I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series)

by Jessica Holly

  Anton just looked her up and down, and when he took note of her skimpy pj's he smirked.

  “You alright?” Anton said.

  Sasha gasped, wanting to cover herself up. “Uh... yeah, I was just...”

  “I bet you were...” Anton said, dropping his keys on the kitchen counter, dismissing her explanation.

  “Hey, so...” Sasha started to say, following him in the kitchen, “you’ve got to go.”

  “What?” Anton said, scrunching his eyebrows together, “Why?”

  “Uh...” Sasha looked in the kitchen as if searching for inspiration, when she saw the cockroach scurrying across the counter. She hated those things so fucking much. They were so ... then it hit her. They gave her the perfect excuse. “The exterminators are on their way. They’ll be here in like three minutes.”

  “The exterminators? I didn’t know we had an appointment with...”

  “Well, we do and you have to go. That stuff is deadly.”

  “Well, how long is it going to take? My show’s going to start in like 45 minutes.” Anton was so concerned about Game of Thrones that he had forgotten to ask how Sasha could afford an exterminator.

  “Well, you’ll have to watch it somewhere else, Anton. Do you want to end up dead?” Sasha responded, not knowing what else to say, and hoping the desperation on her face to get rid of Anton wasn’t so transparent.

  Anton looked at her, reaching for the dry bowl of stale popcorn on the counter and stuffed a bunch of it in his mouth. That’s disgusting, Sasha thought. That was probably exactly what attracted the bugs in the first place. Anton looked Sasha over as if studying her, reading her, seeing through her. A roach scurried out of the bowl.

  It was making Sasha nervous, and as she glanced over to the clock ticking on the wall, it was taking way too long as well.

  There was silence, just the ticking of the clock and the crunching of the stale popcorn in Anton’s crooked tooth mouth.

  “I don’t believe you,” Anton said, exiting the kitchen.

  “What do you mean?” Sasha said, following him out as he grabbed his keys.

  “I can’t believe you would tell me this at the very last minute. 45 minutes before my show. When are you leaving?”

  Sasha swallowed with relief. She thought Anton had meant something else.

  “Oh, soon. Right after you. I just need to grab a few things.”

  “Where are you going to go?” Anton asked.

  “Just around. Take a walk or something.”

  “Well, I’m going to the casino to watch it. One of my co-workers will let me sneak into the admin office for an hour or so,” he said, turning the door knob.

  “Well, honestly, you might not want to come back for a good... I don’t know 3-4 hours. You know how toxic that stuff can be.”

  Anton sighed, “Yeah. Next time, let me know. I don’t like driving all this way just to have to drive all the way back. We need every penny we can get. Speaking of which, how’s the rent money coming along? You get that raise you were talking about?”

  Sasha swallowed hard, “Uh... yeah, it’s great. I’ll definitely have the money to you on time.”

  “Good. See ya,” he said, slamming the door behind him.

  Sasha took a deep breath. She had maybe seven minutes to take a shower, clean up, and get ready for her first client.

  Just in case, she locked and chained the door after Anton left.

  CHAPTER 11

  Sasha had never taken a shower so quickly. She must have lathered herself a good seven times though. She wanted to make sure she smelled great. She was wrapped in nothing but her towel and was combing her hair, when there was a knock at the door.

  “Well, here goes nothing,” she said, under her breath. She tightened the towel around her curving form and slowly padded to the door. She wanted to build the client’s suspense, but she was also trying to gather her nerve. She decided that the best thing to do was to project confidence as if she’d done this before a million times. God, just don’t let anybody recognize me, she prayed quickly.

  “Hello,” she heard herself say, a richer tone as if she were a sex machine. Sasha opened the door.

  In front of her was a tall strapping football player, looking stud with blonde hair. He stepped in and looked around as if he was casing the place. The stud had thick shoulders upon which his blonde hair rested. It was swept back from his forehead. He had deep green eyes that were alive and alert.

  He looked a little familiar, but Sasha couldn’t pinpoint from exactly where, so she thought she must be imagining things.

  “Hey, what’s up? So, how do we do this?” he asked, very matter-of-fact.

  “Can I take your jacket?” Sasha asked, trying to prolong the moment. The guy handed it to her and kept looking around the place as if he was being given a grand tour. “Cool place you’ve got, lady. You living with somebody? You do a lot of people here?” he asked. One too many questions for Sasha’s tastes.

  “Actually, I just began my... practice here recently.”

  “Oh...okay, cool so...when do we get started?” he asked. He seemed just a little bit nervous, like maybe this was his first time doing something like this. His nerves put Sasha more at ease. He was a good looking man, that was for sure. At least 6’3, well-built, with green eyes that maybe projected more confidence than he really had. Sasha noticed the tip of a tattoo peeking up over the collar of his shirt. It looked like some kind of symbol: like it was tribal or military.

  “Right this way, come on into my... office,” Sasha half joked, leading him into the bedroom. The stud chomped on his gum and Sasha knew that was going to drive him crazy, so she held out her hand. “Want me to take that gum for you?”

  “Oh, yeah,” he said, looking around the room and plopping the chewed piece in her hand. “Thanks.”

  Sasha tossed it in the bathroom waste paper basket and washed and dried her hands.

  While still in the bathroom, she said, “So, lie on the bed face down and I’ll...” but Sasha stopped mid-sentence as she stepped back into the bedroom. Not only was the stud lying on his bed already completely naked, but he had a huge erection, his cock sticking straight up in the air. It was a dark pink that stood in sharp contrast to his pale skin.

  Sasha swallowed hard as she made her way around the bed, pulling out the baby oil from her nightstand. She hadn’t had time to put it up since Tony’s visit. “So, do you like more of a Swedish relaxing massage or a deep tissue massage?” she asked. She doubted that this guy neither knew the difference nor would he care.

  “Whatever lady, I’m just fucking horny.” He licked and bit his lips, looking at Sasha as if she were a piece of meat that he wanted to chow into.

  Sasha took a deep audible breath and got into character. Nervous as she was, she tried to pretend that she wasn’t, and to project confidence.

  “Mmmm...” she said, as she climbed on the bed and crawled over to him like a cat. She allowed her hands to start at his crotch and flow from his groin up his strong ripped abs and built chest, resting on his nipples.

  “Now, just so we’re on the same page. You know this is only a massage, right? We don’t go any further than that.”

  “Yeah, whatever you say, baby,” the stud said, biting his lip again in anticipation.

  Sasha had to admit, the guy was turning her on, but she wasn’t going to go there. She wasn’t going to go any further than a massage. She’d already promised herself that. She was only going to sell her therapist talents, not her body. She gave the stud a sexy smile, “So... what’s your name?”

  “Does it matter?” he asked.

  Sasha was a little taken back by the response. “I guess not, it’s just that I just...”

  “Just want to know whose name you’ll be calling out later on?” he suggested, blushing with his straightforwardness.

  Sasha chuckled, “You’re a bad boy.”

  “You have no idea ...” he said, “just call me Brad.”

  With that, she put he
r delicate hands at the top of Brad’s shoulders and let them slide across his chest and abs down to his pelvis. Her hands paused there.

  “Now, now... no touching...” Sasha scolded, even though it sounded like she wanted more.

  “Whatever you say, baby,” Brad said, giving her a wink and moving his hands up again.

  “And you can call me Tracy, or Trace,” Sasha said.

  “All right, Trace, I like that. Go ahead...I’ll be a good boy. Or at least I’ll try,” he said, closing his eyes and allowing Sasha to circle around his nipples, lightly at first, then more intensely.

  “Oh, fuck...” Brad said, his lips parting in ecstasy. His response was turning Sasha on even more. She loved the feel of power she had with her hands, and she then worked their magic from his sides to every ridge of his abs down to his crotch.

  That massive cock of his was throbbing up and down as if beckoning her, teasing her to taste it, even just a little bit, and although Sasha was tempted, very tempted in fact, she resisted. After all, she had a better idea. She wanted to leave her client with blue balls. She wanted to drive this man so insane that he would be wishing for it. So she moved her lips close to his testicles and sniffed audibly.

  “Oh, yeah baby,” Brad said. “Do me.”

  “Mmmm...” Sasha hummed, then she blew on his balls gently. Sasha’s lips came so close to his long schlong that his mushroom head almost touched her lips. Tempting, but she wasn’t going to go there. She needed to make this event last a little longer, especially if Sasha was going to get paid $200 for it.

  Sasha gripped Brad’s side and turned him over onto his stomach. Getting up and going to the bathroom quickly, she came back with a hand towel. Sasha laid the towel across Brad’s ass so that they were completely covered. She planned to tease Brad under the towel before really pleasing him.

  Brad was panting from anticipation. He was so excited and Sasha had to admit, it was such a turn on. She took the baby oil in her hand, and she poured it out onto Brad’s back. Brad arched under the cold oil, but settled back down as Sasha started rubbing it in. Sasha started with the left shoulder, then moved to the right, kneading as she went. Brad moaned in delight. Tension slipped out of his shoulders under Sasha’s grip. She did this some more, going all the way down Brad’s back, twisting her fingers and palms different ways to cause different sensations. Brad enjoyed it the most when Sasha ran her fingernails across his back. The sensation caused the little hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight up.

  Now it was time to play with his ass. Sasha had been sitting on the side of Brad so that their bodies weren’t touching. Now she climbed behind Brad and sat on the top of Brad’s thighs and started massaging right under his rump. Brad moaned even louder and stained the sheets with pre-cum. Sliding her hands under the towel caused Brad to tighten his cheeks. He was gasping in excitement.

  Sasha suddenly stopped, and that caused Brad to look back in confusion. Grinning down at her client, she explained, “I like to use a special oil for certain areas.” She reached across Brad and dug in her night stand drawer a little more. Sh came out with a bottle of Lightning Sensations massage oil. It gave the recipient a cooling and tingling feeling on top of the smooth texture of regular oil. Sasha had picked up a few special things with Tony’s money.

  Sasha poured the oil slowly down Brad’s crack. Brad tried to jump up from the sharp sensation, but Sasha planted her legs and firmly held him down. “For that,” Sasha admonished, I’m going to have to do this.” Sasha gave Brad a sharp slap on the ass. His cheek flinched up, but from his moan, Sasha knew he loved it. “Another one,” Sasha said, as she slapped the other cheek with her open palm. She went back and forth until Brad’s ass had gone from pale to scarlet. The feeling was clearly getting Brad off. Sasha massaged the cheeks she had slapped.

  Brad was trying to turn over, as he wanted the same treatment on his front side, so Sasha let him. She relished the power she had over this man. She could tell him to do anything, and she was sure Brad would do it.

  Gripping his dick, she let the long string of oil pour and drip all over Brad’s cock and balls. Brad convulsed at the sensation. A smirk spread across Sasha’s face. Her hand slid from the base of Brad’s balls up the stem of his cock and gripped it, her thumb gliding and sliding around the head.

  “Oh, yeah,” Brad said.

  Sasha gripped his cock tighter, then let her hand slide up and down it. God, it was long; up and down, up and down, at first slowly and firmly, but then tighter and quicker, so tight, so quick that Brad arched his back.

  “Oh, fuck...oh, fuck!!” Brad said. Sasha stopped suddenly to keep Brad from cumming too quickly.

  “Brad, how do you feel about toys?” Brad’s eyes were glazed over and he could only moan his ascent. Sasha leaned across him again and pulled binding tape and a butt plug out of the drawer. It was big and stout, with a wide base that tapered down to this tip. Sasha stepped off the bed so that she could bind Brad’s hands to the headboard before he could see the plug. Brad laid there while he was tied up, content to be pleased any way Sasha chose. When Brad saw the plug, his eyes went wide with alarm. It was clear he wasn’t convinced it would fit.

  Sasha didn’t let him disagree, though. She held the tip up to Brad’s lips and told him, “Suck the whole thing. That’s right, lather it up. The more you do, the less it’ll hurt.” Brad licked fervently, as he was afraid of getting hurt.

  Sasha took it away and moved back down to his ass. She bent Brad’s legs and held them up in the air. “Now, keep your legs like that,” she instructed. Brad did as he was told. His cheeks were clenched tightly. Sasha had to massage his hole before Brad would loosen up enough to allow the plug to pass. Finally, Sasha got the toy past his sphincter and plunged it in deeper. Brad’s legs and torso twisted, threatening to rip the plug out of Sasha’s hands. Sasha had to tower over Brad and hold him down by his hips to keep him from moving. Brad moaned and writhed with pleasure. His eyes rolled back and he begged Sasha to thrust harder.

  Sasha pushed the plug in and out, harder, faster...harder, faster! She took a hold of Brad’s shaft and started to jerk it to the same rhythm until finally...

  Brad shot, Sasha swore to God, all the way up to the ceiling, landing all over his belly and dripping down Sasha’s hand like a melted ice cream cone.

  Brad let out a groan so loud it vibrated within the entire room, but it was so fucking hot. It took awhile for Brad to catch his breath. Sasha was turned on by the experience. She had to keep herself from breaking her own rules and doing more than just the massage. She wiped her hand on the towel and watched Brad’s stomach and lungs rise and fall.

  “You all right?” Sasha asked, as she saw Brad slowly loosen his grip on the sheets.

  “Yeah, I...yeah...damn.” Brad responded.

  Sasha smiled. She pulled out the plug and went to clean it off. Just like that, Brad got up, grabbed the towel from Sasha and wiped himself. He put his pants on, didn’t even worry about his underwear, and put his shirt on too.

  “That was great, lady,” he said, reaching into his pocket, “Two hundred, right?”

  “Yeah,” Sasha said, still feeling a little funny asking for it.

  Brad handed him a wad of cash that Sasha thumbed through. It was easily at least $300. “A little extra,” Brad explained, patting the door frame on the way out. Sasha followed him.

  “Thanks, man,” Sasha said, putting it in her pocket, acting like it was no big deal when she was jumping up and down inside. She could hear the gentle beep of her laptop, and knew it was more private messages from potential clients.

  “You’re way fucking better than my wife,” Brad said, putting his hand on the door knob. The thought kind of turned Sasha’s stomach. It’s one thing to do single guys , but if they were married...it just seemed so wrong. Why weren’t they just honest with their wives? She decided to imagine that they were honest with their wives and that it was an understanding: that was the only way she’d be able to get throu
gh it without feeling badly.

  “See ya, babe,” Brad said, starting to leave. “Hey, you free next Wednesday about this time? I drop my kid off at peewee practice, then I’m free for the rest of the afternoon.”

  Sasha balked, but Brad had just turned his head so he didn’t notice. “Um...yeah, I think. Let me check,” Sasha stuttered. Brad was one of the kid’s dads! Maybe not a kid from her class, but definitely a kid from her school.

  “Good, let me know, okay? I had fun.” Brad answered.

  Sasha waited until she heard him walk down the steps, then jumped up and did a little happy dance. “Yes!” she said.

  CHAPTER 11

  Sometimes Sasha’s students said the funniest things. Often times, she found herself rolling on the floor laughing so hard, she thought she’d split her sides. But other times, they’d say the most profound things. Out of the mouth of babes, after all... Sasha watched the kids during play time. Some were building with blocks, others were running around in circles playing tag, some were drawing.

  She wondered about their futures. Many of them had a lot going against them: growing up in this neighborhood in an arguably sub-par school, and she shuddered to think they’d ever have to make a decision like she had just made the day before.

  Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good, she thought to herself: at least that’s how she justified it. What did this mean? That she was accepting money, good money at that, for giving nude erotic massages? Did that make her a whore? She thought about Brad again, and prayed to God that she wouldn’t run into him here. No one here needed to know about her secret. She’d do anything to keep it private.

  It was true that before the last few nights, Sasha couldn’t even remember the last time she was with a guy and it was hot. In fact, both of these guys were very hot, but afterward, she felt empty inside. It felt transactional. These guys didn’t even know her real name: Brad didn’t even ask or even care for that matter. They didn’t know the first thing about her and didn't really care. They just wanted to get off.