“You’re a professional.”
Picking up his jacket, he made his way down the long corridor toward his car. He never paid for a limousine driver. Going through all of his old expenses he’d discovered he’d wasted over a million dollars just in drivers and expensive cars. James learned from all of his past mistakes. He drove himself everywhere, and his lifestyle was modest. The suits were purchased for work, but when he didn’t work, he didn’t wear name-brand clothes.
Within twenty minutes he was outside the restaurant and hotel where she was waiting for him. He wondered if she was going to make it or if she was going to leave him hanging. This was the first client he wanted to impress more than anything.
He handed the keys to the valet and walked inside the lavish restaurant. The woman on the desk looked at him.
“Hello, Mr. Smith, your date is waiting for you.” She smiled at him as he passed.
James didn’t mix business with pleasure even though Evie had offered her body to him many times before. He’d always turned her down, not interested in having sex with anyone outside of his work.
Glancing over the romantic restaurant with the soft lighting and live band in the corner playing love music, James spotted her. She sat in the back, tucking some of her blonde curls behind her ears. The dress she wore looked to be a simple black cocktail dress. He’d already been notified that the funds had been transferred to his account. He didn’t know what it was about her that intrigued him. Several people looked her way. A couple of women looked at her with pity as if she’d been stood up. Some of the men looked at her with interest. She was an enigma in the room.
He moved toward her, and she didn’t even look up as he approached. Her gaze stayed on the drink in front of her. What was she drinking? Wine, spirits, beer? Her glass was clear, but he saw bubbles against the glass. Soda?
“Sorry to keep you waiting, baby,” he said, taking hold of her hand and kissing her knuckles. He never did this for any of the other women.
“James, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Her cheeks had gone a beautiful shade of red. He loved the color red, and it looked good on her.
James didn’t glance around the room. He reached over and took her glass. Taking a sip, he smiled. “Soda?”
“I don’t like anything alcoholic. I swear I’m over the age of consent.” She glanced down at the table. “God, I’m sounding like a total loser.”
“Not at all.” He chuckled, handing back the glass. The waiter approached their table. “I’ll have the same as she is.”
“What about food, sir?”
“We’ll call you back when we’re ready to order.” James didn’t want to rush dinner. He wanted to enjoy her company just a little more. The waiter left them a second later.
“You can drink if you’d like.”
“No, I’m happy to remember every moment of this.”
“Oh.” Her cheeks went an even deeper shade of red. Damn, if he could he’d take plenty of pictures to remember the way she looked in this moment.
“You’ve not done this before, have you?”
“No. I’ve not. This is all new territory to me.” She lifted her glass to take a sip. He saw she was trembling. Reaching over, he took hold of her free hand and gave her a gentle squeeze. “Whatever happens between us, happens, Haley. There’s no rush or pressure.”
She tucked her hair behind her ear again. He wanted her nerves to stop. This was his role, and he was a master at making women relax.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
“What?”
“Close your eyes.”
Haley let out a breath but closed her eyes.
“We’ve known each other a long time. We’re the best of friends. You’re Haley Ronald, a beautiful woman who is out on a date with your friend, James Smith. We’re seeing where this is going. We’re going to learn more about each other, eat good food, and drink perfectly good chilled soda.”
She laughed. The sound came out a little like a snort.
“Now, open your eyes.”
When she did, he saw the sparkle back in her eyes. “You’re good at this.”
He bowed his head.
“So, what would you like to know?” she asked.
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-five years old. You?”
“I’m thirty-six years old.” He’d come a long way in the last ten years. From bankrupt, broke, and homeless, to rich escort and businessman, all within ten years.
“Erm, okay I’m going to be a little honest here. I’ve never really been on a date. I mean, this is really complicated.”
There was something more to the red blushes. He didn’t know what they were, but by the end of the night he’d find out.
“You’ve never been in the company of an escort?”
She shook her head. “No. It’s—I don’t know. Maybe I have, but I’ve never known about it. When I was looking I saw a lot of ads, and by a lot, I really mean a lot. There was so much to take in, and I’m waffling, aren’t I? I just keep talking when I really should be quiet.”
“I like listening to you talk.” It was refreshing. She wasn’t like any of his other clients. Her innocence seemed to shine through. There was no way this woman was a virgin. Her innocence was refreshing and showed her ignorance of the ways of the world. She’d not been broken yet or hurt, but there’s no way any woman would use an escort service to rid themselves of their virginity. He couldn’t believe it.
“Yeah, well I talk too much. Tell me about yourself.”
“You’re not a cop, are you?”
“What? No, no of course not. Do I look like a cop? Shit, that’s what all cops would say. I watch too many movies.” She pressed a hand to her face. He finally noticed she wasn’t wearing any makeup. “Do I have something on my face?”
She started to wipe across her cheek.
“No, nothing.” He smiled picking up his wine glass. James was charmed by her. “What would you like to know?” he asked.
“Well, erm, do you have any hobbies or is there anything you like?” She leaned forward, staring at him.
“I like watching sports like every other guy.”
“I don’t want your trained answers, James. Is that your real name?”
“Yes, it’s my real name. Is Haley yours?”
“I’ve not got a secret life to hide.”
James glanced down at his wine glass. This was entirely too personal. Usually he kept the women talking about themselves. “I don’t do a lot to be honest. You know what I do. Most women don’t ask this.”
“You’re not going to name names are you? I’ll ask for my money back.” Her hand went over her mouth. “Shit, sorry.”
Chuckling, James lost himself in her glinting blue eyes. With her, and he’d been with her ten minutes, this felt like a real date. Had he ever been on a real date before? He couldn’t remember. When he had money girls flocked to him, but did they flock to him because of him or his money? Fuck, where was all this analyzing coming from? It didn’t matter. The past didn’t matter.
“I don’t watch sports. I visit the gym to keep in the peak of health and fitness. I lift weights, I run, and I swim.” Everything he did in life was to make sure his business remained the best. He demanded it of all of his employees as well. Pure Filth was a reputable business, second to none. “I also make it my personal mission to explore all themes of pleasure. Everyone deserves to live out their fantasies.”
She licked her lips, and her blush had turned into a flush. Her eyes were dilated, and she was aroused.
“What fantasies?” she asked.
“Anything and everything.” How far could he take her? “I’m a professionally trained Dom.”
Her eyes went wide.
“Do you know what that is?”
“Yeah, I do. I think everyone knows what that is, and if they didn’t they do now.”
Recent erotic books had brought him a lot of business. He wasn’t goi
ng to complain.
****
The entire room fell away, and the only person she saw was him. Haley’s heart raced. James was an escort, and yet, in those few moments she saw someone else.
“You’re a Dom?”
“Are you a sub?”
“I don’t know what I am.” She tucked her hair behind her ears, wishing for something to do with her hands. This was possibly the worst idea Clara had ever had. There’s no way she could lose her virginity here, but she wanted to more than anything else. James didn’t look at her with disgust, which was a first.
All week at work had been crazy. It was busy like always, but one of the guys who hung around the coffee pot exchanging their sexual conquests, had started to be nice to her. She didn’t trust him. Something was going on, and she wasn’t an idiot. It involved her.
“Don’t worry. I wouldn’t put you through anything you didn’t want.”
She smiled, taking a sip of her soda. “Would you like to order?” Her stomach was in knots and she didn’t know if she’d be able to stomach anything, but she’d try.
“I could eat.”
He took the menu and handed her one as well. When she opened up the menu she saw there were no prices. “Shouldn’t I have the price menu? This is on me?”
“No, the fee included dinner, Haley.” He reached out and took her hand. Staring at his suntanned fingers locking with hers, her heart started to speed up. She needed to remember this wasn’t an actual date. He was here because she’d paid him.
“Okay.”
Clara had warned her to never eat a lot before sex. She really wished her friend had kept her advice to herself. Every now and then she kept hearing Clara’s voice like a warning bell through her head.
“Do you see anything you like?” he asked.
“I’ll just have the roast chicken salad I think.”
“Are you sure?”
She glanced up to see him looking at her.
“Yes, I’m sure.” Haley wasn’t about to tell him she was a nervous wreck. James signaled the waiter ordering her chicken salad and a steak for himself.
What should they talk about now?
“You’re nervous,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“This is all new to me.”
“Then just talk to me like we’re friends.”
“I don’t have many male friends.” Then a thought struck her. “Actually, you could help me.” She began to tell him about the guys at work, about the way they stood around the coffee stand in the morning discussing all of their sexual escapades. James listened as she told him about one of the guys, whose name she still didn’t know, was trying to talk to her, to draw her into a conversation. “I don’t trust him or what’s happening. You’re a guy, so maybe you can tell me what’s going on.”
She stopped as the waiter brought over the dinner. Haley thanked him with a smile before returning her attention to the man before her.
“I’m not one of these men. I don’t know what game they’re playing even if they’re playing a game.”
“It does sound strange though, doesn’t it?” It wasn’t in her head. She took a bite of her chicken salad. The meat was succulent and juicy.
“Yes, it sounds strange. It could be the man is only noticing you.”
“The guy’s a creep.”
“Are you treating me like your girlfriend?” he asked.
“I didn’t know what else to talk to you about. Sorry.”
He chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. This is your night. I wouldn’t trust him. I’d steer clear of him.”
“Are you gay?” she asked.
“No, I’m not gay, but I have been with men.”
She frowned. “How does that work?”
“The usual way.”
“No, I mean, how does it work if you’re not attracted to men?”
His face seemed to shut down as if all expression had closed off. “We all do things that we have to do.”
Closing the conversation off, she turned the topic around to food.
Food was easy to talk about. It didn’t involve personal, uncomfortable life experiences. She finished her salad and declined dessert.
“If you would like I have a room for us upstairs?” James asked.
This was it. She could turn around and go back home now. Nothing had happened. They’d had a date. A strange date, but a date all the same. Or she could take his hand and allow him to take her upstairs. She stared at his hand thinking about all of those books in her closet, the need building inside her but never allowed to break free. Haley hadn’t experienced an orgasm or sex. She wanted to more than anything.
Placing her hand within his, she followed his lead. He’d paid for their dinner. She kept her gaze on the ground, afraid to look up in case they were the object of stares. Once they were free of the restaurant, James took the lead toward the elevator. Stepping inside, Haley stood beside him. They were reflected in the box of the elevator taking them upstairs. He was handsome, magazine cover handsome, while she looked more like an advert for how to get fit.
Nibbling her lip, she wondered what she should do. This wasn’t her. She didn’t pay men for sex. The less she had to do with men the better. Her heart raced, and she gripped the back of her neck. Haley knew deep in her heart that she needed to call a stop to this. This was wrong. It wasn’t fair to her or to James.
“Screw my fucking rules,” James said, growling out each word.
Before she got chance to say anything, he pressed her up against the elevator, sinking his hands into her hair. She gasped at the sudden bite of pain from his strong grip. In the next second his lips were on hers, feasting on her. He held the power in his grip. There was nowhere else for her to go. She was at his mercy. James pressed her against the wall. The rock hard ridge of his cock made her aware of how happy he was to be there.
“Open those lips for me.”
She did as he ordered without a second thought. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, making her very much aware of the whole of him. Dropping her hands to her sides, she reached out to touch him. She held onto his sides, wishing she had the courage to explore him.
Her inexperience showed through as he ravaged her mouth. There was nothing more for her to do other than accept his kiss. He bit her bottom lip, not enough to draw blood but enough for her to moan.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him looking back at her. “I can’t wait to get you alone in a room to fuck.”
Nodding her head, she gasped as the elevator pinged. She couldn’t remember the ride up to whatever floor he’d picked. How long had they been kissing? Her lips were tender from his kiss.
She followed him out of the elevator without a fight. He squeezed her hand. Was he offering her comfort? The kiss in the elevator was that part of his act?
None of it made sense.
You’re paying him for this role.
He pressed the key-card into the lock, and the door opened. James didn’t speak as he tugged her into the room. She didn’t say a word as the door closed, and he flicked on a light. The curtains were already drawn, leaving them alone and in private. She liked privacy.
Stepping into the hotel room, she closed her eyes when he wrapped his arms around her waist. His breath across her neck brought goosebumps erupting all over her flesh. Her pussy was slick, soaking wet just from the kiss. She’d never been so aroused in her life.
His hands moved down, and she opened her eyes staring across the hotel room. She zeroed in on the large bed, and heat spilled from her legs.
“Are you ready for me?” He pulled her dress up exposing her legs.
“Yes,” she said. No, she wasn’t ready. There were so many questions she had, but she didn’t dare tell him the truth of why she’d decided to lose her virginity to a complete stranger she’d paid for the night.
No one knew where she was, not even Clara. Fingers stroked up the inside of her thigh cutting off all of her thoughts about her friend. “Shall we see how ready you are?”
He cupped her through her panties. She wore her simple black lingerie so nothing would show through the dress. “I can feel how wet you really are, baby. Your panties are soaked. Do you want my cock in this little pussy?”
She nodded her head.
He nudged her toward the bedroom. This was it. She was going to lose her virginity.
Chapter Four
James had already broken one of his firm rules, and he couldn’t believe it. Watching her in the elevator had been his undoing. He’d wanted to fuck her right then and there. First, he’d needed to taste her lips. The way she nibbled her bottom lip had done something to him. He was hard as fucking rock at the thought of driving deep inside her sweet cunt. It had been a long time since he’d been this turned on. Sometimes he held out with foreplay so that he’d get into the mood.
He left the door to the bedroom open so that she could leave at any time. Haley needed to feel safe and secure in his company. He liked her. They’d known each other a matter of hours, and yet there was a connection.
“Trust me, Haley. I’m going to give you the time of your life.” He wasn’t acting. This was all of him. He wouldn’t give her a show.
Lifting her dress up and over her head, he groaned at the simple underwear. She was perfect, beautiful, and all natural. There was a time he’d have gone for the fake tits with the skinny, bony ass. Not anymore. He loved her curves. Running his hands up and down her body, he released a groan. “You’re beautiful.” Kissing her shoulder, he turned her around. Her eyes were wide. “Undress me, Haley.”
Her hands shook as she started to remove his clothing. He kept his gaze on her, not wanting to look away. She kept biting that bottom lip, which was driving him crazy with need.
His jacket fell to the floor, and she was shaking too much to deal with his shirt.
“Take your bra off,” he said, taking over.
She reached behind her, snapping the catch. Haley did this lovely little wiggle to release her bra. When the material fell to the floor, she covered up her breasts by crossing her arms. He’d never known anyone so shy in his life. Removing his shirt, he wrapped his arms around her.
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