by Alana Davis
“Shall we begin? I’m billing you by the hour, but if you want to pay me to drink I’m perfectly fine with that.”
Leon smiled and walked out from behind the bar. He motioned for me to follow him. The leather army that infested the club paid us no mind, their eyes all focused on something else. We walked the same way that Stills had disappeared to and soon enough we were at a part of the club where there were numerous tables placed before a large stage. This is what everyone was staring at.
There was a man on stage, wearing leather chaps and no shirt. Taut muscles stood rigid on every inch of his skin. His arms hung like tree trunks against his side before he lifted them and crossed them against his chest, the biceps bulging out with big, pulsing veins. He looked as though he had been oiled and greased before he had taken the stage.
Before him, on her knees, was a woman who was completely naked except for a thick leather collar that looked as though it had been torn from a straight jacket and strapped to her neck. She was lifting her ass in the air towards the crowd, and when I saw her stark nakedness, I felt a pang in my heart. She was bending down, kissing the muscular man’s feet, rubbing her face against them and running her hands up and down his calves under the pants. The guy looked down at her with a mix of satisfaction and disapproval.
I averted my eyes, feeling a little ashamed at being so drawn to watching them. Leon paid them no attention as he pulled out a chair for me to sit down in. I nodded in gratitude and sat down with my legs crossed and my back rigid, trying to seem professional while hiding the embarrassment I was feeling. I sipped my martini that was nearing empty.
After placing my drink down, I looked at Leon, trying with all my might to maintain my composure. Every fiber of my being wanted to squirm out of my chair and bolt for the door. But Leon’s smug smile told me that he was reading my shock and embarrassment as though it were tattooed all over me. I steadied myself. I wasn’t going to let him have the satisfaction.
Stills was back. He leaned to talk to Leon and then he kneeled down next to me.
“Would you like another drink?” he asked, his mouth next to my ear to compensate for the loud music. “There’s also great food here, believe it or not. Want anything?”
“Another drink would be fine,” I yelled. Stills nodded and then walked away, leaving me and Leon alone.
He moved his chair close to mine. If we were in any other place where the smell of leather and fog machines didn’t dominate everyone’s sense of smell, I would’ve been able to tell exactly what type of cologne he wore.
“You know, I had no interest in meeting with you again,” he said into my ear. I grew more uncomfortable. Surrounded by people strapped with leather and bounded with chains, and this man talking so close to my ear that I could feel his breath tickle my earlobes with every word he said—I was being pushed to my limit.
“Oh really,” I said into his ear, loudly. I hoped it hurt his eardrums. “Then why did you agree?”
“Stills. I promised him that if you accepted me as a client, I’d let you set me up. If you refuse, which you probably will, I’m off the hook and he doesn’t try to meddle in my love life anymore.” His voice remained constant, and I fought back the urge to rub my ear as his words tickled me.
Stills returned. I felt a new wave of embarrassment when he saw how closely Leon was sitting with me, whispering into my ear. All I had to do was unbutton a few buttons on my blouse and start giggling and Stills would be certain that I had fallen into Leon’s grasp like I imagined every other silly woman he flirted with.
I wanted to stand up and tell the DJ to shut the fucking music off, but I sat politely and thanked Stills for the drink with a courteous smile and a head-nod. He put down a drink in front of Leon, a whiskey on the rocks by the look of the amber liquid in ice, and before he left, he squeezed the top of Leon’s shoulder in an amicable way.
“Oh, you must think you’re such a challenge, don’t you?” I asked, leaning back into his ear. “Well, I’m great at challenges and you’re in no way the biggest challenge that I’ve had this year, let alone in my professional life. I’m sure I can find you the absolute love of your life.”
Leon leaned back from me. He smiled at me and the predatory sexuality of his earlier smiles was gone. He raised the glass and took a large swallow of whiskey, placing the glass down carefully, as though it were a delicate piece of china.
His eyes studied me for a full minute. Then they moved to the stage and watched the show that had progressed much further than simple foot kissing. I wondered if he was getting aroused by the scene before us that I was desperately trying to avoid watching. It was dark in the nightclub, and Leon wore black pants, so it was impossible to see if he had an erection but I caught myself looking at his crotch anyway.
I drank down half of my martini, trying to push back the thoughts of Leon’s erection. I felt his breath against my ear again. The seconds stretched on for days and I felt my chest tighten and for a moment I was sure that he was going to touch me. He didn’t.
“You know, they’re just actors, really. Yes, the show gets rather graphic, but it’s all staged. It’s not reality, there’s no danger in it. There’s no exploration. The road is already paved for them. Yes, the show tends to change every week so it stays exciting, but it’s all set in stone beforehand what they’re going to do,” he said.
He finished the rest of his whiskey. He spoke now against my cheek and I could smell the expensive whiskey on his breath. I wondered wildly how it would taste on his tongue if I turned my head and grabbed him and pulled him in.
“They’ll exit the stage, clean up, and both get their checks. It’s a play with actors, a script, and a stage. Nothing more.”
Leon pulled away from me. He adjusted his pants slightly and I watched him do it, wondering if his cock was making him uncomfortable. Then he caught me watching him and smiled.
“You know, you’d be great on stage. We wouldn’t even need to script it. It could be real. It could be authentic. Genuine. You’d blow the roof off this club.”
I felt anger welling up inside me again.
He continued, “Not with that guy, of course. If it were you on stage, I’d take personal interest in it. But we’d have to get to know each other better first. We’d have to build up a rapport.”
I made sure my face was expressionless. I took another sip of my martini and gathered my thoughts. Leon was antagonizing me again, but this time, he was calculated. Rather than get angry and storm off, I’d see how this played out.
“I can see that you’d do well. Your body type is perfect for me, supple and waiting to be conquered. I’m positive that I wouldn’t be the first man to fuck you, but it’ll feel like it.”
His eyes stayed on the stage. I felt his breath grow warmer against my skin as he came so close that he was almost kissing me.
“First, I’ll make you shower. You’ll scrub every inch of yourself while I watch. Then, maybe if you’re good, I might let you wash me, but not right away.
“You’ll crawl into the bedroom on your hands and knees, head down. When you reach my bed, you’ll lay your head against the ground and raise your arms for me so I can put them in handcuffs. Then I’ll pull you up by your hands until you’re standing, facing me.
“If you look half as good naked as I think you do, my cock will be hard at this point. Would you like to know just how big my dick is?” he asked, pausing to look at me and gauge my response.
I stared back at him, studying him like a researcher would study a chimpanzee who has just displayed the ability to communicate through sign language.
He continued, “You’d have to beg me to allow you to even touch me. Maybe I’d let you at this point, maybe I wouldn’t. But it’d hard to actually ask me for permission with the ball gag in your mouth. You’d have to plead with your eyes. Open to my interpretation, of course.
“I’d be nice at first. I’d let you start to pleasure yourself. Just some simple masturbation. Then maybe I’d let yo
u use a vibrator, but only if you’ve really behaved yourself by this point.
“By now, you’d be totally mine. I’d let you lay down on the bed and then I’d stand next to you, teasing your nipples. I’d pull them into point and squeeze, softly at first until it was teetering between pleasure and pain. If you moaned through the ball gag, which would be likely, I’d pull your nipples just a little harder before I let go. Then I’d take out the nipple clamps.”
“Your eyes would grow wide with anticipation and excitement. I’d be smiling, how could I not?” His predatory smile flashed across his face as if to show me things to come. “You’ll whimper as I close them ever so slowly on your sensitive flesh.”
Leon crossed his legs. I was positive he was fully erect now. He leaned back into my ear and I felt the faintest touch of his tongue against my skin. I recoiled slightly but held fast. I had every right to slap him and walk out, but I sensed that was exactly what he wanted. This was the game. I sat firm.
“Then I’d have you unzip me and pull out what you’ve really been waiting for. Your eyes would be closed. If you opened them, I’d have to punish you. At this point I’d have you on your knees before me. You’d undress me and I’d make sure you’re careful not to touch my cock again, earlier was just a taste. After I was completely naked, I’d let you look.
“Julie, you’re going to love the look of me naked. But you have to control yourself, remember, I’m in charge here, not you. But I’ll let you rub your hands over me; I’m not a monster, you know.
“I’d turn you over and throw you on the bed, face down. I’ll lift your ass and spread your cheeks, inspecting what now belongs to me. I bet you taste sweet, right?” He was looking at me again, waiting for an answer. When I said nothing, he merely shrugged and continued on.
“Of course you do. I could have you go down on me, it really depends on how you feel about it. If you’re into sucking cock, I might not let you, just to torture you a little. But I may let you, just to see how far down your throat you can take it. I’m willing to make a substantial bet that you probably don’t have a gag reflex. Maybe you can get the whole thing down your throat.”
Leon Christensen, vulgar for vulgar’s sake.
“Then I’ll slide into you, so slow that you’ll be moaning as every inch pushes further. I’ll take out the ball gag, because I’d want to hear every sound you have. A little feedback, you could say. I’ll get every single inch of me in you and then hold there, feeling you wrap around me. If you ask nicely, I’ll finger your asshole. If you ask very nicely, I’ll use two fingers.
“I’ll switch between fucking you hard and soft, slow and fast. I’ll wrap your hair in my hands and pull back hard enough to have your back arch as I slam against you. Then I’ll make you beg. You’ll beg to come. You’ll beg me to come. Maybe if you’re as naughty as you look, you’ll beg me to fuck you in your ass. I’ll probably oblige on that one.” Leon pulled back from my ear to wink at me.
A server placed another drink in front of him. The server was a female who looked like she spent every waking minute at the gym lifting as much weight as the place had. She was wearing a mini-skirt and bra that were both leather and concealed almost nothing. I marveled at her physique and when she saw my eyes on her, she merely smiled and walked away.
Leon took a large swallow of his drink and turned back to me. The fresh smell of whiskey filled my nose as he spoke.
“When I come, I’ll push my cock down your throat as far as it’ll go. If I allow you to come, you’ll do so with your eyes closed and yelling my name. But don’t be so foolish to think it simply ends when we come and then we go out for breakfast or some stupid shit like that. No, no, no. You’ll have to wash me, of course. Then, I’ll bind you up completely and blindfold you, gag you again, and you’ll act like a household dog for an hour. Maybe two.”
I lifted my martini glass to take a sip and Leon raised his glass and knocked it against mine. “Cheers to a wonderful future together,” he said, winking at me again and licking his lips. “I’m looking forward to it.”
His defense mechanism was definitely a formidable one. While I had told him that he wouldn’t be nearly as big a challenge as he thought himself to be, I couldn’t lie to myself. I might be able to handle him, but it wouldn’t be easy. I’d never failed a client that I had taken on before. If I accepted this man as a client, it would be all or nothing. There was no room for failure.
I had sat there and listened to him try to offend me and push me away. If I had given in and slapped him or cursed him out, he would’ve won. His graphic sexuality might serve to barricade him from those who actually want to help him, but he had misjudged me. I don’t want to help him. I don’t really care about Leon Christensen or his love problems. I’m paid to help him, so that’s what I’m going to do, regardless of how he feels about it.
Leon slid his chair away from mine now, satisfied that he had said everything that he needed to say. He rose from his chair. I rose as well and stood between him and his exit.
“We’ll meet tomorrow, at my office. No more nightclub meetings. This is going to be our first official meeting. My secretary will give you a call tomorrow morning to arrange an exact time.”
His face dropped. He looked at me in disbelief and leaned in closer as though he had misheard.
“What?” he asked stupidly.
“I expect you to be on time for the meeting as well. Please dress appropriately. This is a business meeting in a place of business. I’m sure you’re aware of what those are. Have a nice night, Mr. Christensen.”
I smiled at him and offered my hand for him to shake. His puzzled look was turning into one of realization. He stiffened his jaw as the anger came into his face. He’d tried to sabotage his friend’s attempts at hiring me, but he had failed.
We shook hands and I smiled at him politely. I walked out of his club, still smiling, sure that this was going to be my most interesting job yet.
Chapter 4
An alarm cut through my sleep. I rolled over in bed and clicked the snooze button, knowing that I was awake well before I needed to be. I had planned to get up early and hit the gym before work to get out some of the energy. The clock read six twenty-eight.
The night before came flooding back to mind. The nightclub with the army of slaves and masters, all encased in leather and carrying whips as they drank and danced with each other in ways that I wasn’t sure I would, or could, ever understand. The smell of the nightclub was still on my clothes and the images were still fresh in my head. It had been an interesting night.
I stared at the ceiling. My mind painted my memories on the white ceiling before me as though it were a screen and my mind was the projector.
Leon Christensen looked back at me, his white teeth sharpened through a smile. He was close, so close now that I could smell him, despite the sweat and leather in the air. The drink in his hand was glistening with moisture beads from the ice cubes that chilled and diluted the expensive whiskey. It was probably single-malt. At least eighteen years old. Maybe even older.
The light shined down on his slicked black hair, casting shadows over the contours of his face. His jaw line the sculptured model of perfection. I remembered studying the slight stubble that grew along his chin, a faint five o’clock shadow that dared to be let run free towards becoming a beard. When his thick lips parted, they showed those teeth that longed to bite into flesh, playfully at first, and then not let go.
I got out of bed, shaking off the image of Leon Christensen’s beautiful face. I had slept naked last night, relishing the feel of my satin sheets again my smooth skin. I walked through my place towards the bathroom. I started the shower, turning the water hot and then watching the steam form on the windows.
I got in the shower and the hot water set my skin. I could see Leon sitting beside my shower on a stool, silently watching me as the water poured over my feminine figure. I felt that familiar urge start to grow between my legs and my heartbeat quickened.
; I washed myself slowly. The image of Leon watched me rub the soapy suds all over my skin, paying special attention to the nipples that he would later be squeezing and pulling. I could see his pants grow tight as his cock turned to stone inside his pants.
I closed my eyes and shook off the fantasy. When I opened them the image of Leon was gone and I was alone in the shower. I rinsed off and killed the water. Yet when I got out of the shower and toweled myself off, I almost longed for Leon’s sapphire eyes to eat up every available inch of exposed skin.
I turned on some music in my apartment and shook off my lustful thoughts. I’d been neglecting my own needs for a little too long. It’d obviously been far too long since I had gotten laid. I would shake off the thoughts of my client, and get through the day. Then I would go out and find myself some company for tonight. I liked the idea of going to an upscale cocktail lounge and finding someone to treat me to a drink and a good fuck.
My client, Leon Christensen. I repeated it aloud to myself, emphasizing the part about him being a client. I had rules. One of those rules was I never became involved with a client, not only sexually, but personally. Yes, I would get Christmas cards and wedding invitations, but I always declined and I never hung out with my clients once the contract was completed. It was always strictly business. I had never slept with a client. I wasn’t about to start now.