by Unknown
"Indeed," Simone bestowed an amused wink on Anthony.
The waiter didn't seem to find their teasing as amusing as they did. Once finished he turned on his heel and strode off to the kitchen.
"You know, he's out there telling the kitchen about the exhibitionist couple in the back corner as we speak." Anthony commented as he began to twist spaghetti around his fork.
"Oh now, if you think that was an exhibitionist display then you really have not seen anything yet," She looked up at him coyly with a smirk on her lush lips, as she sprinkled parmesan cheese onto her dish,
He gave her a deep, throaty laugh.
"Very interesting. I'll keep that in mind" he paused a moment, giving her a peculiar look, "You're eyes are blue now?"
"I had brown contact lenses in earlier, forgot to take them out."
"Oh. You didn't need to," he reached over and took her hand in his. "I would have loved gazing into your lovely brown eyes just as much as I do your blue ones."
Simone leaned back in her chair, cocking her head to the side and eyeing him as she did. "Keep up with the charm and you may end up getting stuck with me."
He leaned forward, motioning with her hand for her to follow suit. She obliged. "I really don't think that would be such a bad thing."
Simone closed the distance remaining between them, leaving less than an inch between their mouths. "There you go with that charm again." She finished closing the distance by kissing him lightly.
They were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat again.
Simone couldn't help but laugh as she pulled away from Anthony. Of all the rotten timing for the waiter to have shown up. Now if they had wanted him, her money was on him being nowhere to be found. "Sorry," she smiled sweetly at the glowering waiter.
"Is everything satisfactory with your meal," he asked. It was apparent he really didn't care either way.
Simone supposed she wouldn't be overly concerned if she was him either. The uniform consisted of an orange dress shirt, green suspenders and black pants with orange pinstripes. His nametag stated that Mike would be happy to serve them. She was quite certain the nametag lied.
"No, we're fine, thanks," Anthony replied sharing another smile with Simone.
The waiter nodded and strode off, back to the kitchen.
"You're going to get us thrown out of here," Anthony teased driving his fork back into the spaghetti, and twisting. He wagged a finger at her. "You had better not get me banned."
They shared a guilty look. A look similar to one a teenager might have after being caught by parents in the middle of "the act."
They sat and ate in relative silence for the remainder of the meal. Simone couldn't help wondering, once again, what it would be like to actually date him, to develop a real relationship with him that didn't involve the exchange of cash, with the stipulation of no strings attached. Something about him drew her in, unlike anyone else had ever been with before.
A simple smile from him in her direction made her stomach flutter. His touch drew a fire within her that was unlike anything she had ever felt before. The longer she was around him the more she wanted him, needed him. After tonight, she decided she would not be able to see him again. She'd effectively shielded her heart from clients all these years; she wasn't going to let someone break through now.
* * * *
Anthony loved everything about the night so far. The food at the restaurant was delicious and the company... The company was the best he'd ever been with. As he mixed drinks behind the bar in his living room, Simone sat on one of the bar stools and watched intently. Her large blue eyes took in his every move. It had been a long time since he’d had a woman really wanting to be with him, one who really enjoyed being in his company.
But, a voice in the back of his mind reminded him, she wasn't just a girl he’d met at the supermarket or at a club. She was an escort; paid to look at him adoringly. He was paying her to make him feel as though he was the most incredible man to walk the earth. Chances are she made every man she was with feel that way. The thought tugged at the back of his mind. For all he knew she may already have a man in her life. Hell, perhaps even a husband, though he doubted that very much.
"So, I have a question for you," he finished preparing her drink and slid it to her. A Cosmopolitan.
"Alright. What do you want to know?" Simone lifted the glass to her mouth and took a sip.
"Do you have someone in your life?" He wasn't sure if he was crossing some sort of client-escort rule by asking, but felt he needed to ask anyhow.
"Someone, as in a boyfriend or husband?" She fingered the rim of the glass, while chewing on her bottom lip.
He nodded.
"No."
"Would you tell me if you did?" he looked at her intently searching her face for the answer her mouth might be reluctant to give.
She shook her head. "No-No, I wouldn't. But I don't and that's the truth."
He nodded a second time. At least she was being honest with him, instinct told him she was and he believed it. It was refreshing to be told the truth for once. He'd spent a number of years being told lie upon lie by the one he thought was the one, only to find out the majority of the relationship had been false.
He didn't think a little honesty in a relationship was really too much to ask for.
Anthony had finally found a woman with whom he genuinely wanted to be, who was honest with him, but at the same time the whole relationship was an illusion. The irony of the situation was staggering.
He set down his glass and walked around the bar to stand behind her, his hands grasping her shoulders. His hands were firm but gentle as they massaged and caressed her. She moaned, letting herself fall back against his warm, hard body, her head resting back on his chest.
Her tension and worries about them seemed to melt away under his strong touch. The scent of his cologne soothed her as she relaxed against him. She could feel his shaft hardening against her back. She was tempted to reach back and free it from his trousers, but that would mean sacrificing the pleasure she was experiencing at that moment.
She allowed herself a little more time to enjoy it.
Stepping back from her, Anthony swivelled her stool around so she was facing him. His hand grasped her at the nape of her neck as he brought his lips down to meet hers. He kissed her lightly, nipping at her bottom lip. His other hand reached around and tugged at the dress’s tie at the back of her neck.
As the tie came loose, he deepened his kiss, his tongue forcing entry into her mouth. Their tongues played and danced with each other.
His kisses sent shivers down her spine, causing an ache to begin forming between her legs. Spreading her legs, she grabbed his ass and pulled his groin in tight against her pulsating pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist, anchoring him to her.
"Simone," He whispered, breathless as his lips left hers, travelled down past her chin and to her neck. He nipped at her neck while his tongue teased the soft, tender flesh.
"My God, I want you, Anthony," she whispered back, her hands moving from his ass and working their way to the button of his pants.
He brushed her hands away. "Not yet."
Anthony's mouth moved from the side of her neck working its way to her chest, just above her breasts. He brushed aside the halter of the dress to expose her generous breasts. His hands moved to her breasts, he grasped one in each hand kneading them, pinching the hardening nipples between his fingers. His mouth moved downward.
She moaned once more, her back arching. Her pelvis began to grind against him, demanding the attention her breasts were currently enjoying. He buried his head between her large mounds, licking the valley between them.
His mouth moved lower and down her flat stomach.
Anthony reached around her and unzipped the back of her dress.
He backed away from her, as her dress fell open completely, savouring the look of her breasts jiggling as her body rocked with her desire for him.
; Simone opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were burning with an intensity that made her ache for him even more. He was still fully clothed and she wanted him naked. Now! Wanted to see the defined contours of his chest and abs.
She reached for his pants once more, but again he brushed her hands away, waving a finger at her. A wicked smile crossed his face.
"Anthony, please," she attempted a pouty look, but by the amused look that came over his face it must have failed miserably.
"I'm not finished with you... yet."
She raised her arms up in the air, causing her breasts to stand to attention.
He stepped forward, grasped the skirt of her dress and proceeded to pull the garment up over her head.
She leaned up against the bar, arms braced on the countertop behind her. Simone edged her bottom as far to the edge of the stool as possible, spreading her legs wide for him. The air was cool against the bare flesh of her pussy.
"I thought perhaps I would forego the underwear for tonight," she stated breathlessly then bit her lower lip suggestively. She smiled to herself as she watched his eyes slowly take in every inch of her body.
He fell to his knees between her legs. He slid two fingers inside her wetness.
Simone inhaled sharply, as he began to stroke her. As his fingers moved in and out, her pelvis moved with it. As he continued to stroke her, her juices increased by the second around his fingers, he lowered his head to the top of the perfectly trimmed triangle between her legs. Using his free hand, he spread the lips of her pussy exposing her clit. His tongue flicked and teased the hardened bud.
Her whole body was on fire as his tongue, his breath and his fingers were all mastering her pussy. Anthony removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, his tongue diving into her. He alternated between diving deep inside her and teasing her clit with his tongue.
The pleasure was becoming unbearable, building to a peak, taking her close to the sweet pleasure of release. So close, it was becoming excruciating. As his tongue and finger continued to taunt and tease, she came closer and closer. Her moans became louder and more ragged.
Then, finally, the sweet release as her juices came rushing forth. He licked her dry before standing back up and capturing her mouth once again. His mouth claimed hers with an intense hunger.
"I love the taste of my pussy on your lips," she whispered in between their kisses.
"Dear God." He moaned. His hands began to undo his pants as she frantically began to work on the buttons of his shirt.
In her haste to undress him, a couple of buttons were sent flying across the room.
"Ooops."
"Don't worry about it," he growled, his mouth claiming hers once more.
Within seconds, he was completely nude standing in front of her, his long, thick cock hard and begging for her attention.
She leaned back against the bar, stretching her arms behind her across the countertop once more. Her spread her legs wide for him again.
"Come here," she commanded. She already had the condom prepared and ready to go. Quickly she slid it onto him, taking an extra moment to stroke him once more. Once she was done, she leaned back against the bar.
Anthony stepped up between her legs, his cock brushing against her pussy, taunting, teasing. He guided his cock inside her, and thrust into her hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him in deep with each thrust. Simone's breasts bounced against his chest as she bucked and writhed against him with each thrust of his hard shaft.
Waves of pleasure flooded over her as his cock stroked her sweet spot with each inward thrust.
He fell forward, bracing himself with his hands on the countertop. The thrusts gained in speed and force. Faster and harder. In and out. She felt him shudder as he drove himself into her one final time. Sweat glistened over his chest and arms as he bent down and claimed her mouth. His hand worked its way into her hair and grasped the back of her head.
Her legs held tight to him, pulling him into her as pleasure flooded over her a second time as she came over his shaft. She sat up, wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close.
"Hey," he whispered.
She looked up at the sound of his voice.
He lowered his head to hers a final time, but this time the kiss was soft. Tender. It was the type of kiss that didn't rock your body but rocked your soul instead. She was falling for him. Harder and faster than she'd ever fallen for anyone, and it scared the hell out of her.
Chapter 4
Simone held tight to Anthony as they lay cuddled in his king-sized mahogany bed. While the rest of the penthouse had a modern, chic look and feel to it, the large bedroom was decorated with warm earth tones, browns and maroons. Moonlight peeped in from between a split in the drapes, casting a dim light upon the bed.
"Are you going to be performing another disappearing act before morning?" Anthony asked, pulling back from her in order to look at her eye to eye.
"It's for the best if I do," She reached up and touched his cheek.
Sighing, he pulled her back against the crook of his arm, her head resting on his chest.
"If I asked you to stay until the morning, at least until I go out for my morning run, would you?" he asked as he raked his hand through her silky golden hair, then watching, as if hypnotized as each individual strand fell slowly from his fingers.
"Well it would be for the best if I left. Normally works out better that way. Less awkward. But if you asked me to stay, I would."
"Good, it's settled then."
She nodded in response. Why did he have to make this harder than it had to be? She would do as he asked, not just because it was her job to do what the client wanted, but also because... damn it, she wanted to. This would have to be the last time she saw him, that's how it had to be. The problem was, she doubted she'd be able to refuse him, when and if he called again.
For a man to have so much power over her physically and emotionally scared her. Being an escort could tear an emotional woman to shreds, if she let it. You kept your walls up, made them impenetrable. She’d made the greatest mistake of all with him, she’d let hers down; hell it came crashing down the moment she’d first set eyes on him.
Enjoy tonight. Let tomorrow work itself out, she advised herself as she fell asleep.
* * * *
She woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon cooking and the sizzle of a skillet, in the kitchen. Opening her eyes, she realized she was alone in the middle of the giant bed. She stretched with catlike grace before sliding from the black satin bedding. A fluffy, black terry cloth robe lay across the bottom of the bed, waiting for here. Picking it up she slid it over her naked body as she sauntered out of the bedroom and into the direction of the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen her eyes immediately went to Anthony, his back turned away from her. He was dressed in black cotton boxers and preparing a massive breakfast. Bacon, and eggs sizzled, their delicious aroma temping her.
Sensing her presence, he turned to greet her, "I prepared breakfast. I'm glad you woke before it was finished. I really didn't want to have to wake you." His smile was full of charm and quite infectious.
Returning his smile, she made her way over to the island where he had two placements already set, and perched herself up on a stool in front of it. "I thought you were going to wake me before you went for your morning run?" She arched an accusing eyebrow at him.
"I didn't have the heart to." He reached up into the overhead cabinet and produced a couple of glasses. He froze suddenly. A look of embarrassment crossed his face. "You didn't have an appointment for this morning did you? I-I just assumed."
Simone watched as his face flushed. He had to be one of the most adorable, sweet, sexy men she'd ever met. There was something between them she was certain of that now, something she had never experienced before. If only she had met him under different circumstances.
Then it occurred to her.
The circumstances can be different, she thought. S
he could be with him. Maybe not as Simone, but as herself. As Selene. It would take some planning, and she would have to leave the escort business if it happened to work out, but she would deal with that when, and if the time came.
She would meet him, as herself, or at least a different form of herself. Charm him. And if she played her cards right, secure a date. She knew he felt the connection she had between them, so there was no reason wouldn't feel that same connection with a physically different version of her. Right? At least this way they could have a chance at being together. She'd have to lie, lie a lot, but she told herself it was for a good cause.
"Simone?"
Looking up she noticed he was standing at the opposite side of the counter looking at her curiously.
"Oh. Sorry," She gave an apologetic smile. "I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment there."
"Eggs, bacon, sausage, bagel, fruit? What would you like? I'm pretty sure I have it all here."
Glancing over at the stovetop she noticed he indeed had just about everything one could imagine to choose from for breakfast. He really was working hard at impressing her. He actually reminded her of a man who was trying to impress a woman in the first stages of courting her.
"I'm happy with whatever you have to offer," Simone replied, catching his gaze and holding it for a long minute, before he turned away to serve her.
* * * *
It was two days after her last night with Anthony and Selene had devised a plan. Despite the fact that Anthony had asked for a blond with an hourglass figure, she later found out from her breakfast with him that he normally preferred dark haired, athletic girls. It made sense, considering that he was a physically active man himself.
That was why she decided to take on her favourite identity. The identity of Selene. She never appeared to clients in that form so it was perfect. If she did happen to develop a relationship with him as Selene, there would be no fear of anyone recognizing her. While the vast majority of clients were very secretive about their use of her services, there was no need to take unnecessary chances.