by S. E. Law
In the beginning, we texted each other nightly, and even exchanged a few naughty pix. But slowly, communication between us trickled and then dried up altogether. I couldn’t understand it. Weren’t we having a great time together? Sure, she was in Duluth and I was still in New York City, but why wasn’t she answering my texts? Our nightly calls grew more and more infrequent, and last week, she stopped returning my calls altogether. What the hell was going on?
It was then that I decided to investigate for myself. On a whim, I went over to her apartment. She’d given me a key, although I’d never used it. There was no need, seeing that Rose spent most nights ensconced in my arms in the luxury of my penthouse.
But when the front door swung open, my entire world came crashing down because it was clear that Rose didn’t leave for a mere visit. She’d left New York permanently, and the bare apartment was testament to her intentions. There was no furniture; nothing on the walls; and not even any cardboard boxes. The place was empty and it was clear my Rose had no intention of coming back. Ever.
As a result, I went into a frenzy. I googled “Mildred and Matthew Crain” in Duluth, and the Heavens above answered. The Crains’ address popped up immediately, and I got onto the first flight out of JFK. That’s when the shit hit the fan.
I pounded on the front door of a cozy, one-story home to reveal a pudgy, kindly couple in their mid-50’s. To say Mildred and Matthew Crain were startled to see me is an understatement. They were confused and absolutely sure that I was mistaking them for someone else. But when they realized that I was hellbent on locating their daughter, they admitted that she was with a friend, Elaine, at a movie theater.
Bullshit. Movie theater, my ass. I know a cover-up when I hear one, and immediately, I demanded to see Rose’s room. Haltingly, they led me to her childhood bedroom, and sure enough, her laptop was open on the white desk. With a few keystrokes, I knew exactly where Rose was: at the local Sheraton on a date with a client named “Jack” through some goddamned Duluth escort agency.
The blood rushed to my head. I was so angry that I literally saw red for a few seconds, unable to move. But then I sprang into action and drove to the Sheraton so fast that the wheels on my rental car smoked. I practically assaulted the bartender at the hotel, demanding information. That, and the one hundred dollar bill I stuffed in his pocket, got me Jack’s room number and I began racing up the stairs to rescue my curvy girl. After all, the bartender had dropped an additional hint: Rose looked scared, and this Jack person was more than a little drunk.
That’s when my worst nightmare came true. Jack the Drunk, idiot that he is, left the room door ajar, and I pushed it open to reveal a horrific scene: Rose, completely nude, tied face down to the bed, screaming into a gag. There was a small man behind her, reeking of alcohol, with his pecker out. The thing was no more than two inches, but damned if I was going to let that cocksucker touch her.
Like an angry lion, I tore into the room. My fist lashed out and I punched Jack in the back of his head. But that’s the thing with drunk guys: they’re already halfway to blackout. As soon as my fist met his skull, he keeled over, his eyes rolling up into the back of his head. The small man slumped to the ground like a bag of rocks, already dead to the world.
“Mmmph!” Rose screamed, looking at me over her shoulder, tears of relief pouring down her cheeks. “Mmm!”
That’s when the beast in me took over. I should have untied my beautiful girl. I should have at least pushed Jack out of the way. But instead, I stepped right over that fucker and unzipped my pants. The sight of Rose, nude and lush, with her legs parted and that pinkness gleaming drove me over the edge. I pushed into her, spearing the curvy girl on my shaft as she screamed with pleasure.
I moaned deliriously, adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“I love you, Rose,” came my agonized voice. “Oh god, I love you.”
My curvy girl cried out again, but then gratifyingly, a rush of sweet fluids cascaded over my cock. She wanted this, and I sprang into action. I pushed into her again and again, watching as my glistening hardness pummeled her soft folds. Her cries were cries of ecstasy, and within minutes, we were both soaring to the peak.
“Rose!” I groaned again, ejaculating into her sweet depths. “Oh god, I love you!”
With that, I literally saw stars. Golden lights appeared and disappeared in my field of vision as her pussy clutched me tight, spasming with a climax that tore the Heavens open. Hot fluids ran from her hole, drenching my balls even as I spurted gallons of seed into my sweet girl. After all, this is where I belong, and without Rose, I am nothing.
Epilogue
Rose
To say things ended with a bang would be an understatement. After all, how many girls have experienced what I have? I was tied up and on the verge of being assaulted by a strange man in a strange hotel room. Yet, Damon came to my rescue. The alpha male appeared out of nowhere and saved me from a horrific situation.
I still shudder when I think back to that night. What was I thinking? Why did I sign up with an escort agency in Duluth? What possessed me to go out on a date in a city that I’m unfamiliar with? At the very least, in New York we frequent the same hotels over and over again. The bartenders know us; the bouncers know us; and even the hotel doormen look out for us. In New York, we work in a controlled environment with an army of sentinels.
But in Duluth, I was truly alone, and a client took advantage of that. If Damon hadn’t appeared on the scene just in the knick of time, I shudder to think of what could have happened.
As it is, everything turned out okay. After my man finished coming in me, he undid the ties on my wrists, and freed me from the gag.
“I’m so sorry, Rose,” he cried. “I’m so sorry.”
Then, he cradled me in his arms, his tears mixing with mine. But it wasn’t that. I enjoyed our encounter together, even if adrenaline continued to flow through my veins. I’d been saved by the handsome man, and although he was a little rough with me at the end, I enjoyed it.
“It’s okay,” I murmured through my own sniffles. “I’m okay.”
He pressed an agonized kiss to my mouth, looking deep in my eyes.
“Will you ever forgive me, Rose? For using your body the way that I just did?” he asked in a broken voice. “There is no excuse.”
Tears ran hotly down my cheeks.
“I do forgive you,” I managed between sobs. “I forgive you because oh Damon, I wanted it! I want you so much, and I love you, and … and … I’m having your baby.”
It was then that the gorgeous alpha male drew back with shock in his eyes.
“You’re pregnant?” he rasped. I nodded, so afraid of what he was going to say.
“You’re going to be a father,” I whispered, trembling a bit from nervous fear. “What do you think?” And at first, it was really scary. Damon sat there on the mattress, absolutely still, his big form unmoving.
“Please say something,” I pleaded. “I know this is unexpected, and that you don’t want more children, but –”
That’s when my man cut me off.
“No, I do want more children,” he said roughly, his eyes glowing as he pulled me to him abruptly, cuddling my form close. “I want more children with you, Rose. I love you so much and … oh shit, is my baby in here?” he asked reverently, one large hand skimming over my soft tummy.
“Yes,” I affirmed, tears running down my cheeks while covering his palm with my own. “Say hello to your son or daughter.”
With that, everything went into light speed. Damon whisked me out of Duluth and back to New York City. He wouldn’t even let me stay an extra night, he was so eager to get me back to the safety of his penthouse. We reported “Jack” to both the Duluth PD and Small Town Sassies, but we didn’t bother to follow up on what happened to him. Hopefully, he’s put in jail, and pays mightily for his crimes. At the very least, we confirmed that the escort agency dropped him.
Meanwhile, it’s been a frenzied two years since. My life has been fille
d with laughter and love, and every day is incredibly heartwarming. I had a difficult pregnancy, and as a result, I was put on bedrest almost as soon as I returned to New York. But it was worth it because I moved straight into Damon’s apartment, and we resumed our relationship.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked one day, sitting up on the huge king-size mattress.
“I am sweetheart,” my man growled, looking me in the eye. “I’ve already told Lucy about us too. My daughter’s excited. She wants to be a big sister again.”
“She’s okay with it?” I gasped.
He nodded and smiled, somewhat ruefully.
“How can she not be? My daughter is married to my best friend, so it’s only fitting that I get married to hers.”
That took me for a surprise.
“Married?” I echoed, my voice faint.
With that, Damon got on one knee and gazed into my eyes with his own.
“I love you, Rose Crain. We’ve been through a lot together already, from Saucy Nights, to City Girls, to that fucking Small Town Whatever in Duluth. I’ve already gotten on a plane and chased you down, and now I practically have you tied to my mattress with your tummy bulging with my child. But I love it. I love you,” he said roughly. “I want to be with you forever, and I want you to be Mrs. Damon Pratt. This is right.”
I laughed and cried, my heart in my throat, but what could I do but agree? And now, we’re at City Hall, with my parents, Lucy and Shane, and our little girl Misty in attendance. Misty’s only one, so she’s cooing in my parents’ arms. Mildred and Matthew adore the baby, and although they were introduced to Damon in a startling fashion, they’ve come to cherish my fiancé as well.
After all, Damon is everything a woman could ask for. He’s gorgeous, filthy rich, possessive as all hell, and a doting father and husband. To top things off, he even offered to finally make that investment in Saucy Nights, but I declined. After the roller coaster we’ve been through, I’m no longer interested in starting my own agency. I’ll find another vocation, although as of late, I consider being a mommy my number one job.
Now, we stand before the officiant, Damon insanely handsome in his black suit. I’m wearing a short white dress which hugs my curves because even after a year, I haven’t lost all my baby weight. But my fiancé adores the added fullness, and often says he’d prefer it if I gained even more weight to round things out.
The officiant speaks only for a minute or two, the ceremony going fast because we’re at City Hall. But then he beams and nods.
“I now pronounce you man and wife,” he proclaims joyfully. “You may kiss the bride.”
Damon leans forward and seizes my lips with his own, much to the delight of our baby. Misty coos and squeals while waving her arms, as the rest of our guests applaud and laugh. But then, there’s a commotion.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I’m late!” a voice cries. I roll my eyes. It’s just my friend Marley. Marley’s gorgeous, but she’s a little air-headed and now, she’s late for my wedding.
“You just missed the ceremony by two seconds,” I say ruefully. “But thanks for coming.”
Her big brown eyes go wide.
“Oh my god, I missed it?” she asks. “I’m so sorry!”
But it’s okay. I introduce my friend to everyone, and she’s all smiles and giggles, even if Damon is a bit disapproving. But when we finally leave to go the restaurant, Marley whispers in my ear. “I did it!” she exclaims. “I went on my first date through City Girls! And oh my god, the client was soooo hot! Thank you for introducing me to the service!”
I have tons of questions for Marley because it’s a life that I’ve left behind, and for the better too. After all, I have a husband and a child now, so my days as a lady of the night are over. But Marley? My pretty friend is clearly enjoying the lifestyle, and I look forward to hearing her stories.
Meanwhile, my husband pulls me aside.
“You look gorgeous,” he growls roughly. “I just want one kiss in private.” Then, Damon seizes my mouth in clear view of our friends and family.
“In private?” I giggle breathlessly after the kiss is over. “But everyone just saw.”
“That’s right,” he rasps possessively. “Because you belong to me, sweetheart. But tonight, we’ll be in private for sure.”
With that, my heart soars because it’s the perfect ending to my story. Once upon a time, I worked for a living. I went out with strange men in an attempt to pay my bills. But now, I’ve become a wife to the man of my dreams, and I can’t wait to see what the next chapter of my life brings.
THE END
Are you curious about Marley? The curvy girl’s willing to do *anything* to keep her car in The CEO’s Baby, available here.
Also, pick up First Time Escort to read about Lucy’s steamy rendezvous with her dad’s best friend, Shane.
If you love the City Girls concept, then you’ll also enjoy Off Limits Daddy, where Nella finds love with her mom’s ex-boyfriend. Off Limits Daddy is available here.
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Sneak Peek: First Time Escort
Lucy
Lucy’s working as a high-end escort, and her first client turns out to be her dad’s best friend, Shane.
I apprehensively enter the lobby of the Hotel Indigo, a glamorous high-end hotel on the Lower East Side of the city. The building was easy enough to find because it towers over neighboring skyscrapers. Before walking through the front doors, I surreptitiously crept along the side of the building just to scope the place out. I felt like a stalker, but then straightened my shoulders. I can’t put this off forever, and it’s time to make an entrance.
The golden doors sweep open as I approach and I smile as brightly as possible. I tell the doorman I am supposed to be meeting a friend at the first-floor bar, and he points me in the right direction. But “a friend”? Who am I kidding? I feel like everyone knows what I’m really here for, but try to walk with dignity nonetheless, with my head held high and shoulders back. Unfortunately, it’s easier said than done because I’m decked out in Rose’s sky-high red stilettos and they’re hella wobbly. Plus, I’m wearing her tiny, deep maroon cocktail dress that hugs all of my curves with a velvet black shawl draped around my shoulders. Rose did my hair so that it falls in soft curls down my back. She also helped do my makeup too, applying dark shadow to my eyes and a sleek, dark red balm to my lips.
I feel sligh
tly uncomfortable being dressed up so extravagantly. I’m by no means a tomboy, but I am certainly not this girly of a girl. Although I do have to say, I was astonished when I checked myself in the mirror before leaving the dorm. I look stunning, and surprisingly elegant, all things considered.
I step into the bar and pause, taking a moment to scan the room. The lights are low and there are candles on the tabletops. A fire burns on the far side of the room and swanky suede couches encircle the all-brick fireplace. It is even fancier than I had assumed it would be. But what’s odd is that the bar is pretty empty. That’s weird; it is a Friday night after all.
I’m looking for a man that fits Reed’s description: a tall, dark, handsome type wearing a navy blue suit. He refused to give the agency a picture of himself for privacy reasons, and paid three times the usual amount in order to do the deal anonymously. Who is this guy? A flutter in my stomach makes me feel a bit queasy. Should I be concerned?
Then, my mind begins frantically racing. I wonder if Reed is his first name or his last, or if it is really his name at all. After all, if he refused to provide his picture, he’s probably using a fake name too. Plus, Rose mentioned this is his first booking with her. But that doesn’t mean it’s his first booking ever. Does this guy get hookers all the time? Am I just the flavor of the week?
I try to forcibly stop myself from overthinking because none of the answers to these questions matter. But then again, if he’s an axe murderer, I’m going to have to plan my escape.
I look around the room, scoping the exits. Good, it looks like there are two nearby, and both are well-lit with green emergency signs. Then I scan the room again, but I don’t see anyone who matches Reed’s description. I check the time: 6:40. We’re supposed to be meeting at 6:45, so surely he will be arriving any minute now. Although I have to admit, a tiny part of me hopes he doesn’t show. I am incredibly anxious.