“Brad decided he wants to go at the new pizzeria chain alone is what Andrews whining about. We spoke about it a little over the break. Never thought he’d do it though. Good for him.” I smile proudly.
“That’s cool. I really don’t care but I know you would want to hear it since everything pertaining to Brad you want to hear about,” she teases and pushes my leg. I think the awkwardness is finally diminished. That’s wonderful news.
“Yeah, I wish I didn’t but I do,” I mope.
“Cut it out. Stop being a baby and get ready for Joseph. That’ll be a welcomed distraction I’m sure.”
I lean up in bed and attach my arms around Becka, pulling her into a much needed hug. She leans into me, accepting the sentiment.
“You know I love you.” I kiss her cheek, let go, and slide out of bed. Making my way into the shower. I shave everywhere first. I’ve always been lucky, I’m only stuck shaving under my arms daily for my own sense of relief more than the actual need to do it. But my legs and pussy are a twice a week job. I could probably push my limits to once but I figure if a man is playing a shit load of money to date me. I might as well give him the bare silkiness rather than a little stubble. I cleanse my hair with our expensive shampoo. A rule in our six women company of Brian’s is that we are to deep condition our hair twice a month and use a clarifying shampoo twice a week. We’re also forbidden to use cheap body washes or shampoos. You wouldn’t think it makes a difference, but it does. Becka and I have fallen in love with Bed Head products so our shower and vanity is calked full. My body wash is Olay luscious embrace and Becka uses some weird organic kind with oranges in it.
I take an extra-long shower because payback is a bitch if she’s in need of it after I’m finished. Becka uses up the hot water all the damn time. Leaving me with a not so invigorating ice shower once I hit the face wash portion of my bathing experience. I’m very methodical when it comes to beauty regiments.
I step out and wrap myself with a white towel, Becka opens the door and uses the facilities to pee.
“So what’s the plan with Joseph tonight?” she asks, finishing her business.
“I’m not sure we’re meeting back at the Waldorf. I haven’t quite understood why there because he’s never brought me back to the same place more than once.”
“Maybe he’s creating a memory,” she teases, laughing.
I dry my hair, do my makeup and take myself into my bedroom to select a special outfit for this evening. Pushing through the hangers lining my long wall to wall closet I pull out my red corset dress with black lace edging. My garter is black with nude thigh highs. My thong is also black and crotchless and I don’t need a bra. Ten minutes later, I kiss Becka goodbye and I’m out the door strolling down the hill and to the right to Astoria Boulevard to wait for the Lincoln.
***
My phone goes off as we pull up to the hotel. Alerting me of a text.
“Just a minute,” I tell the driver.
“Yes, madam.”
I pull my phone out of my handbag and its bright light flashes Brad. I’ve got a text from him. The timing couldn’t be any worse.
Brad- Hey, wanted to say thanks for apartment shopping today. Just checked my email to see my credit card has racked up a hefty price tag. Which means you’ve found some good stuff. Hope I’m not bothering you. Just thought you deserved a little appreciation. Have a beautiful night Alexis. Talk with you soon.
What the hell? He doesn’t speak to me on the way home and now he’s being nice. What is his deal?
Me- You couldn’t bother me if you tried. Yes, I’ve selected over half of your apartment’s décor. Hope you like it. I gave the stores your number and mine. Give a heads up to security that there will be lots of packages coming and going the next week or two.
Brad- Sounds great. Oh, I’m leaving for Miami tomorrow to tie up a few loose ends with work and some new management. Going to lock down my condo there so I can get the new restaurant underway here. Which by the way I took your advice and backed out of it with Andrew. Should be gone a few weeks at most.
Me- How are the packages going to make it into the apartment if you’re not home? And yes I know I heard that you backed out. Becka had a date with Andrew last night. She said he was angry. I’m glad you did though and remember the loan is waiting for you when you get back.
Brad- I’m not taking the loan unless I need to, Alexis. But thanks. And I guess I hadn’t thought about the packages. Would it be okay if I gave you a key to my apartment? Until I return, of course. You can stop by on your free time to decorate or whatever it is you plan on doing.
Me- Sure, that makes sense. Have you at least upgraded your own seating arrangement to be more than a beanbag chair?
Brad- Haha, nope. I’m a simple man. It fits my butt fine. I’m lounging in it right now. Oh and sorry but I’m afraid I’ll have to leave my key with the security guard downstairs. I’m scheduled for an early morning out of LaGuardia. So I won’t have time to drop it by.
Me- Not a problem. Well I’m sitting outside of work right now and I think I better go inside. Have a great night. Give me a shout when you’re in Miami if you need anything.
What I want to say is ‘please call every day and tell me you love me and want to at least go on a date with me.’ A real one this time without moms, sisters or best friends. Can’t blame a girl for dreaming.
Brad- Oh sorry, didn’t know I was holding you up. I’ll for sure text or call when I’m south. Mi casa es tu casa. Laters.
“I’m finished,” I call to my chauffer.
He slides out of the front and opens my door for me. I meet up with the same man at the front desk to collect a key and up to the fifth floor I go.
“Hello handsome,” I call, opening the door to the suite.
“I thought you’d never come,” Joseph says lovingly, laying on the bed naked, his cock hard. Rose petals are dusted on every surface of the room. He’s lit at least ten candles and the lights are all off. It’s beautifully romantic.
“This is amazing and too much.” I gaze around the room, soaking up the ambiance.
“Nothing is too much for my lover. And I owe you for last Fridays fiasco. I sent an extra six over to Brian this morning.”
“I hope you mean six dollars,” I scold taking off my coat and draping it over the back of the white couch.
He chuckles. “No baby, I sent sixteen thousand over total.”
I can’t believe this man. He must think money grows on damn trees. Well, it might to him. I know he’s loaded. But spending this kind of money on a high-class hooker is ridiculous. Even if I am the person he’s paying, it still seems wrong no matter how I look at it. And I have no idea how to make it stop. Brian can’t keep it from dispensing into the company account and I’m just the employee who gets cut a proverbial weekly paycheck.
“Joseph, please stop doing that,” I request in a sexy childlike voice, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pouting my lip.
“Oh, baby. Don’t look at me like that. I just love to take care of my lover. The more I give the more you have and that’s all I want.”
I tug off my black heels, sitting them gently onto the floor and I curl up beside him so he can spoon me. His hand reaches over my stomach and his big cock is pushed against my plump ass. A feral noise erupts out of his throat. I love how sexy he sounds when he’s turned on. It makes my panties even wetter.
I pull his hand up to my mouth and suck in two of his fingers.
“Fuck,” he moans nibbling on my shoulder.
I suck on them hard and soft then I swirl my tongue just like I would do if it was his cock. My warm slick mouth nips the tips and he growls. Sucking them back into my mouth all the way into my throat, I let go of his wrist and extend my hand around the back of me, cupping his balls. He jumps at the forward contact and quickly settles back into my smooth palm.
I groan in my throat loud and suck onto him as I massage his balls nicely. I want to warm him up and my dress, I’m sure, is already
soaked with his pre-come. My panties if they had a crotch would be drenched as well. But my slit is dripping instead.
“Oh yes,” he groans, humping into my hand, his cock sliding along the back side of my red dress.
I pull my head back far enough and let his fingers fall from my mouth. He finds my breast and fondles it over my corset.
“I’m missed your cock so much, Joseph,” I murmur seductively. All for show and grasp his balls a little harder in my hand. His body shudders and a whimpering moan passes between his beautiful lips.
I release him just long enough that I can flip over and have my way with him. I’m turned on but not as much as I usually am when I see him. I blame it on Brad. Even when I’m busy and stuffed into doing something else. I can’t get him out of my head. He’s with me everywhere I go and everything I do. It sucks. When J Geils Band sang Love Stinks I thought they were stupid and just writing a rather catchy song. But it turns out it does stink in more ways than one. Fuck love!
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I blink a few times to tear out of my all-encompassing thoughts. He’s even interrupting my work time as well as my free time. I wish there was a cure for this. I’m sick with love.
“Oh, yes baby. Sorry I’ve been busy today. Trying to refocus on you, that’s all,” I apologize sweetly and grab his nuts hard. He squeals in delight and I know I’ve reeled him back into my world of fucking and sucking.
“What do you want sweetie?” I lick my lips.
“Do it all,” he huffs between ragged breaths.
I sit up and maneuver myself so I am kneeling between his legs perfectly. I lean forward just right so my breasts are exposed out of the top of my corset and he can see my cleavage. With both hands I seize his balls and twist. He screams and comes off the bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask him, worried; that scream was questionable between true pain or the sexually arousing kind. Shit, I hope I didn’t push it too far.
“Oh fuck yes. More,” he begs, breathing heavily.
I take them and twist with a quick jerk again, squeezing them at the same time. He cries out flopping on the bed, his hands gripping the white covers until his knuckles match the linens.
“If you keep that up baby, I’m going to come.”
Ok, well if that isn’t an invitation I don’t know what is. I haven’t even touched his cock but it’s so hard, thick and veiny with a swollen purple head. So beautiful and yummy to look at. His pre-come is oozing down the long thick shaft. I want to suck on it. But I can’t. I need to refrain, leaving that for later.
“I want you to come for me,” I purr, yanking hard on his sack.
“Oh fuck!” he chokes out trying to catch his breath.
“That’s right baby,” I coax licking my lips and with my thumb and forefinger I squish one of his balls with so much force I actually feel sorry for the man.
His body bows off the bed as he screams in ecstasy as hot jets of white come spurt high into the air landing on his stomach. I hold onto the pressure until the last drop slowly erupts out of the top cascading down the length of his shaft pooling at the base.
“That was amazing,” he pants, peering down at me with glassy sated eyes.
I smile. “I’m glad.”
Patting the bed beside him and turning over the come on his stomach runs onto the linens. “Lay beside me, sweetie.”
I listen and a vision of Brad and I, from this morning’s dream pops into my head. Brad laid next to me like Joseph is doing right now, his body was thick and beautiful. Joseph is thin and athletic with just the right of muscle definition. Completely different in the looks department but both hot as hell.
“Are you sure you’re okay, lover?”
I nod and shooting him a reassuring smile. “Of course baby. Why?” I lean over, kissing his cheek.
“You just seem out of it today. Staring off to space like you’re somewhere else.”
I am somewhere else. I’m thinking of Brad and what he does to me. Staying with him at Lolita’s was the most amazing vacation I’ve ever had. Even though nothing happened, it made me feel like a real person in a normal life. Not one where I spend my evenings fucking men for thousands of dollars.
“No, I’m fine. Just preoccupied with helping a friend decorate their apartment.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
Awe, Joseph is the sweetest man. And he’s fantastic in bed but I don’t want to have sex with him tonight. I just want to cuddle and enjoy him and his musky cologne that I love so much.
“Can we just be together tonight? No sex? I can have Brian send the money back over. I just feel like I need to cuddle. And I want to do it with you.”
I know this is the wrong question to ask and the wrong person to do it with. But I need the comfort. My heart is aching so bad thanks to those dreams last night that I feel out of the loop.
His eyes light up twinkling. “Oh god, yes baby. I’d love nothing more.” His lips curl up into the sweetest smile imaginable.
“Thank you Joseph. You’re wonderful.”
I curl up next to him and he strokes my hair gently, planting perfect little kisses along my hairline. We say nothing and all I can hear is his breathing and mine. It’s relaxing and just what I needed after a day like today.
Chapter Twenty One
It’s Saturday and I’m just hopping off the subway, ready to meet the Macy’s furniture truck at Brad’s apartment. It’s two in the afternoon so bobbing and weaving through the crowds here in the station is ridiculous. After Joseph on Thursday we cuddled all night and in the morning we fucked like rabbits twice before he left me to go to work. He gave me another tip of a thousand dollars. He’s truly an amazing client. I couldn’t ask for a better man to sleep with every week. John was last night and we did the same play-by-play as last week. I spanked him until he blew his load five times. I’ve yet to fuck him again. He definitely craves the beatings more than penetration. Which I am completely okay with. Especially now that I’ve woken up every morning since Wednesday with Brad dreams and they keep getting worse. Yesterday I had to masturbate for the first time in what seems like forever just so I could get on with my day. These dreams are like glue they are stuck to my minds forefront throughout the day. Plus, Becka’s been busy almost every night and slept most of the day away. So I haven’t had much time with her thanks to Andrew booking her three times this week. I have a feeling it has something to do with Brad leaving him and he wants to blow off some steam. Which is good for both of them. Becka needs to climax daily. Whatever floats their boat as far as I’m concerned. I just miss my bestie because I’m feeling a little overwhelmed in the emotions department. I need an emotional cleanse like people use to colon cleanse. Too bad it’s not available. I’d pay good money for that right about now.
I turn the corner in front of Brad’s high raise building on the upper east side of Manhattan. This neighbor is beautiful and it’s like a shiny new penny compared to Queens.
“Good afternoon, Madam,” the doorman greets, pulling the glass front door open for me.
I nod politely. Even the doorman wears Armani.
The security guard stands with a smile. “Well hello again, Ms. Monroe. The furniture delivery men have just arrived and are taking the goods up the service elevator. They will meet you upstairs. I’ve also gotten a cart of other packages for the apartment that I will send up as soon as they finish.”
“Well thank you very much,” I smile sweetly.
“Oh, and here.” He holds out a golden key. “It’s to the apartment.”
I accept it, tucking it into my jeans pocket. “Thanks.”
Taking the elevator up to Brad’s apartment is nerve wracking. The last time I was in the place he was here and it was a blank canvas and after today it’s going to be beautiful and decorated. This morning before I left I called a painter to come in on Monday to go over paint samples with me and map out the spaces. I could paint the rooms myself but with the high ceilings and the look we are
going for. I think it’s smarter to have a professional do it. Plus it’s a more efficient use of my time.
Turning the corner into the hall from the elevator there are three men in blue jump suits standing by a bunch of furniture lining the hallway. I’m sure the neighbors dread move in days. It’s loud and crowded. But at least he’s starting fresh and I have nothing to bring in myself.
“Sorry gentleman,” I apologize, opening the door to the apartment.
“It’s okay madam. We arrived early,” a taller man with gray hair says.
“Well come on inside and I’ll tell you where everything needs to be set up.” I push open the door.
In they come one man after the other carrying in piece after piece of furniture to be assembled or placed. I delegate the rooms and placement for each piece. They listen competently. Two hours and tons of work later the men are finished and the place is already taking shape. Boxes of unopened kitchen products are sitting on the floor lining the dining room right off of the kitchen. The wooden stools have taken spots where they belong under the lip of the island. They match perfectly. I’m proud of myself. One bonus point for Alexis! Yah!
Rounding the island a pop of blue stands out and I look down to find a glass front wine chiller storing the ice wine I purchased for Brad laying all on its lonesome. Note to self: stock wine fridge before Brad returns. Extra Note to self: only ice wines, so research is to be made.
I open the double door stainless state of the art fridge. Inside are three plastic containers of food with labels on them and a big note hanging from the top one.
Alexis,
I hope you found these by now. I wanted it to be a surprise that’s why I didn’t tell you. But here are 3 meals I’ve prepared for you. This way when you’re here working you don’t get hungry. I cooked them at the new restaurant location Wednesday night after we talked. They are fresh, should be good until Monday or Tuesday. Heating instructions are included. If you need anything at all, please text or call.
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