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by Ashlee Price


  “Are you coming with us?”

  “What time is it?” I looked over at the clock, answering the question for myself. I was becoming a vampire. Half of the day was already gone. I’d slept far later than I was used to, but I had to admit that I’d needed it.

  “Yeah, where are we going again?”

  Sasha smiled and pulled me from the bed. “It was your idea. You said you wanted to check the place out now that you have a little money in your pocket.”

  Her reminder pushed me back to the night before. Scott had not only gotten me off a couple of times, he’d paid me far better than I would have anticipated. There was a set price, but he’d paid ten times that much. I didn’t tell Sasha how much he’d paid me, but I knew that it was a good tip. I didn’t know if I was going to see him again, though, so I wasn’t going to say anything unless he became a regular. I really hoped that he did, because my time with Scott had been some of the most pleasurable in my life.

  Scott had set the bar too high. No one else was going to be like him, no one would care as much to please me in the way that he had. I knew that I’d lucked out with him, and if I could keep him, I wouldn’t think that the job at the club was so bad after all. If they could all be like him, I would never want to go anywhere else.

  “That’s right. Let me just take a shower and I’ll be ready in a minute.” I’d been looking forward to the tourism idea, but now I was just tired and sore. A hot shower seemed like it would be just the thing that I needed to perk me up.

  It was, and about fifteen minutes later I was true to my word and ready to leave. Kimmie and Sasha were dressed in black, and I felt a little out of place in a white dress. It was short and summery. I didn’t see the point in wearing such dreary clothes when we could wear something short because it was nice out. I was still trying to get over how pretty the weather was all of the time. It was almost perfect in New Orleans, almost.

  “You sure are in a good mood, Mariah. I thought you were going to be stressed out, but look at you. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you had a glow about you. I see that the new job is agreeing with you.”

  I gave Kimmie a look. I wasn’t sure if she was joking around or not, but I didn’t feel the way I’d thought I would about working at the club. I’d thought that I would feel dirty and wrong, but it actually felt good. Elie had been interesting, but with Scott, I’d been fully pleasured and I knew that I’d pleased him as well. There was something that I got from that. The fact that it was a stranger just made it a little naughtier and made the reward that much better.

  “I guess it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think Sasha was right when she said it will just get better and easier over time.”

  “It does, Mariah, but some days I don’t want to go in.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I really don’t like all of my clients. I’m sure that you’ll have some that you don’t like as well. Most of the people I work with are great and I enjoy my time with them, but others I just don’t mesh with.”

  “Then why do you still see them?” I was under the impression that I could turn down anyone I wanted to. If that wasn’t the case, I needed to know now. Elie had made a lot of promises, some of them seemingly too good to be true.

  “It’s just not that easy. I want to keep Elie’s clients happy, so I’ll see some that the other girls don’t want to. I’ll still get paid, but those are the days that I would like to stay home, when I have to deal with the rejects. They’re shunned by the other girls for a reason.”

  Of course, she probably felt some obligation because she was dating Elie. I wasn’t, so I figured that I wouldn’t have that problem. That fact made it easier to push it out of my mind because I knew that it wasn’t going to happen to me. Sasha did it because she wanted to make Elie happy, but his happiness wasn’t all that important to me.

  “I don’t know if I could do it with someone I didn’t want to. Elie said I didn’t have to.”

  Sasha’s face changed and she smiled a little to reassure me that she was sure that I wouldn’t have to.

  “You’re going to be busy enough that you’ll have to turn some of them down anyway. I can see now that you’re going to be ordered a lot.”

  I felt like a Happy Meal all of a sudden, and I wasn’t sure that I liked the feeling. Scott had been someone that I wanted to see again, but I had to prepare for the rest. They weren’t all going to be like him. Scott was special. I didn’t have to be there a long time to realize that.

  “Well, I don’t know about all of that, Sasha, but thank you for hooking me up with the job. I needed it, even though I was being a prude about it.”

  She said it was no problem, but I could tell that she liked the thank you. Sasha had done a lot for me since I got to New Orleans, not to mention everything before that when we all lived in Coloma. She was a good friend that I was lucky to have, and she’d really saved my ass with this job.

  “I’ve missed this, all of us together. Has anyone heard from Kallie?”

  Kimmie told me that she hadn’t, but she’d left a couple of messages with her parents for when they heard from her.

  “I hear she’s dating some guy and ran off with him to Arizona. You know how she is. I’m sure she’ll show up sooner or later with a whole lot of stories to tell us.”

  Sasha and Kimmie agreed, but I still wished that I could see her too. Having us all together made her absence a little more felt. I missed Kallie as much as I’d missed Sasha, and I hoped that she could find her way down here soon. It was time for all of the gang to get back together, even for just a little while for old time’s sake.

  I pushed the thoughts of Kallie and Scott from my head. Today was what there was to think about, and after last night I needed a good day. Spending the day with friends, seeing all that New Orleans had to offer, sounded like the kind of day to make it all go away for a while. I would have tomorrow to worry about everything; today I just needed to pretend that I wasn’t working where I was and the money in my pocket wasn’t payment for letting some man beat on me.

  ***

  The next day, Elie called me around noon and told me to be in for five. He didn’t say much about whom or what I was going to be doing, but I had my hopes about who I wanted it to be. I wanted more than anything for it to be Scott. I was ready for some more of his kind of play. I didn’t know if it would be him, but there was the hope that he would be my next client. Maybe he would like me so much that he wouldn’t want me to be with anyone else and would pay for me all of the time.

  That wasn’t reality, but it was sure nice to think about as I got ready for another night in the club. I stuck to the white, light dress that Elie had picked out for me. He’d told me that I would have to get my own soon, but if the client requested something particular, he was apt to get it for them to make sure that it was just what they wanted. Apparently he had a shopper who did those kinds of things for him. Her job sounded a lot better than mine right now.

  When I finally got to work, it was strange to be there in the daytime. It looked different than it did at night. The building seemed older than before now that I could see all of the cracks in the paint. There were no bright lights to keep my eyes away from what kind of a place it was. Even from the outside, it wasn’t a place that I would have wanted to go to a week ago. Things change, though, and I tried to look past all of that as I went through the blackout doors to my new life.

  The inside was as dark as always and it wasn’t any different than I remembered. I don’t know why, but that was a comfort for me, one that I had to hang on to. I was still nervous about who I was going to be working with today. I was going to have to talk to Elie about the amount of information I was given. If I was given more on the front end, I would be able to prepare myself better, especially as I got to know clients. Then I would know what they wanted me to wear, and then I would be able to mentally prepare myself more than I could now.

  But Elie wasn’t around long enough to talk b
efore the client was there and I was told to go wait in the 8th back room. I wasn’t tied down this time, and I was going to take that as a good sign. Scott had said something about not liking the work already done for him.

  I waited for a little while. It may have been only a couple of minutes, but it felt like it was forever. I wanted to see Scott again so badly, but it wasn’t Scott who walked through the door.

  “You look disappointed to see me, Mariah.”

  It was disconcerting to realize that he knew everything about me, but I didn’t know anything about him. “I’m not disappointed, sir. It’s our first time meeting. How could I be?”

  He chuckled a little, but I wasn’t getting the same kind of vibe off of him that I’d gotten off of Scott. The fear that I felt was not going away after meeting his gaze. There was certainly no skip of my heart when our eyes locked, not a good one anyway.

  The man in front of me was rather attractive. He was a little younger than Scott, it seemed like, but somehow he looked like he’d been around longer. I was sure that he didn’t take care of himself in the same way. His long brown hair was a little unkempt and his dark black eyes twinkled as he came near me. None of that was the problem. It was the malicious smile that I saw on his face that bothered me the most. Something was off about this man, and I could feel it deep in my bones.

  “It’s good to meet you, Mariah. I’ve waited several days for a taste of you, and I don’t think that I’m going to be disappointed. My name is Travis, and I have a feeling that we’re going to see a lot more of each other.”

  “Yes, sir.” What else could I say?

  Chapter 8 – Elie

  The phone was ringing off of the hook and almost every call was for one girl. Mariah was becoming more popular than even I’d thought she would be. It was a testament to a good profile, but I knew that it was her look and innocence that made her so popular. I was still tempted to try her again, but by now I was more worried about the percentage I made off of her than anything else. After a couple of weeks of her being here, I already had several men who wanted her all to themselves and were willing to pay top dollar for the pleasure.

  Scott Bahar had come up to me after his second time with her and wanted to talk about getting exclusive. I didn’t even know how that would work. Would I just charge him a flat rate? It was something that he was supposed to discuss with Mariah, but it seemed like he didn’t want to mess things up after being my client for so many years. After he got bored with the young blonde, he would be back.

  I told him that that wasn’t how it worked, so he settled for booking her a couple of times a week for the next month, which was the most I would allow him to. It was more often than he usually came, and I knew that it was because of Mariah. There was something special about her. I’d been in this business a long time, and even I could feel the draw to her, knowing what she was deep down.

  Watching her with other men was satisfying, even if it wasn’t all that I wanted to do to her. I got to watch others pleasure her in ways that I hadn’t thought possible. It was a bit more than I could handle, and after a couple of weeks of watching her, I was beginning to think that it was time for me to have another turn. This time, though, I wanted to see if she was ready to go to the next level. I ran a fetish shop, but there were baser needs that men wanted to satisfy with her.

  When I got her on the phone, I pushed all of those thoughts away and got down to business. “Hey, Mariah, how are you doing today?”

  “Pretty good. I thought I didn’t have any clients tonight? You told me yesterday that I would have the night off.”

  “You do, Mariah, unless you want to make some fast money. I’ve got a client who would like to see you if you’re available.”

  “Who?”

  I wasn’t going to tell her that it was me. “He doesn’t want to be named. He’s a little different than what you’re used to, the openness you’re used to with the clients you have now. This one wouldn’t say a word and would keep you blindfolded the whole time.”

  Her second question was one that I was debating. “How much?”

  I wanted to give her enough that she would do it, but not more than I had to. What was a night here worth to her?

  “A grand for an hour?”

  That was a high price, but one that I was willing to pay if I didn’t have to cut into her other days of profit. I wanted her for a little while, but she was worth more to me naked and tied up for someone else. This was just an indulgence. That was all this was. I wasn’t going to make a habit out of it.

  “Okay, Elie. What time did you want me in?”

  “As soon as you can, Mariah. I don’t want to wait.”

  I realized my mistake, but I didn’t try to explain it away. I would just put my foot in my mouth even more, so I wasn’t even going to attempt it. Instead I told her I would see her in a little while. Then my mouth went dry thinking about what I could do to her in an hour. The temptation was always there to just take what I wanted. But that would lead to many problems, and it wasn’t the way I wanted things to go. I needed Mariah to want me like I wanted her.

  Now it was time to prepare. I went to the back room and made sure that all of the cameras were on and everything that I was going to need was out. The hardest part was going to be not giving myself away. I was sure that Mariah had picked up a few things when she’d gone through training with me. That was the way it was for submissives, and I didn’t know what my tells were to avoid them.

  When Cathy told me that Mariah was in the front, I instructed her to put her in the back room that I’d prepared for her. I got in there a few minutes later, and Mariah looked a little surprised that it was me there.

  “I didn’t know that this was another training session, Elie. Do I need improvement? Because it seems like the clients are very satisfied when they leave.”

  “Oh, they are, Mariah. I’ve heard nothing but great things about you. It makes more men want to have a try, and this guy wants you bound up and ready to go when he gets here. We only have a few moments, so why don’t you take off your clothes and I’ll put you on the wall?”

  I said it so casually, like it was no big deal, and to Mariah, it already wasn’t. She had adapted very quickly to this life, almost like she was born for it.

  “Okay. So this is a new guy?”

  I told her that it was and asked her if she was nervous.

  “Not really, Elie. I feel safe here, so I guess I don’t worry about it too much. I would like to get to just a couple of regulars, but I know that’s still a ways off.”

  She was starting to take her clothes off, and even though I was supposed to be paying attention to everything else, I couldn’t take my eyes off of the large rack in front of me. It was the first thing that I’d noticed about her, and when her tits were bare, it was hard for me to breathe. I just wanted to push my face into them and never come out.

  I was staring, but if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that Mariah was getting excited too. She seemed to move in a way that invited my looks. I couldn’t keep my gaze away, and I wanted to believe that it was what she wanted. I had to believe that or I might go crazy.

  “Are you ready for me to put you on the wall now, Mariah?”

  Mariah looked up at the shackles that were already in place and kind of shrugged. “It’s just as well. At least the wall keeps my circulation going. That bed can be hard on your arms and legs sometimes.”

  I nodded my head like I knew, but I really had no idea. I’d never been on the receiving end of domination. Once when I was younger I’d had a woman try, but I just couldn’t. I would never know what she felt when she was tied up and at the mercy of strangers.

  “Do you like it here?” Why was I asking? Was it because I cared?

  “I like it here most days. I make enough that the days I don’t like it, it goes by quickly and I just think of what I’m going to do when I’m done.”

  I wanted to ask her more, but the time was ticking and the naked woman
was secured onto the wall. She was perfect. All I had to do now was blindfold her. Then I could have some play time with her and no one would have to know. I was still dating her friend Sasha, but I would have traded her in if I thought that Mariah would be okay with it. She wouldn’t be, yet, but I would do whatever needed to be done to get her to agree. I wished that she had a habit or something that would get her more subservient to me off the clock. If she did, I hadn’t figured out what it was yet.

  Leaving her there, I waited a little while until I was sure that she would think that her new client was there. I walked into the room ever so quietly and stood there staring at her for what seemed like forever. It felt like I must have wasted half of the hour doing that before I could even move another inch.

  Her milky white skin had a little color where she’d been out in the sun, but it wasn’t much and it only increased the number of cute little freckles she had on her chest and shoulders. Her tits were jiggling slightly with every breath that she took. She really was a sight to see, and I took several pictures on my phone for later. Mariah’s body was burned into my mind, so I kept them just in case. I never wanted to forget the way she looked right now.

  The need to speak was hard to fight against. I wanted to make her do things, things that I knew she would enjoy, but instead I was left to give her what I thought she wanted. I’d watched Mariah with Scott and saw that he’d pleasured her fully. It was something that I hadn’t done, but I’d seen my mistake. My mistake had been that I spent too much time on her pleasure center when she really just wanted pain. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again. I knew what she wanted now, and I had every intention of giving it to her just the way she liked it.

  ***

  “Thank you, sir.”

  I walked out, my whole body tingling with thoughts and needs that were still unfulfilled. I was starting to really understand why Mariah was so addictive. As soon as I was done with her, I was ready for more. It was the type of need that filled me up inside, and I couldn’t help but feel it.

 

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