“I won’t be having sex with anyone if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“We weren’t,” his dad said.
“I can’t wait to hear about this,” Jennifer said. “This might just take my mind off labor pains.”
“I can’t talk about business,” Matt said. He winked at her.
“Some of those girls are so gorgeous,” Jennifer said. “I guess that’s how they make the big bucks that they do. Maybe you’ll meet the woman of your dreams.”
“She better not be a hooker,” his mom said. “I’d rather him stay single than for that to happen.”
“Don’t worry Mom, I never mix business with pleasure,” Matt said.
Chapter Four
Mia turned every man’s head when she walked through the restaurant to meet Emily four days later. Emily had given her a call a few nights earlier, and they’d arranged to meet for lunch in a new restaurant.
“I’m so looking forward to catching up on old times,” Mia said, sliding into the seat and taking off her sunglasses. She wore a white halter neck dress and black pumps, no pantyhose, and what flesh was on show, was tanned. Definitely had to be fake unless Mia had been out of town, but nevertheless it made her look like a movie star.
“So what looks good on the menu?” she asked.
“Everything, but it’s pricey.” In fact, these looked like East Coast prices. Maybe she’d made a mistake coming back home thinking it would be cheaper than living out East. “I should warn you I’m on a tight budget these days,” Emily told her.
“Emily, you worry too much. That has always been your problem. Order whatever your heart desires because I’m paying,” she said, covering Emily’s hand with hers. “I’ve had a very good week. Lots of men from out of town needed some loving this week.”
Emily had almost forgotten what Mia did for a living. “How long have you been doing… I mean…”
“Fucking guys?”
Emily turned red, knowing by the looks on people’s faces at the surrounding tables, they’d overhead Mia’s last comment. Most had raised their eyebrows and were shaking their heads. Emily hoped they wouldn’t be asked to leave because everything on the menu looked mouthwatering, and yeah, Mia was picking up the tab.
“Just over a year,” Mia continued.
The waitress approached the table and filled their glasses with water
“Our special is grilled pesto salmon on a bed of rice, and soup of the day is roasted red pepper. Shall I give you both some time to look over the menu?”
“If you could,” said Mia.
Emily couldn’t decide what to eat, but at that point it seemed insignificant. She didn’t know why, but she found the whole thing with Mia’s line of work intriguing. She’d always thought Mia was the most fascinating person she’d known in her entire life, so it really shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise that she wasn’t working at an office job.
“The special sounds good, so I think I’ll go with that,” Emily said, putting down the menu.
“Me, too,” said Mia.
Once they’d ordered, Emily guided the conversation back to Mia’s current line of work.
“So how many guys do you have sex with each day?” Emily made sure she whispered.
“Varies, but most of the time only one. They’re needy creatures, so I usually spend a couple of hours with them, sometimes longer. And of course, sometimes I service two at a time.”
“And do you enjoy it…I mean -- …”
She was turning red again. Knowing Mia as she did, Emily sensed she was probably finding this very amusing. When they were young, Mia used to blurt out things like I have my period today in front of all the boys at school. Emily had always sensed she didn’t do it to get their attention but just to see if Emily would turn red at her antics.
“You mean do I have an orgasm every single time?”
Emily nodded.
“Not every time. A lot depends on the guy. You know size, position. It’s just like real life. I doubt you come every time you’re with a guy, right?”
Emily swallowed hard a few times knowing she shouldn’t have asked. Still she’d been right. Emily had never been with a guy who’d made her climax every single time they’d made love.
Luckily, the waitress chose that moment to put the plates of salad in front of them. They started eating, which gave the skin on Emily’s face time to return to its normal color.
“So did you get all your financial stuff worked out?” asked Mia.
“Sort of, looks like I’ll need a huge student loan, which means a part time job while I’m attending law school. I did see a ‘help wanted’ sign at the coffee shop near my apartment, so I think I’ll stop by there and fill in an application on my way home.”
“Emily, that’s probably not going to pay more than ten bucks an hour. You’ll still be in debt when you’re retired and collecting Social Security.”
“Yeah, but it’s all the free coffee you can drink.”
Mia leaned back on her chair. Her dress pulled away from her chest and Emily noticed she was braless and that one of her nipples was pierced with a tiny diamond sticking in its aureole.
“Do you like sex?” she asked.
Emily was mid-gulp, and the ice tea went down the wrong way. Mia gave her a hard thump on the back, allowing her to clear her throat.
“Well, do you?” Mia asked her.
“Yes, a lot. Why?”
“You ever thought of doing it professionally?”
Emily coughed again. “It’s never crossed my mind.” Her voice was hoarse now, and she croaked out the words.
She decided to start on her salad before she choked on it and Mia would need to perform the Heimlich maneuver.
“How about giving my line of work a try? I mean on a part time basis. A guy one night a week would probably equal the money you’d earn in a month at a coffee shop.”
Emily swallowed the chunk of tomato she’d just bitten into. “Mia, one, it’s against the law. And two, I don’t know the first thing about entertaining guys professionally.”
“Neither did I when I first started in this line of work. All you need to do is make a big fuss over them, treat them like they’re the best looking guy in the world, open your legs and let them slide Mr. Dick inside you, and they do the rest of the work while you just lie there looking up at the ceiling and thinking about all the money you’re making.”
“Geez, Mia, keep your voice down, will you?” Emily said. A woman at the next table raised her eyebrows and tut-tutted as she looked their way.
“Everyone is always so uptight about sex that it’s sad. In fact, it’s pathetic,” said Mia, raising her voice and staring down the lady in question.
“I’m not uptight about sex,” Emily said.
“Then prove it by at least giving it a try, just once, and if you don’t like it, that’s it, you never have to do it again. However, if you do think it’s for you then I’ll introduce you to Mark -- he’s my boss - - and we’ll get you on the payroll, and you can start making some big bucks.”
“I don’t know. I…”
“Remember that time you didn’t think you’d like calamari when you came to dinner at my house, but I talked you into eating it?”
“Yeah, and I threw up all night.”
“Okay that was a bad comparison. Give it some thought, and if you say yes, I’ll pass along some work to you. In fact, I just had this new client given to me, so how about I send you along in my place? Mark won’t know.”
Emily leaned back in her chair. She hadn’t had sex in a long time, not since she’d broken up with Steve last year. Wait a minute. This is illegal, and if I get caught… but Mia has always been adventurous, so maybe she is right. I shouldn’t play it so safe all the time.
“So what would I need to do?”
“You sure you wouldn’t like to tag along with me tonight? I mean watch me in action. Some of the guys actually enjoy it more knowing someone’s watching, or you could even join
in and learn the ropes that way.”
Emily coughed again. This time she was pretty sure an olive had gone down the wrong way.
“No, you can just tell me what I’d need to do.”
“Treat him really well, and ask him what he wants. Most of them love a good blow job to get the evening started.” Mia distinctly turned to the woman sitting on the next table when she’d said that. The lady stood, threw down her napkin and headed out of the restaurant. Emily knew it was the last time she and Mia would be eating there. Emily’s face was heating up again, and she guessed Mia could see it.
“Just make sure you give them one hell of a night because you’ll be posing as me, and I don’t want to get a bad reputation of not providing him with the best time of his life. I’m one of the most asked-for escorts now, and if Mark heard that I’d let you fill in for me, well, he wouldn’t be happy. So you want to give it a try or not?”
Chapter Five
Matt gave his appearance one more check in the mirror as he stood by the elevator. A strand of hair was out of place, so he brushed it back away from his face.
He took a deep breath.
He wasn’t usually this fussy when he went out on a real date, so he couldn’t quite figure out why he was as nervous as hell about his appearance tonight. A couple now stood by the elevator and nodded to him. “You waiting to go down?” the man asked him.
He hadn’t realized he’d been dithering and still standing there giving his appearance the once over.
“No, no, go ahead,” Matt said.
They stepped inside and seconds later were gone.
Bile suddenly rose in Matt’s stomach and he needed to use the bathroom. This undercover thing wasn’t for him. What if he screwed up? He rushed along the hallway, saw the sign that read men’s restroom and dived inside. Matt walked to the sink, ran the coldest water that would come out of the tap and splashed his face. Maybe his mom was right about switching to working on the ranch. Why was he being a big baby all of a sudden? All he needed to do was get close to the lady so he could start asking questions about Mark Vincent and his business dealings.
He turned around and leaned against the edge of the sink, enjoying the coldness of the porcelain on his butt. At least that part of his body wasn’t sweating.
Wait, had the sandwich he’d eaten at lunchtime had garlic in it?
He put his hands to his mouth, cupped them over his lips and breathed out. Shit, yes, he was sure it did, and the breath mints he’d sucked on during the drive to the hotel had obviously stopped working. He took out the box and popped the remaining six into his mouth. Matt’s hand shook as he threw the empty package into the bin.
Just what was happening to him? Maybe he should call the whole thing off and just go home to his TV dinner and binge watch something on Netflix. He’d tell the FBI agent to find some other guy for this one.
Chapter Six
Emily looked at the clock on the pay per view box above the TV. It was almost 7.20 p.m. Mia had told her the client would arrive at 7 p.m. Maybe he’d changed his mind. Perhaps this was a sign that she wasn’t supposed to go ahead with this. Her hands had been shaking for the last half an hour while she’d sat on the bed and waited.
The minutes had passed like hours.
All sorts of horrible thoughts had gone through her mind. What if she didn’t excite him? What if she couldn’t make him hard? What if he wanted her to do something she didn’t know how to do? She should have checked out some sex websites before heading here. Maybe even taken Mia up on her offer to sit in and watch her in action. Nope, she’d never be able to look Mia in the face again if she’d done that.
And what about her? What if she didn’t get excited about this guy? What if he was repulsive? What if he didn’t get her wet enough and it hurt like hell?
Mia had told her the client had paid for a regular session which was two hours. Just how would she keep him continually entertained for that long?
The clock turned to 7.22 p.m.
He definitely wasn’t showing. He’d changed his mind.
Yeah, and so had she.
No way was she cut out for this sort of thing. Sure, she’d spent most of the day at the hairdressers getting her hair cut and highlighted, even having her nails manicured. And yes, the technician had talked her into applying stick-on false nails because Emily was a bad girl and bit hers down to virtually nothing.
And let’s not forget that this was against the law.
What was I thinking? I’ve got to get out of here.
She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. If she left now everything would be fine. She’d phone Mia, and maybe she’d still have time to race across town and get here in time for her client. Well, that was if he even showed up. Emily headed to the door, ready to exit and run as fast as she could, vowing to forget she was even here and was about to do something this stupid, when she heard two raps on it.
Damn, too late.
Her legs shook and they were now downright wobbly too, and she doubted she’d even get one in front of the other to walk, let alone run. She just had this awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that -- what was his name? -- yeah, Mia had told her that the client would be a guy named Matt.
She’d tell him he had the wrong room. She’d send him down the hallway on a wild goose chase, and when he wasn’t looking she’d make a mad dash for the elevator.
This was it.
She opened the door ready to tell him the bogus story, but holy shit, he was gorgeous. No, this couldn’t be the client. The guy really did have the wrong room because why would a man who looked like this have to pay for sex?
In fact, I might pay him to fuck me.
“Mia?” he asked.
Oh yeah, this was the guy, but phew, had he bathed in peppermint bubble bath or what?
“Yes, are you Matt?”
She’d missed seeing guys wearing cowboy hats and boots. The look had always turned her on and right now she was so glad to be back in Big Sky Country.
“The one and only,” he said.
Maybe it was worth giving it one night’s try. After all, having sex with a guy like this wasn’t much of a hardship. And she’d told Mia to keep the money while she was taking this job for a test drive, so technically she wasn’t breaking the law. She wasn’t having sex in exchange for cash and therefore no crime would be committed.
“You want to come in?” Emily asked him.
She stood to one side, letting him enter the room, and then closed the door. She leaned her back against it, hoping that would help stop her legs from trembling. This time it wasn’t from nerves but pure excitement and anticipation of getting to spend two hours with a guy like this.
Holy moly, what she wouldn’t give for a guy like this to ask her out for real. Six feet, oh, probably two, high cheekbones, baby blue eyes, dark hair with a few cute waves throughout.
No problems getting wet. In fact, she was already feeling some dampness in her panties.
“Were you going somewhere?” he asked.
“What?”
He pointed to her shoulder. She suddenly remembered she still had her bag slung over it.
“Oh, no, I just got back from getting some ice down the hall.” He nodded as she set the bag down on the chair.
“So, here we are,” he said.
“Yep, you found it okay?”
Boy, was this awkward or what? Emily was sure Mia would have those clothes off him by now and wouldn’t be rambling on with small talk.
“Yes, used Google Maps. I’ve never been here before but it looks a nice place. Is this where you conduct all your -- business?”
“Yes, always.” She didn’t want to seem like an amateur and get Mia in any trouble, so she’d play along just like she really was Mia. “Can I get you a drink?”
“That would be great. What do you have to offer me?”
Was she supposed to come back with a witty line, maybe some sexual innuendo? Think of something seductive, shit, nothing comes t
o mind…
“Take your pick?” Emily opened the mini bar stocked with drinks, peanuts and candy.
“The beer looks good,” he said.
“One coming straight up.”
“Don’t worry about a glass because I like to drink mine out of the bottle.”
Emily unscrewed the top and handed it to him. Their fingers brushed momentarily. He looked at her, and she suddenly felt like a school girl who’d been noticed for the very first time by the boy she’d a crush on.
Right now she really wanted something very alcoholic from that mini bar but didn’t dare touch anything. She got drunk easily and needed all her faculties tonight. She pulled out a Sprite, lifted back the tab, feeling one of her false nails loosen up as she did so. Matt glanced at her as she casually tried to push it back onto her nail bed.
“Weatherman says we could get another couple of inches of snow,” Matt said.
“Yeah, that’s what I heard,” Emily said.
They both stood looking at one another, taking sips of their drinks and then glancing at the floor. This wasn’t going at all well. What if he complained to Mia’s boss and demanded his money back?
However, something about him told her that he was obviously just as nervous as she was. He was the client, so it was up to her to put him at ease. Mia had instructed her to make him feel special.
Emily walked over to him. It wasn’t going to be that hard for her to make him think he was one of the best looking cowboys in Montana because in her eyes, he was. In fact, the closer she got, the more she realized just how lucky she was that she’d been paired with such a hunky man. All day she’d been worried about Mia’s client looking like the guy from Phantom of the Opera.
“Can I take your jacket, so you can get more comfy and relaxed?” she asked.
“Sure, that would be great.”
He put the beer bottle down on the bedside table and was about to slip the jacket off his shoulder when she decided to help him and make it as seductive as she could.
Emily eased her hands under the lapels, feeling the hard muscles of his chest as she slid it off his shoulders. Although he was a good six inches taller than she, the four inch high pumps she’d opted to wear made her mouth and his almost line up perfectly.
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