I lick my lips, staring at it. For show, of course. After his violent outburst I’m not digging him as much now. I want a man to treat me right. He’s not the kind. “Do you want me to suck him or do you want to shove him in here?” I lift my dress to expose my thong. I spread my legs and pull the thong to the side to show him my pussy.
“Damn you’re sexy. Worth every penny.”
Yep, another no-no in the world of sex. If you want to reel in your escort and make her do an even better job, don’t talk about payment when you’re about to do the deed. It’s not sexy. It’s downright demeaning.
I turn around and bend over to give him a good view of my plump ass.
“Oh fuck Ty, let my fuck you. My come is dripping off my dick already.”
I grab my purse and pull out a condom. I’m still wet from Joseph earlier so I should be good to go without lube. I don’t think it’ll take jackass over here long to come. I’ll make sure of it. I want to get home. I’ve got to work with Becka tomorrow night anyhow.
I roll the condom on for him and I bend over the couch. He fucks me and like I figured, he doesn’t take long and I fake moan and grind my hips. I can make this believable as it comes. He grunts loud and fills the condom deep inside me. The whole time I’m thinking of fucking my favorite man. I can’t help it. He keeps me wet so I don’t need any lube. He pulls out his cock and ties the top off.
“God I can’t believe you’re so damn tight Tylah,” He huffs, catching his breath post orgasm. I’m fine. I’m barely worked up. My pussy is tender but that’s thanks to sexy Joseph, not this man.
We finish up say our goodbyes and his driver takes me home to Queens and drops me off on Astoria. It’s one a.m. by the time I stroll through my front door and Becka’s not home yet so I strip down, shower and go to sleep. I’m exhausted. So much for a magical night. The only thing pleasant about it all was the two hundred dollar tip, Joseph, and free food. But I have a strange feeling I’ll be seeing John again.
Chapter Seven
‘Ring, Ring Hookah, Ring, Ring,’ My phone sings and vibrates. It’s Lala from True Blood welcoming me awake.
Fuck I’m tired. Who is calling me? Oh yeah this can only be one of the people from work.
I slap my hand on my bed side table and pull my phone to my ear.
“Yeah?” I bark and check out my alarm clock. It’s nine in the damn morning.
“Sorry Alexis, didn’t mean to wake you. But did Becka come home last night? I got payment this morning but I haven’t heard from her. Plus I have some stuff you and I need to talk about.” Brian’s in serious mode. I’m so not in the mood.
“Fine, fine. Let me check.” I drop out of my bed and onto my creamy shag rug. I love this thing. I pad my way into Becka’s room. “She’s passed out asleep,” I confirm and go back into my room and lay in bed. I hate waking up this early. I’m not a morning person in any way shape or form.
He breathes a sign of relief. “Oh, thank god. Seems as though both my number one girls were working extra hard last night and I was worried.”
“Huh?”
“I received the $2200 for you from John and he wants to book for you next Wednesday night. This time it’s just you two. No gala… and…”
I cut him off. “He put his hand on me last night at dinner Brian, if he wants to date me again you need to talk to him. Plus, I want more money if I have to put up with that bullshit. Straight up. If you want to keep him on my client list then he pays more for that fucking outburst. If he turns out to be nicer then I’ll drop him back but I’m not doing it again for less than twenty-five hundred.”
He chuckles. “I know all about his hands. I got a call bright and early this morning from Joseph stating you bumped into him last night. I thought it was a bit strange to get a wire of five grand last night from him. I thought it was a prepayment.”
“What the fuck! He paid that much money?” I’m pissed, Joseph is crazy. Lock him in the looney bin kind of crazy.
“Yeah, didn’t know you were working both men last night. You’re an animal,” he teases.
“I didn’t fuck Joseph. He fingered me and that’s it. I didn’t touch him,” I clarify in a burst of frustration.
“What?” He sounds confused.
“Yep, I offered but he wouldn’t let me. Said that touching me was fine with him. We did it in a closet at the gala after he tracked me down to make sure I wasn’t hurt from John. We were at the same damn table together. It was awkward.”
He busts out laughing and I pull the phone from my ear. I don’t find it humorous. Laugh it up Brian. Jerk wad.
“He shouldn’t be paying if he’s not getting anything,” he states, finally calming down.
“I told him the same damn thing. He said he’d pay a million just to sleep with me. I think he’s going off the deep end. When is he booked again?”
“He’s with you Tuesday and Friday next week. Two nights and seventeen thousand total for you.”
Oh this is wrong, wrong and more wrong. Two nights with Joseph and one night with John next week. And Joseph doesn’t even know my first name. Maybe I should tell him? I’ve used Tylah for so long when I fuck. I dunno, but if he’s paying that much I feel like I should at least reveal something. Damn, he is nuts. I don’t have a pussy of gold, for Christ sake.
“I like him, Brian. You shouldn’t be charging that much,” I snap at my boss.
“Chill out woman. I know that. I told him that we could do five a full night. I know you hump like bunnies but it’s a good cut for us and he gets a break. He wired twenty over anyhow. I texted him to tell him no but he said he has another gift for you and that the extra money is my buy out so you’ll accept it. Whatever the hell it is. Then I got the extra five this morning. Which I’m not taking a cut of. That’s a tip, or that’s what I consider it. I make plenty from you. And by the way, your little roomy will be sleeping all day because she was gangbanged last night. By eight guys and they all paid up.”
Holy shit!
“What?!” I screech, sitting up in bed.
“Yeah, the party was a little more than a normal party. They all liked her and offered her a shit load of cash to fuck them all. She did it all eight of them and they booked her all again, two weeks out. Let her sleep until it’s time for tonight. She needs the healing. Plus give her some of that salve for her pussy; it will help the soreness.”
“Okay,” I choke out. Damn, my best friend just slept with eight dudes in one night. I’ve been offered that a few times but I never accepted it. I’m not that insane. They fuck assholes and pussies and mouths when you do that kind of stuff. I’m not down with the DP and mouth stuff. But if she would have called me I would have made an exception to help her. Shit, that’s too many cocks for one woman. She’s probably sore as hell. I would be. “Brian, if she thinks this is too much, I’ll do the gig with her next time. This way she’s not taken advantage of and we can handle eight men between the two of us,” I explain as calmly as I can. I’m still freaking out.
“You ask her. I’ll talk to the clients if she agrees.”
We talk another ten minutes about my last night and the plans for next week. I guess I get Joseph two nights. Which I am completely smitten with. He’s much better than John but I get John on Wednesday. Maybe I can make that a quick fuck and leave. I’m sure I’ll be super sore anyhow after being with Joseph all night.
***
It’s six and it’s time to wake the sleeping beauty. She’s been out all day. I had to check her pulse twice to make sure she wasn’t dead.
“Becka,” I push her and she groans. “Beck, get up, we’ve got dates tonight. A double one, remember? You’ve got to be a hot girlfriend. I’ve got to be the best friend.” I push her again.
She opens her eyes with a giant sleepy smile and stretches her arms above her head. Her long blonde hair slayed over her pillow perfectly. She’s even sexy when she wakes up without any makeup on.
“Hello, best friend of mine. Did Brian call you already?
” She can’t stop smiling.
I giggle. “Yes, I know you took of eight dicks last night. You’re nuts. How was it?”
“It was AWESOME!” She screams and I laugh at her again, shaking my head. This woman is a lunatic. “I got fucked in my ass which made me come, then they fucked my pussy mostly and I came like twenty times, a few of them were givers and sucked my clit or played with it while they fucked me, I got Dp’d and the man who took my ass was huge. I jacked a few and sucked a few off. It was amazing. Total head buzz. You should try it. I was drenched with sweat and my pussy is killing me and my arms are on fire from so much jacking. But I made bank and came so much. Damn, you should have been there.” She taps me lazily on the shoulder with the biggest sated grin ever.
“If you want to share the wealth I’ll work with you in two weeks since they booked you again. Unless you want all eight cocks to yourself.” I smile and push her to make sure she gets up. We have to be on Astoria at seven thirty.
She peels back the covers and she’s completely naked and so am I. We don’t wear a lot of clothes around the house. We’re chicks; it doesn’t matter. Spreading her legs, she rubs her fingers over her swollen lips and winces.
I get up and retrieve the pussy salve we have from the bathroom and come back.
“Here, let me put this on,” I offer and open the jar. It’s a concoction Brian made. I have no idea what’s in it but it does work wonders.
She spreads further and I collect some of the cream on my fingers. I apply it over her bright red pussy lips and she flinches as her face contorts. I know it hurts. I’ve been sore before, many times.
“Do you want me to open them up? Or leave them closed? I can put it inside too.”
“Do it all,” She whines.
I part her lips with my one hand and gently as lightly as possible massage the cream into every nook and cranny of her folds. I get a big dollop and massage it into her clit and it comes out of its hood to say hello. She has the biggest clit I’ve ever seen. It’s not like a giant body builders one but it’s about three times larger than average. And I find it fascinating. I can’t stop rubbing it.
“Oh, will you stop that? Or finish what you just started.” She teases and pushes her crotch at me.
I tap her clit and she bucks off the bed. “You’re horny already? Jesus woman. Save it for tonight. We’ve got a job to do,” I state sternly.
“No, you finish me please.” She begs.
I shake my head. “No, I’m sorry, I just find it interesting.”
“Then examine it more, Alexis. It won’t take long. My arms are so sore and I’d rather you do it. It feels better,” she whines like a baby. This must be how she turns men on.
I ignore her and lube my hand back up with more cream and plunge my fingers into her hole which is still surprisingly tighter than I expected. She winces again.
“See you’re not horny any more are you? That hurt didn’t it?”
She nods. “Yes, but I want you to make me come. And don’t forget my ass.” She wiggles her hips and gives me a little playful giggle.
“I’m not making you come. Make your date do that. And just the outside of the ass or inside too?”
“Well… if you’re offering, inside too.”
I push her legs up and make her hold them behind the knees to open up her behind better for me to reach.
“I’ll do this only because you’re my best friend.”
I lube her rosette and push one finger inside of her ass with the special cream on it. She groans appreciatively. This must have been the most painful part. It will relieve some of the pain. The cream has a slight numbing effect. But it does tingle the clit, making you want to orgasm. Although it doesn’t do that to the rest of your privates. Different types of skin, I guess. I make sure to carefully coat the inside of her asshole the best I can.
“Is that good?” I ask pulling my finger out.
She shakes her head sadly. “No, my ass needs more,” she whines. Yep, the big cock must have hurt.
I gather up another scoop on my index finger and push it back inside of her ass. She yips and I swirl inside, trying to get as much as I can without hurting her. The walls are smooth and truth be known this doesn’t gross me out. Some may find it odd I touch my best friend’s pussy or ass but it’s normal to me. It’s not sexual unless I allow it to be. When you sleep with men for a living and live with a woman who you’re naked around a shit ton, sex and nakedness take on different meanings. Men don’t see it that way for the most part they associate the two, but I don’t.
I pull it out and she seems to feel more at ease.
“Thanks.”
“Yep, now you can’t shower again because I just put that cream on but you need to get ready.” I glance at her nightstand clock. “We have an hour before it’s time to go.”
She nods. “Oh and Alexis please do the eight men with me in two weeks. I can’t do it again. You can have the big cock man. That tore my ass up.”
I shake my head. “I’m not doing anal. But I will help suck and fuck whoever.”
Chapter Eight
After another shower and she washed only her hair, we got dressed in business attire. Which of course I stupidly forgot to pick up new clothing for so I went with a black tight, high-waisted pencil skirt, black Gucci heels and a white tank with a thin red belt. It pops with sex appeal but it’s definitely business like. I don’t feel as sexy as usual. Becka has on a red slinky dress and black heels. It’s not as business as I think she should wear but it’ll make her client want to fuck her at first glance.
We pull up outside of Red and Blue and our driver gets out.
“Ladies, Mr. Blue and Mr. Saunders will be inside waiting for you,” Our chauffeur says, holding our door out for us. This time we have an actual limo. I’m used to town cars. But this is some pricy digs.
Anne, for all intensive purposes, gets out first and I slide out behind her. The place is packed as usual but we are greeted at the big front doors by a maître d’ in a fancy black tux.
“Hello, madams. Welcome to Red and Blue. It would be my pleasure to seat you. Please follow me,” He says pleasantly and opens the door, escorting us back to a private room with only a four person table. Candles are lit on the oversized table for four and two place settings have a bundle of flowers on them. The ambiance is enticing.
Both men seated in the opposite chairs stand and the tall thin blonde with broad shoulders that’s dressed impeccably in tan slacks and a light blue collared shirt approaches us. He bends down and kisses Becka aka Anne on the cheek.
“Hello baby. I’ve missed you,” he says sweetly.
She caresses his cheek peering into his eyes. “I missed you more, sweetie.”
Damn, she’s good.
“I hope it’s alright that I ordered for us. And if you could please introduce your best friend to Brad I’d be most appreciative,” he says, gesturing toward the table where the dark haired man is standing. It’s dimly lit in this room and over the top romantic. Andrew clasps Becka’s hand in his and escorts her to her seat at the table. I stand at the one opposite of hers with the big bouquet of red roses. Something about red roses and men. I can’t complain, they’re my favorite flower. Becka has a bouquet of white lilies. Which are her favorite. I wonder how they knew. Brian, perhaps?
“Brad, this is Tylah, my best friend,” Becka introduces, running her hand over her boyfriend’s arm.
He offers his hand. Which I accept and he shakes it firmly, my hand swallowed up in his. This isn’t what I’m used to. Most men kiss my hand. Oh, that’s right; he doesn’t know I’m an escort. Duh. This is going to make for an interesting evening. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tylah.” He smiles nervously.
“You too, Brad. So I hear you are friends with Andrew,” I state, taking a seat, my fingers caressing the softness of the rose petals in my dozen rose bouquet.
“Yes, sort of. I’m looking to co-own a restaurant chain with him. The first one we want to open will be
here in New York and if it progresses as we expect, it’ll be a huge hit. He typically does individual restaurants and I’ve been successful with chains,” he explains evenly. His voice is extra deep and bellows in my ears. I devote all my attention to him, soaking up his intelligent words. This is the first semi-intellectual stimulating conversation I’ve had in weeks. It’s a welcomed change of pace.
“That’s fascinating, Brad. What kind of chains do you own? I know Andrew has this restaurant and a few others in the city.” I ask, truly interested in his mind. I feel normal and less like a piece of meat. This would be a first.
“I have a chain of fifteen Mexican restaurants around the country called Pablo Verde and a smaller Italian chain of six called Vino’s.”
My mouth drops open. No way!
“You mean Vino’s as in the Italian restaurant with homemade bread and dipping oil? You have signature salads of cucumber, romaine lettuce, tomatoes and bacon?”
He chuckles and the corners around his eyes crinkle slightly. I wonder how old Brad is? He’s very attractive. Thicker than most men I’ve dated. He’s got big bulging arms and thick shoulders, a well-trimmed goatee and ice blue eyes. His hair’s dark brown almost black with no signs of gray and it’s spiked into a faux hawk. Imparting a young hipster vibe with his dark wash designer jeans, and white with a black skull button-down long-sleeved shirt. I wouldn’t be surprised if he doesn’t have more tattoos than the two on his forearms. Not a man you’d see paying for an Escort. He’s sexy enough to get a date on his own but the air about him tells me he doesn’t much care for romantic connections. He couldn’t be any less interested in me. Which honestly doesn’t hurt or bother me one bit. It’s refreshing, if anything.
“Yes, that’s the one. You’ve been?” he sounds surprised and his eyes glow. I can see he’s very passionate about the culinary division of the world.
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