Living in Sin (The Escort Series) (13 page)

I hear her take in a sharp breath.

“That’s it, honey. I promise this will feel good,” Marc says to her. He probably has a finger or two in.

I peak over her shoulder and see him spit onto her ass, lubing her up more. His hand is moving faster and faster, his fingers able to move in and out easier. Christine has her eyes closed, and her bottom lip in her mouth.

Marc pulls his fingers out, grabs one of the condoms I pulled out earlier, and slides it on. He’s standing on the bed behind Christine’s ass, and I see him spread her ass cheeks apart, and then guide his cock into her slowly. Her face contorts, and she begins moaning. It feels like forever before Marc pushes himself all the way in.

We both stay still, allowing her to move first. I feel her begin grinding, and she feels even tighter now.

“I’m okay,” she breaths out.

“You sure?” I ask.

“Yes. It feels fine.”

Marc begins slowly moving in and out, and I can feel his cock moving along the length of my own. I start thrusting, and Marc and I get into a rhythm. Christine is moaning, cussing, and scratching my chest, but I can tell it’s because she’s enjoying it. We aren’t moving too fast or too hard, but with the pressure of Marc’s dick against mine through her tightly stretched perineum, the feeling is intense. Marc’s eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, I’m sure it’s even more intense for him, being in her tight asshole.

She begins moving more, feeling more comfortable and enjoying the feeling of two dicks in her at once. Marc’s eyes open, and he briefly looks at me, before holding on to her waist and plunging faster into her ass. Christine goes rigid.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Oh God, It feels so good, don’t stop. Yes.”

She continues mumbling for only a few more seconds before exploding all over my dick with a loud scream. I hear Marc grunt and see the muscles in his arm flex.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he says.

I feel Christine’s pussy constricting around my dick, her juices coating me, causing her to slide up and down easier. Marc forces himself into her ass harder, then stops moving and I feel his dick throbbing while he comes. With all the intensity and pressure on my dick, I come a few seconds later, hard and loud.

A few hours later, I’m sitting on my couch trying to find something to watch on TV. I scroll through several channels before deciding to just put it on a sports recap show. A little while later, as I’m starting to fall asleep on the couch, my phone starts ringing.

“Hello?”

“Hey man,” Troy’s voice says from the other end.

“What’s up?” I ask, stifling a yawn.

“Not much. Were you sleeping?”

“Nah, it’s all good. What’s goin’ on?”

“Well, I just got off the phone with Marc. He was talking about the opening. What did you have in mind for it?” Troy asks.

“Ah man. I don’t know. What you got?”

“Shit. You know I don’t plan shit like this. I’m just the brains behind it all.”

I laugh. “Whatever, man. You ain’t the only one with a degree. Anyway, when are we thinking this is gonna happen?”

“I talked to the contractors earlier, and they gave me the estimate of about two months.”

“Damn. That’s sooner than I thought.”

“Yeah. They puttin’ in work.”

“Okay. Well, I have an idea. I’ll talk to Marc and let him know.”

“Sounds good. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, cool.”

After I hang up with Troy, I give Marc a call to discuss the opening of our business. It’s been a long time coming, and I couldn’t be more excited about this new path I’ve carved into my life.

It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve had the best sex of my life. I thought fucking him would settle a craving, and I’d be good to go for a while. Instead, it awakened a sexual beast that I had living inside of me. It’s all I think about now.

Sex.

I want it.

I need it.

I fantasize about Jace and his huge hands doing wonderful things to my body. I can still remember the way his tongue felt as he slid it into my pussy, and the warmth of his mouth as his lips encircled my clit. I was sore for days. My entire body ached from the pounding he gave me. I’ve used my fingers and my vibrator, and neither one will do. I crave his body like a pregnant woman craves pickles and ice cream.

How can I tell him that I want to use his body for my own pleasure? What would I even say to him? I’ve never had to chase after a guy. I haven’t asked anybody out on a date, haven’t initiated the first kiss, and certainly haven’t asked anybody if they want to be fuck buddies. I just can’t do that. Plus, I have no idea how to get ahold of him. I only know where he lives, and I definitely won’t be showing up to his suite like some sort of stalker psycho.

I groan and force myself to get out of bed. Before I make it to the bathroom, my phone vibrates on my nightstand. It’s Em.

“Hello?”

“Wake up, we have plans,” she says excitedly.

“Ugh. No. I can’t deal with your happiness right now.”

“Too bad. Get up because we have places to be.”

“How come I never know about our plans until the last minute?”

“I don’t know. I’m on my way over. It’s already ten, so stop being a lazy bum.”

The phone clicks and I go use the bathroom, brush my teeth, and pull my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. I put on some shorts, flip flops and a white tank top. By the time I’m dressed, I hear Em banging on the door like she’s the cops.

“Hey! Why are you trying to break my door down?” I say as I pull the door open.

She gives me a shrug. “I thought maybe you had gone back to sleep, so I was prepared to wake you up.”

“Well, I proved you wrong. I’m ready and everything, see?” I say, extending my arms and showing her that I’m dressed.

She eyes me with a disgusted look on her face. “If that’s what you call ready. It doesn’t matter anyway. We’re going to go get pampered. Nails, hair, waxing.”

“Waxing?” I say, interrupting her. “I think I’ll pass. Last time you convinced me to get waxed, my hoo-ha was sore for days! No thank you.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” she laughs. “I’m sorry. Last time the chick was new. This time, it won’t be the same one. I promise. We need to go get prettied up, go out to dinner with these two, hopefully-not-lame bitches, and then hit a club up and find some sexy men to dance with. That’s the plan.”

She says the last part with finality, flips her hair over her shoulder and walks towards out door.

“I guess I could use a few drinks,” I say, following her down the hall.

“Still not over the king?” she asks with a laugh.

“Oh shush,” I say, playfully pushing her.

“Hell, from what you told me, I wouldn’t be over him either. I’d be scaling the building trying to get to him.”

A loud and embarrassing laugh escapes my throat. A few people nearby all turn and look in our direction. Ignoring the stares, I continue to laugh. “Oh my gosh, Em. You’re too much. I picture you climbing the building like Spiderman and shit. Oh God, that’s too funny,” I say, unable to stop my laughter.

“You think I’m playing. I’d be camped out on that balcony waiting to pounce him.” She lets out a small laugh at herself. “I think you’re crazy for not wanting to be with him again. You said yourself he was amazing in bed…and huge! It’s not like you’re getting any elsewhere.” She gives me a pointed look.

“Well, thanks for reminding me,” I say and roll my eyes. “I don’t know what you think I’m supposed to do. I don’t have his number, and showing up to his place would be desperate and sad. I won’t do that.”

Emilie lets out a dramatic sigh. “Whatever. Guess you’ll have to find you another man tonight. He probably won’t be God-like, or be as good in bed, or have a huge…”

“Okay!” I say, interrupting her sentence. “I get it. Let’s just go.”

She laughs me off and we head out. Once we get to the salon, we sit down to get our toes done. Em looks over at me and lifts her eyebrows.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothin’, I was just trying to figure out what’s wrong with us.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, what’s wrong with us? We’re hot, we’re single, and we have jobs. Why don’t we have men?”

I let out a sigh. “I don’t know. We have standards? We’re too picky? I’m not sure.”

We let the silence settle between us while the chairs we’re sitting in massage our backs, and the ladies make our toes look nice. After about twenty minutes, we get our manicures and then move on to the hair stylist. I decide I might as well take advantage of getting pampered and have them straighten my hair for me. An hour later, my hair is sleek, shiny, and super straight. They always make it seem so easy at the salon, and it always looks much better than when you do it at home.

Emilie got her hair lightened and it’s almost completely blonde now, the bottom half is spiral curled. Beach waves is what it’s called I think. Something I definitely couldn’t do with my hair.

She checks her watch. “You ready? We have just enough time to go get dressed, then meet those chicks at the restaurant.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Once we’ve made it back to my place, we quickly change into our dresses. I make sure to choose my own this time. I pick an above the knee, black sequin dress. One long sleeve, the other sleeveless. It’s got a small V cut with sheer material, showing just enough cleavage to be sexy, but not too much to be slutty. Em is wearing a black and hot pink, color block mini dress.

We lock arms and head out to the restaurant.

“I really hope these bitches aren’t lame,” I say to Em before we enter the Italian restaurant.

“Me too. Shelia seems nice enough. I don’t know anything about her friend, though. So we’ll see.”

When we walk in, Em immediately spots Shelia. She’s hard to miss. She’s waving her hand in the air almost frantically. Her friend is next to her with a wine glass in hand, looking around the restaurant with a bored look on her face.

We walk to the table and Shelia stands to greet us. “Hi.”

“Hey She,” Em says. “This is my friend Adrienne. Adrienne, this is Shelia.”

I extend my hand to shake hers. “Nice to meet you. How are you liking Vegas?”

“It’s hot,” she says with a laugh.

“Yeah. It’s definitely that,” I respond.

There’s a bit of an awkward silence as we wait to be introduced to her friend. The blonde at the table hasn’t stood or made much of an attempt to look at us. I already have a bad feeling about her.

Shelia looks down at her friend. “This is Vivian.”

At the sound of her name, she finally looks up. With a forced smile, she finally speaks. “Oh, hi,” she says as if she’s just realized we were there.

“Hey,” Em and I say simultaneously.

After glancing at each other briefly, Em and I take a seat across from them.

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Shelia asks excitedly.

“Well, after we eat, we were just planning on hittin’ up a few clubs. There’s plenty to choose from,” Em answers.

“Have you not been enjoying the nightlife yet?” I ask.

She shakes her head slightly. “Not a whole lot.”

“Don’t let her fool you. We’ve had some fun,” Vivian says before finishing her wine.

Shelia blushes a little and I wonder what Vivian means by that. I look at Shelia and see if she’ll say anything about it, but she smiles and shakes her head like it isn’t a big deal.

“So, Vivian. Have you been to Vegas before?” Emilie asks.

“Oh yeah. Quite a few times. I love Sin City.”

When she doesn’t say anything else, I turn my attention to Shelia. She’s quiet but seems sweet.

“Shelia, what made you decide to move here?”

“Well, Vivian has visited here quite a lot and she wanted to live here, so I figured why not? At least I’d know somebody.”

I glance over a Vivian and she has a tight smile on her face. Clearly she runs things between them two. I wonder why Shelia is even friends with her because I’m getting a total bitch vibe and Shelia is definitely one to easily be trampled on.

“So do either of you have a boyfriend?” Vivian asks.

Em and I both laugh. “We were just talking about this actually,” Em responds. “We don’t know why we can’t find any nice guys.”