Jared wasn’t into BDSM or anything; however, he was very masculine, and quite dominant. He was aggressive, yet gentle; forceful, yet tender. He slapped my ass hard and grunted like a caveman as he thrust himself through my plump sugarwalls, yet he was always attentive to my reaction. He whispered sweet nastiness in my ear, and my pussy would erupt, releasing hot, sugary waves of creamy sweetness.
Jared mastered me. He controlled my body, but most importantly, he mastered my mind, and that’s because he mastered my mind.
Sucking Jared… that’s when giving head became pleasurable. A man who worships your mind and spirit as much as your sex appeal makes you feel every ounce of the woman you truly are makes you feel deeply affirmed from the inside out. When you’re used to being solely celebrated for your looks, it gets old. Being admired for your intellect, cherished for your inner beauty and fucked because you’re so gotdamn sexy is such an indescribable feeling that could only be repaid through sucking the soul of your man’s penis.
Jared transformed everything I knew about sex and pleasure. Everything. Fellatio transmuted from a simple skill meant to stimulate and excite only him into an art form. I wasn’t just swirling and pulling on his dick with my mouth and jaws just to get him up as soon as possible. I began lovingly polishing his rod, giving it a palatial spot clean that demonstrated my passion and appreciation of the man he was to me.
Sucking Jared’s cock, I learned to appreciate the art of an amazing blowjob. I inhaled the power of slowing it down when it was time to perform. I learned to spread a man’s legs slow, take in the masculine power that lay between them and lean in to shamelessly indulge in his robust scent. I learned to slowly trace my tongue from the base and drag it over the terrain of his hard shaft, leaving no vein, ridge or groove uncovered as I nudged it to awaken in its full power.
As an escort, you’re being paid to worship the client’s body, usually his penis. To worship a man’s cock in such a shameless and careful manner requires a deep connection. I work on borrowed time; sometimes the client’s physical package is anything but impressive and the mental stimulation isn’t there. In order to master my performance, I’d refer to the theater of the mind.
I’d make love to the client’s penis as if I were making love to Jared. I cast so much passion and pleasure into what I was doing that even the crankiest client would forget about having sex because I’d suck the tension out and turn the appetizer into the main act.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Today was my one-year anniversary in Dallas, and it was just a few days shy of my first year at GemTech. Reflecting back on my growth and development, I was very proud of myself. I embraced the loss of an exciting and passionate love affair, moved thousands of miles away from everything and everyone I’ve ever known, and embarked on a journey towards career success.
No part of my journey had been easy. I had to really come to terms with the truth of living on my own, my loneliness and work after graduation. Things weren’t as pie in the sky as they seemed. I ran flying into Dallas, high on the possibilities of life, but tripped on the realities of what it truly meant to be young and independent. Through the pain, sweat and tears, I managed to become a woman by any means necessary, even if I compromised my beliefs in the end.
Stacy and I were celebrating this evening with a round of drinks at a bar. I still wasn’t much of a drinker but this was bit of a special occasion. She and I never got to officially celebrate her twenty-first birthday. And in the midst of her life’s stress, plus sexual slavery to Dean, she needed something to celebrate.
Stacy continued to lean on me for emotional support after her confession regarding Dean, but we never spoke in details about it. As I’d leave out the door in the evenings, I’d give her a look of solemn solidarity and whisper “Stay strong.” Sometimes, I’d lighten the mood by raising my fist in an activist manner and telling her to fight the power. That’d be enough to lighten the mood.
“Ma’am yes ma’am!” she’d respond, lifting her fist and winking right back at me.
I still couldn’t bring myself to confess my second life to Stacy. For one, I never wanted anyone at my job to see that I was an escort on the side. While I wasn’t the PR “face” of GemTech, I was subject to potentially being the face as a visible employee of such a publicly traded corporation. Image was everything, and I had to do refrain from mixing my normal life with my other side.
My other reason for not divulging info was simple. I didn’t want to glorify what I was doing. Stacy would judge me for doing this, because as far as she was concerned I didn’t need to. I was educated and had options. I didn’t want her to look down on me; at the same time, I also feared she’d want me to help her make money as an escort also. Being an escort was something I never wanted her – or any woman I loved – to experience. There was nothing glamorous about this life, even though it had its moments.
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“So when are you going to let me come see you?” Jared asked.
He had kept true to his word. We stayed in contact ever since we’d last seen each other. Several conversations through phone, Skype and text had brought us together, giving us the opportunity to become reacquainted.
“I’m really busy at the moment, babe. We’re trying to get together a few new policies to update the corporate communications strategy,” I replied.
“Really? Care to tell me more, baby?” he asked, infusing a hint of curiosity in his tone. I giggled, because I could hear the undercurrent of disappointment it carried.
“Well,” I started. “We’ve realized that we don’t need Pinterest to target our audience. We’re now refining our overall social engagement approach and coming up with quick templates for general and emergency situations. This is going to allow us to respond quickly to immediate releases and urgent crises as needed, giving us the ability to look agile and on the ready.”
He did his best to feign interest. “That sounds pretty awesome. What does that have to do with you not being able to let me come see you?”
My heart quickened again. “I just would hate to have you come out here and I’m not ready for you, or at my best. I can get really wrapped up in what I’m doing. It eats up my time and energy. I didn’t get a hefty second raise after one year because I lollygagged through my work, J. I earned every penny.”
“I know that, Amy baby,” he chuckled. “Trust me, I know you’re about your business. That’s what attracts me to you. You channel the same passion and energy you have with me into your career. That doesn’t mean you can’t make some time for me if I come. I’m not asking to stay up under you the entire time – but it does mean that if this is going to work, we both have to compromise.”
My nipples hardened when he dropped his voice and growled. “I’ve been holding out and I need you to take care of me.”
A slight moan escaped my throat. “I want to take care of you too, baby.” Biting my lip, I added, “And I will.”
“You’d better.”
“Oh you already know…” I said. I looked at the time. It was 6:45 and I had an appointment at 8:00. Shit!
Clearing my throat, I told him. “Baby I have to go. I have an evening dinner with my boss and some clients. I’ll try to hit you before I head to bed, k?”
Getting off the phone with Jared was never easy, especially when he purred and expressed his primal need for me. However, it wasn’t personal. I was in the midst of getting ready for a client, and I needed to scramble. My hair was in a boring bun, I hadn’t taken a shower, and I needed to get to Hotel ZaZa before 8:00.
This was a previous client who had not only paid in full 48 hours in advance; he had tipped an extra $3,500. I didn’t remember the name on the account, but anyone who pays this much in advance and tips so nicely must be satisfied.
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On the way to ZaZa, I thought about Jared and I, our relationship, my life and how things would possibly work out.
Jared’s consistent desire was flattering; I felt good realizing he was sti
ll interested in us. It let me know I wasn’t crazy for thinking about him or fantasizing I was with him whenever I serviced clients.
Yet and still, I’d freeze up at the thought of him. I couldn’t deny the intense feelings and passion I had for him, but what if he changed his mind? I wasn’t sure I could survive him abandoning me without chase, yet again.
My chest tightened at the idea of losing him again. But it also tightened at the idea of losing him to my new lifestyle also. My side profession agitated the situation. Jared believed I hadn’t been sexually active since we reconnected. He operated under the impression that I was monogamously re-committed to us. I was emotionally monogamous. Physically? That was quite another story.
Men loved sex. They loved being uninhibited, and they loved an uninhibited woman. But because they sometimes had a side to them they didn’t wish to express to the women they loved, it was rare they were uninhibited with and uninhibited woman they respected. And they couldn’t stand the idea of another man expressing these dark and nasty passions those women either, even if she were an escort.
Jared was sexually uninhibited. But what would he think if he were ever to discover that I wasn’t just dirty little Amy who only unleashed her nasty and submissive, worshipful sex for him anymore? What if he learned all the things we did were used so I could make money as a paid escort? What if his discovery was enough to kill any chances of us making it work for good?
Right now, we were working things out. Everything was still in the air between us. Yet and still, I knew if our relationship progressed smoothly enough, we’d have to see each other more often.
I’d enjoyed little to none of the sex I’ve had with my clients. Not without fantasizing of him. No man could touch my body like Jared. No man could touch my heart like Jared. No man could bring pleasure like Jared. No man could make me fall in love like Jared.
Until things were ironed out, I had time. But the moment I decide to let Jared come out here is the moment I make the decision to quit the business before Jared could ever find out.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I made my way to ZaZa and arrived 15 minutes before our meeting time. The client paid for the room this time around, and told me the name the reservation was under, adding that he’d arrive after.
My client had special requests. I was to wear my hair in loose, messy waves, wear red lipstick and order a bottle of D’usse.
To satisfy him, I ordered the D’usse, and got two shots of Vegas Bombs for myself. I didn’t want to drink in front of the client today, but I had this feeling he’d be more dominant and demanding because he paid for it days in advance and tipped generously as well.
Standing in the hotel bathroom, I admired myself. Having washed my hair before putting it in a bun all day had given it the loose beach blonde waves look the client wanted. They weren’t exactly curling iron perfect, but I managed to make do.
My lips wore Rouge Dior, a classic and luxurious red that enhanced the undertones of my skin. I outlined them with a slightly darker cranberry color, then dabbed a lighter, pinkish red gloss on the center of my bottom lip, giving it an ombre effect made my lips look like succulent cock pillows.
I kept my eyes fairly simple. I used a clean application of black gel eyeliner with lots of mascara for a simple yet sexy effect. The green color in my eyes popped out against the red lipstick on their own, so they’d gain attention, but the subtle focus enticed you to pay more attention to my lips.
I wore an ivory-colored webbed thong and suspender set from Bordelle. The set was sexy and slightly bondage-like. I loved the way it enhanced my waist and gave me the illusion of a fuller ass. The matching push up bodice bra gave my breasts enhanced cleavage.
Most clients liked when I came to the door fully dressed, so I pulled on a one-shoulder cashmere sweater dress and stepped into ivory pumps with gold accents, and spritzed Carven on my pulse points to complete the look.
I had just gotten every hair into place when the knock at the suite alerted me. He’d arrived. I lightly pepped talked myself, saying I could do this in spite of the swirling thoughts I’ve had regarding Jared and I. At some point I needed to end this. At this point, though? The money was good and it was needed to level out my debts.
Opening the door, I was surprised to see the engineer, my first client when I began escorting. It had been months since I’d seen him that fateful night. We hadn’t spoken since. As easily as he had come was as easily as he’d gone.
He flashed that dazzling smile. “Hey beautiful. I’ve missed you.” As he walked in, he handed me a long stem rose. I inhaled its delicate fragrance, basking in the simple opulence of the gift. It was lovely.
Flustered, I giggled girlishly; internally chiding myself for the hard nipples and instant wetness he gave me, all thoughts of Jared flew out the window. Jared who?
“That’s so sweet of you. I missed you too, honey,” I said. “Come on in.”
As we embraced, he murmured, “You look amazing as usual. Even more amazing to me after being stuck in a room full of dusty old geezers and uptight pricks all day.”
“You’re so nice, darlin’. Tell me about your day.” I cued into the fantasy role of long-distance girlfriend again, warming up under the familiarity of him. His cologne, his hair, his touch – all of this provided a sense of ease and security that came from having felt so connected to him and enjoying our experience the first time around. (Well, besides the way he’d left, of course.)
Pouring himself a drink, the engineer told me about his current trip to Dallas. It started with a long flight from Seattle with a long layover in Denver the night before. He arrived to the hotel late, had just gotten to his room and was informed of last minute changes he was partially responsible for making by the meeting. Cutting it briefly, the meetings were longer than usual, everyone had opinions about the changes being made, and again, he’s been made responsible for smoothing the changes and suggestions out before leaving in a couple of days.
“Poor baby,” I said. “You need to sit over here and relax with me.”
“My feet have been kicking my ass all day too,” he added, removing his shoes before joining me on the couch. I silently thanked God that he didn’t have embarrassing foot odor issues, having flashbacks of a client who had sweaty, stinky and disgusting feet and still possessed the nerve to take his shoes off.
“Rub my feet for me?” he asked, gently placing his legs in my lap. A wave of heat caused my pussy to blush between my legs. There was something about his essence that aroused a more submissive side of me, one that craves to satisfy and obey. I peeled off his socks and began giving him a foot massage. I wasn’t a masseuse or anything. I just rubbed his feet the way I would want mine to be rubbed after a long day.
“You sure know how to treat a man, baby,” he groaned as I continued to release the tension from his feet. “I don’t call or text you as much as you would like, and I’m always busy. But you sure know how to remind me where I belong. Why are you so good to me?”
“Because you deserve it,” I replied coyly. Every man wants to be a King, even if it’s a fantasy.
My foot massage turned into a back massage, turned into a chest massage. When I rolled him onto his back, he was hard. I licked my lips when I felt his bulge underneath me. My pussy was nearing uncontrollable wetness and I still wore my dress.
Lightly buzzed from the D’usse, he placed his thick hands on my thighs and slid my dress up, exposing my thong and suspenders.
“You’re such a naughty girl,” he murmured, rubbing the sides of my hips in a circular motion. “Such a naughty girl…”
“You like?” I asked, continuing to rub his chest while trying my damnedest to ignore the tiny wildfire of desire set ablaze from feeling his cock harden even more as I straddled him.
He slapped my ass hard. “Love it when you’re my dirty angel, precious.”
The wildfire between my legs roared when he did that. I began slowly rocking myself back and forth on his bulge, moaning as I
paid attention to the sensations building as I satisfied myself on his bulge.
He sat up on his elbows slightly, basking in the pleasure of my impromptu performance. Slowly he rocked with me, helping me build up the intensity.
“Take it off, sexy,” he said, tugging a piece of my dress with his fingers. The sight of the full outfit, with my breasts pushed up in the bra elicited murmurs of indecipherable pleasure. He reached up and squeezed my breasts, then motioned for me to get topless.
My entire body exploded with desire when he touched my nipples. They remembered the way he massaged and rolled them and responded favorably to his touch. I threw my head back in pleasure and moaned yes when he did that, telling him that his touch was going to make me cum.
In response, he stopped what he was doing and looked up. “Yeah?”
Grabbing me by the ass, he pulled me forward until my thighs were on the other side of his face. He pressed his nose into my panties and inhaled the scent of my arousal, groaning in approval of my aroma.
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