by Amber Skyze
She groaned.
“I didn’t mean…sir, really.”
Liam jumped to his feet. Glancing at his name tag, he said, “Relax, Paul. I’m just joking.”
Slowly Paul’s color returned to his face. Brooke realized that if she wanted to hang out with Liam in public she’d have to be ready for anything.
Liam picked out a mattress and bedroom set. They looked at leather sofas after. Paul excused himself for a bit.
“You really gave him a fright,” she said, watching him get comfortable on a couch.
“They’re all too uptight. They’re so concerned about their commission. They need a little comic relief.”
He had a point. They were uptight and stuffy.
Paul returned a short while later.
“So what do you think?”
“I’m going to measure it to make sure it will all fit in my apartment. If it does, you have yourself a sale.”
“Would you like me to put all the information in the computer? It will save some time when you return.”
“Sure.”
Brooke saw the excitement in Paul’s eyes, thinking about the dollar signs. Liam had made his day, even if he’d almost given him a heart attack.
By the time they left the store Brooke was exhausted. She just wanted to go home and drop on her couch and put her feet up.
“Ready to call it a day?” she asked.
“Yeah. I should get back to the Manor.”
She nodded, thankful he was ready too.
The ride back was quiet. Brooke became overwhelmed by the events of the day. They’d picked out lingerie and furniture together. Those were things couples did together. Not two people who were just getting to know each other.
Regrets invaded her mind. She definitely shouldn’t have agreed to him tagging along with her today. They weren’t a couple and they never would be. Yes, they had fun together, but that was it. Relationships were off limits.
She slammed on the brakes, practically sending him through the windshield when they arrived at his car.
“Whoa! Where’s the fire?”
“Sorry. I’m in a hurry. It’s been great. We’ll talk soon.”
“Thanks for stopping. I could’ve just tucked and rolled.”
“Enjoy work, Liam.”
“Yeah, right. See ya around.”
He closed the car door with a resounding thud. She knew she’d hurt him, but couldn’t do a thing about it. Once he stepped away from the car she hit the gas pedal, spinning the tires, spitting rocks in her wake.
* * * * *
Liam wasn’t used to being brushed off by women. Not that he brushed them off, but suddenly he felt like he was being used for sex. Brooke was sending him mixed signals. One minute she was acting like she wanted to spend more time with him, the next she couldn’t get away fast enough.
He didn’t know what to do. He wanted more of her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, but he didn’t want to push her either. She seemed scared. He’d give her some time and call her in a few days. Maybe if she had time to think about things she’d want the same things as him. God he hoped he was right.
Liam went into Freedom Fantasies. He had a lot of stocking to do before the place opened for business. Last night was another full house and if he was lucky tonight would be the same. He couldn’t resist the money he made at his job. While he’d never given it serious thought before, now he could see the benefit of spending a night in one of the rooms, with Brooke of course.
He’d love getting to know each and every inch of her body. He wanted to kiss every last inch of her flesh over and over again. He wouldn’t mind spanking that sweet ass of hers either, turning it all nice and pink. He wondered what her thoughts were about sexual toys. Surely she couldn’t think of them as a bad thing, not when her friend owned Freedom Fantasies.
If she did enjoy them why hadn’t she been a guest to any of the rooms? There was something for everyone, even the soloist. She could easily pleasure herself in a number of the rooms.
Deep down he was glad she hadn’t been to the rooms. It would make it that much more special when they got a room, because Liam was determined they would spend a night or two together there. It would have to be her idea though. And her invitation. Those were the rules and he wasn’t about to break them.
With renewed determination, Liam set out stocking the beer cooler, cleaning glasses and replacing empty liquor bottles. He would have Brooke again. He just knew it.
Kim walked in just as he finished stocking the bar.
“How are you, Liam?”
Liam groaned inwardly. This wasn’t the routine “How are things?” That look in her eyes told him it was more about making sure he didn’t fuck with Brooke’s feelings.
“I’m good, Kim. How are you?” May as well go with the small talk for now.
“Wonderful. I see you went home with Brooke last night.”
No beating around the bush for her.
He nodded.
“She’s been hurt in the past. She lost someone she loved very much. She’s fragile.”
Liam wanted to laugh. Kim obviously didn’t know her friend too well. The Brooke he met last night was not fragile. She was a strong, confident woman.
“I’m not going to hurt her, Kim. So if you’re asking me not to spend time with her I’d have to argue. I don’t want to cause any problems for us, but I like Brooke—a lot. There’s something about her.” Fear pitted in his stomach. He didn’t want to lose his job, but he didn’t want to lose Brooke either. He was very attracted to her.
“I don’t think you would intentionally hurt her. I’m just asking you to use caution when it comes to her.”
“Then you’re okay with us dating and me working here?”
“I’m all about happiness, Liam. I wouldn’t begrudge anyone, especially you and Brooke, finding your someone special. Look around you, it’s my livelihood.”
“I know. I just want you to know that I’ve never gone home with a client or anyone from Freedom Fantasies, until Brooke.”
“I believe you.”
He pinched his lips together and nodded. Thankfully she understood and wasn’t looking to fire him. She was watching out for her friend though. He would have to tread carefully with Brooke. He didn’t want to scare her away or fuck things up with his boss.
“Have a good day, Liam.” As quickly as she’d appeared, she disappeared.
“See ya, Kim.”
He let out a breath of relief once she was out of sight. Talk about nerve racking. Having your boss confront you about dating was not his idea of fun. She wasn’t looking to stop him from pursuing Brooke, which pleased him. No, with her warnings, Kim only made him want Brooke more.
Chapter Four
Brooke thought about Liam all the next day. She couldn’t shake the feeling of his lips caressing her body. She longed to feel his soft hands roaming her skin. She thought about calling him. She picked up the phone and started to dial Freedom Fantasies but quickly hung up.
“What am I thinking? I can’t call him at work.” But she wanted to. She wanted to get a room with him. She could picture them taking a long, leisurely bubble bath together. He would wash her hair and touch her in places her body cried out to be touched. After the bath he would take her to the bedroom where he would tie her to the bed and feast on her body. Or maybe they could experiment with chocolate or wax. She could see herself licking chocolate off his penis. She could more than imagine it, she wanted to do it now.
She changed her mind. Picking up the phone, she dialed. It rang three times before David picked up.
“Freedom Fantasies.”
“Hi, I’m looking for ummm…Liam.”
“One sec.”
If he recognized her voice he didn’t say anything. Brooke waited what seemed an eternity before Liam came to the phone.
“This is Liam.”
“Hi,” she said shyly.
“Brooke?”
“Yes.”
“I
t’s so great to hear from you. I didn’t expect… Oh it doesn’t matter. How are you?”
“I’m good. Horny.” Holy shit where had that come from?
“If you’re horny I’m your man.”
Oh yes he was. He was the person who was going to make all her fantasies reality.
“I was thinking the same. What time do you get off work?”
“Whenever the crowd disperses. Usually late though.”
“Hmmm.” She wasn’t about to let that deter her from her plan. “If I get a room would you spend some time with me?”
“Are you kidding? I’d love to.”
The excitement in his voice made her feel good about her decision. It was the right choice, calling him.
“I’ll make arrangements with Kim. I’ll drop by the bar tonight with the details.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
“See ya tonight.” She set the receiver down and paced the living room. She couldn’t believe she’d propositioned him—again. She didn’t go around soliciting sex. Yet here she was asking him to join her in a room. Now what was she going to do? She’d have to go through with the plan after all.
She called Kim and inquired about a room. She wasn’t sure what fantasy she wanted, but she knew it had to have a large bathtub. Big enough for them to share.
“I can’t believe you’re looking for something so soon.”
“Kim, there’s nothing wrong with me wanting to be with someone I find attractive.”
“I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is maybe you want to slow things down a bit. You’ve spent more time with him in the last two days than you have with any man since Carl.”
“And now I want more. What’s wrong with that? You and Paige are constantly begging me to go out and get laid. I finally do and now you’re trying to rein me in? Seriously, that’s a bit fucked up.”
She let out a deep breath. “You’re right. We have been pushing you. You deserve happiness. Let me find you something and I’ll call you back.”
“Fine.” She didn’t know if she should be angry or relieved at Kim’s reaction. Was she being foolish jumping in bed with Liam so quickly? It wasn’t like she’d had sex in the last eighteen months. She wasn’t sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry. She was sleeping with Liam and enjoying every moment of it.
She didn’t care what her friend thought. She wanted to spend more time with him and she was going to. Now she had to figure out some kind of fantasy. Maybe it was time to do a little research on the internet.
She booted up her laptop and did a Google search on men’s top fantasies. It came back with a lot of hits. All mostly the same. The schoolgirl fantasy, the naughty nurse fantasy and sex with another woman. Nah, that wasn’t her thing.
A stripper. Now that was something she could imagine. She wondered if Liam would pretend to be a male stripper for her. The thought of him dancing in only skimpy undies, probably a G-string, with his cock all rock-hard. Her pussy grew wet just thinking about it.
She could strip for him too. Give him a lap dance, slick his body up with oil and enjoy the feel of them gliding over each other, slipping and sliding. That was a thought too.
Another suggestion, the older teacher-student, didn’t do anything for her. It came back to the stripper fantasy.
She’d have to call Kim back and let her know what she was looking for. She prayed she was more agreeable this time.
Kim had the perfect room for her. It had the oversized tub she was looking for along with a stripper pole. She mentioned something about a swing too. Brooke knew she’d have to do some research on that one before getting there. She wanted to know exactly what it was and how to use it.
Her mind was aflutter when she researched the swing. It was a crazy contraption. She wondered if she had the ability to hang from it and have sex the way some of the pictures showed.
She’d give it a try. Why not, she had nothing to lose. A thought crept into her mind.
Would Liam be open to my ideas?
She’d find out tonight. Best if she knew sooner than later, because Brooke had a kinky side to her—one she was ready to explore.
Brooke dressed less seductively that night. If she was going to be stripping, it would be more fun if she was fully dressed. Wearing a pair of jeans and a black cotton shirt, with a cami underneath, she slipped on thigh-high boots. Strutting over to the full-length mirror, she inspected her outfit.
“Not bad.” Her hair hung loosely around her face. She swept it up into a twist. She left a few tendrils curving along the outlines of her cheeks.
“Well, Liam, here goes nothing.”
Liam whistled when she walked through the entrance to the bar. He’d spotted her immediately. How could he miss her? She lit up the room with her radiant smile and those sparkling blue eyes. She looked a little nervous.
If he were honest with himself, he was a bit nervous too. He wasn’t afraid of what she had planned. He was afraid of the feelings bubbling up inside him whenever she was near. He’d never fallen for anyone so quickly. She was a remarkable woman. He knew she had fears and she’d been hurt in the past, but he wasn’t looking to hurt her. He wanted to protect her and keep her safe. He wanted to shout from the rooftops that he felt something for her, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t admit his feelings to her or he might scare her off. Scaring her off would only complicate things. They wouldn’t be able to explore this new-found attraction.
A frightening thought came into his mind. What if she couldn’t handle their age difference? What if they were all about sex? That was the last thing he needed. He could find sex from anyone. He wanted more from Brooke.
“Wow. You look hot!”
“Thanks.” She blushed.
“I’m one lucky guy.” He leaned against the bar and flashed her a smile.
“You’re about to get even luckier.”
Oh he liked the sound of that.
“Yeah? How so?”
“I’m going to show you when you’re finished working.”
His cock sprang to life. Shit, she was killing him already.
“I can hardly wait.” He wanted to go into the back room and give himself a little relief. He wouldn’t. He’d wait until his time with Brooke. She’d give him all the pleasure he needed.
“Something to drink while you wait?”
“Nah, I’m gonna go see my friend. I’ll be back though. Don’t go sneaking out on me.” She winked.
Not a chance in hell.
“I’ll be right here waiting.”
How the fuck was he supposed to concentrate on work when he knew what was waiting for him when he was done? Those thigh-high boots had his penis throbbing. Her ass looked so sexy in tight jeans. He wanted to spank it and feel her squirm in his lap. God, he wanted to plunge into her wet pussy and feel her juices soaking him.
He grunted. It was going to be a very long night.
Brooke smiled as she left the bar. Liam was sexually frustrated already. He would be primed by the time he finished his shift. She was ready now. Her panties were drenched. Her pussy ached and her nipples were poking through the lace bra. Temptation to go to the room and give herself release was overpowering. A quick orgasm wouldn’t hurt, would it?
Maybe once she was done with Kim she’d do just that.
Kim and Paige were waiting in Kim’s office.
“So to what do I owe the honor of seeing both of you?” She didn’t have to ask the question. They were tag-teaming her.
“We just want to make sure you know what you’re doing,” Paige said, standing and hugging her friend.
“I’m a grown woman. I think I can decide what’s best for me.”
“We know you can make decisions on your own, Brooke. We’ve been wanting you to find someone for a very long time.”
“Then why the concern all of a sudden?” Frustrated, she flopped into the chair. The last thing she needed was her friends bringing her down. She was excited about tonight. She wanted to explore her sexual desires w
ith Liam. This ganging up on her was not acceptable.
“We just want to make sure you don’t get hurt.”
“Hurt?” She laughed. “I’m not going to get hurt. This is all fun. I’m not looking for a full-blown relationship. Have you seen the age difference between Liam and me?”
Paige reached out and touched her hand.
“I didn’t want to be the one to mention it, but yes. He is a bit young.”
“I don’t think age is an issue,” Kim declared. “Liam is very mature for his age. I, for one, am glad you chose him to explore your sexual fantasies with. I just want you to use caution, that’s all. He’s the first person you’ve been with since Carl.”
“Like I said, I’m not going to fall in love. Can’t a woman have fun with a younger man? Men do it all the time.” Fear coiled in her stomach. Should she be concerned about his age? Yes, she realized there was a large gap between them, but it didn’t matter. At least not to her. She was enjoying his company. She reveled in the idea of seducing him tonight. She refused to let her friends get her down.
“I’m sorry if you guys disapprove, but I’m not backing out. I want to be with Liam.” She stood and headed for the door. “And if you were my friends you’d support me in my decision.”
“Come back here, Brooke,” Paige said. “We just want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons.”
“I’m doing this for sex. I want to feel wanted. Is that so hard to understand?” She reeled with pent-up anger.
“Okay. Okay. We get that.”
She watched as Kim threw Paige a warning look.
“Come sit for a few minutes. Liam won’t be done with work for a while.”
She didn’t want to talk to them anymore. She was pissed that they’d cornered her in Kim’s office. A few minutes ago she was looking forward to giving herself a splendid climax and now she was defending her decisions to her best friends.
“I shouldn’t have to defend my actions. You guys should be supporting me no matter what I decide.”
“You’re right and we do.”
“Yes, we do,” Paige relented. “This just seems to be happening really quickly. Just last week you didn’t want anything to do with men.”