Her Client- The Complete Series

by Sally E Xander

  Her Client The Complete Series

  Volume 1-7

  Sally E. Xander

  Edited by

  Roman Carter

  Contents

  Her Client Part 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Her Client Part 2

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Her Client Part 3

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Her Client Part 4

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Her Client Part 5

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Her Client Part 6

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Her Client Part 7

  Note From Author

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Also by Sally E. Xander

  Her Client Part 1

  Copyright © 2017 by Sally E Xander

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Photo: Shutterstock

  Cover Design: Cristin Cooper

  Created with Vellum

  For Roman and Emily

  1

  As I swung my backpack over my shoulder, the professor reminded the class of our final exam next week. Like I needed a reminder. I had been stressing about it since the first day of the term. If it weren't mandatory, I would’ve dropped out the first day. It didn’t help that I hadn’t had a lot of time to study the past two weeks. The two busiest weeks of my life. Between studying, working as a nanny on the weekends and picking up a new job a few weeks ago, I was almost at my breaking point.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out to see a text from my new boss. “Speak of the devil,” I mumbled as I followed a line of students out of the classroom.

  I still wasn’t sure how my roommate talked me into taking a second job. On second thought, I knew exactly how.

  I needed money.

  Bad.

  My car needed repairs, tuition was due for next term, and I had an annoying need to eat and have a roof over my head. I was only getting by on my almost maxed out credit card. I was one credit card payment away from having to drop out or live in my broken-down car. Neither was an option for me. I wasn’t known for giving up, so I did what I had to do. Took another job. One that paid more than I would make once I graduated with my degree.

  Being a call girl was never something I imagined doing. You don’t grow up in a conservative, Christian, hard working family and think, “Oh yeah. I want to sell my body.” But here I was fucking men who paid me lots of money at least three days a week. If my parents knew, they would have killed me. But then again, they were the ones that gave me a stripper name. Angel. Seriously, if that didn't scream blonde, big breasted, naked, woman dancing on a pole, then I didn't know what did.

  The first time, I met a client, I thought I would throw up. Not because of having sex with a stranger made me sick to my stomach. I had my fair share of one night stands. Oh, no. Sex with strangers wasn’t an issue, but the john’s age was. When the old man, emphasis old, stepped into the hotel room, I understood why he had to pay for it. Not to be mean, but the guy’s wrinkles had wrinkles, and he joked about his new teeth. He also had to take a little blue pill to get it up and keep it up. I’m not judging...just saying.

  Luckily, he was a nice man, so it wasn’t completely awful, but I wasn’t terribly excited for a repeat with him.

  Bev, my boss, said the old man only hired girls once every couple of months. He enjoyed trying out different call girls so at least I wouldn’t have to see him again. At least not anytime soon.

  Since the old man, I’ve had three other clients. Two were middle aged, one of which I suspected was married if the ring on his finger was any indication. I didn’t know the social status of the other two, and honestly, I didn’t care.

  Luckily for me, the one man I had fun with kept coming back for more. I wasn’t sure if I should be flattered or not, but I was. He was a dirty talking twenty something that was moderately attractive.

  When I stepped outside the building, I found a private spot under a tree to read the text.

  I had to do a double take.

  Bev: I have a new client for you. A woman.

  Uh. What? Was She serious?

  When Bev and I met a month ago and discussed what would be expected she never once brought up women. At least a woman on her own. I was told eventually if I did well, she would have me take on clients who wanted threesomes. I assumed that meant men and women. But she never said I would be taking on women clients on their own. Just the idea was more…intimidating. Especially considering I had never been with a female before.

  And why did it surprise me that a woman would pay for sex? I mean even the least attractive of my friends could get laid anytime she wanted. So why would this woman need to pay for sex? There had to be a story there, and I was dying to find out.

  Angel: I’ve never been with a woman.

  Bev needed to be warned. The client probably expected to pay someone with at least a little bit of girl on girl experience.

  Bev: She saw your picture and wants you. Her name is Jane. Or at least you will call her that.

  Ha.

  Not so clever alias.

  Well, I guess if Jane Doe wants me then she can have me. Experienced or not.

  Bev: This client needs complete privacy so take extra precautions to keep your meeting private.

  Angel: Does she have any requests?

  With each growing minute, I grew more nervous. Bev needed to find someone else to take my place. Someone with skill especially if she was a new client.

  Bev: Just you. Make her feel wanted and desired. It’s easy.

  Okay, I knew what would make me feel wanted and desired. I suspected most people felt the same way, but it didn’t ease my concern.

  I never imagined I would have regretted not going home with the hot girl I met at a party last year. At least I would have had a little more experience under my belt.

  Bev: By the way, I wasn’t asking. I’m telling you. You have a new client. Meet her tonight at 8 PM. The reservation has been made. Your usual room. I’m counting on you not to fuck this up. If you can’t handle it, then tonight will be your last night.

  I groaned drawing attention from other students hurrying to their next class.

  I gave them a weak smile and then stared back down at my phone.

  No pressure.

  Just next terms tuition on the line.

  No biggie.

  Sigh.

  2

  “How do
I look?” I turned around in front of my closet mirror. My roommate Becky tilted her head and examined my fifth dress change. To say I was nervous would have been an understatement.

  Getting anxious before meeting a client was nothing new. But I couldn’t let go of my fear that I was going to blow it tonight.

  Becky smiled. “That’s the one!” I agreed. This dress was sexy, easy to remove but didn’t look like I was trying too hard. “God, I still can’t believe you’re going to have your first girl on girl experience. You’ll love it.”

  I raised my brows at her declaration. She had never told me this had been a possibility. “You didn’t say you had a female client.”

  “I haven’t. I hooked up with a girl in high school several times.”

  I stared at her waiting for her to tell me more. I met Becky our Freshman year of college. The following year, we became roommates and moved to an apartment off campus. We were friends but not the kind that shared everything. Obviously, since I knew nothing about her and this girl.

  Taking my hint, she grinned and kept talking. “Our boyfriends were brothers. They threw a party one night. She and I got wasted and ended up doing it in their parents’ bedroom. The brothers were too busy drinking and playing video games to notice we had snuck away. After that night, we planned regular “girl nights” where we spent the evening in bed. Our boyfriends never found out.”

  Becky stuck out her lower lip. “Unfortunately for the women of the world, she ended up marrying the boyfriend.” The wistful look on her face made me laugh. With a sigh, Becky said, “She’s still the best I’ve ever had. What she could do with her tongue and fingers…oh God. It makes me wet just thinking about it.”

  Speaking of wet. The lesbian porn playing in the background was coming to an end, and I didn’t feel any more confident. I could do everything they did, but I also knew that sex was rarely like porn movies. But it did give me some ideas. Plus I planned to order a bottle of wine to help loosen me up.

  “Angel, you’re worried over nothing.” Easy for her to say. “Like Bev said, just do what you would like but better. You have a sweet spot and know what feels good.”

  I slumped on the bed next to her. “What if she expects toys or something? I’ve never used a strap-on.” Like the two porn stars still going at it.

  “If they can do it,” Becky pointed to the two women on my laptop screen then pointed to me. “Then you can do it.”

  Becky was right. I could do this. I loved sex, and it would be fun to try something new. “Do you want to make out for practice?” she asked.

  If Becky hadn’t looked so serious, I would have laughed, but instead I said, “No thanks.” My roommate was cute, but kissing her seemed like a bad idea all around. We still had one more college term before graduation, and I didn’t want to make things weird between us.

  As I stood up, my phone rang. I thought for sure it was Bev checking in on me. After our earlier texts, I knew she worried about how I would handle my new client. But it wasn't Bev; it was Mark, the father of the little boy I babysat on the weekends.

  Mark was a nice guy and taking care of his son, Ethan was a fun job. In fact, Ethan was the reason I kept working for them even though I made enough money fucking strangers a few days a week.

  I pressed the phone to my ear while I used my free hand to work on my makeup. “Hey Mark, what’s up?”

  “I know it’s last minute but could you babysit Ethan tonight?” The desperation in his voice made me want to say yes of course, but I needed my new job.

  “I’m sorry but I can’t. I have plans until around 11:00 tonight.”

  “But you could after 11:00? My mom could watch him until then, but she claims that she turns into a pumpkin at midnight and hates not sleeping in her own bed. I wouldn’t ask, but I have a buddy who just called to tell me he’ll be in the city tonight and asked if we could meet up.”

  Without thinking about it, I said, “I’ll be there before your mom can turn into a pumpkin.” His sigh of relief put a smile on my face.

  When I hung up, Becky gave me a grin that was filled with mischievous humor. “You liiiiiike him,” she teased. I did, but not in the way she was thinking. I thought of Mark as an older brother. The idea of doing anything with him was ick.

  Rolling my eyes, I didn’t bother responding to her. “I swear this is the last time I’ll ask. Do I look okay?”

  “You look hot!”

  Becky followed me to the front door and just as I opened it she said, “Have fun licking pussy tonight.” Our elderly next door neighbor picked the perfect moment to step out of her apartment. Mrs. Hansen's eyes rounded and she covered her mouth with a shaky hand.

  “Hi Mrs. Hansen,” Becky said barely managing not to laugh at dear neighbors shocked expression.

  I had a feeling we wouldn’t be getting any more home baked cookies from our sweet neighbor.

  I quickly walked past our neighbor and hurried to my car praying to the Car Gods that it would start.

  To my relief, it only took two tries for her to start up.

  Thirty minutes later, I pulled up to the hotel with a nervous lump in my stomach. As I took in a deep breath, I told myself I had nothing to worry about.

  3

  I paced the hotel suite questioning everything I had planned. Waiting for Jane to arrive was torture. If she hadn't shown up within minutes, I would have talked myself into a new plan.

  That was one thing about me. I was a planner, and that didn’t change when I took this job. The more specific instructions the client gave, the easier it was to prepare our evenings. But with Jane, it was all a guessing game. It drove me crazy that she didn’t give any specifics.

  I swiped at the phantom wrinkles on my dress and switched sides that my long brown hair hung. Tonight, I was going for soft. The simple silk dress moved with my body. I slipped out of my shoes hoping it would help me and Jane relax to see me laid back.

  My makeup was light with a sheen of red lip gloss to emphasize my mouth. I had to admit I had fucking amazing natural pouty lips.

  Thank you, mother.

  I had been told more than once that they looked great when I sucked cock. Not that that would be in the plans for this evening.

  A bead of sweat ran down my neck. I grabbed a tissue and ran it from neck down to the center of my breasts. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself.

  She’s just a client.

  I can do this.

  My belly tightened as I thought about going down on a girl.

  Going down on Jane.

  I never thought much about how other women kept their pussy, but I wondered if I would see a forest of hair, a landing strip or smooth skin.

  My heart thumped in my chest as I scanned my memories of the best times men gave me oral. I took mental notes of what to try on her. I wanted to please her more than any other client, and it wasn’t because my job was on the line. Being with a woman was a challenge that I wanted to take on.

  A light tap on the door forced all the oxygen out of my lungs.

  She's here.

  I took my time to get to the door and slowly opened it. The woman on the opposite side held a nervous smile as she fidgeted with her bag. “Angel?” she asked.

  Jane was a tall beauty at least four inches taller than me and thin. I took her to be in her late twenties. Under her business suit, I could see some curves and my stomach flipped as I imagined what I would find beneath it.

  From the way she dressed, I assumed she came straight from work. She was buttoned up from her clothes, sensible shoes to her blonde hair in a tight bun.

  I opened the door wider and welcomed her in. She took a reserved step inside and then I saw it. The fear in her eyes. She wasn’t sure about this either. Something about seeing her vulnerable like this ignited something in me. I wanted her to be here, and I wanted to be the one to loosen her up and make her feel good.

  Taking her hand, I looked into her eyes and gave her a sincere smile. “I'm glad you're here. Le
t me get your coat.”

  Her shoulders released some of the strain she had been carrying. I closed the door and lightly touched her as I lifted her bag off her shoulder and helped her out of her coat.

  She stood stiffly as she watched me hang up her things in the closet. I could feel her need to have me do something to ease the nervous tension. My fingers grazed hers as I leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Can I take off your suit jacket?”

  Jane was so tense; I half expected her to jump away from my touch. Instead, she leaned in, and I felt her release a breath against my cheek.

  She didn't say a word but gave me a slight nod. In my head, I pretended she was a scared kitten and took care not to make any sudden moves. She had yet spoken besides saying my name when I answered the door. Everything about Jane looked like she needed somebody to take care of her. And I planned to do just that. I was determined to bring out her softer side and help set her free from her buttoned up appearance.

  As I took her suit jacket, I made a point to touch her. A graze here, a touch there. Once I hung it up, I took her hand and guided her to the couch in the small living area of the suite. “Take a seat. Would you like some wine?” I lifted the bottle, and she said the first words of the evening.