Vip

by M. Robinson

  Madam liked to call it socializing, I knew what we were doing. It was a way of bringing in new business. It gave us a chance to put ourselves out there, without actually having to do anything.

  Madam had reserved a VIP table for us by the DJ booth. At one of my favorite clubs in all of Miami. It was the one we always frequented. Celebrities and Miami’s hottest always showed their faces at this club.

  I dressed in a tight black short lace dress. It had lace going down one arm and the other was bare. It barely came past my ass and it showed all of my leg. My breasts were covered, the older I got the more I realized that showing one body part was more than enough to get men craving you.

  Most men like class with just a hint of slutty. I finished off my ensemble with nude pumps. That was also just as important, always, and I do mean always wear fuck me heels. The more they killed your feet at the end of the night, the more certain you could be that they were perfect.

  All the VIPs were dressed to the nines. Champagne and vodka flowed. The music was pumping and I was shaking my ass like there was no tomorrow. The music was loud and it made it difficult for us to talk, but that was the great thing about being a VIP; we didn’t have to talk to know we were united. We all danced around or on each other, putting on a show for whoever wanted to watch. It was what we did and we were fucking amazing at it.

  I looked down at the crowd and noticed that an older gentleman was eye fucking the shit out of me.

  “He likes you Bells.” Brooke spoke in my ear over the music, “You know what they say about older men?”

  “More money.” I acknowledged, while she shook her head laughing.

  “Reel him in Bells.”

  I made my way down to the bar and just like clockwork he was next to me in seconds.

  “Let me buy you a drink, Dollface,” he offered.

  This man was a lot older than what I was used to. He had to be in his early 60’s he was definitely handsome, I could tell that he was a heart breaker back in the day.

  “Isn’t that line a little cliché? I mean that’s as bad as saying, let’s get out of here.” I teased playing with the collar of his shirt.

  “Well, you see I’m old school, Dollface.”

  I giggled, “And what makes you think I’m interested? I mean you’re old enough to be my father and I can quite assure you, that I don’t need a sugar daddy, Dollface.”

  “You’re a pistol, I love that. How much?” I jerked back.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Don’t play coy, I’ve been around the block way before your time. I know Madam’s girls when I see one. Now…how much?”

  “For you…it’s going to cost you.” I stated, touching the tip of his nose with my finger.

  “Not even all the Viagra in the world could have me keep up with you, I want you for my son.”

  I raised my eyebrows in surprise, “Your son?” I questioned.

  “You see the young man behind you staring daggers.” I turned and saw just what he was talking about. He was gorgeous except for one thing…

  I turned back around, “He can’t be older than eighteen.”

  “Actually, it’s his eighteenth birthday. My son is a lot of things though he’s also a virgin and he wants you. So, now I ask again…how much?”

  Now I had done some pretty fucked up shit, this was the first time that I was being bought to take some boy’s virginity.

  “You see Daddy, it doesn’t work that way. There are steps that need to be followed before I can even allow this to go any further.” I assured.

  “Check your phone.” He responded.

  I reached into my clutch and grabbed my iPhone. I saw the screen said I had a text from Madam I swiped it over.

  M – Surprise, Bella Rosa! He’s good to go, be gentle…you name the price.

  I shook my head in disbelief and put my phone away.

  “I’ll take three shots of Patrón and $50,000. He gets two hours, though, I highly doubt I’ll need more than one.

  “Done.” He stated kissing the top of my hand, “I have a limo waiting outside. Don’t be long.” He ordered the drinks and I chugged each one right after the other. I breathed out the air that I didn’t realize I had been holding.

  I stepped into the limo and sat across from the client. He was gorgeous he had to be a model, he had a lean chiseled face, honey colored eyes, and lips as pouty as mine. His dirty blonde hair was messy and gathered around his face.

  This guy was pretty.

  And nervous.

  His fingers were fidgeting in his lap.

  I crawled over to him and his eyes widened in shock.

  “Hi.” I huskily said, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” He eagerly nodded.

  “What’s your name Pretty Boy?”

  He cleared his throat, “Alexander, Alex.”

  “Hello Alex, I’m Ysabelle.” I reached for his belt and tugged on it to undo it. I needed to have him come at least once before we had sex. I was going to get something out of this and I didn’t need him blowing his load in ten seconds.

  “Let’s make friends, alright? Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” I pulled his dick out through the hole in his boxers. Impressive. He was packing, not only was he long he was thick too, which was a nice surprise. I seductively looked up at him and his eyes were burning with want.

  He was hard as a rock and I could see the pre-come already gathering at the head of his cock. I licked the side of his dick from bottom to top and lapped a circle with my tongue around his head.

  “Hmmm…you taste good. Can I have more?” I tormented.

  “Holy fuck…” He breathed out. I lightly chuckled. It was all about the fantasy.

  I brought him back in my mouth and took him as deep as I could go. My eyes never left his, and he groaned loudly. His mouth parted and his eyes remained focused at my task.

  I worked him over with my hand jerking his shaft up and down and my mouth followed those movements. My other hand tugging at his balls. It didn’t take long until I heard his erratic breathing.

  “Oh shit, Baby, I’m going come. Can I come in your mouth?”

  “Mmm hmm.” I hummed as I deep throated him again. Not a second later did his hips move forward and I heard him grunting his release into my mouth.

  I wiped the corners of my mouth as I felt the car stop. The driver helped me out and he followed suit. We made our way to the hotel room and as soon as he closed the door, he was on me.

  I mean literally on me. His hands and mouth were everywhere at once. I could barely even get my dress off and his hands were on me again.

  “Alex…Alex…take it easy. I’m not going anywhere.” I suggested and it went to deaf ears. We moved our way to the bed and he quickly took off his clothing. I barely had time to admire his body before his mouth attacked mine.

  It wasn’t that he was a bad kisser; he was just an eager one. Everything moved quickly. It was as if he only had one speed and that was fast. It got to the point where I needed to take control back, because his movements were becoming forceful. He was going to bruise me if he wasn’t more careful.

  I eased my way to lie on top of him and heard him grunt in protest.

  “Shhh…relax. Look at me, just look at me.” I specified, getting up on my knees and slowly removed my bra; my hands roamed the sides of my breasts and seductively worked their way down to the sides of my panties. I slipped them off next.

  “Do you want to learn how to please a woman, Alex?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He huskily stated.

  I laid down next to him and reached for his hand taking his fingers into my mouth and licking them wet.

  I moved them to my clit.

  “Move your fingers in a circle, yes, just like that.” He watched in amazement as my body responded to the stimulation.

  “Fuck, you’re getting so wet. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I moaned and arched my back.

  “Move two fingers inside me and push forward.” He did as he was told
.

  “You’re so tight. God…I can’t wait to fuck you.” His mouth went to my nipple and he sucked on each one, exciting me more.

  “Fuck…Alex take your fingers and pump in and out of me, when you go back in move the end of your finger in an upward motion. Yeah…just like that.” I urged, “Now take your other hand and make those same circles on my clit.” I was climaxing beside him within seconds.

  “Oh, yes…Alex you’re going to make me come.” I opened my eyes and saw just how turned on he was.

  My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came all over his hand.

  “That was fucking awesome. Let’s do it again.” I barely had time to recover before I felt him ramming into me, as hard as he could. Almost pushing my off the bed.

  “Lean on one arm and grab my upper thigh with other, angle my pussy Alex.” I coaxed out of breath.

  “Like this?” He asked just as out of breath.

  “Yeah, just like that. Rotate your hips as you thrust into me though. Fuck yes…just like that. Damn, you’re a quick learner.” I praised.

  “Holy shit, you keep tightening on my cock, Baby. Keep doing that…do something. Play with yourself.”

  My fingers found my clit and I could feel myself arriving to my peak again.

  “Holy shit, you’re getting tighter. Please tell me your almost there.”

  “Yeah, harder…faster…” I encouraged and he did just that.

  I came on his cock and immediately felt him jerk his release right after mine.

  He fell over almost instantly and we were both panting and sweating. We had sex two more times before I had to leave. He handed me an envelope and expressed his gratitude immensely.

  I knew that it wouldn’t be the last time I would see him.

  Chapter 17

  “Dad! Look what Grandma got me, today,” Christian yelled as soon as he came barreling through the door.

  “Look at that…someone must have been an awfully good boy today.”

  He smiled, “I’m always a good boy. I’m going to go show Mommy.”

  “Hey, Honey.” My mom said as she kissed my cheek.

  “Hey Mom. How was he?” I asked leaning over on the counter.

  “Oh honey, he’s always an angel. You know that. He reminds me so much of you when you were his age.”

  “He’s a good kid. You spoil him too much. I mean Mom, that must have cost a small fortune.”

  She slapped me on the shoulder, “Ow!” I yelped.

  “Sebastian, he is my one and only grandchild, if I don’t spoil him, then who will? I can do what I like because I am the Grandmother and my title says that I can. Now, I have to get going. Your father has a medical conference tonight and I need to go home and get ready. Give Julia my love.”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  She kissed me on the cheek, “You’re so handsome you know that? Just like your father. I love you. Be good to my baby.” I heard her car pull out of the driveway and turned my attention back to Christian.

  “Dad! You want to help me build with these blocks?” He excitedly said.

  “Of course, give me a few minutes, I just walked in before you did. Where’s Mommy?”

  “Oh yeah…she’s in the office. She’s real busy, Dad. She told me to tell you to order us some food and to leave her alone.”

  I smiled down at him. She was using him. I knew this game. She never told Christian to tell me to leave her alone unless she was upset with me. I smiled scratched Christian on the head as I walked towards the office.

  “She’s gonna be mad,” he called.

  I opened the door to her engaged in papers strung about the desk. She didn’t look up at me; she was damn stubborn when she wanted to be. I stood in front of the desk with my hands resting on the edge. She continued to ignore me, I could tell she was cracking. I saw the small smile form in the corner of her lips. Babygirl couldn’t stay mad at me if her life depended on it.

  “Almost, Babygirl,” I coaxed, “that lasted almost a whole minute.”

  “I hate you,” she smiled. I smiled, too.

  “Come to me, Babygirl,” I beckoned.

  “No, Sebby. I’m tired of you coming home so mean and unbearable. I haven’t been able to tell you anything without you snapping at me.”

  “Come here,” I demanded. She did. I placed her between the desk and me and lifted her up to the edge, grabbing her chin to face me.

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered to her lips. “It’s not you. I promise. It’s just work, and I’m sorry I have been snapping at you. Will you forgive me?”

  “You haven’t touched me in over a week, Sebby.”

  Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me? This was my wife. My wife who I loved with all of my heart, I didn’t want to make her feel like that. I knew how much she needed affection from me. I had always made sure to give her that, even as kids. I had been neglecting her. All of this shit going through my head with Ysabelle. My thoughts belonged right here. Right here with my wife.

  “I’ll touch you now,” I teased, running my hand up her leg.

  “No. I have to get through this briefing. You need to go feed our son.”

  “Can I touch you later?” I urged kissing the side of her neck and then my way up her ear.

  “Sebby, I hate to disappoint you, I can’t. We can do other things,” she offered. I knew what that meant…

  I went back and hung out with our son while Julia finished working. I promised myself that I wouldn’t think of Ysabelle. Nevertheless, a few weeks later I found myself requesting her presence on Olivia’s birthday.

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  I had received the call from Madam, and as soon as she said Sebastian, I almost dropped the phone. Why was this man asking for me again…I didn’t get it? What the hell did he want from me?

  I got dressed and paid extra attention to what I was wearing. I knew I was putting more care into my appearance then I had in the past I couldn’t help it. I wanted to look good for him. I remembered he commented on my white gown and I didn’t even realize I was dressing myself in a white dress until I had it on.

  It was form fitting all the way down past my knees; it had thick straps, and a square plunge line that showed lots of cleavage. I wore red peep-toe five inch stilettos.

  I drove the whole way there with my music blaring again, trying to tune out my thoughts. I didn’t know what to expect. He said he was ‘happily married’ I couldn’t fathom what this was and that confused the fuck out of me.

  This had never happened to me with any clients before and I didn’t know how to handle it. My job was about sex and company, I was filling a certain void or expectation that they were looking for. I didn’t know what my expectation was with Sebastian and I and I didn’t like that.

  I walked up to the door of the same hotel that I had walked in once before when I was meeting him. We even had the same room. I tugged at my dress and tried my best to compose myself.

  My mind was racing with what would happen this time. Would we have sex? Would he want me to please him? Madam said it would be the same as the last, it’s not like it couldn’t change. That had happened several times, like it made it easier on the client to purchase me for companionship and then his hand just casually graced my pussy, and we accidently had sex. Like it wasn’t on the agenda the entire time.

  I shook my head and took another deep breath as I lightly tapped on the door with my knuckle. Fuck. I was having a hard time breathing again. Something was happening to me. Sebastian opened the door with the same warm smile and confused eyes that he always had when he was around me.

  I noticed he was wearing jeans with a tight black shirt that accented his physique perfectly. I’d never seen him in anything other then suits before, he did casual damn well. Shit. Why did he have to be good looking? It would be so much easier if he weren’t.

  I smiled and entered as he waved me in, stopping to place my hand on his chest. I came to the tips of my toes, greeting him with a small kiss to the corner of his lips.


  “How are you, Mr. Vanwell?”

  “Mr. Vanwell,” he laughed. “I thought we were passed that?” I laughed. “To answer your question, I’m utterly confused on how I find myself in this very same room with you again.” He honestly spoke as his hand delicately circled my wrist.

  “How are you?”

  “Just peachy, Sebastian,” I responded. I wanted nothing more than to pour myself a drink from the chilled wine in the corner. I knew I couldn’t it wasn’t polite; I had to wait for him to offer. I wanted to respond that I was just as confused as he was if not more, I refrained from that one too.

  “Would you like a glass of wine?” He offered.

  Thank God.

  “Yes, I would love one.” I replied, sitting on the corner of the couch crossing my legs with a captivating smile.

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  Shit. What the hell was I doing there? I couldn’t take it. I wanted to run my hand up her crossed legs. I wanted to feel her soft lips against mine again.

  I handed her a glass and our fingers grazed each other. We both caught each other’s eyes, as I sat down next to her. Probably too close it would seem rude if I moved myself away from her, at least that’s what I told myself. My arm conspicuously moved to the back of the sofa. Damn, did she smell good.

  She always seemed so put together, it made me wonder if she ever got nervous. My vision caught her cleavage she had such full breasts for being a tiny thing.

  “Do you ever wear anything other than heels? I think every time I have seen you you’re in these heels that look painful.” I chimed in trying to break the ice.

  “I’ve had a lot of practice. It hurt at first, I gravitate more towards heels now believe or not. It’s almost like I feel naked without them.” She replied making me nervously chuckle.

  “You’re adorable when you blush like that, Sebastian. Am I embarrassing you? You weren’t this shy the last time I saw you.”

  “I don’t know what that was but seeing you on the arm of that man, did something to me. It was hard for me to see you like that.”