Sins & Mistrust

by Lucero, Isabel

  Date: Tue, 10 May 2013 20:50:13

  My place. I have no doubts you remember which room. I look forward to seeing you, Marc.

  xo – Thalia

  The smile that flickers across my face isn’t the only thing that surprises me. It’s feeling so overwhelmingly eager about this meeting with Nathalia that catches me the most off guard.

  I can only hope she truly is ready for me.

  The rest of the week passes fairly slowly and Nathalia and I exchange a few friendly emails within that time. A few appointments during the week kept me busy, but the appointment I had today took the cake. I shiver at the thought of cake. A woman with a sploshing fetish is something very new to me, and if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t enjoy it. Then again, it wasn’t for me to enjoy. As long as she did, then my job is done.

  After that appointment, I was quick to rush home and get in the shower. I have to pick up the new guy, Kade tonight and take him to meet the rest of the guys. I already feel bad for him because I know they’re gonna give him a hard time.

  Around ten, I go pick up Kade from his apartment, knowing it’ll probably take a half hour to get to the strip club that Nico wanted to meet up at. When the cab pulls up in front of his place, I shoot him a text to let him know I’m outside, and about five minutes later a young guy with a buzzed head walks out. He has one hand in his pocket, and the other hand rubs the top of his head in what seems to be a nervous gesture.

  I open the door and walk around to greet him.

  “Hey, man. I’m Marc,” I say, extending my hand to him.

  “Hey. Kade,” he says in response with a small smile.

  “Well, climb in. We’re heading to a strip club.”

  After we’re both settled in the backseat of the cab, the driver pulls off and heads in the direction of the club.

  “Are you new to Vegas or are you from here?” I ask him.

  “I’ve lived here for a while, but I was born in California.”

  “Oh, okay. So you know your way around, then. That’s good.”

  Kade nods his head. “So, how are the other guys? Are they cool?”

  I laugh. “Are you nervous?”

  He shrugs in response. “Just want to know what I’m walking into.”

  “They’re good guys, don’t worry about it. So, are you ready for what this job entails?”

  A smile plays on his lips. “I think so.”

  “Oh. You aren’t ready,” I say with a laugh. “Hopefully your first one won’t be so bad. Nico’s first day was horrible. Don’t let him lie to you about it, because he will, but it was bad.”

  Kade finally starts loosening up. He shifts in his seat to face me. “What happened?” he asks with excitement.

  “Let’s just say nerves got the best of our friend Nico that night,” I say with a laugh.

  His eyes go wide. “Like, he couldn’t…”

  I shake my head and laugh. “I’m not saying anything else.”

  The rest of the cab ride goes smoothly. Kade seems like a nice guy, and I’m sure he’ll open up more once he gets to know all of us.

  It’s a little after ten-thirty when we pull up to The Horse. Nico and Troy are both inside waiting for us.

  “So, you’re about to meet Nico and Troy,” I say as we walk to the door. “Nico is more your age and he’s a little wild, but he’s always fun to be around. Troy will look intimidating, but I promise he’s got a good heart. Jace might be meeting up with us later. He had an appointment tonight.”

  “Alright,” he says with a firm nod.

  We maneuver through the people and are surprisingly missed by the strippers who are quick to ask if you want to buy them a drink. After looking around for a few, I spot Troy sitting at a table with a waitress sitting on his lap, while Nico is fully engrossed in what a dancer is doing.

  “Hey, gentleman,” I announce when I reach the table.

  Troy turns around with a big smile on his face, put there by the woman on his lap, I’m sure.

  “Marc! How you doin’, my man?” he asks.

  “Good, good,” I answer, giving him a slap on the back before I take a seat next to him.

  “This is Kade, Kade this is Troy.”

  Kade leans forward and extends his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

  Troy looks him up and down and laughs. “Gonna have to loosen you up a little bit.” He then turns around and winks at me before turning towards Kade again. “Yeah, man. It’s nice to meet you, too,” he says, shaking his hand. “Now sit your ass down and let’s get you a drink.”

  “Oh, okay,” Kade responds a little nervously.

  “Do you think you can get our boy here a drink, beautiful?” Troy asks the waitress still on his lap.

  “Of course,” she replies with a smile before standing up. “What can I get for ya, darling?” she asks Kade.

  “Um. I’ll just take a beer. Doesn’t matter what kind.”

  “That’s not a drink,” Troy bellows, shaking his head. “Get him a Crown and Coke, baby.”

  “Come on, Troy. You don’t know if he can handle liquor,” I say.

  “He’ll be a'ight. Won’t you, Kade?”

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” he says.

  Troy leans in close to me. “You know I gotta give him a hard time. I’ll have her bring him a beer later.” He leans forward in his chair. “Yo, Nico!”

  Nico finally turns around and notices us at the table. He walks towards us with a goofy grin on his face.

  “Man, did y’all see what she was doing? Ooh wee!” Taking a seat at the table, he turns to his left and notices Kade. “Who’s this?” he asks, pointing at Kade.

  “This is Kade. The new guy,” I say.

  Nico gives him a once over. “Wanna come to the stage with me?”

  “Sure,” Kade replies with a shrug.

  After they leave, Troy and I lean back in our chairs. “They’re gonna be best friends. Watch.”

  I laugh. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

  “So, what’s been up, man?” Troy asks, turning to face me.

  “Same shit, different day.”

  “I hear ya.”

  “I have a new client, though. She’s shaking things up a bit.”

  “How so?”

  “Well, she asks about my other clients and appointments. She doesn’t seem to be bothered by what I do, or if I have an appointment before an appointment with her. It’s just different. She also said she wants to see more of me. Non-escort me. She wants our next appointment to be about what I like to do.”

  “Damn. That is different. Not necessarily bad different, though.”

  “No, not bad.”

  “Is she fine?” he asks with a smirk.

  “She’s gorgeous,” I reply with a laugh.

  “Well, sounds like you lucked out.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Why maybe? She doesn’t care that you are paid to have sex with other women. You get to have sex the way you want to. You ain’t gotta worry about being someone else’s fantasy. Live out your own.”

  “What if she doesn’t like what I like?”

  Troy takes a drink and then turns and gives me a funny look. “Why? You got some strange fantasies? You got some weird fetish I don’t know about?” he says with a laugh.

  “Oh God!” I exclaim. “Speaking of fetishes, you’ll never guess what I had to do earlier,” I say, effectively changing directions of our conversation.

  Nico and Kade are walking back to the table as I tell my story, and the rest of the night goes off without a hitch. Jace stops by and fucks with Kade a little bit before he and I decide to leave. After the cab drops Jace off at his place, I settle in for a fairly long cab ride back home, and think about how tomorrow is going to go.

  “Are we done for now, Papa?” I ask my father.

  “Yes, honey. Thank you for sitting in. I’ll speak with you later,” he responds before kissing both of my cheeks and turning his attention to his phone.

  “Okay. I love yo
u.”

  “I love you, too.”

  My heels click on the tiled floor of the lobby as I make my way from the conference room and to what I guess is my apartment. When I close the door behind me, I slip my shoes off and leave them near the door. Making my way to the kitchen, I pour myself a generous glass of wine and take a seat on my couch, massaging my aching feet.

  Tonight is my date with Marc and I’ve been staring at the clocks all day in anticipation. Something about Marc intrigues me. His looks are jaw-dropping, but it’s obvious he’s hiding something underneath his perfect appearance.

  When I came to the decision that I was going to hire an escort, I knew it was going to be for more than one time, and I knew exactly what I was looking for. However, the men and their short bios on the website didn’t give me near enough information. Marc’s bio, although brief itself, still intrigued me the most.

  The pictures I was able to browse through showed me a man who was good-looking and in shape, but it was his baby blue eyes that called to me. Something in those eyes told me there was much more to him than he wanted people to know. Maybe I recognized the look because I’ve seen it so often in my own eyes.

  I’ve spent plenty of years trying to figure out who I am, what I like and what I don’t like. I think my problem was worrying too much about what other people think. One day I woke up and thought, fuck what other people think. I’ve never looked back.

  Confidence, to me, is the sexiest trait somebody could have. If you aren’t confident in who you truly are, you need to figure out how to be, because only then will you be completely happy.

  My phone begins vibrating on the table next to me. When I turn my head to look at the name flashing across the screen, I’m not too surprised to see Lincoln’s name there.

  “Bonjour, Lincoln.”

  “I love it when you speak French,” he replies in a husky tone.

  “How are you, Lincoln?”

  “I’m well. How have you been?”

  “I’ve been good, just a little busy.”

  “Well, let me take you out to dinner tonight.”

  “I have plans tonight, Lincoln. I’m sorry.”

  “Oh, well, how about tomorrow night?” he asks, unperturbed.

  “I also have plans for tomorrow night.”

  “Hmm,” he grunts. “Is this new guy the one taking up all of your time?”

  “I’m not really sure why that’s any of your business.”

  “You know why.”

  “Lincoln, we’ve discussed this before. Any reason why we aren’t anything is because of you.”

  “But that could be changing now, don’t you think?”

  “I don’t know yet.”

  “Nathalia, you know I want you, and I know you want me too.”

  “We’ve tried.” I rub my hand across my forehead.

  “We only tried once and it didn’t work out because we didn’t agree on…”

  “I know why it didn’t work!” I snap, cutting him off.

  “I think we can both agree now, though.”

  I can almost hear him smile through the phone.

  “I think we both know it takes more than just us to agree,” I say in a soft tone.

  “I do,” he states firmly.

  There’s a brief moment of silence as we both wait for the other to say something.

  “I have to go, Lincoln.”

  “I expect to hear from you later.”

  “Don’t expect to hear what you want to hear.”

  His deep laugh rumbles through the phone. “Oh, Nathalia. I always hear what I want to hear. Sometimes it just takes longer than I’d like it to. This will work, my darling. Just you wait and see. When it does happen, both of our fantasies will become reality. Isn’t that what you want?”

  I take a deep breath and blow it out loudly. “You know it is.”

  “Good. I’ll speak to you soon. Enjoy your evening.”

  He hangs up before I can respond.

  Mine and Lincoln’s relationship has always been a complicated one. We met a couple years ago and over time became friends. One night we were both out with some mutual friends, but then we were left alone when everyone decided to head home. We had both been drinking, so we were overly flirtatious and affectionate as we danced together.

  There’s no doubt that Lincoln reeks of sex appeal. He’s the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. His tanned skin is flawless, and his dark hair is almost never out of place. He wears a suit like nobody’s business, and underneath those expensive suits is a rock hard body, thanks to his regular nights at the gym.

  That night, we both opened up about our sexual fantasies thanks to a risky game of truth or dare between just the two of us. I was reluctant to admit my desires, but Lincoln was quick to put me at ease when he announced his first.

  Lincoln is bisexual and he isn’t ashamed or embarrassed to talk about his need to be with both men and women. After his confession, I felt more compelled to tell him my ultimate fantasy and less embarrassed to do so.

  I told him about my yearning to be with two men at the same time. If he was surprised by that, he didn’t show it. Too nervous to admit any other desires, I left it there. We both continued flirting with each other, and that progressed to talking about our desire to be together, but with another man. We would see a man at the bar and he’d say things like, “Do you want to suck his dick while I fuck you from behind?”

  We didn’t approach anybody about our threesome fantasy that night. In the cab ride home, we kissed and felt each other up a little, but the thing with Lincoln is, he won’t be with a woman if there isn’t another man involved. That’s the thing that has screwed up anything we could have had. While I desire to be with two men at once, I’m capable of being with only one. Lincoln is just different that way.

  He has tried to introduce me to men that he knows are also bisexual, but I’ve never been sexually attracted to those guys. There was one that was good-looking, but he was mind-numbingly boring to talk to, and call me picky, but I won’t fuck a guy I can’t have a conversation with.

  Any man I’ve been with is only interested in threesomes with other women, and there’s only been two men in the past few years.

  Glancing up at the clock, I realize time got away from me. I only have an hour and half before Marc is due here. Jumping up from the couch, I rush to the bathroom and take a shower, and then try to decide what I want to be wearing.

  I end up going with a black silk camisole top and shorts to match. It’s sexy, but not in an overtly slutty way. I have no idea what Marc has planned, so I’m unsure of what to be prepared for.

  After blow drying my hair and putting on some light makeup, I put some wine out, and light some candles throughout the living room and kitchen area.

  Minutes later there’s a light knock on the door. My heart rate picks up and I quickly make my way to the door. A peek through the peephole confirms that it’s Marc.

  Swinging the door open slowly, I watch as his eyes slowly travel up my body. He steps in without saying a word, forcing me to take a few steps back. He closes the door without looking behind him, and looks me up and down one more time with a look I’ve never seen on him before.

  I swallow hard and lick my lips, waiting for him to say something. He doesn’t. What he does do is take the wine glass I’m still clutching in my hand and drink the rest of it. After he places it on the table nearby, he strides towards me and pulls me into him.

  “You ready?” he asks in a quiet tone.

  I can only nod in response, my voice caught in my throat.

  Suddenly I’m being held captive between the wall and his body. His arms form a barrier on each side of me and his mouth descends onto mine. His warm tongue darts out and dances across my lips, causing them to part. After a few strokes of his tongue on my own, his hand grips a chunk of my hair at the base of my neck and he pulls. Ever so slowly he grazes my neck with his lips until his mouth is at my ear.

  “Turn around,” he dema
nds.

  I obey quickly and find myself looking at our reflection. He’s positioned us in front of the large mirror that hangs on my wall. When I bring my eyes to his, he gives me a roguish smirk.

  “I know you’re a fan of mirrors,” he states.

  I give him a small grin and then he’s pulling my shorts down my legs. Once I’ve stepped out of them, he lifts my top off of me. Raising my arms to help him out, our eyes stay glued to each other in the reflection. I’m wearing no underwear underneath the pajamas, so I’m now completely naked, and his eyes roam over my body in the mirror.

  I can’t help but notice he’s made no move to remove his clothing. He’s still fully dressed in a pair of black slacks, a blue button up shirt, and a tie.

  As if he could read my mind, he begins loosening his tie, and once he pulls it over his head, he slips it over mine.

  “We’re going to be using this later,” he says, tightening it up just a bit and leaving it to rest between my breasts.

  He removes his shirt and it joins my clothes on the floor. I’m finally able to admire his impeccable torso.

  Marc brings my hands to the mirror, palms flat against the surface. He lets his finger trail my spine until he reaches the top of my ass. Goosebumps cover my body, waiting for what’s going to happen next.

  As I watch him in the reflection, he pulls a condom from his pocket and then removes his pants. It takes a few torturous minutes for him to undress completely and sheath himself with the condom.

  “Spread your legs,” he states firmly.

  I do as he says and he pushes on my back, causing me to bend over at the waist. His fingers slide over my pussy, and he groans when he finds how wet I am.

  Suddenly, his hands are gripping my waist firmly and he thrusts into me hard and deep. I scream out in surprise and then notice the fire in his eyes as he watches my reaction in the mirror.

  He drives into me again, harder, and I have to use my arm strength to keep myself from slamming my head into the glass. Marc continues to fuck me mercilessly. He’s rough, pulling on my hair, slapping my ass, and squeezing my thighs as he delves deeper into my pussy.

  Watching the desire in his face along with hearing his grunts of pleasure turn me on even more. I’m moaning and yelling out in bliss as he continues to pound into me. My arms get weak and I fall into the mirror when he plunges deeper inside of me.