Her Client- The Complete Series

by Sally E Xander

  My legs shook with effort as I lowered myself until I hovered just above her lap. She could no longer move her hand on my pussy, but it didn’t matter. I gripped her face with both hands and took charge of our next kiss. With the taste of her mouth and the feel of her hands on my body, I felt my wetness slide down my leg.

  Our tongues tangled until I was forced to take a breath. I licked and kissed my way down her neck until I reached the top of her blouse. I quickly unbuttoned her top and pushed it off forcing her to let go of me. I took the opportunity to hold her arms down with her blouse. It gave me the chance to suck on her nipples through her lacy bra.

  With a moan on her lips, she pushed her chest out giving me better access. I pressed both cups down giving me access to her pretty little nipples that begged for my mouth. With my mouth on one breast and my hand on the other, she managed to get out of her shirt. The next thing I knew I was beneath her with her hands all over me.

  She slid one hand down the center of my chest pushing the fabric away from my barely covered breasts. I held her head against my chest as she took turns kissing, licking and sucking my breasts. She rolled her tongue around my nipple causing me to cry out. I swore I could come just with her mouth on my tits.

  Did it torture her as much as it did me?

  With one arm, she braced herself above me while she traced down my body with her tongue. I lifted one leg, so it centered between her thighs then lightly pushed up. Her skirt was tight, but I managed to pull it high enough until my knee rubbed against her pantie covered pussy.

  I could see the frustration in her eyes as she moved against my thigh. It wasn’t enough. I slid one hand between her panties and her warm heat.

  When my fingers traced the lips of her soaked pussy, her mouth met mine in another heated kiss. As I slid a finger inside, the kiss intensified. I had to turn my head for just a moment to catch my breath. With heavy-lidded eyes and shallow breathes she begged me for more.

  I pressed two more fingers into her sweet pussy causing her to cry out, “Oh God, Angel.” Her breathing increased as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. When I could tell she was getting close, I rubbed the palm of my hand against her clit until she finally screamed “Yes!”

  Her body shook above me, and I felt her body grow heavy as she lost her ability to hold herself up.

  When her breathing slowed, she lifted her head and kissed me again. Half laughing and half crying she said, “I needed that, Angel.” Her expression turned serious when she pushed a hand behind my neck and ran her fingers through my hair. “I needed you.”

  It felt like my breath was knocked out of me by her words, but the air was replaced when she pressed her lips against mine. This time sweet, soft and languid. I loved how she allowed herself to be vulnerable with me. She deserved the same in return.

  Running my fingers up her back causing goosebumps to pop up on her skin I admitted, “I needed you too.”

  Her smile she gave me was a mix of relief and a bit of a sexy grin. Did she know how just being in the same room with her affected me? How much she had changed me?

  When I made an attempt to move from beneath her, she straddled my hips and shook her head. “You didn’t come, Angel. I can’t have that.” The seductive smile she gave me sent chills down my spine. If she was trying to seduce me, she was too late. She already had.

  With her legs pressed against my sides, she cupped my breasts and played with my nipples. With her every touch, my pussy ached for relief. Jane hadn’t been wrong, I still needed to come. With my thigh squeezed together, I tried to ease some pressure, but it wasn’t working.

  Jane noticed what I was doing and shook her head. As she slid down my body, she left a trail of her juices on my legs along with small kisses. When she reached my pelvic bone, she looked up at me with a sexy grin before she took one long lick of my sensitive pussy.

  I screamed, “Yes!” as I pumped my hips begging for more. Jane didn’t need me to guide her. She opened me up licked me again and again until I was crying for more. Without missing a beat, Jane had her fingers in me, rubbing against my g-spot. The way she owned my body had me gripping my pillows and pumping my hips into her.

  The moment her tongue circled my clit, I was screaming her name. I had never come so hard or felt more out of control than in that moment.

  “Fuck, Angel. You’re amazing and so incredibly beautiful.”

  I had no words. All I could do was pull her up until her naked body was pressed against mine.

  Our lips met, and when I tasted myself on her tongue, I moaned into her mouth. I wasn’t alone.

  I moved out from beneath her until we were both on our sides facing each other on the couch. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to be until I loved having her sweaty body against mine. With the feel of her nipples against my skin, I leaned in and kissed her. Again, and again and again. I couldn’t get enough of her. Our legs tangled until I had my thigh at her apex and hers on mine. I felt her wetness and was sure she had felt mine. She needed to come again, and I wanted nothing more than to please her.

  As we undulated against each other, our thighs rubbing against each other’s pussies, I felt her getting closer and closer. Just as I slid my hand down to touch her clit, she came.

  I kissed her mouth as she kept moving against me until she relaxed next to me a slightly drugged look on her face. It gave me a strange sense of pride that I did that for her.

  Somewhere between our second and third round, we made it to the bed where we had a little more room to maneuver.

  We laid in silence facing each other. It wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact it felt just the opposite. We stared into each other’s eyes as Jane drew circles around my nipples with the tip of her finger. Every once in a while, would lean in and lick one or both. When I asked if she wanted another round, she shook her head and claimed she just wanted to touch me. Who was I to complain? I loved her touch and loved being near her.

  Breaking the silence, I asked a question I probably should have saved for later. “Is Jane your real name?”

  Her eyes widened, and it took a few seconds before she replied. “Is Angel yours?”

  I laughed because I had just realized she thought I had used an alias. I should have, but it was too late now. “It is.”

  “Oh.” The surprise in her voice matched the look on her face. “Umm, no. Jane isn’t my real name.”

  She drew her hand away as she moved to lay on her back. I hated that she was pulling away. “You don’t have to tell me. I was just curious.”

  With a sigh, she turned her head until she was looking at me again. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”

  “Shhh,” I covered her lips with my fingers and then my lips. Within seconds I felt her body relax. I hated to admit that I wished she would tell me her name. I knew better, I really did. She was a client. Of course, she would want to keep her anonymity. “No matter what your name is, I like you, Jane.”

  So many emotions crossed her face before she gave me a sweet smile. “Thank you, Angel.”

  6

  Returning home after my time with Jane, a restlessness settled over me. She was messing with my sanity. I wanted more. I wanted things that weren’t possible. But most of all I hated the fact that I was paid to fuck her. I wanted her without money or Bev involved.

  It was one thing getting paid for clients like Jeffrey where it felt like a job. He might be attractive, but having sex with him was what I was paid to do. Jane no longer did. I’m not sure I ever saw her as just a client since the moment she walked into that hotel room.

  No amount of wishing would change things though. I still needed money and being a call-girl was a quick way to get it.

  I mean, even if we had never met through Bev, the chances of me meeting Jane outside of that hotel room was unlikely. I wasn’t even sure if I would have ever seen her the same way as I did now. It was our time alone in that hotel room that made me see her and what I had been missing…what I hadn’t known I wanted.

 
My warring thoughts would have gotten the best of me if I hadn’t walked in on Becky rushing around the apartment in a see-through lacy bra and a barely there thong. I wasn’t sure either could be considered underwear because of the sheer lack of fabric. She was grumbling about cutting off men’s balls and appendages.

  Dropping my bag next to the door, I took a few careful steps toward her with my hands out trying to calm her down. “What’s going on?”

  Becky stopped in her tracks and stared at me with wide eyes. “We,” she pointed back and forth between us, “are going out because that asshole dumped me and I need to find a hot guy to fuck.”

  “Okaaaay.” It took me a few seconds to catch up. I wanted to do a little cheer about her boyfriend dumping her though in my opinion, it should have been the other way around. “What are we doing?” Since I was finished with finals and not near ready or capable of sleep, I was all for going out.

  “Any bar or club where I can get drunk and grind up against a guy.”

  I bit my lip to keep from laughing because she was dead serious. “Alright. Let me change.”

  Becky and her barely contained breasts bounced toward me until she had her arms wrapped around me in a bear hug. I still wasn’t ready to be that friendly with her, I doubted I ever would be. So I patted her back then moved out of her arms. “It won’t take me long to get ready.”

  It was impressive to watch her mood shift from crazytown to elated.

  After changing into a tight mini skirt and shimmery top that made it impossible to wear a bra, we met in the bathroom while we fixed our makeup and hair.

  Staring at my reflection, I smiled thinking about why my makeup had worn off and why my hair looked like someone had run their fingers through it.

  I wondered as much hoped, I still smelled like Jane. It was the reason I didn’t shower. As crazy as it sounded, I wanted to hold onto her anyway I could as long as I could. I refused to think too hard on my reason why. My obsession probably wasn’t healthy but I couldn’t help myself.

  “You had your female client tonight?” I only nodded hoping my lack of response would keep her from asking more questions but she didn’t take my hint. “How’s it going with her?” she was watching me through the reflection of the mirror. I wondered if she knew Jane was different for me.

  “I don’t want to talk about my clients.” Becky’s smile fell for a brief moment, but soon she was back to being bubbly especially when I asked what type of guy she was looking for tonight.

  I wasn’t sorry for my curt answer especially when it came to Jane. She deserved better than to be gossiped about. Plus I was afraid Becky would see that I viewed Jane differently from my other clients.

  Becky took my hand as we entered the packed club and headed straight for the bar pushing her way through the throngs of people until she reached her destination. After giving the bar tender a good view of her tits, we had two shots each sitting in front of us.

  With my third drink in hand, I followed Becky to the dance floor. I still couldn’t believe how busy it was for a Thursday. We must not have been the only students finished with finals today. As we pushed our way through, I noticed a lot of familiar faces from around campus but relieved I didn’t know any of them. I wanted to let lose, enjoy the alcohol and dance until my mind was clear of everything…especially Jane.

  It didn’t take long for Becky to find her man for the evening a guy who appeared to be more muscle than brain, her usual.

  A half a song later, I was no longer dancing by myself. I only had a brief look at the guy before he had his fingers pressed into my hips and my body moving against his. I honestly didn’t care who he was or what he looked like. I just wanted to escape for a little while.

  As I closed my eyes and lost myself in the movement, it was no longer the guy touching me, it was her.

  It was always her.

  Jane.

  “Fuck,” I sighed.

  She was messing with my mind, and the alcohol seemed to be making it worse.

  “That’s what I was thinking,” the hot guy said into my ear right before he licked the sweat off my neck.

  I turned in his arms no longer wanting to face him especially since he wasn’t who I wanted to be dancing with. Or have touched me. Or have licked my neck.

  Once again, I closed my eyes and moved to the music trying to ignore the guy's hard-on pressed into my back. If we had met a few months ago, he might have had a chance but now…

  I felt my body heat up as I thought about Jane pressing her sweat body against mine as moved to the music. She kept her eyes on me as she slid her hands up my legs until she had my skirt hiked up above my now wet panties. The familiar warmth that spread through me had my pussy pulsing with the music. God Damn it! She was making me crazy and she wasn’t even here!

  “Hey,” I turned around and went on my toes to speak to the hot guy. “I need to go to the ladies room,” I shouted over the music.

  He pressed his lips against my ear and said, “I’ll wait for you.”

  I shook my head, “Please don’t.” I turned away before I could get a reply. He needed to know I wasn’t ever going to be interested.

  Instead of heading to the bathroom, I made my way to the exit where I texted Becky to let her know I was heading home. Well, now I knew not even alcohol could get her out of my head.

  As I stood on the curb waiting for a cab, I shook my head. “What the fuck am I going to do now?”

  Her Client Part 4

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  For Roman and Emily

  1

  It was officially Spring Break, and I had nothing to do. Sitting on the couch on a Tuesday morning, I flipped through morning news shows and found myself…bored.

  For the first time since…I can’t even remember when I didn’t have an annoying roommate to complain about. Jayla and Lisa were happily enjoying themselves on some beautiful beach. The proof was in the selfies Jayla sent me multiple times a day. And I didn’t even have my school friends around. They were all having fun, drinking themselves into oblivion and making bad decisions. I wanted to make bad decisions too, especially if they included a beach, sexy bodies, and alcohol.

  You would think I would have at least appreciated having a full week of no responsibility. No early morning classes, hours of studying, taking tests, or writing papers, but I’m not. This week wasn’t turning out the way I had imagined.

  The apartment complex was nearly empty with all the college students gone for Spring Break.

  “Ugh,” I whined as I glanced around my sparkling clean apartment. I thought for sure it would take at least a few days to deep clean it, but it didn't.

  Now what?

  Growing up, my mother would say, “Only boring people get bored,” whenever I complained about there being nothing to do during the summer.

  “Was I boring?” I mumbled to myself.

  I slumped against the couch. “Now I’m talking to myself.” Why wasn’t I enjoying this? Why was I looking forward to the weekend and my job as a nanny? I liked my job, but I never had that moment where I thought, “I can’t wait to work.” But here I was excited for the weekend…several days away. My week was only made worse when I received a call from my other boss, Bev, last night.

  “I was calling to let you know that your appointments with Jeffrey and Jane have been canceled.” I had known about Jeffrey since he had mentioned going out of town but Jane hadn’t said a word last week.

  I didn't have time to let Jane's cancellation sink before Bev said, “But I’ve scheduled for you to meet with a regular client of ours. You’ll meet
Ronald at the hotel. From there, he will take you to a very private sex club outside of the city.”

  Wait! What?

  The words sex club raced through my mind in flashing neon lights. It was one thing to go to dinner or party with a client, but an actual sex club was another thing entirely. I pictured chains and whips on the walls. People wearing masks, lots of leather and assless chaps. None of which appealed to me or made me feel better about meeting with this client.

  Before I could protest, she said, “Like I said, he’s a regular client who takes the girls to the club. You have nothing to worry about.”

  “Are you sure?” I pressed because I didn’t want to end up on the news as a victim of some weird sex club accident. “I’ve never met with a client outside the hotel.”

  With a heavy sigh of frustration, she said, “Trust me. You’ll be safe, and chances are very good, if history repeats itself, you won’t be having sex with the guy. You’ll just be pretty arm candy.”

  But would I have to have sex with other people? I don’t remember ever discussing that. “I’m still not sure…”

  “Angel, I don’t have time for this. I’m telling you, you are meeting with him. Be at the hotel by nine wearing something that is on the edge of indecent or you will no longer be working for me.”

  I clenched my jaw but managed to say, “I’ll be there.”

  She hung up without saying another word.

  If it wasn’t for Jane, and the possibility of never seeing her again, I would have risked getting fired. Now that I had time to dwell on the fact that I wouldn’t be seeing Jane this week, my heart sunk.

  She was my addiction.

  It bothered me that she canceled and with nobody to distract me, my mind went to the worst-case scenarios. Like she no longer wanted to be my client, or she met a woman she wanted to commit too.

  I had to do something, but what?