by Hadley Knox
Madam of Suburbia
Book Three
Gigolo Murder
Hadley Knox
Maidenhead Publishing
Madam of Suburbia Book Three
Gigolo Murder
A Maidenhead Book
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2012 by Hadley Knox
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the publisher or author, excepting brief quotes used in reviews. No part of this book may be stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without permission of the publisher or author.
ISBN-13: 978-1-938345-92-0
ISBN-10: 1-938345-92-0
First Maidenhead E-Book Printing: September 2012
Printed in the United States of America
Books by Hadley Knox:
Madam of Suburbia
Breaking into the Business
Family Affair
Gigolo Murder
Note from the author:
This book is not meant to promote or condone prostitution in any form. Any viewpoints expressed by characters are meant purely for entertainment purposes and do not reflect my personal ideology.
All characters in this book are completely fictional and not based on any real individuals.
During sexual encounters, it is not specified in the story whether or not characters use any sort of protection. I have left it up to each reader to decide if this occurred.
Chapter One
Attrition was an issue I assumed I would always have to face when it came to the escorts who worked for me, but I never thought that attrition would occur from a murder. Moving on, getting too old, growing sick of the type of work finally made its way. Those were the ways in which I figured I would love the first gigolo who worked for me, but that didn’t turn out to be the case at all.
My life had finally reached a calming point, and most might consider it boring, I relished in it. Never before had everything just seemed to go right.
Three months had passed since my brother’s anniversary party, and things with Adam and me couldn’t be going better. We had made a firm commitment to one another, and I even referred to him as my boyfriend. It was such a strange word coming off my tongue, but I loved it every time.
My pet name, ‘prince,’ had even become a staple of our relationship. It was cheesy, I knew, but I still loved it. For some reason, when I called him that while we made love, he proceeded with a little more vigor.
With the kids back home from my parents, our time for sex had diminished some. Since he had a night job as a stripper at the Steel Hammer, we had to rely on time during the day. Since the kids had been out of school for the summer, those opportunities were cut down tremendously.
When Adam was at the house, Jake was practically in his face. I couldn’t deprive him of that time, as he had never had a positive male role model in the house. Jake had never bonded with my ex-husband Frank that way. Surprisingly, in all the talks that my son and boyfriend shared, Adam had still kept his occupation a secret.
Three weeks ago, the school year started back up. Adam and I had more time during the day to see to the one aspect in our relationship that we enjoyed most. Sex with him was unbelievably amazing. Within three days of the kids being back in school, we had done it in every room of the house, with the obvious exception of the kids’ rooms.
Much like my relationship, the business was doing well. The Madam of Suburbia had started accumulating more regular clients, which was guaranteed income for me and the guys. The phone calls were picking up steadily and Pearl had her work cut out for her. I was considering adding a second line, but then that would mean either I had to jump on the phone and help her, or that I would have to hire another person.
My top performers continued to be Greg, Mike, and Derrick. Greg maintained his regular book of business, while adding in a few here and there that we booked from the phone calls. He stayed busy, but he was bringing in more money for the Madam than ever before.
Mike’s business was climbing at an awe-inspiring rate. From my last projections, I predicted that he might reach Greg’s level in a few more weeks.
The bulk of Derrick’s clients came from his pool cleaning business. He estimated that he cleaned approximately fifty pools a week, and at first, only twelve of them had taken him up on the other service that he provided. I suggested that he start swimming in the nude and if caught, pretend that he didn’t know they were home. This particular trick was based off the real situation that the two of us had experienced. It had worked on me, and the two of us had screwed like rabbits on my patio a few months ago. He took my advice, and within two weeks that twelve had turned in twenty-three. The best part was that it left his evenings open for more clients that we booked from the calls.
My nerd, Ben, did so so. He was one of those that serviced a specific clientele. He wore glasses with messed up hair, and had a lanky, slightly muscular frame. But anyone could still see that he was a very handsome man. After careful observation of the clients who requested him, we both came to the conclusion that the women who hired him had some sort of fetish for the nerd, possibly from repressed urges to date the outcast in their younger years.
Requests for Hung had seen a recent boom. For weeks, Betsy pleaded with me to add the whole ‘ninja’ thing to the ad, but I had refused on the grounds that it just felt wrong to me. I finally relented, but only after Hung expressed his profound approval that it was not offensive to him, and likely wouldn’t be offensive to anyone who might be calling for the service. So we put it in the ad, and almost instantly, women were requesting the ninja. I couldn’t believe it.
Ray and Xavier still continued to struggle. It might not be entirely accurate that Ray was ‘struggling,’ as he was very happy with the quantity of jobs that he booked. Due to his portly build and the fact that he was at least ten years older than the other guys, he served a limited client base. I had never been able to figure out what type of woman hired him, as it appeared they came from all income levels, all ages, and all ethnicities. I settled for the answer that some women just liked a real meaty man.
Xavier’s problem stemmed from his girlfriend Monica. He stopped bringing her around so much, and she only came to about every other pool party that I threw weekly for the guys. She still hadn’t warmed up to the other girls in our group, including Dixie Tittle, which was strange because there wasn’t much attractive about poor Dixie.
I tried talking to him a few more times, but he wouldn’t relent. He said that he loved Monica, and wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that relationship, but he would continue struggling to make the cash necessary to support his family.
I also had a new guy. Hugh Ziegler was a recent German immigrant who had come to the United States in less than a decade. His English was good, but his accent persisted. At first, I thought that might be a big turn off for women, but I soon learned that it was in fact the opposite.
He came to me through Adam and Greg. Greg was a former dancer at the Steel Hammer, and Adam was one of the lead guys over there. Hugh needed some extra money, so he talked to me one day at a pool party, and we started working together. He had only been with me a week, and already, he was going to surpass Ray and Xavier’s income.
Most of the guys that worked with Adam were all very nice. Some of them had even started coming over to the weekly pool parties. It seemed to be
a natural thing since they were all friends with Adam, and most of them were well acquainted with Greg. Their inclusion didn’t seem to bother the other guys, so I was fine with it. Who would complain about another half dozen nearly naked, perfectly sculpted men running around their backyard? I know that Pearl, Betsy, and Dixie thoroughly enjoyed it. I even caught the sourpuss, Monica, staring at one of their chicken fights.
Betsy’s only complaint was the fact that two of her paramours were in attendance. She had slept with Hung on several occasions, while also sleeping with the stripper, Jed Fuller. He was the guy with the baseball player number at the Steel Hammer that she had taken home the night she met him. Apparently, their little go in the sack wasn’t their first.
As I returned from taking the kids to school, I heard Pearl in the office on the phone with a prospective client. She insisted on arriving earlier than we had originally dictated when she started working for me. As her best friend, it was nice to see her happy for a change. When she worked for the tyrant, Victor, at the insurance company, she had been miserable. Now that she had started working for me, she was a whole new person.
I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee, wondering when my prince would show up. He had worked last night, and I got a text around 3:00 AM that he had finally made it home. I wished he had come on over, but we had decided that on nights when the kids had school the next morning, he would just go to his place. Even though I wanted to see him every possible minute, it was a good system for Jake and Mallory.
I could have gone into the office, but I needed to do some work on my other job, and Pearl on the phone would interrupt me from my concentration. I had a box of manuscripts to get through, and I had to finish them by the end of the month.
The old banker’s box was under the console table in the living room, and I hauled it to the kitchen table. The publishing company that I worked for sent them to me in electronic format, but I was one of those people who couldn’t get used to reading digitally. I needed the feel of paper in my fingers as I perused the pages. Ben hounded me to get over that, as paper books appeared to be losing ground in the publishing and reading world, but I had to hold out.
When they sent over the manuscripts, I would just print them out, bind them at the local office supply store, and then read them, making my notes on the paper. It was more time consuming of course, because I still had to go back to the computer and make notes on the digital version of the document. I felt that I was somehow preserving my eyes by not staring at a computer screen for eight hours a day.
I pulled the latest manuscript from the box and sat down with my cup of coffee. The one that I was looking at was a recent acquisition by the publishing firm. It was the beginning of a young adult book series titled the ‘Department of Magic.’ The concept seemed interesting. From what I gathered from the initial paperwork that prefaced the manuscript, this was a story of how the traditional elements of fantasy worlds, such as trolls, fairies, wizards, dragons, and a bunch of others came over to Earth. The Department of Magic had been set up by the government to search out these elements and keep them from the public’s eye.
In the past two years, I discovered that I had a thirst for young adult fiction and had requested those manuscripts whenever possible. Most of the time, I found those stories more interesting and original, than some of the thrillers and romances getting churned out as of lately. I had read too many romances with a cowboy or vampire for the hero. Young adult still had its share of vampires, but the authors in that genre seemed to branch out in all sorts of ways that adult fiction had yet to venture.
I became so engrossed in the book that I completely lost track of time. When my doorbell rang, I looked down at the manuscript and saw that I was already on page one hundred and eighty-two.
Setting my coffee and pen down on the table, I leapt from my chair and walked towards the door quickly. Adam had a key, but for some reason, if I were home, he insisted on ringing the doorbell. No matter how many times I told him that he could just come on in, he felt that it was a matter of respect.
When I threw the door open, my rugged, blond haired prince stood smiling back at me. Like each time before, my heart started beating just a little faster.
Chapter Two
Had I known that one of my guys was about to meet his death a few days later, I might not have been so passionate with the way I devoured Adam that day.
I practically hauled him inside the house. As he entered the door, he picked me up and kissed me deeply. I pushed my hands against his chest and delighted in the feel of his arms around my back and my feet dangling in the air.
He kicked the door closed with his foot, never taking his focus off me. I hated the feeling of not sleeping in the bed with him, and that nocturnal loneliness always brought about a hunger for his touch the following day.
He reached his right hand down to my butt and scooped me up into his arms. Carrying me through the living room, he took me to the bedroom.
I was already working on his shirt as he carried me, popping the buttons of his shirt so that by the time he set me down next to the bed, I could just remove it completely from his torso. His tanned chest was smooth to the touch. He wasn’t an overly hairy guy anyway, but what little he did grow was shaved off for his performance at the Steel Hammer.
I kissed his chest repeatedly, working my way down the little mounds of his abdominal muscles. He was ticklish in that area and I felt him clench as I neared his waistline. I gripped the belt buckle and popped it apart. When he and I first met, I had the most trouble with buckles, but three months later, I was an expert.
Sliding his jeans down, I saw that he was wearing my favorite underwear. A skimpy blue number than I could tug down easily.
I smiled because he was completely naked and I still had all my clothes on.
Reaching down to the bottom of my shirt, he lifted it over my head and threw it on the floor. His left hand reached around my back to unsnap my bra while the right hand slid my skirt and panties down my legs. How he managed to strip me completely naked in less than three seconds had always baffled me. It was as if he had the superpower to make women naked. I wasn’t complaining though.
I lay back on the bed, and he followed me. I shifted towards the middle, laying on my side with my back to him. I knew that this was his favorite position, and I positioned myself as an invitation, and he smiled his acceptance.
My head was turned to face him a little so that I could kiss him while he worked his magic. He pressed his body up against the back of mine, and reached his right hand over me to cup one of my breasts. As he kissed me, he gently squeezed me. I could feel his hardness pressing against me. He pushed between my thighs.
Our lovemaking had reached a point where we had synchronized and so many aspects of our passion had become less complicated. He no longer had to guide himself into me. The lower parts of his body had programmed itself to find the exact spot on my body where it wanted to go. With just one short thrust, we were joined.
I groaned with pleasure and he grabbed my hip to reposition my lower body slightly. My back arched, but we never stopped kissing.
We made love just like that. He continued to buck his hips, and I fell into motion with him. His free hand explored my body, going from my breasts all of the way down to my inner thigh. I marveled at the fact that when making love, he used every available resource to make me feel intense pleasure.
I nearly screamed out, but he pushed his face against mine, using his own mouth to stifle my cry. I could feel the change of his rhythm, knowing that he was getting close. He groaned fiercely into my mouth like a rabid wolf as he climaxed.
I pulled back from his face and let my head fall to the pillow.
“Hello, dear,” he said to me with a smile.
“Hey, Adam,” I said. “Thanks for coming over.”
We both chuckled. On days where we hadn’t seen each other the night before, we had started this routine where we wouldn’t talk until after we had
made love. The first time we did that, neither of us realized that we hadn’t said a word to each other, and we had found that hilarious. Now we did it more as homage to that first time.
“That felt amazing,” he said. “I love that position. I feel like I get to hold you while we make love.”
“I like it, too,” I said. “You want some breakfast?”
“It’s almost lunch time,” he said.
“True,” I shrugged. “Let’s go shower.”
Like almost every time before, the shower just seemed to reignite our flame once again and give us that boost of energy we needed to make it one more time. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. This time, he sat on the little stone ledge of my shower while we made love a second time.
After we showered, I walked into my closet to pick out what I was going to wear that day. I turned around and saw that he had already dressed and left the room. It frustrated me how quick men could get ready. I picked out an outfit and then went into the kitchen.
He was already working on our lunch. He had the bread out and was making each of us a turkey and provolone sandwich. I watched him work, and once he stopped to blow me a kiss. Could he be any more perfect?
Suddenly, I had the urge to say something. It freaked me out, because I had only told one person those words before, and even then, I had done it more out of duty and less because I actually felt that way.
He saw me staring at him and stopped what he was doing.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I love you,” I blurted out.
His eyebrows shot up but the rest of him froze in place. At first, his reaction scared me. It was like I had just crossed into some uncharted, unwelcome area of his emotional psyche.
A smile formed on his mouth. “I love you, too.”