by Love, Kimmy
But he hadn't removed his fingers. Instead he was tracing a pattern on the lace, gentle, slow smooth circles that generated heat between Sonia's legs. She parted them and Damian's finger slipped under the lace. It was touching skin. He began to rub, realizing that Sonia had stripped away the hair on her pussy, and he liked what he was feeling.
The taxi stopped abruptly outside Sonia's place.
“This is it, right?” the taxi driver said.
“Yes,” panted Sonia. “This is it.” She looked at Damian. “Thank you for dropping me home and good luck when you get back to DC.”
“I don't go back until tomorrow afternoon,” he said. “So I don't need to rush back to my hotel.”
“Well, um, do you want to come up?” she asked.
“I think he does, miss,” the driver said, looking at them through his mirror but with his hand out waiting for the money. Damian folded a bunch of notes into his hand.
“Keep the change,” he said as he followed Sonia out of the taxi.
As the taxi sped off again, Damian held Sonia tight around her slim waist. She could feel his erection against her.
“I think you better come up,” she said.
“Thank you. I think I should too.”
They giggled all the way up to the top floor apartment.
Chapter 2
Damian held Sonia's hand as she led him straight to her bedroom. No offering of drinks, no lights going on. Straight to the fluffy mat at the side of her bed where they kicked off their shoes and began to strip. Damian could not see her body as clearly as he'd liked to, but felt around all her contours with a desperation that drove hot flames to his cheeks. His penis was rock hard as he passed his hands over her shoulders, down to her breasts, squeezing them and pulling her nipples with his finger and thumb.
He stroked her waist and smoothed his hands over her wide hips before reaching around to her buttocks and grabbing them, pulling her body to his. She stretched up to enclose his broad shoulders in her arms, parting her lips so that his tongue surged into her mouth. They began to let their tongues move in enticing circles and swoops, their lips clenched together in a never-ending circle.
Soon he began to kiss her neck and grind his hips against her body in a rippling movement. He groaned as if he ached to devour her. Picking Sonia up, he threw her onto the bed. She landed on her back. Easing up onto her elbows, her knees dropped open as she watched the way he mounted the bed and knelt between her open legs.
Lying back, Sonia opened her arms and he lunged against her, his mouth aiming straight for the erect nipple of her right breast. Sonia screamed as he bit and nibbled and then circled the entire nipple with his tongue. Soon he was sucking on it.
“Harder,” she sighed and he let his teeth come into play until she was breathing heavily from the electricity coursing from her nipples to her clit. She spread her legs wide. Damian began to kiss his way over to the other nipple before letting his lips follow down her supple body to her navel. He saw how she pulled open the lips of her pussy to reveal the pink mound of her clit. Her entrance was wet but she wanted him to suck her clit.
First he passed his finger up from her entrance and onto her clit, spreading a glistening trail of her own wetness upwards and then did the same with his tongue. This time his tongue lingered at her wet opening before traveling upwards to her clit. He closed his lips onto her clit and sucked.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes.” She began to gyrate her hips as Damian licked and sucked. His movements were deep, yet gentle and purposeful as he built up a momentum. He heard her breath becoming a moaning sigh and her buttocks lifted off the bed as her gyrating hips soared out of control.
Sonia experienced a deep and fully satisfying orgasm. Damian knew just what to do. He didn't stop sucking and she kept on coming. Again and again and again until she was weak with pleasure.
“Sounded like you really enjoyed that,” he said, coming to face her. She took hold of his hard cock and angled it to her pussy as he lowered on top of her.
“I did,” she said as she felt his cock sinking into her. He started to buck his hips to and fro and his hardness filled her entirely.
They moved together in perfect timing. Eventually, they rolled over so that Sonia was on top. With her knees pressing into the bed, she began to ripple her hips, feeling a harder penetration of his cock which made her want to come again.
She looked down at Damian. She could tell his eyes were open. She began to manipulate her hardened nipples and squeezed her breasts. He rocked up and down to get even deeper inside her. He grabbed her hips and controlled them to the rhythm of his orgasm. He moaned aloud as he came, she was coming too and their voices rose into the night as they each reached a point of complete arousal, complete release and deep satisfaction.
Sonia mopped her brow and eased off Damian, collapsing at his side. They were both perspiring and facing each other in the dim light.
“You were amazing,” he said.
“Well, I have no complaints,” she replied.
They lay spooning on the bed. Once Damian had gotten another erection, he jammed it into her moist pussy from behind and started grinding hard as she stroked her own clit, feeling Damian's hand rubbing her breast. She was hot with the intensity of the position and sunk her face into the covers so as not to scream the place down. Damian orgasmed at the same time as she did and, finally, they dozed off. They awoke to make love again in the early hours of the morning and fell asleep again, exhausted.
A beam of light flickered onto Sonia's face and she wondered what time it was. The sun was bright from early on in the summer, so it could be any time. She had nowhere special to be that day so yawned and closed her eyes again. She wondered if Damian was awake and would he want to make love again. She was happy to; he was a fantastic lover, considerate and long-lasting.
Sonia smiled to herself and turned her head to look at the sleeping Damian – but he wasn't there. She got onto her elbows and looked around the room, expecting to see Damian getting back into his clothes. There was no sign of him. She listened carefully for signs of him being in the bathroom or somewhere else in the apartment.
Her mind turned to romantic movies she'd seen where the woman wakes up, the man is gone and she thinks he's run out on her, only for him to appear minutes later with fresh coffee and bagels from the local store. Her local store sold amazing bagels and her stomach lurched in expectation. She sat up in bed and pulled her knees into her chin, feeling the delectable soreness of a heavy night of sex. It was a good feeling. Damian had managed things she'd never experienced with another man. She couldn't wait to see him again.
It was already ten o'clock in the morning. Damian didn't have much of the morning left; he had a plane to catch in the afternoon and then she'd never see him again. The thought made her sad, but she was cheered by the sound of the door to the apartment opening. Strange, she thought, he doesn't have a key.
Sonia got up and pulled on a dressing gown. By the door she saw a suitcase and bags she recognized and she followed the sounds she heard to the kitchen.
“Bibi, you're back,” Sonia said, surprised that her roomie was home already.
“Hi ya, Sonia. Yeah, I would have been back last night if I could. The event I went to was a total wash-out. Hardly any buyers. I lost a bunch. Rather than wait till the afternoon, I decided to get an earlier flight home.”
Bibi was a designer of sexy lingerie and had gone to a sales event in Philadelphia. She stood in the kitchen pushing her long, wavy blond hair behind her ears, making coffee and looking calm about the whole thing.
“I'm sorry to hear that,” Sonia said.
“Oh well, you win some you lose some. Still, I managed to get a few good leads.”
“I'm glad,” Sonia said, trying to hide her disappointment that it wasn't Damian at the door. “I may as well go run myself a bath.”
“You all right?” Bibi asked before Sonia could slink away. “You look tired or something. How did it go last ni
ght? First night on the job.” Bibi smiled and stopped preparing the pot of coffee to listen to the details of Sonia's first night as an escort.
Sonia had lots of different jobs since moving to New York to become a lingerie model, which was how she met Bibi. It was a job she'd been convinced to do by a pushy agent she'd met in her hometown of Detroit when she was a twenty-year-old, trying to make it as a model. When the work got scarcer in New York, Sonia didn't return home, she stayed and started working in a bar. That was it, along with some sleazy underwear shoots and the occasional walk-on parts in a few low budget movies.
“I didn't think I would be,” Sonia said, “but I was pretty nervous. I couldn't get images out of my head about me being just a glorified hooker and wondering what my momma would say. I've done some pretty risqué things in my time, but I wouldn't want it getting back that I was a prostitute.”
“But you don't have to sleep with the clients do you?” Bibi said.
“No, in fact, that's the policy of the agency. They don't pimp their girls. This is an exclusive company, but...”
“But what?”
“Well, the guy I was escorting was gorgeous. I mean, I was totally into him and we kinda ended up here.”
“You didn't!”
“We did – a lot. And it was so good.”
“Well,” smiled Bibi. “Why not enjoy the perks of the job?” Bibi got two cups from the closet. “But you don't look like a woman who has had a great night of sex, if you don't mind me saying. You look plain miserable. What's up?”
“It's just that, I thought I asked Damian up here for the sex only. At least that's what I told myself. But the truth is, there was more to Damian than just good looks and a great body. He seems like a nice guy, too. Interesting. And I wished I could've gotten to know him before he had to go back to DC.”
“That's a real shame, Sonia. But still. You had one night.”
“I guess I'll have to settle for that. After all, it was only a business arrangement. Nothing more. Well, he certainly saw it that way. He didn't even say goodbye. Just crept out.”
“Don't worry, girlfriend. The ones who seem nice are the biggest rats.”
“Well, that's exactly what he is. He's a man whore by his own admission, so what else should I expect?”
“Exactly,” Bibi said, going back to the coffee. “Go have your bath. Once we've grabbed a coffee, we can go for lunch later. My treat.”
Sonia ran the water and poured in a large amount of oils and foam bath. She sank in deep and closed her eyes for a long while before Bibi brought her in a cup of coffee. She needed it.
She got dry in her room and went to pull out the drawer next to her bed to get some fresh underwear. It was the side Damian slept in and she could still see his naked body in her mind's eye. Just then she spotted a piece of her notebook paper on the little side table, folded around something.
On the notepaper was a message and folded inside was a large wad of bank notes. She counted them. Five hundred dollars. She read the note:
Dear Sonia,
Once again, thanks for being such a brilliant wife. I had a great time last night and wasn't sure if this would be enough of a tip. It was all the cash I had left on me and you didn't mention a price before we got naked. I've left my business card so you can contact my secretary if you require more money.
I'll be on to the agency first thing in the morning to tell them how expert you are.
Damian
The bastard, she thought and threw the money across the bed. She ripped up the note and Damian's business card.
How dare he? Sonia thought, I'm not some hooker he has to pay for sex. She threw on her clothes, fuming at the nerve of the man and went to tell Bibi.
“Don't be angry with him, Sonia. A lot of people think that escorts are prostitutes.”
“But didn't he know anything about the agency before he booked me? I mean, do I look like a hooker to you?”
“Well, not to me, but, honey you did just meet the guy and you got into bed with him.”
“I know, but that's because we both wanted each other. It was mutual. I wasn't doing it for money.”
“I'm sorry, Sonia. Guys can be bastards, you know that. And you did say he slept around. This isn't anything new for him.”
“I just thought that maybe...”
“Maybe what? That this time it'd be different? Once a hound, always a hound, I say. He'll never change. At least you'll never have to see him again.”
Sonia flopped into the sofa and put her chin in her hands.
“What is it you're actually upset about, Sonia?” Bibi came and put her arm around Sonia's shoulders. “The fact that he mistook you for a hooker or the fact that you'll never see him again?”
Sonia thought about it long and hard.
“I guess, because I really liked the guy, I'd love to see him again. But how could I ever face him if all he thinks of me is someone he had to pay to have sex with. It's embarrassing and I'm ashamed.”
“Don't be, girlfriend. He doesn't know you or anything about you.”
“And he never will.”
Sonia mulled over her night with Damian for the whole of Sunday, knowing he would be back in Washington and would have forgotten she existed. He would have acquired his hotels and that would be that. She tossed and turned all night and when she finally settled into a more peaceful sleep, she was woken by the high-pitched sound of her cell phone. Trying to rouse herself to answer it, she saw it was her boss from the escort agency, Candace.
“Hey, Candace. Do you have another job for me?”
“Not yet, Sonia. I always follow up my new girls to find out how they did, you know, get your point of view.”
“My point of view? Well, I think it went well … for my first job.”
“First and last, I'm afraid, Sonia.”
Sonia sat bolt upright. “What do you mean? Don't say the agency has gone out of business.”
“Well, we'll never go out of business as long as we can keep up our reputation.”
“So, I don't understand. Are you cutting back on your escorts? I know I'm new and everything but the client was happy with me.”
“So happy he called to say how much and to ask if he'd paid you enough and he'd be happy to give you a bigger tip.”
“Oh, that. That was a misunderstanding. The thing is, Candace, we kinda got carried away and in the morning he'd left me money but I swear I never asked for it.”
“That's not the point. In your briefing you were told that we don't pimp our girls and that means – you don't have sex with the client.”
“But the sex was after I'd finished the job.”
“When the job is finished you go home – you don't go to bed. It's a big no-no. It means instant dismissal. Those are the rules, Sonia.”
“But, Candace, it was never explained to me.”
“It was all in the contract. Did you read it through?”
“Well, maybe not all of the small print. I thought the job was just a straight forward escort job, nothing to worry about.”
“You signed the contract, Sonia.”
“I know but…”
“But that means we part ways. I'm sorry. I'll pay you for Saturday but that's it. I'm delighted the client was happy but I have to stick to the rules because I have our reputation to think about.”
“So, just like that, I'm out of a job?”
“Just like that. It's a shame. I had big hopes for you. Goodbye, Sonia.”
Sonia squeezed her eyes shut and knocked her head back against the wall. You idiot, she thought. Then she opened her eyes and looked down at the discarded dollar bills on the floor. They would come in handy after all.
Damn that Damian Hedley, she thought. And damn you again because I still have feelings for you.
He had just lost her a job and was going on to sign a multi-million deal, oblivious to what their night had actually cost her. She had pay her rent and search for another job.
*
; “Someone looks like the cat who got the cream.” Max shook hands with his good friend, Damian, as he joined him for lunch at their favorite haunt on Monday afternoon.
“I don't want to count my chickens until they've hatched, young man, but I think I nailed that meeting at the weekend with Merriman.”
“That's good news. How was your bride for the weekend?” Max asked.
“Who, Sonia?”
“Oh – you remember her name,” Max exclaimed.
“Of course I remember her name. I remember because she was so convincing as my wife. I mean totally. She had the Merrimans eating out of her hands. Such a pro.”