Dedication
As with everything I write, this is dedicated to my wife.
It is also dedicated to Bethany for reminding me I can make someone laugh, and to Anne and Karen for agreeing to take my little idea about Lake Tahoe and writing stories about it. Thanks girls.
Chapter One
Moans of pleasure echoed in the darkness of the room.
“Oh God, oh, just like that…just like that…” A woman’s voice cracked as she spoke.
The scent of passion filled the air as Aaron gasped for breath and groaned. He could feel the spasms of her pussy wrapping around his cock.
Her body was a beautiful temple that he worshipped—there wasn’t a single inch of her skin his large hands hadn’t caressed. With his pounding heartbeat slowing, he lowered and kissed the woman’s shoulder, pulling his cock from her soaked pussy. Her body relaxed, and he felt her shudder.
Her ass was reddened from the slapping of their flesh. She buried her face into the pillow and screamed muffled sounds of excitement and release, then looked back and started to giggle.
“Dear Lord, Aaron, you are…so…so damn good,” she whispered, trying to catch her breath.
With a naughty grin he replied, “You are precious, Alesha.” He reached down and rubbed her shoulders softly. “You want to keep going?”
“I wish we could stay here and fuck all night…” she paused and rolled onto her back, “…but I have to get home. My husband will be back from his trip soon.”
Aaron rested on top of her and kissed her gently, pushing her hair away from her face with his finger.
“I don’t know why you keep coming to see me, but I love that you do.”
“Because you remind me I’m a woman first, not just a token wife.”
Leaning forward, Aaron began to kiss along her jaw and licked at the tips of her earlobes, tugging playfully at the diamond earrings. He could feel her body moving below him and her legs slowly spreading apart. His torso slid between her thighs, and the slippery wetness of her pussy touched his abdomen.
His animalistic instincts urged him to take her. He was still aroused and wanting, more than ready to press the head of his penis against the opening of her pussy.
“I don’t know if I can take any more of you,” Alesha said with a grin, which turned into a moan as he plunged back into her body.
“Oh fuck, maybe his flight will be late.” She wrapped her legs around Aaron’s hips, raking her fingers across his wide, muscular back, and let him take her again.
Aaron lay in the ruffled bed and watched Alesha dress. She fastened her bra and turned it around, then slipped her arms through the hoops. With a jiggle and some adjustments with her hands she got it settled. He found himself admiring the way she had to put herself back together to feel normal, yet never complained. All the preening and fuss over her hair, make-up and the smallest details—like making sure her skirt fell smoothly over her hips and legs.
“I don’t know why you bother so much, you’re beautiful.” Aaron was being honest in his comment.
With a grin she turned to him. “You must be trying to get a bigger tip.”
“No, just telling you what I see.”
Alesha pulled some money from her purse then set the bag at the foot of the bed. She walked up to him where he lay with his head propped up on one hand.
“Here, honey…” she kissed him lightly, leaving him with the taste of her freshly applied lipstick, “…I’ll give you a call next time I’m in town. The room’s paid for so you can just leave when you feel like it. Thanks for… Well, just thank you.”
He watched her leave, closing the door behind her. He enjoyed the time and company of the women who paid for his services. Most of them were nice to him and he liked making them feel good.
The bed was still warm, and Alesha’s scent still lingered in the pillows as he ruffled them up to get some sleep. His life was pretty good. Aaron had everything a man wanted in life. He made a lot of money, had a nice home, there was nothing holding him back and he had sex with beautiful, rich women all the time with no strings attached. This was living the dream.
But when he lay back in the bed he noticed something missing. Something most people took for granted had evaded him. There wasn’t a warm body next to him.
He was alone.
Turning her back on a horrible day, Janice left home in a temper and wasn’t about to waste another second worrying about the overabundance of shit that would be piled up when she came back…if she came back at all.
Working in Los Angeles, amongst all the high-powered assholes, was enough to make anyone go nuts. Climbing her way to the top as an executive secretary for a CEO at a real estate company came with a certain amount of privilege and power but also long hours and very few rewards.
A few days away from everything was just what she needed. Taking time from the pressure of being the perfect businesswoman, along with the perfect daughter, perfect ex-girlfriend and all the other perfect molds people had pushed her into.
Throwing caution to the wind wasn’t in her nature. Neither was a trip to Nevada. She knew how hard it was to earn money and gambling, in her mind, was throwing it away.
But she’d earned this trip. It was planned and paid for way in advance. If Brad had still been in the picture they would have been here together, but he messed things up, not her. He was the one caught with his pants down around his ankles. He was the one caught getting a blowjob from the new temp at his office. He was the one fired for the incident, and the one now living with the guy who had blown him.
If anything, it freed her from the confinement of a relationship. Now she could do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted. But over the last six months she hadn’t had any real dates. There was a plentiful amount of frogs around, but the phone wasn’t ringing with Prince Charming calling. She’d finally admitted to being a lonely thirty-year-old woman without a meaningful relationship in her life.
So she’d saved enough money for a good time and, dammit, she promised herself she was going to cut loose a little.
Arriving at the timeshare, she unlocked the door, finding to her delight that it was a really nice place. The fireplace was perfect for a book and hot chocolate, and there was lots of room. There were two bedrooms, which was pretty much standard for rentals and timeshares. She dragged her luggage into the master bedroom and saw her oasis, a large Jacuzzi-style tub. She smiled. I have a date with that place and a bottle of wine when I come back.
She unpacked her bag, putting some things in the dresser by the bed and hanging other things in the closet. Janice was well rehearsed in packing for a trip and knew what to bring. Her needs were organized in her bag like a high-end clothing store. Tucked away in a side pocket was her favorite vibrator—she’d named it Earl—some naughty panties and a peek-a-boo bra, some K-Y Jelly and some really steamy romance novels. If she wasn’t getting laid she was damn well going to get off and relieve some tension.
Smiling at herself in the mirror after unpacking, she hoped she looked like success personified. She loosened her long dark hair and let it fall straight down her back. She still had some nice curves and carried herself with a lot of confidence. Yeah, she’d do.
The number to a local cab company was stuck on the refrigerator door, so she called for a ride and tucked the condo keys in her purse. As she went to leave she took a quick look around. It was a bit much for one person but, fuck it, she thought, I deserve it.
It was a beautiful night with a clear sky, and she could see thousands of stars glistening in the beautiful darkened abyss above her. Breathing in the cool air made her feel refreshed, and she realized that the city wasn’t the greatest place to take a deep breath. Unless smog and exhaust fumes were a good substitute for fresh air.
Janice realized they weren’t. She smiled, breathed again and headed toward the cab for her first night of adventure.
Chapter Two
Aaron’s internal alarm clock rang as the sun rose, waking him up. He was in his own bed, but his neck was sore from sleeping in an awkward position and having those damn designer pillows surrounding him.
Why he got up at seven o’clock every morning was a mystery, but it might have had something to do with playing football his whole younger life and being on that schedule. He sat up in bed and caught a whiff of his morning breath. He blinked, and his eyes glazed over.
Note to self, get breath mints…extra long-lasting flavor.
First thing was the workout he designed to keep him in shape. Three hundred sit-ups to keep the six-pack from turning into an overfull keg. Six sets of twenty-five pull-ups and six sets of forty push-ups for toning his arms. The routine was embedded into his brain, same thing every morning.
The long, hot shower eased the tensions of his muscles as the water cascaded over him. He rubbed the soap across the ripples of his chest as he cooled down and took deep cleansing breaths. He liked taking showers. They were therapeutic, refreshing him and cleaning away the previous night’s scent and funk.
It was also the best place to sing old Elvis songs.
Aaron wasn’t what most people would call a talented singer. In fact some would call him atrocious. Dogs and other animals would have scurried away from the demonic screeching echoing through the bathroom.
He dried himself off and realized how set in his daily routines he’d become. How his life was following the same path most every day. It wasn’t bad, by any means. Some guys would sell their left nut for it. But more often than not, Aaron didn’t find himself looking forward to his day.
That thought was still rattling around in his head when he met Mother a little later.
“Aaron, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Mother, just thinking.”
The woman walked over and stroked the hair on the back of his head. “You can tell me, sweetheart, you know that. I don’t want you flustered when you go out to work tonight.”
“No, I’m fine. I don’t want to bother you with things.”
Aaron’s head was still dealing with all kinds of thoughts. He wasn’t getting any younger and maybe it was the male biological clock catching up to him, making his stomach uneasy. Or it could have been the triple bean and cheddar cheese nachos with a jumbo Dr. Pepper he’d had earlier that made his stomach ache. Still something was bothering him.
For most men the life he led was a fantasy. Beautiful women, money, parties, sex for hire, it was almost a dream for some. The harsh reality however, was that it went from a cool lifestyle to no more than a job. All too soon there were necessary mental preparations to punch a clock. To take all emotions out and handle people as simple commodities.
Aaron was getting to a point where he was growing tired of the day-to-day grind. Of course he loved the grinding parts. Some women would make him feel almost god-like in their praise, and they would thank him for releasing so many things that had been pent up inside them.
Remembering a few of the wilder times made him smile. He also adjusted his pants because thinking about his own fantasies coming to life stirred his loins. The weekend with the Thompson triplets and their dwarf maid all having sex in the magic Jell-O filled Jacuzzi was one for the record books.
Maybe he was worried he’d lose interest in sex when he finally settled down. That he’d reach a point where emotion wasn’t going to be a part of it anymore and he would just be a machine in bed. A living, talking, fucking, life-sized vibrator with a tongue.
“I’m just… I don’t know, Mother, just getting into the mindset for tonight, I guess.”
“We’ll have to talk later, because I can tell when one of my boys is stressing out. I won’t let this slide, but you’ll talk to me when you’re ready. Won’t you?”
Aaron sat still for a moment. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was a little routine that calmed him and put him in the mood he wanted for the night. In control and ready for seduction.
He nodded to the woman. “See you tomorrow, Mother.” He walked to the door, grabbed his suit jacket and flung it over his shoulder.
The Lake Tahoe area wasn’t crammed full of large casinos like its famous neighbor, Las Vegas. As she drove around she saw a few large hotels of course, and a lot of small shops and places to eat along the way. It was set up for both winter—with the skiing shops—and boat places for spring and summer water sports. It’s a romantic sort of town that dabbled in the evils of gambling. It was just perfect for Janice.
The casino was crowded but not wall-to-wall. People were tossing money around and playing the slot machines as usual. The smoke made her eyes water at first but she soon got used to it and hit her favorite game, blackjack.
As the night went on Janice got hotter at the table. Her cosmopolitan drinks were tasty, but she nursed them while she played. For some strange reason she couldn’t lose at this table with this dealer. She was getting lucky, and her heart was thumping with excitement as the chips piled up next to her elbow.
Between deals, she noticed a man watching her. He’d been at the table but wasn’t playing cards. He had been relaxing and then moved when people started crowding the table. The small hairs on the back of her neck stood up as he continued to look at her intently. She liked the thought of a man paying attention to her, but wasn’t quite sure about this one. He looked like he was undressing her with his eyes.
Dark hair, tall, a strong build, tanned, handsome and very well dressed. He stood out in the crowd without trying. Janice kept peeking up toward him as she played. His grin when he caught her eye made her thighs hot and her panties moist. This guy was sex on a stick, and she wanted to ride his stick.
Damn, that guy is fine. If I’m getting this lucky at cards maybe I’ll get lucky and take him with me?
Distracted, she shook herself back to the game at hand. I feel like a slut. I don’t think like this. Maybe I should. To her surprise, she realized she had to be up by around ten thousand dollars if she’d counted the chips right.
“Well, this is my last hand. Time for my break and a dealer change.” The dealer smiled and leaned over the table to deal the last hand of her shift.
“Wait.” Janice looked down and pushed out the table limit of chips on her spot as a bet. “I might as well go for it.” She didn’t have a damn thing to lose. It was also her basis for getting the guts to walk over and ask that fine hunk of man for drinks and a good fuck.
The dealer tossed the cards around the table, and Janice didn’t even bother to look at the first round. She was setting her sights on a bigger prize. When the second round of cards appeared, she smiled as she got an ace of spades to go with her queen of hearts.
Well whaddya know? She really was getting lucky tonight.
But being a sensible woman, she deposited most of the money into her account and quickly dealt with the paperwork. She knew if she kept it she’d be tempted to gamble it away. In her current state of mind she was up to trying anything.
The walking hunk of sex wasn’t by the blackjack tables anymore. She glanced around and didn’t see him immediately, but as she casually wandered toward the casino bar, there he was, sitting at a stool alone.
Her heart started pounding and a dozen or so thoughts crossed her mind. Should I offer to by him a drink or just drop down to my knees and blow him? I wonder if he really noticed me or was watching the game of blackjack. Why do panties always creep up your ass when you get nervous?
Stepping up to the bar, she opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
His voice was deep and strong. He glanced up at Janice and cracked a small smile. Her panties went from being a nuisance to a savior as she became wet with desire.
Holy shit. I’m going to burn for the things I want to do to this man.
/> “I was going to ask you the same question. I’ll have a cosmopolitan. Thank you.”
He motioned to the bartender and asked for a cosmo and a rum and Coke for himself. “Old habits die hard. Always loved my rum, but can’t drink it too much because I hate Coke.”
She took the stool he offered and their conversation ran the usual gamut of being in Lake Tahoe, first names and the weather. He was flirting, and Janice loved it. Her guard was down and the desire to cut loose a little took over.
“This is fun. I’m really having a nice time. I don’t mean to sound like I’m feeding you a line but you look really familiar. Aaron, what do you do?”
“Honestly? I get paid to make women feel good.”
“Oh…” After a moment she got it. “Ooooohhhhh, sorry, blonde moment.”
“But you’re not blonde. Of course I could double check to make sure.”
If she said what crossed her mind they’d be arrested. “Cute, but not now.”
“Maybe later then.” He was very quick with the witty comebacks and double meanings.
Janice noticed the heat level rising between them after he told her what he did. Just the thought of a male prostitute was naughty but nice. No strings, no worries, just pay as you ride, like at a carnival. Only this ride would be a helluva lot more fun.
They made more small talk. All the while ideas and fears scrambled through her mind. Is this guy clean? Does he have a disease I’ll bring back with me? Love doesn’t last but herpes is for life. I have my money stashed in the bank, but is this guy going to try to rob me if I let him into my condo? Does this guy look as good naked as he does with that suit on?
Her fear that it would be filmed and end up on the Internet would be gone because there was no way they would go to his place. If she was going to do this, she wanted home field advantage.
“So how do I know I won’t catch something?” She smiled as she sipped her drink.
“I have myself checked regularly, and I only practice safe sex. No glove, no love is my motto. Most women I meet are married. I’m a diversion, and they’re nervous too. You know, we can just sit here and talk. Just because I’m an escort doesn’t mean we have to sleep together.” He paused. “Well, actually, we wouldn’t be sleeping.”
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