Authors: Elixa Everett
He grinned and captured her lips with his, kissing her soundly and leaving her breathless in the process. "It means if you can handle being with an Infrit, then I will happily be yours to command."
Laughing, Clarissa ran her index finger down his broad, bare chest. "Does that mean I get to hear
you
call
me
master from now on?" she teased.
Grabbing her waist in his hands he hoisted her up onto the bathroom sink and pushed up the hem of her pink satin teddy, revealing her matching pink satin panties. A low growl came from him as, for the first time since he’d arrived, he let his eyes wander up and down the length of her body. "When we make love you may call me anything you want."
"Hmmm, anything, huh?"
Stepping between her spread legs, he pressed himself against her as his mouth made its way down her neck. "Yours to command, Master."
Yes, life had just changed for the better and she had the sexiest man in existence to make sure of it.
The End
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Excerpt from
Escort With 1000 Faces
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Elixa Everett
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Selene looked over her shoulder at the dark haired man sprawled out on the queen-sized cast iron bed, several feet away from her. He was sleeping soundly, one leg coming dangerously close to falling over the side of the mattress. She had fucked him to the point of utter exhaustion, which only took half an hour of her time.
Humans and their lack of stamina,
she thought with a slight grin and a shake of her head; long locks of crimson curls bounced with the movement.
She walked over to the nightstand, opening the top drawer. Rummaging through the drawer, she found pens, stationary, condoms...
Ahhh there it is
. Towards the back was a thick envelope with her name written in small blue print. Picking it up, she quietly closed the drawer with her hip as she opened the envelope. Quickly she thumbed through the thick stack of hundred dollar bills.
Ten thousand dollars.
Satisfied, her smile widened, not bad for one evening. The man on the bed was named Richard. He was one of her best clients. He valued the discrete
services
she provided -
highly.
Unlike other call girls, other
human
call girls and escorts, she was in a class of her own.
Human call girls could role-play; perhaps wearing wigs or costumes to make themselves into something they weren't. Selene on the other hand could
become
anything, anywhere, at anytime.
Selene opened her tiny gold purse and tucked the envelope into the side compartment.
Walking over to the antique vanity, she pulled out a tube of ruby red lipstick from her purse and applied it.
Concentrating for a moment, she could feel her body making the necessary changes.
Her long crimson curls shortened to shoulder length, straightened and turned jet black.
Her green eyes shimmered, turning from emerald green to sapphire blue. The process was only slightly uncomfortable. Her entire body would sting for several minutes after the shift but the sting would quickly go away.
Her body under the red tube dress changed from curvy to slim. Once the shift was complete, she patted the dress down, adjusting it to fit her new body. This was the form she normally took, a look similar to that of Uma Thurman in the movie "Pulp Fiction."
She re-applied her mascara and finally decided she looked presentable. Slipping on her black stiletto heeled shoes she took one last look at Richard.
"See you next month, baby," she whispered as she quietly opened the hotel room door and slipped out, closing it silently behind her.
As she stepped through the glass doors on her way out of the hotel, Selene was hit by the cool New York, October breeze. The breeze forewarned a cold winter season ahead.
She made a mental note to look into migrating to Miami next year for the winter.
Quickly, she made her way across the street to the candy apple red Ferrari parked at the curb. Unlocking the car, she slid into the leather driver’s seat. The car still emanated the new car smell that she loved. She closed her eyes and savoured the smell for a moment.
Selene was about to start the car when her business mobile phone rang. She kept her business mobile in her glove compartment, with the answering service on when she was out with a client.
On the fourth ring she answered: "Lovely Ladies, at your service."
The official name of her company was Lovely Ladies Escort Service, but if the truth were known, she was the only person who worked for the service. The clients, of course, didn't know that. Being able to assume the look or identity of anyone she wanted made it possible to keep it a one girl operation.
Normally, she would have dates five nights a week. She preferred calling them "dates", it sounded better - to her and to them. Tuesdays and Wednesdays always seemed to end up being her nights off for the week, not that it mattered. She never had any
real
relationships - hazard of the trade she was in, she supposed.
There was a silence on the other end.
"Lovely Ladies," she repeated.
"Hi. Ummm. I need a girl for a night." His voice was deep and sexy, but hesitant. She could tell he was nervous. Many men felt like that way when they placed their first call to an escort service. They all managed to get over the nervousness quickly enough, however.
"Well then you've called the right place, honey," she cooed.
"I know its short notice, but I need someone for tomorrow night."
Tomorrow night was not only short notice but
also
Friday night. On most weeks there was no way it would have been possible, but it just so happened she had an opening. The man she had pencilled in for the next evening had to cancel. His wife had found out about him using escorts. It was a pity really; she quite enjoyed her time with that one. Not only did he enjoy lavishing her with gifts, but was also fantastic in bed. That was always a bonus for her.
"What type of girl are you looking for honey?" Her voice sounded as smooth as silk.
"Well... I was thinking perhaps a blond," he replied.
Of course, most do
.
"Okay, we have a few blonds at our disposal. What about body type?"
"Well... nice breasts. Not too big, not too small, if you know what I mean."
She did. He was a C cup kind of man.
There was silence once more.
"Is that all for specifications? Do you have any special requests?" Selene picked a pen and her planner out of her purse, noting ‘blond, size C’ on the lined paper.
"Special requests?"
Selene sighed,
newbies
.
There was silence once more then he seemed to understand what she was getting at.
"Oh. No. Just a simple date. That's all I need."
"That won't be a problem honey. The rate per evening, including the night is ten thousand."
"The money is not an issue. Whatever the price - it’s fine."
"Okay, so give me the details of the date and we'll be more than happy to accommodate you."
She scribbled down the meeting place and time.
His name was Anthony Winchester and she was to meet him the next night at a small coffee shop, on the upper eastside, at 6pm. They were scheduled to attend a formal company dinner, and then she would go with him to his home afterwards. He had no fetishes or special requests. All he wanted was to spend an hour before dinner filling her in on some of the basics about his company so she would be in the loop during dinner.
Easy peasy
.
****
It was ten minutes to six when Selene's cab pulled up to the curb of the pre-arranged coffee house the following night. She always tried to be professional and arrive early.
Nothing annoyed a client more than a tardy escort. For the amount they paid per night, they expected nothing but the best. That was exactly what she gave them, each and every time. She paid the cab driver and regally exited the vehicle. Tonight was substantially warmer than last night, with just a mild, cool breeze present.
Selene glanced at herself in the coffee shop window and nodded at her reflection. He would be pleased, she was sure of it. The breeze caught her long blond hair and tossed it around gently. Large light blue doe eyes looked back at her. She wore a simple, yet stunning full-length black dress. The slit on the left side rode up to mid thigh. Curves in all the right places. Yes, he would be happy.
She entered the coffee shop and surveyed the crowd. She didn't notice anyone in a black suit, which was what he had mentioned he would be wearing. She proceeded to find an empty table at the back. As she walked past the coffee shop patrons, she could feel their eyes on her, watching the sassy sway of her hips.
She ignored them all. She didn't want to attract men to her table. Men were like puppies in many ways. Give them some attention and they come running for more. Perhaps it was the many years she had spent in this line of work that had jaded her, but it was the truth.
She sat patiently and waited.
Several minutes after six, a black BMW with tinted windows pulled up to the curb. He had arrived. She nodded with approval, a BMW man meant stability, refinement. He wasn't overly flashy or the type that needs constant attention.
As he stepped out of the driver's side of the car, she noticed the quality of his finely tailored black suit. Despite the layers of clothing, you could tell by his stature that he spent time at the gym. Continuing her upward assessment of him, she approved of the square jaw, lightly tanned skin, storm-grey eyes and short, brown, slightly-ruffled hair.
"Well Hellooo, Mr Winchester," she muttered under her breath.
He passed his physical assessment with flying colors. As long as he wasn't a complete asshole, she figured it was going to be a fine night.
Upon entering the coffee shop, he spotted her straight away and smiled nervously as he raked a hand through his hair. She stood as he approached her, extending her finely manicured hand toward him.
"Anthony?" she asked sweetly, already knowing the answer.
"Yes. I wasn't given your name. When I called," He accepted her hand, his large hand surrounding her tiny one.
His palm was clammy. She could hear his heart beating rapidly, despite his attempts to control it. It was evident that her initial hunch was right; this was his first time using a service.
"My name is Simone," Selene, who was now officially Simone - at least for the evening, slid her hand from his and sat back down.
"Do you want a coffee? I'm going to get a coffee." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the front counter.
She shook her head. "I don't drink coffee."
He nodded and strode off to place his order.
She watched him walk away from her. His strides were powerful and determined. She continued to watch as the girl serving him from behind the counter flirted shamelessly.
He smiled politely at the girl, but didn't let on that he’d noticed her blatant appeal to his attention. Simone was already impressed.
****
He had never had to resort to hiring a date, but he had been in a bind. He had an important business dinner that involved a possible merger between his advertising firm and his competitor’s. If the merger went through, his would be the premier advertising company in North America.
He glanced back at Simone. She certainly was a beauty and seemed to have the poise needed to pull off being his companion. She sat there watching him, back straight, her elegant fingers drumming silently on the tabletop. If she could hold a conversation with his business associates then he would be a very happy man.