by Jade Taylor
Ellie climbed on the bed behind me.
“That’s not the kind of girly bonding I do.”
She started kissing the back of my neck and I closed my eyes as I whispered, “No, you shouldn’t.”
She kissed down across my shoulders softly, then up my neck once again and teased her tongue around my earlobe. She really did have the most soft and sensual touch.
“I can’t do this,” I protested faintly, my eyes still firmly closed.
Her hands went to my shoulder to pull down my gown, exposing my sexy underwear to him as her hands caressed the top of my breasts, still kissing my neck and shoulders.
I heard his sharp intake of breath and gasped myself as her fingers found my nipples, teasing them through the flimsy material, glad that he was obviously enjoying this show as much as I was.
Her hands moved to my thighs, positioning me to open my legs wide as she began stroking the sensitive skin inside.
“You’re supposed to be protesting,” she whispered in my ear.
“I don’t do this sort of thing,” I said, swallowing a smile down; I was enjoying myself so much I’d forgotten about that.
I felt a movement on the bed and realised he had joined us as I felt a hand slip inside my panties.
“She’s wet,” he told Ellie, his voice hoarse and heavy with arousal. “She’s enjoying this.”
“I know,” Ellie told him, her hand joining his, and I moaned as both hands stroked my cunt.
I opened my eyes as he removed his hand so that he could pull at my basque, roughly releasing my breasts before burying his head between them.
I smiled at Ellie while he was occupied, her hand still teasing my clit, her eyes dark with lust.
“Protest!” she mouthed once more, smiling broadly.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I said, more focused on Elle’s hand than what he was doing.
She was obviously experienced at touching other women as her hand moved faster, and I came quickly, while the man was still sucking on my breasts.
I sighed heavily, not noticing that he didn’t seem happy about me coming so quickly until he somewhat roughly turned me over to lie face down.
“Condom,” Ellie said sternly, and he swore as she quickly slipped one on him.
He grabbed my hips roughly again, and for the first time since this had all began something felt wrong. I didn’t know what I’d done wrong in the fantasy of his, but I no longer wanted to be part of it.
I felt cheap, and stood up to walk across the room and lock myself in the toilet.
I listened for a moment, worried in case he was cross at Ellie. Instead I heard the sounds of them fucking, and it seemed like Ellie was fully in control.
Maybe ten minutes later I heard the door go, and moments after there was a tap on the bathroom door. Ellie came in and sat on the chair.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yep,” I lied, not wanting to talk about it.
“He usually likes to shower before he leaves.”
“I’m sorry,” I told her, feeling guilty; for me this was some strange and twisted hobby, but for her this was her career and I didn’t want to fuck things up for her.
“Not a problem,” she laughed. “I told him you were new, he’s left us both a huge tip and apologised for any inconvenience he might have caused.”
I smiled, the huge tip was irrelevant, but way he had phrased his apology amused me. I’d always thought apologies for any inconvenience caused were the kind of signs of signs you saw when public toilets were out of order, not when your behaviour was out of order.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Ellie asked again, standing and opening the shower door.
She was still naked, and truly a sight to behold.
I nodded, too confused to speak. In one way I felt so horrible, and in another I was still aroused, still wanting her to touch me and make me feel better.
“Save water, shower with a friend?” she asked, and I nodded again.
I moved back to let her in, the hotel was so flash that there would have been enough room to fit another half dozen people in the shower with us, but she moved to stand close to me.
She brushed my wet hair behind my ear and stroked my face.
“I can see why Kat is so taken with you.”
Taken with me? I thought. All I was was her plaything, something to amuse her when she was bored.
“And I don’t mean just this,” Ellie continued, running her hands quickly up and down my body. “Though this is quite something too.” She moved even closer.
“You have something about you.”
Then she kissed me again.
And this time it wasn’t for show, it was just for us.
She pushed me back against the shower wall, this little pocket venus, her hands on my breasts, on my bum, between my legs, as the water pounded down on us.
Her tongue in my mouth.
“You are so sweet and innocent,” she said, sinking to her knees before me. “I want to see if you taste sweet too.”
For a moment I thought of Kat, on her knees before me before I fucked Mikey, but then Ellie slowly began kissing up my thighs, and thoughts of Kat were gone.
Slowly she teased me, kissing my thighs, kissing my labia, before she so softly licked my clit with her tongue.
I sighed loudly, and wondered how long my legs would hold me up.
“You taste so sweet,” she said again, licking my softly once more. “You’re like the sweetest forbidden fruit.”
I moved my legs further apart, baring herself to me, and she laughed before licking me again.
I wanted to grab her head, to make her lick me more, but feared that if I didn’t steady myself I would soon fall down.
Next time when she licked me she slid a finger inside me at the same time.
“Please,” I sighed, already growing desperate for release.
She laughed, and licked me harder, her tongue moving in a swirling motion as if licking an ice cream.
It felt so good, but the sight of her on her knees in front of me, so sexy and dishevelled was almost as good as the feeling of her tongue on my clit.
I moaned louder
She licked me harder and faster.
I felt like I was going to explode.
“Ellie,” I sighed, and then she finally made me come, leaving my knees so weak I sank to the shower floor beside her.
She kissed me hard.
“Now it’s my turn,” she said, lying back and showing me her cunt.
“I’ve never.......” I said, worried.
“Just do what I did,” she instructed, her eyes almost black with lust.
I did, taking my time and taking care to copy what she had done, and when she came I felt a thrill that was almost as good as coming again.
***
Afterwards it wasn’t awkward at all, we both got dry quickly together in the bathroom, then got dressed back in our every day clothes.
“Would you like to go get a coffee, or something to eat?” she asked, brushing her hair back into a messy ponytail.
She looked like a student in her baggy jeans and sweat shirt, her sexy figure all covered up with no clue to what she’d been doing only a few hours before.
“I’d like that,” I replied, grabbing my stuff together.
It was so late I thought we’d end up in bar, but instead she led me to an all night diner just around the corner from the hotel.
She ordered a cheeseburger and a large plate of cheesy fries, making me wonder how she stayed in shape, while I just ordered a coffee.
“You must have a fast metabolism,” I commented as she tucked in happily.
“Yep, I’m lucky like that. Though I tend not to bother about
my weight, I kind of suit curvy,” she laughed.
“You do,” I said, blushing, thinking of how much I’d enjoyed her curves. “So you’ve been working with Kat for a while?” I said, more to spare my blushes than to really ask; Kat was so tight lipped I expected Ellie to be just the same.
“Yeah, we’ve both been working for the same company for a while, I do a lot of girl on girl with her, but it’s been great working with you today.”
I said nothing, the compliment made me feel strange and Kat had said she didn’t do girls.
Ellie smiled as if she knew what I was thinking. “It’s been good working with you, and everything else.... You have something about you that’s very appealing. I can see why Kat and the clients like you.”
She carried on eating, oblivious to the effect her words had on me.
She stopped for a second and fished a card out of her bag.
“I know this is a hobby or something for you, but if you ever wanted to pursue it further the agency Kat and I work for would look after you. They check everybody out, find out exactly what the clients wants, anything from a girlfriend experience where you’re pretending you’re on a date to the more elaborate and kinky scenarios, so you’re not walking in blind. They make sure you’re safe.”
I picked up the card, knowing I should just say no, but intrigued by the possibilities nonetheless.
“I’d like to work with you again.”
I carried on fiddling with it while she finished her breakfast, made small talk about the nothing important, all the while thinking this card, this is how I could get hold of Kat.
When we’re finished Ellie gives me a big hug, then kissed me on the mouth.
I walked away more confused than ever.
***
When I got home even though Craig’s car was on the drive, the house was in darkness.
I was filled with apprehension as I walked upstairs, calling out his name.
“In here,” he shouted from the spare room.
I walked in with my heart in my mouth.
He was sat on the bed with his head in his hands.
All around him were the clothes I’d bought, my new expensive lingerie, my fuck-me shoes and fancy handbags. He never went in the spare room, was never that interested in where my over flow of clothes went, and I wondered what had changed.
“I phoned you at work today,” he told me, and my blood ran cold. “They said that you weren’t there, that now you’ve dropped your hours this was your day off.” He sighed heavily. “They seemed confused that I didn’t know.”
I didn’t know what to say, which lie to tell, whether to just give up and tell the truth at last.
But how could I have?
“So I was wondering how the hell you’ve still been paying the bills, still been buying new stuff. I didn’t know there was quite so much stuff,” he shouted angrily, gesturing at the bed.
“You went through my stuff?” I asked, my voice low but hard. I know, I had no room to criticise, but despite everything the fact that he had gone through my stuff still hurt.
“What would you have done in my position?” he asked, his eyes finally meeting mine.
“Talked to you? Asked you what was going on?” I told him, wondering if that was actually really true anymore.
“I thought you were having an affair!” he shouted loudly, standing and pacing the room suddenly. “Then I found this.”
He held out my shoe box full of money.
He must have been really looking hard to find that, the box where I’ve kept the money I’d earned, too guilty to pay it straight into my bank account, only using the minimum needed for my bills and new spending habit.
Craig stood by me and suddenly pulled me close. It was easier to think like that, when I couldn’t see his eyes, see the pain and confusion etched so clearly on his face, to breathe at last, but I still didn’t understand; why was he being nice to me?
“Do you have a gambling problem?”
I wanted to laugh with relief, amazed at how his logical mind had taken him in a straight forward yet totally wrong direction. He’d never even seen me play cards, but that was the explanation he had assumed was right.
Then I thought it over.
Could I really say that my reckless behaviour, my change of character, my obsession was not tantamount to addiction?
Every time I went to see Kat, every time I went through with whatever scenario she had set up for me, wasn’t I gambling with everything I had? Didn’t I gamble with my health, my safety, my relationship, my future?
Hadn’t I gambled with things more valuable than money; my life, my dreams, my heart?
Maybe a gambling problem was as good a way of describing it as any.
“Are you having an affair?” he asked quietly, his head still buried in my shoulder, that little shred of doubt still making him unable to face me.
“No,” I told him, not even sure whether I was lying or not any more.
“We can get through this together; we can get you some help. We can sort it out if you’re in a mess with money; get you a counsellor or something. I want to marry you, want to look after you, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, shocked, not sure what else to say.
“Will you marry me?” he asked, pulling away to look at me. He started to bend and I stopped him, the words were out already but I couldn’t let him make it any more real.
“I need to think,” I said, shaking my head, so confused.
He kissed me hard, quickly undressing us both, and I let his passion carry me along, let the instinctive meeting of our bodies distract me from everything else.
He pushed me on top of everything on the bed, and though it was hardly comfortable, I responded to him hungrily, saying nothing as he fucked me hard as if he could fuck some sense into me.
I came just as hard as he did.
But I didn’t regain my senses.
Chapter Seven
I spent a week trying to tell myself that that it had to be the end.
I drank too much alcohol, went out too late, and only got through work with the aid of espresso and Dairy Milk. I couldn’t tell my friends, I couldn’t even talk to Craig about anything, I couldn’t sleep, and every time I opened my mouth to make small talk I felt like all my secrets were going to come flooding out.
It was my boss that finally made me make a move.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, and I’m not the kind of caring sharing manager who needs you to tell me everything, just get it sorted,” he said, catching my at my desk day-dreaming once more.
It’s not a bollocking, and I know it’s the nearest he’d ever get to showing any sort of concern, but it was the wakeup call I needed before we got to the bollocking.
“I need to finish early.”
“Just come back normal,” he told me.
A quick detour to my lap top and I had a plan set in motion. I wasn’t sure whether it would work, but I knew it would finish things for good, one way or another.
I knew it was the actions of a coward, as I sat down in the diner around the corner from the hotel, but I didn’t care.
This had gone on too long.
She walked in soon after, looking around for a new client, but at soon as she saw me she knew what I’d done.
I’d booked her for the night.
“We have to stop meeting like this,” she said flippantly as she sat down and lit up.
“What would you like to drink?” I asked.
“Let’s skip the pleasantries, shall we, and just go back to the hotel? I’ll get them to give you a partial refund,” she said, not even making eye contact as she looked around the room.
“I ordered the girlfriend experience,” I replied, my tone as cold as her’s. “Money
might not buy me love, but I expect it to get me a damn good impersonation,” I snapped.
“So you want to go hang out at a gay bar?” she asked, meeting my eyes. “Or sit here and hold hands, where anyone can see you?”
I said nothing; we had done things before where anyone could see us and it had never been a consideration.
“Let’s just go back to your suite,” I said begrudgingly.
I’d imagined having a meal together, laughing and joking and behaving like friends out together, and she had already ruined it.
I followed her back to the hotel without a word, and upstairs to her suite.
“Shall we have a drink?” I asked, heading for the mini bar, suddenly nervous and needing a little Dutch courage.
“Why not?” she said, her voice still hard as she lay on the bed.
I poured us both a vodka and sat next to her. I leant over to try to kiss her, and she pulled away.
I moved to kiss her neck, to run my fingers through her hair liked I’d dreamed about for so long, then pulled her top down slightly to kiss her shoulders, wanting to somehow get a reaction.
I wanted to make her want me like I wanted her.
“Mmm,” she sighed, but it sounded unconvincing.
“Don’t fake it with me” I told her, pulling down her top roughly to expose her breasts. They were as beautiful as I’d expected, and my clit twitched as I took in their creamy fullness. I cupped them, stroking them softly, my thumb softly rubbing her nipples, like I had done so long ago.
She said nothing now, as I kissed across breasts, teased her nipples with my tongue. I teased them softly with my teeth and she shivered, but still said nothing.
I pushed up her skirt, kissing up the inside of her soft thighs slowly. I could smell her arousal, so knew she was turned on despite her silence.
I wanted to drive her crazy, to hear her voice hoarse as she called out my name.
I licked her through her skimpy panties, tasting her through them, then slowly peeled them off.
I licked her softly, my cunt as wet as hers was, feeling my heart racing madly now I finally had my head between Kat’s legs.