I’m getting jealous now, and I never get jealous. It’s like I’m torturing myself emotionally in the way I had planned to torture her physically. I’m sure there had to have been some close calls— with her beautiful body, her perfect pussy— and I don’t really want to hear about that.
And yet I want her to tell me in drawn- out detail about how she’s never been with anyone like she’s about to be with me. It’s a sick sad need I don’t even know how to explain to myself.
“It almost happened on Prom night,” she tells me, tensing up with pleasure as I lick her up and down. “But it didn’t.”
“Why not?” I ask her, sensing that for some reason she’s embarrassed.
I like that she’s vulnerable with me, both emotionally and physically. I can tell she hasn’t told many people what she’s about to tell me, and I love that. I want to take her, own her, claim her, make her mine in every possible way.
“I thought it was going well, and I returned his advances. Maybe I even made a few of my own in return,” she says, as I continue licking her pussy.
But now I stop because she has.
“So, what happened?” I press.
She shrugs, which is difficult to do in the ropes I’ve tied her up with.
“He didn’t really reciprocate… didn’t do anything much from there, and I felt really stupid.” She sighs. “We went to the same church, we were from religious families. I guess he wasn’t expecting the same thing out of Prom night as I was.”
“Or else he felt too ashamed by his expectations,” I offer.
I look up at her again and she’s gazing down on me as if she hadn’t ever thought of that. She nods.
“Or that,” she says. “But he told people I was too ‘forward,’” she says. “I felt like a real slut. I never really pushed it with anyone after that.”
I flick her clit with my tongue, playfully, to lighten the mood.
“Well, I sure am glad it didn’t work out,” I tell her. “And any guy who says you’re forward for wanting to have sex on Prom night sounds like he’s got real issues.”
She laughs, and then she moans as I suck on her clit.
“I’m glad too,” she says, “now that I found you.”
There’s a pause, and I can tell she thinks she’s said too much. I take a break from teasing her clit to tell her, “I’m glad I found you too. Up there on stage wearing your pink bracelet not even knowing what it meant.”
We both laugh.
“I was wondering why you paid so much,” she giggles.
“Apparently it was so that I could make you feel good,” I tell her, as I lightly bite her clit and then suck on it while her back arches up off the table. I think it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
“That does feel good,” she tells me, as I feel and taste her juices gushing into my mouth. “I’m coming.”
I grip her ass cheeks and bring them closer to my mouth while I continue sucking her clit.
“I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she says, until her breath slows and the orgasm ends.
“That’s not really all I paid all that money for,” I tell her, and we laugh again.
But what I say next is no laughing matter.
It’s what I’ve been wanting to do since the first time I set eyes on her.
“Now I’m going to take your virginity.”
Chapter 11 – Celeste
I never thought I’d be so quick to agree that a stranger should take my virginity, but somehow Maxim doesn’t really feel like much of a stranger. I’ve just told him my most embarrassing secret and I’ve been completely intimate with him.
He slides on a condom. Then he climbs on top of me and I can feel the head of his cock up against my pussy.
This is it. This is how I’m going to lose my virginity.
It feels amazing for me, but I hope it’s not going to be a let-down for Maxim. I’m sure he’s used to things being a lot kinkier.
“Don’t you want to, like, spank me with a whip and put a ball gag in my mouth or something?” I ask, just before he enters me.
“Yes,” he tells me. “But not right now. There’s always another day. Right now, I just want to take you the old-fashioned way.”
I look at the ropes tying me to hooks in the wall and he gets my gist.
“Well,” he says, “as close to the old-fashioned way as I know how to be.”
He pushes his cock into me and it slides in quite easily.
“Wow,” I tell him, as he grips my shoulders and pumps harder into me. “I thought it would hurt more.”
“You’re very well lubricated,” he says, which is true.
“You did a good job of getting me that way.”
“And I had fun doing it.”
He pushes in and out of me and I’m so sensitive I feel like I’m going to come again.
“Mmmm,” I moan, embarrassed that it’s about to happen yet again.
But Maxim doesn’t seem to mind at all.
“Come for me,” he says, whispering into my ear as he thrusts himself in me.
I do, squeezing my thighs and my pussy tight up against his cock, which makes him moan too.
“You’re my dirty little slut and I just popped your cherry,” he says, which makes me want to come all over again before I’ve even had time to recover. “I want you to beg me to keep fucking you.”
“Please keep fucking me, Maxim,” I cry out, as his long and hard cock pumps in and out of me. “You make my pussy feel so good.”
“Your wet, tight little pussy likes to come for me,” he says. “It’s only ever had my big fat cock inside it.”
“It only wants your big fat cock, Maxim,” I tell him, as he fills up my entire pussy. I can feel him all the way deep inside me. “Just fuck me forever, Maxim.”
“It’s all I want to do,” he says, twisting my nipples.
It hurts but I don’t say anything.
I remember how he said I could tell him to stop at any time, but I don’t want him to. It feels good when he makes it hurt some. My pussy is sore and aching for him, and now my nipples are too.
“I just want to fuck my little virgin slut forever,” he says, pounding me hard with his cock.
I can feel it throb and pulse inside me as he says, “Fuck, Celeste. You’re going to make me come already.”
“Come for me, Maxim.”
I feel myself getting ready again too. We come together, as he continues to slam his cock into me, grunting and yelling, “I love your fucking pussy so much.”
“I love your cock so much, I love when you give it to me.”
“I love your virgin pussy.”
“I love your filthy mouth.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
He stops fucking me, both of us at the height of our climax.
I look at the wall, completely embarrassed. He is doing the same, but looking at the opposite wall.
Well, great.
Another embarrassing sex experience.
How the hell did I get so caught up in the moment that I would yell that?
But he yelled it too.
Sure, we were saying a lot of crazy stuff that isn’t real— including the fact that he wants me to be his little virgin slut forever. That doesn’t even make sense. That’s plain impossible. We obviously just got carried away.
It’s not like saying “I love you” is something we can easily undo though, even if it was first said in the heat of the moment.
To make matters worse, there’s a pounding knock at the door.
“Come on,” a male voice yells. “You’re over your time.”
“The room was reserved for me,” Maxim yells back.
I look at him and let reality sink in. This man regularly uses this room, and pays a lot of money to have sex with a lot of women in here.
I don’t really mean that much to him. He didn’t really mean that he loves me. He just meant he loved taking my virginity.
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sp; “Well, it was reserved for me too,” the guy yells back. “You have to share. It’s been a long time.”
“Fine,” Maxim says. “We’re done anyway.”
As he gets up, he mumbles, “Fucking Bianca,” under his breath.
We get dressed and I want to say a million things to him. He looks as if he feels the same way. But I can tell his pride is stopping him from saying anything.
“You hungry?” he asks. “Or do you want to grab a drink?”
“No thanks,” I tell him, feeling stupid.
What are we going to talk about? The fact that we stupidly shouted out that we loved each other, before parting ways for good?
Once our clothes are back on, he grabs me and holds me tight. It’s the longest hug of my life, and the most confusing.
It almost feels real. As if we could actually be more than… whatever this crazy thing that we just had together was.
But that’s ridiculous.
I’m not even going to let myself go there in my mind.
I nod to the man and the young- looking woman waiting to take our place in the room, and then I head home, wondering if I’ll wake up from this dream- turned- nightmare with only regret, or with any shred of satisfaction leftover from how I was just feeling less than fifteen minutes ago, when I gave my body— and apparently my heart— to the man who had paid for it.
Chapter 12 – Celeste
On my way home, I call Rachel.
“I told you not to have your phone on you,” she hisses.
“I didn’t,” I tell her. “I’m already done.”
“What?” she says. “That was a fast dinner. Hold on.”
I hear her tell Billy “I’ll be right back, it’s Celeste.”
I know I should ask her whether she’s engaged. But I’m mad at her. I want to give her a piece of mind.
“It wasn’t just dinner,” I tell her. “In fact, it wasn’t dinner at all.”
“What?” She shrieks. “Really? You did it with a club guy?”
She sounds a little too happy about this fact. At first I thought I would be thanking her but after the awkward ending Maxim and I had, I only feel mad.
“Why did you tell Bianca I was a virgin?” I demand.
“What? Celeste, I would never—”
“She said you did,” I tell her.
“Are you sure?” she asks. “She said those exact words? Because Bianca’s very tricky. One time she—”
She trails off.
“She what?” I prod.
“Never mind,” she says. “I’ll tell you some other time. But let’s just say I should have warned you to stay on your toes around her because she can be quite manipulative. She’s kind of the old washed up one around there and in order to keep her place in the pecking order she’s always doing things to curry favor with Terri and the clients. Tipping them off or even… delivering… certain girls.”
“Hmmm.”
So that’s the arrangement. Terri’s the madam and Bianca is her little helper.
I try to think back about whether Bianca actually said Rachel had told her I was a virgin. Maybe I had just assumed that. Maybe she had suspected and lied to see if I would confirm it, which I stupidly did. But still, I don’t want to give Rachel the benefit of the doubt. I’m in too bad of a mood.
“You should have warned me about a lot of things,” I tell her.
A certain Maxim Drier being one of them, but I decide I don’t want to talk about him. At least not yet.
“And why did you tell me to get a yellow bracelet when all the colors were different for Valentine’s Day?”
“Oh, my God,” Rachel says, obviously feeling awful. “Were they really? I didn’t know. Sometimes they have special events where they switch them up, but… oh shit…”
She trails off again, as if realizing the issue.
“Were there four different colored bracelets?” she asks. “One of them meaning—”
“One of them meaning a whole lot more than dinner,” I tell her. “One of them costing a million dollars.”
“A million dollars? No way.”
“What? You don’t think someone would pay a million dollars for me?” I ask her.
“It’s just that… Celeste, really? A million dollars? That’s never been done in the history of The Exchange. The record before that was close… but never up to a million.”
I don’t know whether to feel honored or even guiltier that Maxim paid so much and everything turned out the way that it did. But it doesn’t matter, because Rachel is talking again.
“Who paid that?” she demands.
“Maxim Drier,” I tell her.
Damn it. I hadn’t wanted to tell her. It’s none of her business. She doesn’t need to know. Nor does she deserve to. But she’s my best friend, and I have the tendency to just blurt things out to her. Plus, I feel I have to tell someone or I’ll explode.
“Wow,” she says. “Nice job.”
“Very funny.”
“Seriously, Celeste. He’s picky. He doesn’t go for just anyone. And he has very particular…”
“Tastes?” I ask her. “Needs?”
“Oh.” She falls silent. “Yeah. That just wouldn’t work at all. I see the big problem here, wow. So, you found out what it meant and just left without having dinner or anything? Am I fired? I mean, I understand…”
“No, Rachel, don’t worry. I wouldn’t do that to you, no matter how mad I was at you.”
I can’t help but try to lessen her fear even though I’m still angry. Why did she have to go and get me into this mess? Why did I have to agree to it?
“So, what did you do then?” she asks.
My silence tells her everything.
“You did it?” she asks. “You let him pop your cherry?”
She squeals, but I feel a bit heartbroken, remembering how it felt to be in that room, in Maxim’s arms. And now to be left with nothing.
“Wow,” she says. “I’m impressed. I mean, I knew you had it in you, I just never knew if you’d finally let it out.”
I can’t help but laugh at that. I can never stay mad at her for long.
“So, how was it?” she asks.
“It was great,” I tell her. “I mean, it was incredible. But then it was really, really weird.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard he likes to use whips and chains and stuff. Did he get too rough?”
I pause, not knowing what to say.
“No,” I finally decide.
She doesn’t need to know the whole truth. This is one secret I can keep to myself. She certainly has plenty of them.
“He didn’t. But enough about me. Are you the soon- to- be- Mrs. Billy Andrews yet?”
She pauses, which doesn’t sound good.
“No,” she says, and I can tell she’s trying not to cry.
“Well, that’s okay,” I tell her. “The night’s still young.”
“I don’t think it’s coming,” she says. “I think I just got my hopes up too much and read too much into everything. I don’t know if he wants to marry me. And, why would he? You said it yourself. I’m not even honest with him. I’m damaged goods.”
“You are not,” I tell her. “Don’t talk like that.”
“You know that thing that I started to tell you that Bianca did to me once?” she says.
“Yes,” I say, feeling bad for her without even knowing what it is.
“It was pretty much the same thing that happened to you. She lied to me about what color bracelet meant which level, when I was new and dumb. Except my night didn’t go as well as yours. Things happened that night that I really regret. And that I’m not sure Billy would want to marry me if he knew about it. That’s why it was so important to me to not let him know I work there. But I need to figure it out now. I need to quit soon if there’s any chance for Billy and me to work out.”
“I’m sorry,” I tell her.
I feel so bad for my poor friend.
“If it makes you feel better, my night wasn
’t great either.”
“It wasn’t?” she asks. “It sounds like it was pretty amazing.”
“It was,” I admit, “until something even more embarrassing happened than the Tom thing that happened on Prom night.”
“What happened?” she asks.
“Well, we were coming,” I tell her. “Like, coming, coming. Together.”
“Okay, well that’s good,” she says, sounding confused.
“I know. It was really great. I guess it was too great. Because out of nowhere he just said he loved me. And I said it back.”
“He said what?”
“I know,” I tell her, mortified. “I think maybe it’s some weird thing he did in the middle of sex, and that I was dumb for saying it back. Because he seemed really uncomfortable afterwards, even though in the middle of it all, things were obviously going pretty well.”
“I really don’t think that’s something he normally says,” Rachel declares. “I would have heard about it, because that would be weird. Plus, he’s not the type to say he loves anyone. He makes it really clear that he doesn’t fall in love. That’s the whole reason he comes to the club.”
I think about this.
“Maybe he was overwhelmed with feelings and just said it,” she ventures. “Maybe you just brought it out of him. I guess if anyone could overturn a heart of stone, it would be you. You sure are something, Celeste.”
“Awww thanks,” I tell her. I want it to be true, but I can’t believe it. “So are you. I’m sure Billy will propose soon. Just let things take their natural course.”
“Ha ha,” she laughs. “You’re one to talk. Being told ‘I love you’ on the very first date. Not even a date, really.”
“Yeah, I guess that’s not very natural,” I agree.
“Or maybe it is, and that’s why he said it.”
“Maybe.”
I can’t even hope too hard for it to be true.
It’s probably for the best if he doesn’t mean it. I don’t even know his phone number. And I couldn’t be caught running around with someone who pays for sex.
I’m a political ethics reporter. It would ruin my career right when it’s getting started. It was just one night and that’s all it was supposed to be. We both just got too caught up in the moment.
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