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by Sarah J. Brooks


  “Wow, that’s probably the sweetest thing I’ve ever had anyone say. But I can’t take your money. We hardly know each other.”

  “How much do you need? If a magic fairy came along and handed you the money, how much do you need?”

  “Four hundred thousand dollars to save their house and my parents’ business. Or just one hundred thousand for the house.”

  “See, that’s not a problem. I could loan it to you. You could pay it back when you are able to.”

  I burst out laughing, and I know it caught Theo off guard. Pay it back; did he think I actually had access to that kind of money? I wouldn’t be able to pay him back unless I magically made it on Broadway and became famous. No, I couldn’t take his money. He would never get it back.

  “Theo, I’m not the kind of girl that takes money. I can’t do that. I have to earn it. I’m willing to work hard, and I’ll try to get enough to at least save our parents’ house. That will make me happy. The money Aldo is giving me is extremely generous and will buy us some time for sure.”

  “Go out with me, and I’ll give you the same ten thousand dollars,” Theo said with a completely serious face.

  “No!” I exclaimed as I kept laughing. “It’s not the same. I want to spend time with you. You don’t need to pay me to do it. Let’s just let Aldo waste his money on my company, and you and I can enjoy ourselves together.”

  “I’m sorry. I was just trying to offer you some help.”

  “Oh, I know. I’m not mad or anything. But I’m not a prostitute; I don’t want you to pay me to sleep with you or anything like that.”

  Theo became extremely quiet, and I instantly felt uncomfortable for using the term prostitute in relation to his offer. I knew he didn’t mean it like that. I absolutely wasn’t angry at him or anything like that. Theo was by far one of the nicest men I had ever met, and I still hadn’t found his fatal flaw, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of him. I wasn’t going to be one of those girls who found a man with money and made him save her. I wanted to save myself.

  “I didn’t mean to make you feel like a prostitute,” Theo said as he grabbed my hand and turned toward me.

  “Oh, God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It was a bad choice of words. You absolutely didn’t. It was really nice of you to offer. Let’s just change the subject. Can we?” I felt horrible.

  What had started as a fun day out had turned into some weird conversation about paying for sex. I knew Theo didn’t mean to say such a thing to me, and it was totally my fault for agreeing to go out with Aldo. Although, I had no intention of sleeping with him and that was the only reason I had agreed to accompany him to his party.

  Ugh, everything was a mess, and I needed to turn the awkwardness around as soon as possible. I was attracted to Aldo, sure, but I was much more attracted to Theo. Theo was closer to my age and pretty much what I had never known I was looking for my entire life.

  “I can tie the stem of a cherry in a knot with my tongue,” I blurted out as I grabbed a maraschino cherry off the plate of fruit that was next to Theo.

  “Oh really? Prove it.”

  I quickly tied the stem into a knot and then climbed onto Theo’s lap and straddled him as I pulled it out of my mouth and showed him. I liked being silly and having fun with Theo, it was awesome, and something I just hadn’t felt with any guys in my past.

  “See,” I said as I held it in my hands.

  “Wow, that’s pretty impressive. I can do better, though.”

  Theo grabbed another cherry and first pulled the fruit off of the stem and ate it, then he put the stem in his mouth and worked his magic. He took longer than I had taken, and I reveled in my tiny victory over at least being able to do it quicker than he could.

  “There,” he said as he pulled the stem out.

  It was filled with three knots, and I couldn’t believe it. Tying one knot was hard enough. I had never seen anyone able to tie three knots into the same stem before. It was pretty damn impressive. My dirty mind instantly wondered what else his tongue was good at doing.

  “Wow, you have some pretty amazing tongue skills,” I said as I moved in to kiss him and test out his tongue skills for myself.

  “Let me show you.”

  Theo grabbed me and gently placed me on the floor of the airplane. He looked up to make sure the captain had the door closed to the flight deck before he went to work unbuttoning my black pants. I shook a little with excitement as his lips kissed my stomach and waited to feel what his lips would do to my body.

  “Theo, not here. No. he will see us,” I said, looking back toward the pilot’s door.

  “The captain and his co-pilot are busy flying the plane. They won’t bother us.”

  He pressed my shirt up, and his hand went under my bra and moved it out of the way as he grabbed a hold of my nipple and squeezed. I moaned out in absolute pleasure at the feeling of his hands on my body.

  I let the moment fill me up and felt the delicious excitement of him. The anticipation was almost more than I could take.

  He pulled my jeans down and moved my black panties out of his way as he quickly spread my legs and started to kiss my inner thigh. I moaned as I exhaled and felt the delight of his warm wet tongue on my body.

  My hips thrust toward him to feel even more. I couldn’t get enough and wanted to feel his tongue touch my center. I needed to feel his tongue on my wetness and couldn’t remember ever wanting a man as much as I wanted Theo at that moment.

  My hand grabbed his shaggy hair and held onto him as he tried to tease me. Theo moved his tongue close to my center and then moved away. He then lightly touched me with his tongue and moved way again.

  “You’re killing me,” I moaned out.

  “Oh, I’m very good at torture techniques,” Theo said, looking up at me from between my legs.

  That was the moment I knew I was in for a wild ride with this guy. We were on his private jet going to some hidden location, and he was eating my pussy thousands of feet in the air. It was nothing I could have imagined, and Theo was more than I had ever imagined. Somehow, someway, I was going to make this thing between us work. He was the man of my dreams, and I didn’t want to wait for another one to come along later down the road. I wanted this one. I wanted Theo.

  His boyish grin was the last thing I saw as he dove into my wetness and moved his tongue in perfect time with my hip movements. He was good at what he did, and I couldn’t remember another man bringing me to orgasm quite as quickly as Theo was able to.

  In fact, I couldn’t remember a guy ever bringing me to orgasm from purely oral sex. But that was partly because I didn’t like a lot of the men I had slept with in the past. Sure, some of them were alright. Like a decent enough guy who I settled for because he was nice. But without that passion, without that spark. Those guys didn’t stand a chance of getting my body to relax enough to scream out in orgasmic bliss.

  But Theo was different. I liked Theo. I wanted Theo. He had deprived me of having him the night before, and now I wasn’t going to let him go without having him again. I was taking Isabella’s advice and going for it. I wanted Theo, so I was going to have him.

  As my body shook with orgasm, and Theo came up for air from his hard oral work, I moved quickly and pressed him down on the ground next to me. Reaching into my purse, I pulled a condom out and had his cock in my hands and wrapped in that condom in less than 60 seconds.

  His eyes were wide as I steadied myself over him and prepared to slide on. I moved my body down and then up again to tease him like he had teased me. But Theo wasn’t having it. He grabbed my hips and thrust himself up to meet me as his body moved deep inside of me.

  I arched my back with pleasure as he filled me up. There was an instant connection as we joined together at that moment. It was sexy, hot and the ultimate rush to be fucking right there on the private jet’s carpet. Not in my wildest dreams had I ever imagined I would have such a seemingly incredible man with me
in such an incredible spot.

  I braced my hands on his chest and let my hips do most of the work. There was one huge difference between making love to Theo than to any other man I had slept with; it was our eyes. I couldn’t deny that Theo and I had a strong connection between us. It was stronger than anything I could remember feeling with a guy before, and as scary as it was, it was also wonderful.

  We couldn’t look away from each other, and as I moved on top of his body, I felt a connection that was deeper than a normal first time of sex connection. We both felt it; I knew this.

  I licked my lips as I moved on top of him, and he grabbed me and pulled me down to him so he could taste my lips himself. It was lovemaking, not just sex. We were making love.

  Our mouths moved perfectly in time with our bodies as his thrusts and mine worked together to bring us both to the peak of pleasure. I felt my body as the orgasm started in my center and radiated out through my body. Finally forcing me to tighten my muscles around him and pulse my clit toward his body.

  He grunted as he released his excitement and held my body close to him. He pressed me down toward his body to get the deepest, most satisfying last stroke he could get. It was perfection. The whole moment was something I wouldn’t forget anytime soon. It felt like what sex should be between two people. It felt exactly right to me.

  “Where are we going?” I whispered in his ear as I tried to catch my breath on top of him.

  Theo was equally out of breath, and I watched as his chest moved up and down and he tried to decide if he wanted to tell me where we were going. He was so cute as he made faces while he thought about what he wanted to say.

  “It’s a surprise,” he finally answered.

  First, I playfully hit him for not telling me where we were going, but then I tucked my face into his neck and held onto him. I was happy. That moment, right there with Theo was one of the happiest I had experienced since becoming an adult. I know it was sad that I hadn’t experienced many other happy times, but it was all worth it to have that one moment.

  We both laid there as we tried to catch our breaths, and then we heard it. The pilot door unlocked and opened.

  I tucked my head into Theo’s chest out of pure embarrassment. But my naked ass was still fully visible to the man.

  “Oh, my God,” I whispered into his chest.

  “Hey,” Theo said as he looked up at the captain.

  “Well, you two are having a much better time than we are up here,” the captain joked and then went into the restroom.

  I jumped up and quickly pulled my clothes back on. My face had turned totally red with embarrassment. I hurried as fast as I could and got dressed before the captain came back out of the bathroom, but I still avoided looking at him.

  Theo, on the other hand, didn’t seem in a hurry at all to put his clothes on. He grabbed a drink of the orange juice and then stood naked next to the fruit plate and started to pick through the fruit and eat it.

  When the captain came out of the restroom, Theo didn’t shy away or move at all. He just waved to the man and continued to eat the fruit.

  I was so embarrassed, having my legs tucked up under my chin and my face buried in my knees. I looked up at Theo and then toward the pilot's cabin door.

  “What are you doing?” I laughed.

  “I’m hungry. I’m eating fruit.”

  “You’re naked.”

  “Yep, he’s a dude. He doesn’t care.”

  “Oh, my God. I’m so embarrassed,” I said as I put my head back into my legs and held onto them.

  Theo just laughed as he finally grabbed his clothes and put them back on. I enjoyed the view as he got dressed, though. I had the chance to see every last muscle that stretched over his body. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. Each body part was expertly covered by a layer of muscle. His skin was naturally tan, and he had just the right amount of body hair.

  I hated when guys shaved all their body hair, it was like a pet peeve of mine. Men just looked so much better when they had some hair. But to be honest, Theo could have done anything he wanted with his body hair, and I probably wouldn’t have minded. His muscular body was rock hard and such a total delight to look at.

  “We have a little bit of time; tell me more about your family,” Theo said as he sat down next to me.

  I gulped hard at the thought of having to share anything personal about myself. None of it made me a good candidate for a girlfriend. My history made guys not want to be around me, so I needed to choose very strategically the information I wanted to share with him.

  “My parents got into drugs when we were younger. We got taken away. Nothing too crazy. Nothing outrageous. My mother ended up passing away in prison from a heart attack. My father was murdered while he was in prison.”

  Instantly, I knew I had said too much. The look on Theo’s face turned from fun to total sadness. But it was too late, I couldn’t take it back now. It had left my big mouth, and I would have to deal with it. I didn’t know why I had been so willing to blurt all that out about my family. I really hadn’t meant to, but talking to Theo was much easier than talking to anyone else in my past.

  “That’s horrible,” Theo said as he kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me. “So your sisters are out there by themselves and you are out here.”

  “Yes, I left them when I was seventeen and came out here. I feel horrible about it every single day.”

  Theo didn’t respond, but I saw the sadness in his eyes as he contemplated my life. I hated that feeling when people started to feel bad for me. I hated that I had just told him about that part of my life.

  “You are very strong,” Theo said.

  I was surprised. It wasn’t what I had expected to hear from him. I wasn’t exactly sure what I had expected to hear. Maybe more questions about my family or about why I had abandoned my sisters to go to New York. But instead, he said I was strong.

  I felt the tears well up in my eyes, stood up right away and went to the window on the other side of the plane. I couldn’t let him see me cry. I couldn’t be that weak girl that I always hated in other women.

  “Las Vegas? Are we in Las Vegas?” I yelled out.

  “You need a new pair of shoes, and Las Vegas has a really kick ass Steve Madden store,” Theo said as I turned to him and smiled.

  He came over, sat next to me and wiped the one tear I had off of my face. The moment was intimate and more than I could have hoped for. He didn’t try to fix anything, and he didn’t seem uncomfortable that I had cried. Theo still seemed like the absolute perfect guy, and I was beginning to think he didn’t have a fatal flaw at all.

  “Thank you,” I said in a squeal. “I’ve never been here before.”

  “Well, let’s go corrupt you then.”

  Chapter 10

  THEO

  I felt the need to keep Abby away from Aldo. Like a driving force to save something so special that I couldn’t even think straight. At first, I hadn’t wanted to bring Abby into the business because I thought she deserved better. I wanted to keep her for myself and not expose her to the dirty underworld that I lived in. I would forever be kicking myself for taking her with me to talk to Aldo.

  Aldo had the ability to convince young girls that being escorts was nothing different than going on the dates they already went on. He’d explain to them in his ever so gentle way, that they had already been doing escort work for years and just didn’t know it.

  I still remembered his words as I watched him in awe with one of my first girls. He asked her how long she was with her last boyfriend, did they go out to eat, did he buy her presents, what was her role in the relationship? Each question led the young woman deeper and deeper into his ultimate goal; showing that all relationships had a price.

  Sure, some women had a price of time with their man or wanting to have a child. But often, the price was simple security. Women, just like all of us, wanted to know they would be comfortable in their future. T
hat was why rich men did so much better in relationships. Women were just much more willing to stick around with a man if he had money to keep her comfortable.

  I could give Abby money, but it wasn’t so easy. Abby wasn’t the type of girl who would marry a man for his money; I could tell that already. She wanted to make her own way in life. That was what I looked for in an escort, that entrepreneur spirit was what made women successful. If they thought of their work as a business, then the women took better care of themselves and their clients.

  My problem wasn’t that Abby would make a bad escort; no, it was that she would make an excellent one. But I didn’t want that for her. I wanted more for Abby; I wanted me for her. If there was anything I could do to convince her that she would be with me, I was going to make sure it happened.

  “Should we head to Steve Madden first?” I suggested as we climbed down the steps of the plane.

  “Oh, yes! This is so exciting,” she squealed as we got into our limousine.

  Abby looked up at the buildings in awe as we drove down the Las Vegas Strip. It was certainly impressive, but I had traveled to Las Vegas so many times over the years that it didn’t excite me much at all anymore. But I did take great pleasure in watching how Abby adored the spectacle with such enthusiasm.

  “Wait until night time, those buildings will look amazing,” I said as I grabbed her hand and held onto it.

  Abby was like a mystical creature who was close to slipping away from me at any moment. She had wide eyes and not very much understanding of the world, or so I thought. It was hard for me to imagine Abby had lasted as long as she had in New York City. She still seemed so naive for a woman who had spent three years there.

  “This is it,” I said as we pulled up in front of Caesar’s Palace. “The mall in here is absolutely to die for.”

  “I’ve heard of it before.”

  She climbed out of the car, and we walked into the mall together. I was excited for her, it was always fun when I’d bring one of my women to the mall and they saw what fun it was to spend money. But for me, it was more fun to watch them as they transitioned from women who just wanted a simple pair of shoes to someone who wanted so much more. It was that want which drove them to accept my offer to be an escort. The want for things always drove people to do more than they ever thought possible.

 

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