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by Sarah Daltry


  “Hi honey, I’m home,” he teases.

  I come out of the bathroom in my new dress. “Do you like it?” I ask.

  “You’re beautiful. Give me fifteen minutes and then I will praise you fully.” He takes a fast shower and changes for dinner, before coming out into the room. I am sitting in the desk chair and he looks me up and down.

  “Jayni, you are simply perfect. You look lovely. How was your day?”

  “It was great. I saw so much. What about you?”

  “Long,” he says. “This job gets tiring sometimes. Especially when you exert a lot of energy the night before.” He winks at me and I grin.

  “What time is dinner?”

  “They are meeting us next door in fifteen minutes,” he says after checking his watch.”

  “I can think of many things one can do in fifteen minutes,” I say slyly and slip my hand into his pants. He is instantly hard.

  “Oh no. I will be a mess for dinner.”

  “I’ll take care of you.” I work fast getting his pants off and go down on him. My tongue flicks back and forth and I move quickly. He almost comes immediately, so I spread my legs and he fucks me on the chair. It is a quick fuck but I get off and we are both on fire when he gets his pants back up. As we make our way to the door, he pulls me against him.

  “I expect much more of that tonight.”

  #

  The clients from London are friendly enough, but don’t seem very interested in me. One, Paul, is not much older than me; his father is older than Mike, though. Mike and Paul’s father talk through dinner, so I am mainly left to entertain Paul. He talks a lot about investments and his polo horses, which is boring. I am slightly disappointed because he is British so I thought he would be cute. Maybe he would be with his sandy hair and gray eyes if he were not so dull.

  I think because our conversation is so inane and the company is so bad that I am not expecting him to ask me out after dinner.

  “What?”

  “I just wondered.... I mean, the old guys can do their thing and maybe you want to go so something?” It bothers me hearing him refer to Mike as an “old guy” and I want to say no. This is my job, though; I was hired to do this.

  “Sure. What did you have in mind?”

  “I don’t know. Why don’t we ditch them and see where things lead?”

  That is the worst pickup line ever. I make eye contact with Mike as Paul gets up and waits for me. He nods and continues his conversation. I am a little hurt that he does not even care that I am leaving. Paul is anxious to go, though, so we leave.

  We have barely made it around the corner before he is all hands.

  “My hotel is right down there. Thankfully I talked my father into separate rooms this time.”

  “Paul, I don’t think...”

  “Oh. I thought. I mean, my dad said...”

  “You thought I was a prostitute.”

  “Kind of.”

  “No. I am absolutely not a prostitute. My job is to be a client liaison, but I am not paid to have sex with you.”

  “Jayni, I’m so sorry. I must have been a bore.”

  “Well, polo horses aren’t interesting.”

  I don’t expect him to laugh. “Listen, we still have the night. Let’s go out. My treat. And I promise, nothing creepy.”

  “Why the hell not?”

  We find a club a few blocks away. Paul can really dance and he is the center of attention on the floor. I actually find myself having a good time and think of Katie. I take Paul’s picture and text it to her. Almost immediately, my phone buzzes.

  Tell me it’s a date. He’s adorable.

  No, a work thing. My boss is in a meeting so he and I are dancing.

  Jayni, lighten up. Have some fun while you’re away.

  Ha. If she only knew. I have been.

  Girl, you’re in a different city with a cute guy. Make the most of it. And I want details.

  I stop texting her. Paul dances over to me and we head to the bar for drinks. It is too loud to talk really but he smiles at me.

  “Sorry I was lame earlier,” he yells.

  “It’s fine. This is fun,” I yell back.

  “Yeah, but it is really loud.”

  He finishes his drink and asks if I want to leave. I nod, leaving most of my drink unfinished. We walk along the street and take in the city lights.

  “Have you ever been to London?”

  “No,” I say. “I never go anywhere.”

  “You can come visit sometime.”

  “See those polo horses in action?”

  “Okay, you win. The polo horses are ridiculous. But I was at dinner with a pretty girl and she looked bored to death. I didn’t know what to say to her. And I thought she was being paid to talk to me!”

  I don’t tell him that technically I was. “So what do you actually like?” I ask.

  “Dancing. One of my friends is a DJ. She is pretty successful at home.”

  “Friends?” There is something in the way his voice changes as he talks about her.

  “An ex. I’ve been trying to fix things, but you know...”

  “I understand,” I tell them although I really don’t. I have never had a relationship that I cared about enough to notice much when it ended.

  “What about you? Anyone special?”

  “It’s complicated.”

  “Isn’t it always?”

  We get back to the area by the hotels and he walks me to mine. “Thanks again for tonight Jayni. And sorry about-”

  “It’s fine.” I kiss him on the cheek before heading inside. He turned out alright after all.

  5.

  Mike is sitting up in bed reading something for work when I come in.

  “How was it?”

  “Nice. We went dancing and then took a walk.”

  “That’s all?” He raises an eyebrow.

  “That’s all.” I don’t tell him that Paul was under the impression that I was an escort. I know it will bother him. I crawl onto the bed next to him. “What about you? Exciting night?”

  “Possible contract,” he says, holding out the paper he is reading.

  “Should I leave you to it?” I ask.

  “Well I have a good deal of work to do and it is already after midnight. I mean, unless you had something in mind.”

  At first, I feel sad until I realize he is teasing me. “I could probably think of something,” I suggest.

  He puts the contract away and gets up. “Okay. I will be right back. You gave me an idea last night.”

  I take off my dress and shoes and lie on the bed in my bra and panties. He comes back a minute later, but does not take his shirt or pants off. He is carrying the same ice bucket I used last night. This time, though, it is my hands that are bound; he uses his ties to bind my arms to the headboard. He unbuckles my bra and pulls down my panties. Then, before I know what he is planning, he unbuttons his shirt and uses it as a blindfold.

  “I thought you had no weird habits,” I say.

  “I can stop if you would like.”

  “Hell no.”

  He chuckles. He starts at my toes, sucking my toes, which is sexier than I would have thought. The nerves in my legs are on fire before he even gets close to my stomach. He kisses along my stomach and chest, but quickly moves back to my thighs. His hands rub my thighs and then suddenly, after a brief pause, the sensation along my clit tears through me. He is running an ice cube around my clit and down the lips of my vagina. The cold and wet feeling thrills me and I come before he can do anything else.

  “Oh God, yes. More.”

  He does it again and again, the ice cubes melting fast as they come in contact with the heat of me. When he brings another one to my clit, I am bucking and I cry out as he slips it into me. The shock turns to insane pleasure.

  “Jesus. What are you doing?”

  He puts another inside of me but then the cold stops. He is moving and his body is bearing down and he is fucking me and, sweet Lord, I cannot imagine ho

w it can keep getting better. Every single time is more amazing than the last. We both come quickly. It is late so he unties me and kisses me once more before turning out the light.

  I turn to my side and he spoons me, our naked bodies clinging to one another as we drift off to sleep, exhausted.

  #

  This time, Mike wakes me before he leaves. He is already fingering me when I fully realize what is happening.

  “Good morning,” I say.

  “Good morning. Feel free to go back to sleep. I just thought I would have a little fun before work.”

  “Nice try.”

  I mount him from reverse and he sits up slightly so that his cock is hitting my pleasure point. I lean forward more and tickle his balls. He thrusts a few times before we both come quickly. He knows how to please me and how to ensure I come each time.

  “I hate leaving you,” he says as he sits down next to me.

  “That’s just because you’re addicted to fucking me,” I tell him.

  “I suppose that’s partly true, but you know, it’s crazy. I actually missed you all day yesterday. I have known you less than a week and yet I can’t stand being apart from you.”

  “Are we really going to wait two weeks to see one another?” I ask.

  “We shall see. Maybe I will come and boyfriend-proof that apartment of yours.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “See you tonight.”

  I can’t fall asleep after he leaves, so I decide to call Katie.

  “Hey,” she says. She is half asleep and I realize it’s Sunday morning. She probably just went to bed,

  “I think I’m in trouble,” I tell her. “I am falling in love with my boss.”

  “Does he like you?”

  “I think so, but it’s weird. He gets really quiet if I mention anything personal.”

  “Is he married?”

  “No. Definitely not.”

  “Have you Googled him?”

  “What?”

  “Google him. Maybe you will learn something?”

  “Thanks. Good idea.”

  “Of course. And never again call me before one on a Sunday.” She hangs up and I Google Mike’s name. Most of the hits are about his business, interviews with Forbes and other magazines, or articles about charitable contributions. It is on page four that I see the article.

  Local Businessman Mourns Wife and Son

  Local businessman Mike Arnauer mourns today as he attends the funeral of his wife and son. Arnauer’s wife Eileen and their son, James, were killed in a tragic accident last weekend. Arnauer was driving the car when it hit a patch of ice and spun out, slamming into a guardrail. Eileen and James, who was also on the passenger side, were killed on impact; Arnauer suffered minor injuries but now must start over on his own.

  The article is dated twenty years ago. I was three years old. Now I understand Mike’s reluctance to be involved with anyone seriously. He is probably still devastated.

  I spend the day watching television and trying to decide what to say to him. When he gets back, I am not dressed yet.

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t change yet.”

  “It’s alright,” he says. “We canceled dinner. We were able to get the deal done today. It’s better, because I am tired anyway. Tomorrow I have the one meeting and then we need to see my local client. So it’ll be good to rest easy.”

  He gets into the bed next to me. He starts caressing my ass, but I can’t stop thinking about the article. The mood is not coming, and he can tell.

  “Are you okay?” His concern is touching. He stops his caresses and sits up. “What’s wrong?”

  “I shouldn’t have pried, but I Googled you.”

  “Why?”

  “It was Katie’s suggestion.”

  “What did you tell Katie?”

  “That I was falling in love with you.”

  “Jayni, don’t.” He puts his head in his hands. “I am a broken man. I warned you. I should have known this would never work.”

  “Why? I know you care for me.”

  “You’re right. I do. You are a lovely girl, but I am not interested in love. I will never be a serious boyfriend or lover for anyone. I can’t give you more than this.”

  “Is it because of Eileen?”

  The room goes quiet. Mike’s eyes cloud over and he is sobbing. “How did you hear her name? Google?”

  “There was an article....”

  “I killed her.” He is hysterical. He is a broken man and I want to fix him, to make him whole again. I hold him as he cries. “It was all my fault.”

  “The article said it was icy.”

  “I was on the phone. A work call. If I had not been distracted, I could have-”

  “Mike, even if that were true, it has been twenty years and it was an accident. You can’t close yourself off forever.”

  “I chose work over my family. Now I must live with that choice.”

  “I know what happened, and I still love you.”

  He looks at me, heartbroken. “You do?”

  “I do. I love you. I have fallen for you quickly, but I adore you.”

  “Jayni, I want to be a man to you, a lover. Not just someone you sleep with because it is your job.”

  “Mike, the first time I touched you, I could have told you that it was more than a job.”

  “Last time, I had an assistant, she fell for me. But I did not care for her the same way. It got dangerous and I was scared to try again.” His confession shakes me.

  “You promised you would not hurt me, and I will not hurt you. If this turns out to be better as a business deal, we will keep it that way. But I need you to know that my feelings are real.”

  He kisses me and I undress him. When he enters me this time, it is as a lover. He is gentle and our lovemaking is sweet. I feel him dip into the folds of my vagina and he slowly teases me, getting me wet and warm. I wrap my arms around him and he makes love to me like I will be the thing that saves him. I come when he whispers that he loves me. He holds me after. We fall asleep that way, and he is on his way to healing.

  6.

  Mike’s local client is older than me and younger than Mike. He is dark and he answers his door wearing only black silk pants. Even after my confession of love last night, I can’t deny that this man excites me. I feel guilty, because I would not want to see Mike with another woman. Still, I remind myself, I am getting paid to entertain this man. And man, do I want this kind of entertainment.

  “Hey Mike,” he says as he lets us in. His home reeks of old money. I imagine he has a summer place on Nantucket or in Newport.

  “Craig, I would like you to meet Jayni. Jayni, this is Craig.”

  Craig looks me up and down. “Jayni, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

  “The pleasure is all mine,” I say.

  “I hope I can make it so,” he says. He is not subtle and I realize I am out of my depths here. “So, Mike, what is it I can help you with?”

  “I have a contract I would like your assistance with. I think I can make it worth your while.”

  Craig eyes me again and brushes a hand along my ass. “Oh I certainly think you can.”

  “Business or pleasure first?” Mike asks.

  I can see Craig’s erection as he checks me out. He comes up behind me and it pushes into my ass. It is huge and I am terrified. I want this man, but I don’t think I can handle him. His voice is husky as he says, “Pleasure.” I almost swoon right there.

  “Pleasure it is,” Mike agrees and the three of us head upstairs to a luxurious bedroom. Craig’s four-poster bed is giant and covered in satin sheets. There is a large box beside the bed. He leads me to it and starts to undress me. I reach out to pull down his pants but he stops me.

  “I told you the pleasure will be all yours,” he says and he finishes undressing me and then lifts me up, placing me down in the center of the satin sheets. I am surprised when I see Mike standing on the other side of the bed.

  “I knew he would like you,” he says and he starts to und
ress. Craig sits beside me as Mike lies down atop me. He kisses me and Craig runs his fingertips over my thighs while Mike caresses my breasts. Craig stands and drops his pants as Mike gets ready to enter me. The size of Craig’s massive cock is overwhelming. Mike slips into me, and I give in to pleasure, but part of me cannot stop fantasizing about Craig. After we get a rhythm going, Mike moves away and I am left on the bed lying there, naked, frustrated.

  “What’s happening?” I ask.

  Mike smiles. “I was just warming you up. Craig likes to fuck when the girl is desperate. Are you desperate?”

  I realize the game they are playing. I think back to Mike’s teasing in the limo. “I don’t know. I mean, it could go either way.”

  “Is that so?” Craig asks. He shoves a finger into me hard. I clench my walls tight around it but he tickles me and then moves away. “Yeah, I think you’re right. You don’t want this.” He pushes his dick into my face and I lick the shaft. It is enormous and I will have all of it, but I am enjoying this game.

  “I think you’re right,” Mike says. “Maybe we should go take care of that contract.”

  “Good idea,” Craig agrees. “But let’s make this one wish she had played along.” He opens the box beside the bed and takes out several scarves and ties. He gets me bound to the bed with a collection of them so that both my arms and legs are tied. Then he takes out a contraption and places it between my legs. There are straps on it and he loops them around my thighs, so that the piece in the middle is up against my clit and pussy and held in place. When he bends over to press a switch on the contraption, I realize I am in trouble. It begins to vibrate and waves of pleasure spill through me. Craig and Mike smile at me and leave the room. They can’t be gone even ten minutes before I am almost in tears. The pleasure is too intense. The vibrations wrack my body and I start to moan. I hope Craig’s home is sound proof because I begin to scream.

 
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