by Cynthia Dane
“Don’t be so humble!” Zack clapped him on the back. “Our man Seth here is a doctor! One of the best you could ever know!”
“That so?” Her voice was sweet, if not a bit played up for her job. She is a courtesan, after all.
“I’m retired. I’m an artist now.”
“Oh?” both Judith and Monica said. “That’s lovely.” They exchanged a look. Was that good or bad?
Monica took her leave. Seth’s throat went dry now that he was alone with Judith. With Zack in tow. Who gave a fuck about that asshole?
“Come with me, gentlemen.” She looped her arms around theirs. Electricity shot through Seth. Right to his damned cock. Behave yourself! What was it doing? It never sprang into action like this around most women. But Judith wasn’t like most women, now was she?
Seth’s mind was too cloudy as Judith finished the tour on the second floor of the Château. She gestured to her room, but Seth refused to acknowledge it. That would only make him think of sex. Sex with Judith. A woman he only knew the first name of. A woman who had sex for a living.
“Let me introduce you to one of my friends,” Judith said, flagging down another young woman emerging from a bedroom. “This is Grace. She’s been here almost as long as I have.”
Grace was pretty. Okay, beautiful, but Seth’s ability to give a shit about a brunette who immediately chatted Zack up as negligible. If anything, her presence made her happy because it distracted Zack, who always preferred a pretty brunette to a hot blonde. At least that man had a definite type.
The tone of the tour changed quickly after that. Grace was working, not amusing herself. From the moment Zack smiled back at her, Grace was rubbing his arm, giggling, and prompting him with questions like what he did for a living and Oh My God is it great being an artist? Her complete disregard for Seth was both welcomed and obnoxious. On one hand, he wasn’t interested in her, and on the other… it meant he had Judith’s full attention.
“So, Doctor Christens,” she said, leaning against a Grecian column and crossing her arms. “What kind of things are you interested in?”
“Please. Seth.”
“Seth… is that short for something?”
“Not in my case.” He averted his eyes from her bulging cleavage. There was nothing garish or vulgar about it. Judith’s breasts fit her frame perfectly. They fit her bust perfectly. Seth always tried to see breasts objectively, which had been a requirement for his previous profession. They were body parts. They were sensitive, especially on a pregnant woman, but their primary function was to feed infants, and that’s what Dr. Christens had to concern himself with for many years.
Seth, on the other hand? Seth liked tits. Tits were good. He could stick his dick between them, and that was always fun.
I am embarrassing.
“So… what are you interested in? You haven’t answered that yet.”
Curious how she wasn’t working him. Judith was so relaxed where she stood that a commoner would think they were two people conversing, not a business transaction in the making. Should I do it? How would I even go about it? These women probably preferred getting right down to the business. Should he ask? Even so, what would he want to do? Seemed crass slamming his cock in her on their first meeting. Would she like to go on a date? Seth got off more if he could pick a woman’s brain first – the more they had in common, the more he enjoyed the cock slamming.
“What do you mean?”
He kept his voice even, but Judith pinpointed his trepidation. Her smile was practically barbaric. “You like spanking a woman, Seth? Calling her dirty names? Tying her up and clipping her nipples?” She bit her lip. The way her teeth grazed that rose hue… Behave yourself! “Or maybe you like it when a woman really lays it on you. We do both around here, but it helps if you’re forthcoming so we know who to refer you to. Everyone has their specialty around here.”
Although Seth didn’t flinch, his mind went straight to She’s talking about BDSM? Seth knew Zack dabbled in it more often than not, and God knew half the young men in the city considered themselves Doms, but Seth never thought much about it. Something about floggers and Japanese rope tying.
“What’s yours?”
Judith’s smile broadened. “I do both. I used to be a dominatrix at The Dark Hour before I started working here.” She shrugged. Hello, bouncing breasts. “I like both. There’s something about a man who knows how to… really give it to me.” Her eyes glazed over.
I could do that. Really give it to you, that is. Seth had to be careful and not get lost in fantasy too. Somehow he doubted Judith was getting her panties wet over him. Women like her had enough experiences to know who to fantasize about, and right now Seth was another good looking rich guy looking to spread his wealth around.
“I can’t say I have a bedroom preference.”
“That’s too bad. What are we going to use to segue us into my bedroom?”
Shit.
Seth should have expected this. No matter what kind of conversation he wanted to have, Judith would charge him – and keep wondering when he was going to whip out his cock to come all over her. Why am I thinking about that? Seth had never fancied himself the kind of guy who aimed and fired. He preferred to wrap things up and only stay inside if he knew the woman well enough. I’ve seen too many accidental pregnancies. He needed a cigarette thinking about doing that to Judith’s breasts. Why am I so hung up on tits today!
“Hey, uh,” Zack began, one arm wrapped around Grace. “Miss Grace is going to show me some… room…”
“Whatever, man.”
The lovebirds left, probably to transact some business Seth didn’t need to know about. That left him with Judith, who was quick to whip out a tiny, gold-embossed card from a pocket inside her bust. A pocket inside her bust…
“What’s this?” Seth took it. Words. Numbers. Nothing wholesome.
“My rates.”
Seth took another cursory glance. That was a lot of money for a handjob. She’s probably good… Had to be better than the half-assed handjob he got last month from his last real date. The woman barely touched him. Judith looked… thorough.
“You must have misread me, Judith. This place is more Zack’s thing, not mine.”
“You sure about that?” Her giggle was not childish, or even girlish in the slightest. It was light, but womanly. The mature kind of femininity Seth felt was sorely missing in his life. I didn’t realize it until now. “Because you’ve been checking out my tits since we met.”
“To be fair, I thought that’s why they were there.”
Another shrug. “Hey, I get it. If you’ve got a woman already, I won’t pressure you to do something you might regret. Not like some of the… never mind.”
“I don’t have anyone.” Seth checked himself. “I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a wife.”
“Oh?” Judith put her hands on her hips. “Then what’s stopping you? Finances?”
“No…”
She sidled up to him without any warning. “Because I give free samples to guys who strike my fancy.” Her fingers grazed his ear. Hello, cock. “You hit mine like it’s a target.”
Seth took a deep breath to calm himself. You don’t pay for sex. Not even “freebies.” He had to repeat that a few times in his head. Judith probably did this with every client she tried to score. Seth was no different. He knew his worth, but he also knew that fantasies were useless. Judith didn’t care about anything but his money. This was business for her. For him? It was an escape, he supposed.
“Come with me.” Her fingers linked with his momentarily. It was enough. She had that yoke around his throat and dragged him into an empty sitting room. A tiny room, to be sure, but it was nicely decorated with reupholstered Victorian furniture and…
Who the fuck cared about the décor? Seth was quickly losing his ability to look at the world around him. All that existed was Judith, who latched the door behind her and gestured to the nearest leather chair.
“You look like a bra
ndy man.” She poured him a small glass at a sparsely stocked wet bar. Seth sat in the chair, wondering where freebies ended and the charges on his credit card began. Do I care now? A little, yeah. “Here. This will help loosen you up. You’re too tense.”
“Let me guess.” He took the glass. “You want to help me relax.”
“It’s my job, Dr. Christens.”
“I told you. Call me Seth.”
“It’s my job, Seth.” Judith leaned one knee against the edge of his chair, fingers dexterously pulling apart the buttons on the front of her dress. I didn’t even notice the buttons until now. No wonder she spilled so effortlessly from her clothes. “From the moment you walk through those doors downstairs, you become my responsibility.” One button. Two buttons. Dress popping open and cleavage growing larger. Not the only thing growing larger right now. So much blood… rushing to his cock, that was. “No man is allowed to leave this place without feeling relaxed in some capacity. It doesn’t matter how far you want to go. Want to have a drink and talk? I am an excellent listener.”
She popped open the last button and pulled open her dress. A strapless bra. Damn her.
When Seth didn’t tell her to back off, Judith slid her knee closer to his leg, her whole body lowering toward him. Cleavage. So. Much. Cleavage. Seth knew his female anatomy, and those were definitely natural. A man who dated around his own circles had seen plenty of fake ones, anyway. They were nice, but not much fun.
“Or if you want to go for a walk… we could do that too.” Judith glanced down at his lap. “I don’t think you want to do that though.”
He didn’t have to look to know he was sporting an erection.
“Such a serious face, Seth.” The way she moved indicated this was more than getting from Point A to Point B. She was seducing him, rolling her torso so her breasts pushed toward his face and her hands gripped the arms of the chair. He was trapped. A caged beast being provoked with a proverbial stick. “You’re a serious guy, aren’t you?”
“I suppose.” His eyes remained locked on hers.
It didn’t take long for Judith to catch on. “Would you like to see my breasts?” Her finger tugged against her bra. “Say the word and I’ll let you look all you want. No charge.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“No, no, I want to hear you say it. Turns me on to have guys take control like that.” Her eyes glazed over again. Another reminder that this wasn’t about Seth at all.
Fuck it! It totally was. If his cock declared it so, then it was!
“Show me your breasts.”
Those words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. Judith freed her breasts with a twist of her bra before he could stop her.
Good God. Perfect. Her breasts were perfect. Large. Round. Still perky even with the tell-tale lines of aging emerging on the sides. Fuck, those made her hotter! Either it’s cold in here or those nipples like me too. Pink. Hard. Areolas that were neither all-encompassing nor too tiny to see. My face isn’t buried in them… because… ?
Her lips hovered over his forehead. Her nipples touched his sweater. Her hand… her hand rubbed his erection, sending a million degrees of fire through Seth’s eager body.
Take her.
Have her.
Make her moan and milk every drop of life from his cock.
Seth was definitely a beast in a cage. Had been for a long time, from the feel of it. Now Judith dared to open the cage and unleash his sexual fury.
He remembered how much it cost to fuck this woman. It was right there on the card she gave him.
Fifteen grand. Somehow he doubted that ever came free.
Was she worth fifteen thousand of his carefully saved dollars? He could more than afford it. He could afford to fuck her a million times if he wanted. The sheer power lurking in his cock could have fucked her a million times, anyway.
“You want me, don’t you Seth?”
Her breath was sweet and hot at the same time. That nimble hand grabbed his cock through his trousers. A knowing smile crossed those rosy lips.
“I think it speaks for itself.”
Judith kissed him. Lightly. Enough to make him imagine pushing her back, tumbling her to the floor, ripping up her skirt and burying his cock so deep inside of her that she screamed from the sudden pleasure it brought her. You’ve never been with someone like me. I will blow your mind. I’ll make you scream my name and tell every woman – and man – in this house of sin that I am the best your experienced cunt has ever had. Every man thought that, surely. Judith was able to make Seth believe it.
“I’d rather hear you say it. Tell me you want me.” She pushed herself up, breasts in his face. Damn them.
“All right, I want you. Are you happy now?”
“No. Because I can’t see your cock.”
Carefully, in case he told her no, Judith searched for his zipper and drew it down. She didn’t fake great surprise at the sight of his cock, and for that Seth was grateful. She did, however, look between it and his eyes, gauging his reaction as she gently touched the length of his emerging shaft. She’s already leagues better than the last woman I was with. Judith almost made him believe that he was so special She really was good.
With her eyes locked on his, Judith eased herself down. On her knees. Mouth close to the head of his cock, lips parting. Her tongue toyed with the corner of her mouth, as if she were about to devour him.
“Do you want me to say that too?”
She nodded, her straight blond locks shaking on her shoulders.
Seth reveled in it. “Suck. My. Cock.”
“Yes, sir.”
That word shot straight into his heart. Her mouth? Shot straight to his cock.
Seth had no idea what his friend Zack was doing – probably fucking that Grace girl – but it couldn’t be anywhere near as good as this. Judith had the mouth of a goddess. No, a muse. Which one? Terpsichore, with her provocative dances and movements? Euterpe, with her heavenly voice? No. If Seth were going to assign an ancient station to a beauty like Judith, it would be Calliope, whose epic poetry could bring down stars and make men weep.
Even with the object of his endless lust stroking, kissing, and sucking his cock, Seth tried to remain logical. Reasonable. There was no reason to throw himself into his moment. No reason to strut his shit and try to impress her with how dominating he could be. He was a client. She provided a service to entice him to more…
His cock slipped right down her tight throat, and all was lost.
Glee glinted in those dangerous eyes as Seth released his first full-body shudder and a groan to accompany it. She knew what she was doing. This was a reward for her. Bless her for it, but did she have to be so knowing about it? That only served to remind him what they were about.
This was a fantasy. She wasn’t his girlfriend. He had no claim to her, other than the time he bought.
“Keep that up and I’ll come,” he mumbled. Judith smiled on his cock, teeth threatening to graze his skin – unless he wanted that. “In your throat, no less. Is that what you want?”
She abandoned him, lifting her body up with one hand still firmly around his girth as she lowered her mouth to his ear. “I want whatever you deign to give me, sir.”
“Dare I ask how much that would cost?”
Her voice carried the timbre of business. It was enough to pause Seth’s needs long enough to concentrate on what she said, as opposed to going My cock your pussy woohoo.
“You know my rates now, Seth. But… because I like you…” She pulled her skirt up, showing off her black thong. Fuck, what an ass. Was there a gym in the Château? “I’ll give you half off for your first time fucking me.”
“Half off for the first time? I would think that costs the most.”
“Now, now.” She patted his cheek – and squeezed his cock. “Trust me. You’ll come back for more.” Her laughter echoed well into his ear. “I’m deep and tight. You’ve never fucked a pussy like mine.”
For fifteen grand,
that better be true. “Perhaps I’d want to save that experience for next time.”
“Technically, what I did was your free sample, but if you don’t tell my boss…”
“Go on.” Tell me I can have you on my terms.
Her grip on his cock tightened. “I’ll finish. For free.”
“You speak my language, Judith.”
“It’s my pleasure.” She went back to her knees. Back to his cock.
No more teasing. No more bringing him to the edge and then denying him with the hope that he would cough up seven and a half thousand dollars to fuck her eager cunt. After seeing that ass, I would definitely want her from behind. Push her down. Hold her down. Apparently he was a spanker after all, because now that’s all he could think about as she worked her mouth and throat around his cock.
The head, warm from her throat and his precum, lost itself inside of her. His shaft begged her to squeeze and lick. His damned sack lived for her massage.
He wouldn’t mention how happy his ears were to hear the crudest sounds in the universe.
Seth stroked her head. Ran his fingers through her hair. Delighted in how she felt beneath every layer of touch. As his cock reached the point of no return, he reveled in the sight of her striking face bobbing up and down on his cock.
She must have sensed the moment he would come, for his cock dove deep into her throat and didn’t move. Seth grabbed the back of her head and thrust forward, once, emptying everything that had built up in the past half hour. His need. His lust. His fucking seed that now coated the back of this unbelievable woman’s throat. Judith was completely unfazed. She took what he gave her like the pro she was, tongue licking him clean as soon as the last of his shudders passed.
“Wow,” she said, pushing her hair back. When Judith stood, it was to unfortunately put her breasts away – albeit with a smile. Seth took the hint and zipped up as well. “That was fun.”
“You’re just saying that.” Seth composed himself, even though his whole body screamed to bring her down into his lap and touch her whole body. Get hard again. Fuck her like a man this time. “I appreciate it, though.”