by S. E. Law
Unfortunately, my skirt suit is sorely lacking. Instead of picking it up at a designer boutique, I got mine off the rack at Ann Taylor. To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised to even find a skirt suit in my closet. My job requires me to flaunt my assets, so I have a ton of bodycon cocktail dresses, but business attire? Not so much.
Unfortunately, said skirt suit has a skirt far shorter than I would have liked for the occasion. I tug on it discreetly now, trying to stretch it a millimeter further down my thigh. Mr. Pratt’s eyes gleam as he notices my gesture and I immediately stop. Oh god, he saw.
Plus, it doesn’t help my sudden case of stage fright that the person I am pitching my idea to also happens to be an incredibly attractive man. Damon looks even better than I remember and seeing him in a fancy suit sitting behind his massive desk is turning me on like no other. I can’t help but remember how I pleasured myself to the thought of him last night. Can he tell? No, right? I swallow hard and force myself to remain professional, slapping on a wan smile.
“I have a business proposition for you,” I say in a formal voice. He leans back in his chair and steeples his hands, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
“What kind of proposition?” His voice is low and smooth, making shivers go down my spine. But it’s now or never, so I lay it out on the table for him.
“I want to go into business for myself.”
“Really?” he asks, one brow raised.
“Yes,” I nod smartly. “I want to open my own escorting business called Saucy Nights.” Now, Damon’s other brow twitches up as well.
“I see,” he says. There’s a momentary pause and I blush hotly.
“So what do you think?” I stammer. “I have the chops. I know this business inside out. I can do it!”
He nods thoughtfully, and to my immense relief, the alpha male’s not laughing. Then, those deep brown eyes turn to me, although his mobile mouth still has that quirk of a smile at one corner.
“Let me ask you this, Rose: how was working as an escort? And why the sudden desire to be the boss?” I blush at his words. It pains me for him to be thinking about my ‘duties’ as a call girl because it’s embarrassing, even now. But I remind myself that I can’t be embarrassed about this. I’m a businesswoman, and I’m looking for an investment in my start-up. I have to be direct and professional.
“Being an escort is fine, but I’ve been doing it for four years and I’m ready to transition into management. Unfortunately, that’s impossible at City Girls, so I’ve realized that setting up my own shop is the way to go.”
He nods his acknowledgement and then turns his chair to the side, revealing a strong, proud profile. Gazing out the window, the businessman ponders my words for a moment. Then, turning back to face me, he finally asks, “But why are you here, sweetheart? What can I do to help? Sure, I created my own business, but I’m an architect. We design buildings, and I’m not sure how much overlap there is there.”
I take a deep breath. At least he’s taking me seriously.
“Mr. Pratt, I need investment capital in order to start the business, and Lucy thought that you might be interested. She said it was better to ask than not ask, so I thought I’d come by and see? I don’t know, would you be willing to invest in me?” Damon seems to relax a bit. Time feels like it slows down as I wait for his answer, watching as he takes a deliberate sip of his coffee.
To my surprise, he stands up and smiles. I watch, unsure what to expect. Then, the alpha male walks over to my side of the desk, leaning back against the heavy oak frame. He’s now probably only five feet away, close enough to smell the musk of his cologne. As I look up at his massive form through my lashes, I feel my heart swell in my chest. This man’s scent alone is enough to get me high.
“I’ll definitely consider an investment, Rose. I respect the fact that you’re willing to try striking out on your own. In fact, I think it says a lot about your character and willingness to get your hands dirty. But my investment comes with one non-negotiable condition: I get to sample the goods first. After all, how can I be sure this is a worthwhile investment if I don’t try it out for myself?”
I exhale deeply and smile. I didn’t even know I was holding my breath.
“Oh of course! I totally get it. I mean, there aren’t any girls working at Saucy Nights yet but I assure you, I can set you up with one of them as soon as I get this gig up and going,” I chirp happily. Of course, inside I’m a bit sad, but then I clamp down on the feeling. Damon Pratt is a gorgeous alpha male, and it makes sense that he’d want to sample the goods. He’s smart and knows what he’s doing.
But the architect merely looks serious while shaking his head.
“I’m sorry, Rose, but I don’t want to wait until the business is up and running. I need to get a sample before I make the investment. Otherwise, how do I know I’m putting my money in the right place?”
I sit back, a bit stunned.
“Oh of course,” I say. “But Lucy met her husband Shane through City Girls, so you know we’re legit. Isn’t that enough?”
Damon frowns and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry, it isn’t. City Girls is your old employer, and now, you’re starting something from scratch. I’m going to have to get a taste before putting any real funding down. I’m sure you understand.”
I stare at him, nonplussed.
“But we have no girls on staff yet. I swear, as soon as I hire some ladies, I can set up a date for you—”
He cuts me off.
“There is one woman on salary,” he intimates, his low voice smooth. “You, Rose. You could provide a taste of the goods.”
I stare at him as my eyes go wide. My nipples harden and I moisten down below.
“Are you serious?” I whisper, my heart racing. By contrast, Damon looks completely at ease in his sharply cut suit. He merely quirks another smile at me, one eyebrow a question mark.
“Why not?” he asks. “You know what you’re doing. Give me a taste of what your new business will provide, and maybe I’ll invest.”
I continue staring at him, and he chuckles deep in his chest. “Sweetheart, it’s not that strange. In fact, I’d say this is standard due diligence. Who’s going to put millions of dollars into a business they know nothing about? If anything, I’m going to need a very thorough understanding of what happens on these encounters you provide.”
With that, my mouth snaps shut.
“Of course,” I say smartly, although the words come out a bit breathy. “I’d be happy to show you a good time.”
He chuckles again, although this time his laugh sounds a little rough around the edges.
“Good. Then it’s a date,” he finishes simply. “I’ll have my secretary call you with the details.”
I nod, still staring. Then, I pick up my purse and leave on slow feet, softly shutting the door behind me before standing there in a daze.
What just happened? Not only is Damon Pratt going to invest in my business, but he made it sound like he’s going to put millions into my little idea. The only hiccup is that I’ve got to show him a night on the town to remember, otherwise this money will never materialize.
With determination, I take the elevators and begin to walk home. Am I up for the challenge? A date with the gorgeous Damon Pratt? My heart races and my breathing accelerates. But it’s not because of my new business. It’s because of the gorgeous alpha male and the prospect of seeing him again soon.
5
Damon
I’m riled up tonight about my date with Rose. I haven’t had a date to look forward to in years. It’s sad, but it’s true. The engagements I’ve been on have been okay at best, and fucking awful at worst. There was one woman who smelled of ripe bananas because she liked the look of Carmen Miranda with the gigantic fruit hat. Don’t even ask how I ended up going out with her.
But Rose is different. She’s the opposite of the girls I usually take out. She is smart, driven, and down to earth. I’m happy for this much needed change
and look forward to going out with a woman who is capable of carrying a conversation worth having. On top of that, Rose is sexy too. She is so young and incredibly lush, and I’ve secretly wanted to get a taste of her for years, but I never thought I’d have the opportunity.
That’s my big secret. I’ve been eyeing my daughter’s friend since before she was legal. I was always a good man, staying hands off out of respect and deference, but tonight, that changes.
Now, I’m in a sumptuous hotel lobby, waiting for the curvy girl. Suddenly, I feel a frisson in the air, and sure enough, Rose has made an appearance. Every man with a heartbeat is somehow aware of her, and pride blooms in my chest, knowing that she’s here with me.
Rose pauses for a moment in the doorway, looking shy. The sweet girl’s wearing a tiny black cocktail dress that highlights her sumptuous assets, from those big breasts to her wide hips. Her curly brown hair gently brushes back and forth across her generously exposed chest as she pauses for just a moment. Then, she catches sight of me and smiles before making her way over in scandalously high heels.
“Hello stranger,” she says in a dulcet voice. Damn, this girl is sexy and beautiful. A rare combination.
“Mademoiselle,” I respond taking her hand and kissing it lightly. She giggles at this and her laugh is soft music to my ears.
“You look very handsome in your suit tonight, Mr. Pratt,” she smiles in return. “Or should I call you Monsieur?” she teases.
I grin.
“Call me Damon, honey. Hardly anyone refers to me as Mr. Pratt.” I say this because I want to shift the dynamic between us. I want us to be able to move beyond the narrative of me as her best friend’s father, although to be honest, Mr. Pratt never sounded as entrancing as it did rolling off her lips. My mind flashes to a fantasy of me pinning her against a wall with my body and her calling out ‘Mr. Pratt’ breathlessly as my hand slips below that tight little dress. I swallow, pushing the tempting image down.
“Can I get you a drink, sweetheart?” I ask. She nods in assent, and soon, we’re chatting and drinking as time slips away from us. It’s easy to talk to Rose, although I suppose she’s a professional conversationalist. We discuss everything and nothing, and it’s as if I’m speaking with an old friend. That is, an old friend that I’m incredibly attracted to.
But like a good little businesswoman, Rose makes it a point to mention her business plans. I admire her dedication. She’d never let this opportunity slip away.
“What do you think of the name Saucy Nights?” she asks.
I think for a moment.
“It could be good,” I say slowly. “But what makes it saucy?”
She giggles.
“The girls of course! That’s one of the things I hated about City Girls. Some of my fellow workers were sooooo boring. They were the type who’d watch paint dry or grass grow. Or both.”
“But they got customers, right?”
Rose giggles.
“Yes, but the customers were just after one thing, I assure you. And that one thing had nothing to do with conversation.”
Ah ha. This is the perfect opening.
“Tell me, sweetheart. So if they’re not watching paint dry, then what are they doing?”
Rose blushes. I think I already know the answer to this question because my daughter’s already told me, but it’s good to hear it from my date’s lips.
“Well,” she begins slowly. “Sometimes shenanigans take place after-hours. Don’t get me wrong, the agency doesn’t put you up to it. They make it clear that the fee is strictly for a girl’s companionship over dinner and drinks. But sometimes, if the woman is willing …”
I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“And have you been willing in the past?” I ask.
She blushes hotly and looks down at her perfectly manicured hands.
“Yes, I have,” she murmurs, unable to meet my eyes. “But really, only when the man was kind, generous, and a good person. I could never sleep with a client just for the money. That would be atrocious.”
Good. She’s showing excellent judgment.
“And me,” I say. “Am I one of these lucky men who gets to progress to the second stage?” I ask, one eyebrow impishly raised. “Do I meet your standards?”
Rose bites her lip, looking incredibly shy. It’s hard to believe she’s a working girl, but I suppose that’s part of the charm. The best ones can make you feel like you’re on a date with a real girlfriend, and not a paid companion.
“Yes, Mr. Pratt,” she murmurs, peeking up at me through her lashes. “Yes, I believe you are part of that lucky group of men.”
With that, I pull a hundred-dollar bill from my wallet and place it under my empty whiskey glass on the bar top. There’s no time to wait for the bartender to actually get us the bill and make change. I need inside this woman, and I need her now.
But first, I look deep into Rose’s eyes without touching a hair on her head.
“Sweetheart,” I say. “Before we go upstairs, I need to hear you say it. I need to hear you say that you want to be with me, and this is more than just obligation or some part of your business plan.”
Her eyes go wide, but something heated flares inside.
“Of course I want to be with you, Damon,” she breathes. “Now, more than anything.”
With that, I take her hand before guiding her to a lavish elevator bank gilded in gold.
“Good, sweetheart,” I say with a devilish grin. “Because, as you say, the shenanigans are about to begin.”
And her delighted smile is the only answer that I need.
6
Damon
I open the door to our hotel suite, gesturing for Rose to lead the way. She steps inside and gasps. I understand why. This suite is enormous, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city as well as modern, white leather furniture scattered about. There’s a glass tabletop adorned with a huge bouquet of matching white lilies, and a door that leads to a bedroom.
Rose spins around, hardly believing her eyes.
“My goodness!” she exclaims. “This is bigger than my apartment.”
I chuckle while taking off my blazer and draping it over a chair back.
“I think it’s bigger than most New York City apartments,” is my rueful reply. “This suite alone is two thousand square feet.”
“Two thousand?” she squeals. “Oh my god, I think my place is three hundred at the most.”
But this isn’t the time to discuss real estate. Instead, my eyes are locked on that curvy body. Rose’s décolletage has been slipping lower and lower over the course of the night, the shadow between her breasts deepening. As a professional, Rose knows exactly where my eyes are at and smiles saucily. Then she shifts her arms a bit, and oh shit, but one big breast pops out of the top of her dress.
“Oops!” she cries with pretend surprise in her eyes. “Did that really happen?”
But she makes no move to cover herself, and in a moment, I’m in front of her, dipping my head to lick over her nipple.
“Oh Mr. Pratt,” she sighs, leaning her head back with pleasure. “Mmm, that feels good!”
I suckle deeply, running my tongue around her hard tip while nudging her backwards. My lips stay latched to the pink crest until I feel her torso hits the back wall.
“Oof!” she exclaims. “Mmmmm!”
Once she’s securely pinned between my body and the wall, my tongue begins to find its way up her neck, eventually locating and tracing her delicate collar bone. She must be sensitive here as her body begins to squirm against mine.
“Does that feel good, babe?” I ask between rough kisses across the top of her chest.
“No one’s lips have ever felt so good against my skin. You’re sending tingles right down my spine,” she manages in a breathy voice.
“Good,” I growl. “But I’m hoping to send tingles through another part of you as well.” She gasps as I shimmy up the bottom of her dress until it’s level with her hips. Slipping my hand up a
nd over her ass, I press my hand firmly into her back forcing her lower body tightly against mine. My erect cock presses my suit pants against her silky black panties as I pass my tongue between her breasts again. Even through the fabric, I can tell she’s moist and steamy.
“Oooh!” she cries. “Yes, like that, Mr. Pratt.”
Rose quickly begins to undo my tie, leaving it draped over my shoulders. She rips my dress shirt open, causing one of the buttons to snap off and go flying across the room. I kiss her, but she only allows a short embrace, pulling her head away before reaching down to undo my pants. She wants me bad, and isn’t going to wait.
“You’re gorgeous, Rose,” I rasp as she pulls my zipper down, allowing my bulge to emerge between the splayed pieces of fabric.
“Thank you, but oh shit, it’s big,” she gasps, her eyes going wide. But like a professional, she doesn’t stay fazed for long. “I want you Damon, I want you to fuck me,” she moans, breathing heavily. She pushes my trousers down to about mid-thigh, but I stop her before she gets any further.
“No. Not yet,” I command while pressing her back into the wall again. Then, I reach between our bodies and pass two fingers beneath her silky black panties to caress her sopping slit. Damn, she’s so wet that juices coat my palm immediately.
“Damon,” she purrs throatily, already beginning to wriggle and grind. “Oooh!”
Slowly, I slide two fingers into that wet hole, enjoying the clench of her cunt.
“Fuck you’re tight,” I growl. “My cock is going to feel amazing inside of you.”
But Rose is unable to reply. As I slide my hand in and out of that tiny tunnel, her eyes close and she begins to whimper. I scissor my two fingers apart, holding her sweet cavity open wide even as it throbs against me trying to clasp itself closed.
“Do you want more, baby?” I rasp. But Rose is no shy pansy. Instead of answering, she grabs either side of the tie still draped around my neck and violently pulls me into her. I land hard, and in retribution, I jam a third finger into her hole while shoving my tongue into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of my digits bouncing in and out of her wet pussy.