights a week, unless a special request comes up, but that doesn’t happen very often. M showed me some kindness through all of this, though, by allowing me to set some limits, including the age of my clients: forty-five is my cut off, as well as no photographs, no kissing, no bondage, no bodily fluids on my face, and no anal.
Definitely no anal
. That part of my anatomy is off limits. No ifs or buts. No pun intended.

Not all of my men expect sex; some just require companionship or dates for charity events and functions. I love those clients the most. At the end of the day though, my men pay big dollars for me, so I make sure they get their money’s worth, one way or another.

BROCK

My
leather office chair creaks when I lean back into it as Natalie from accounting wraps her lips around my cock, bringing it to life. To my father’s disgust, I’ve had sexual liaisons with most of the women who work here. Well, the single, hot and age appropriate ones, anyway. I only do it to piss my father off. I don’t need to pick up at work; I can have anyone I want. I’m yet to come across a woman who can say no to me.

My head snaps up when the office door flies open. Shit. I told Amy, my secretary, I didn’t want to be disturbed.

‘You can’t go in there, Clarissa.’ I hear the panic in Amy’s voice when she calls out from the reception area. Fucking Clarissa. What the hell does she want?

Natalie’s lips loosen as she draws her head back. Placing my hand on top of her hair, I hold her firmly in place. She’s always been a good sport, plus she’s under my desk and out of sight. If anything, the blowjob will help me get through this unwanted conversation with Clarissa.

Clarissa gives Amy a dirty look before slamming the door in her face. I wish I could stop her coming here, but I know
my father wouldn’t hear of it. She’s the precious only daughter of one of his oldest friends.

‘What do you want, Clarissa?’

‘Oh, that’s a really nice way to talk to your fiancée.’

Fiancée
? Not this shit again. ‘I’m not your fucking fiancé, Clarissa.’

‘I beg to differ. I’ve just come from a visit with your father. He still wants us to get married,’ she says smugly, coming to sit on the corner of my desk. Let him fucking marry her. All my life that prick has tried to control me.

My angry eyes meet hers. She’s beautiful, I’ll give her that, but that’s where my compliments end, because she has an ugly heart. At school, she was known as the ice queen. It suited her perfectly, and that voice. It’s like nails on a damn blackboard. I can’t stand being around her for more than a few minutes, so the thought of being married to her—no fucking way. Not happening.

‘I’m not marrying you, so give it a rest, will you? My father has no say in who I marry.’

She folds her arms over her chest and pouts as crocodile tears appear in her eyes. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I have to suppress an eye roll. Who’s she trying to kid? I’ve known this woman for most of my life and she doesn’t have a sympathetic bone in her body. I’ve seen her work this bullshit with her father. She can turn her tears on and off like a damn tap. ‘You can cut the hurt act too. That shit won’t work on me.’

Natalie’s lips curve into a smile around my cock as a muffled giggle escapes her. It sends a vibration down the length of my shaft. Clearing my throat, I loosen my tie.

Clarissa stands. ‘I want my damn engagement ring, Brock,’ she says, stamping her foot like a child.

Christ,
I think I’m gonna blow. Shit, not now.

Being the head of a global security company, I’m trained to stay cool under any situation, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to pull it off this time. ‘You’ll be waiting an awfully long time, sweetheart, because I have no intentions of ever marrying y—’ Fuck. Here it comes. My hands fist in my short dark hair as I tilt my head towards the ceiling. ‘Sweet Jesus,’ I groan as my orgasm shoots through me.

‘Brock. Are you okay?’

I can hear the concern in Clarissa’s voice as she hastily makes her way around to my side of the desk. I hear her gasp when she sees my pants around my thighs and Natalie on her knees under the desk. My cock is still in her mouth. I have to hold back a laugh when Natalie gives her a little wave.

‘How could you? This shit is going to stop when we’re married. Do you hear me?’ Clarissa screams, turning on her heel and running for the door. Natalie and I both burst out laughing when it slams closed behind her.

I push my chair back and stand to pull my pants up. Holding my hand out, I help Natalie to her feet.

‘Well that was awkward,’ she says, making me chuckle.

*

Hours later, my office door flies open again. The floor to ceiling windows behind me rattle as the handle hits the adjoining wall with a loud bang. Christ, doesn’t anyone know how to knock anymore? My head snaps up in annoyance. Great, my father. He only ever comes in here when he’s pissed and wants to rant. My guess is Clarissa went home and had a little cry to Daddy.

‘Have
a seat, Father,’ I say sarcastically as he sits in the chair opposite me without waiting for an invitation.

‘I want her name. I’ll fire her immediately.’

‘I have no idea what you’re talking about,’ I say as I settle back into my chair and casually fold my arms behind my head.

‘Don’t play coy with me, young man. This is a business, not a damn whorehouse.’

‘You’d know all about that,’ I mumble under my breath. My father’s been seeing whores behind my mother’s back for as long as I’ve been old enough to know better. Does he think I’m stupid? At least I don’t have to pay women to have sex with me.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Exactly that. If you weren’t married to my mother, I wouldn’t give a shit about what you do, but the fact remains you are.’ The disdain in my voice doesn’t go unnoticed as I watch him squirm in his chair.

‘Don’t turn this around on me. I want her name, and I want it now.’

I have to repress my smile when I notice his face turning red. ‘You can’t fire someone who doesn’t work here.’

‘What do you mean she doesn’t work here? Who was she then?’

‘She works at the coffee shop across the street,’ I lie, because I don’t want Natalie to lose her job. She’s a single mother and needs the money. ‘You should go there some time. They give great service.’ I don’t know why I get pleasure out of getting under his skin, but I do. Maybe it’s because I don’t like him. Not a nice thing to say about your father, I know, but I lost all respect for him years ago.

‘There’s nothing funny about this,’ he yells, slamming his hand down on the desk. ‘Why I thought you could run
a multimillion dollar enterprise, I’ll never know. You’re as useless as your fag of a brother.’

My knuckles turn white as my hands clamp onto either side of the desk in an effort not to wring his fucking neck. I lean towards him. ‘I’m doing a hell of a lot better than you did when you were in charge. This business has grown by fifty-seven percent in the two years since I’ve taken control, and it continues to grow daily.’

My father leans back in his chair, clearing his throat. He has no reply to that because he knows I’m right. Nobody could run this business as well as I do. Nobody.

After looking down at my Rolex watch, I lean across the desk and push the intercom. ‘Amy, can you tell my driver I’m ready to leave, please.’ I stand and grab my jacket off the back of the chair. This conversation is over.

‘If you’ll excuse me, I have a plane to catch.’

*

JADE

I can’t contain the excitement that courses through me as Rupert packs the last of my suitcases into the trunk of the limousine. This is my favourite time of the year: my one-week holiday. It’s the only time off I get, so I look forward to it. No M, no clients, no rules. Well, the rules are still there, but she’s not around to enforce them. M insists Rupert accompany me everywhere, but I’m okay with that. He lurks in the shadows mostly, letting me enjoy my free time.

My flight to New York leaves in just over three hours, but we need to stop by M’s place for my final inspection. I hate
that she controls me like this. Two more years, I keep telling myself. Two more years.