Escort

by Emily Hayes

  The next morning, Ashley called an uber for her. While leaving, Carol passed by a room with a gorgeous handcrafted oak door. That was Ashley’s bedroom, and much like Ashley’s heart, it was locked.

  2

  It was mid-day when the city skyscrapers came into view as the airplane neared New York City. Vienna smiled to herself as she heard the pilot inform the passengers that they were to land soon. She had missed her home.

  Vienna prepared herself for landing, gathering the few belongings she had taken out of her small bag and loosening her long golden hair from its band and shaking it out over her shoulders. Traveling first class sure had it’s perks though, she thought to herself.

  As the plane landed, Vienna could barely contain her excitement. The plane came to a rest, and the doors opened, allowing passengers to exit. Gathering her stuff, Vienna exited the plane, moving towards the small bus that would take the passengers to the airport.

  Vienna proceeded to go through the security and grabbed her suitcases from the conveyer belt. She walked out through the airport doors and was immediately greeted by her company driver.

  “Hi, Steven!” Vienna greeted him with some vigor despite being exhausted from the long flight.

  Oh, she hadn’t missed the overcrowded New York, but she was going to be happy to be home.

  Steven took her bags and put them in the trunk before opening the car door for Vienna.

  “How have things been, Steven? How are Seline and the kids?” Vienna asked.

  “They’re all good, Miss Rhodes,” Steven told her.

  “I hope you are not this formal with them, are you?” She quipped.

  Steven laughed as they continued their car ride.

  101 Park Avenue, Vienna stepped out of the car and felt dwarfed by the buildings.

  She took the elevator to the 16th floor to Black Label NYC. Black Label was the escort company that Vienna had employed Vienna since she was eighteen years old. Black Label provided top class escorts for women both in the US and worldwide. Black Label served the richest women in the world. It promised the best, and it always delivered.

  Vienna Rhodes was the top-earning lesbian escort on Black Label’s books. Vienna had clients all over the world who adored her and were prepared to pay vast amounts for the pleasure of her company and her body.

  Vienna nodded to the receptionist as she walked straight past to the office and knocked.

  “Come in.” a voice called out from inside the office.

  Opening the doors, she smiled warmly at the woman sitting at the grandeur desk.

  The said woman let out a gasp as she quickly got up and engulfed Vienna in a hug. Vienna laughed and put her arms around her.

  “Oh, my God! You’re back!” Meredith exclaimed.

  “Well, you know me. Couldn’t stay away from home any longer.” Vienna grinned, pulling back to look at her.

  “It’s so good to see you, sweetheart. How are you? Did the trip go well?”

  “I’m good, Meredith. The trip was amazing. How are you?” Vienna replied.

  The two women pulled back and went to take a seat. Vienna sat across the desk from Meredith.

  “I’m good, as well. Glad to know the trip was relaxing. You look so well.” Meredith looked Vienna up and down appraisingly. Vienna always looked exquisite, Meredith was proudest of Vienna, her own creation. Vienna had a body made for seduction and a face that trod a fine line between sex goddess, smart businesswoman, and innocent young woman. Vienna had the intellect to know precisely which version of herself to play at any given time.

  “Thank you. I feel great, actually. The rest did me good.” Vienna looked back across the table at Meredith Bowes. The CEO of the company was the kind of woman Vienna aspired to be one day. She was strong, independent, and a woman of unyielding character. She had taken in Vienna when everyone else in life had failed her and given her a chance to grow into the woman she was today. Vienna saw the signs of aging around Meredith’s intense blue eyes. She had no idea how old Meredith was, probably older than she could guess. Ironically, as Meredith aged, Vienna grew into her prime. Vienna’s hair tumbled in long golden waves. Her green eyes were vivid and bright. Vienna was glorious.

  Everything Vienna was and everything she had was thanks to Meredith Bowes. They had had a sometime sexual thing. Rarely now, more often when they first met. Meredith had taught her about her body and trained her to be unshockable and exceptional sexually. Some might say taking advantage of her, but Vienna had never seen it like that. She would be eternally grateful to Meredith for the opportunities she had offered her.

  “Vienna. I know we need a new lead client for you. I want you back on retainer. A girl like you shouldn’t be job-hopping. You are too good. I don’t want to give you just anyone. We will put you forward first for any significant contracts that look good, but it is your choice. You are our best, and you get the best. Meanwhile, I will give you the highest paying ad hoc bookings.”

  “Perfect. Thank you. I love holiday bookings, meanwhile. The Maldives was SO good. I could live like that!”

  The two women sat in the office, sipping coffee, and caught up. An hour later, Vienna took her leave and asked the driver to take her home.

  Her lovely house was open plan with a spacious living-dining-kitchen area and a wall of glass and sliding french doors to the garden. Vaulted wood ceilings, beautiful walnut floors, comfortable and quality furnishings.

  The beautiful house was the thing Vienna had wanted most with the money she was earning. She had bought it earlier in the year, excited like a child to be able to afford such a place. She had always dreamed of a garden, so it had to be a house, not an apartment. She loved to dance around the house, naked to loud music when she was alone.

  She unlocked the doors with Steven in tow, her luggage in hand.

  Thanking Steven, she walked him out to the car.

  “See you tomorrow!” Vienna called out as he pulled out of her gated driveway.

  Vienna’s eyes landed on her beloved car as she smiled at the memory when she had first bought it. Her cherry red Aston Martin DBX stood proudly in the garage, glinting in the last remaining rays of sunlight.

  Walking back inside, she went to the lounge and plopped onto the sofa.

  Dialing the number of her favorite sushi restaurant, she ordered dinner. As she waited for her delivery, Vienna went through her voicemail, laughing at the messages her best friend Chloe had left. She had known Chloe since she started at Black Label. Chloe felt like a sister to her.

  Her dinner arrived, and Vienna wasted no time in diving in. Finally, after a long day, Vienna went to her bedroom, taking a shower to relax, and then fell into her big bed and was soon asleep.

  “Okay, Mrs. Chopra, we’ll send our best girl, and I guarantee you, you will be blown away.” Meredith hung up and immediately dialed Vienna’s number. When the client wanted a woman, their best meant Vienna. Meredith a range of escorts for her wealthy female clients. Black Label escorts whether male or female or gender-fluid were stunning looking, intelligent, educated, and highly sexually skilled, without exception. Meredith kept a range of different types available; nothing surprised her anymore with clients' requests. Vienna was classically beautiful, but Vienna had a lot within her range. Meredith’s most valuable escorts could play any part.

  “Yes, okay. I got it. Alright, Meredith. Thank you.” Vienna threw her cellphone on the bed and took a shower before meeting with the client.

  It was sometimes tiring. Vienna had only come back from her client trip to the Maldives with Alison Reynolds, a sexually demanding heiress. The beach life suited Vienna. She loved it, and the Maldives were like nowhere else on earth. To keep Alison sexually satisfied was a small price to pay for the holiday of a lifetime. She genuinely liked Alison, and she had had a great time. Vienna wasn’t some poor little escort; she was highly paid and loved her work. She was at the top of her industry. She saw clients that she enjoyed seeing and clients that Meredith asked her personally to s
ee.

  She put on a plum bodycon dress and straightened her wild hair. A bold red lip completed her makeup. The client had asked for sexy, and in that dress, with those lips, Vienna was dripping sex.

  Throwing her phone into her purse, she grabbed her keys and headed off to the Chopra residence.

  After getting buzzed through the gates, Vienna parked up and headed to the door of the big house.

  The door opened to a woman in a luxurious red silk robe, probably in her mid-fifties, with a wide smile to welcome Vienna. “You must be Vienna. Hi, I am Shweta. Lovely to meet you. Your photos are lovely, but they don’t do you justice. You are radiant. Truly.”

  Vienna had that effect on people. It was as if people were just drawn to her.

  “You are beautiful yourself,” Vienna replied, fixing Shweta with her green eyes.

  “Come on in, please. Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink before, well, you know…”

  “..I pleasure you.” Vienna completed the sentence with a smirk and then continued,

  “I would love a red wine.”

  Shweta handed Vienna a glass of wine, and the two women sat down on the living room sofa.

  “So, this is my first time with an escort—a woman. I have always wanted to. I have always dreamt of it. I really don’t know why I didn’t seek it out sooner.” Vienna watched her; her dark brown eyes were alive with desire; she was nervous, a little. They often were. But this woman knew what she wanted. She looked at Vienna with a hunger. Vienna noticed Shweta’s eyes moving across her body; she knew this woman didn’t want small talk. Shweta put her glass down and put a hand on Vienna’s leg, softly stroking the skin on her thigh. Vienna looked into her eyes and ran her hand down Shweta’s face, teasing her dark hair, cupping her chin, moving her lips closer to her. She kissed her, their lips moving, their tongues exploring. Shweta’s tongue was becoming insistent, her kisses desperate for more. She was unleashing a hunger that had been building for years onto Vienna. Vienna’s hand ran down over Shweta’s collarbone under the silk robe that she was wearing. Shweta reacted, her body shook under Vienna’s touch. Suddenly her hands were all over Vienna, touching her ass, her breasts. Touching everywhere her eyes had roamed and wanted.

  Pulling back for a second, Vienna said, “You want to continue here, or…”

  “Let’s go upstairs.” Shweta breathed out, still dazed from the kiss.

  The two women made it upstairs to Shweta’s bedroom, and Shweta pushed Vienna against the wall for another kiss. Insistent kissing. Desperate kissing. Shweta wanted Vienna’s female form like nothing else. Vienna sometimes wondered why they wanted her so much. She was just another body. Just another collection of parts. But, want her, they did. And she wasn’t about to complain.

  “Your dress…off. Now.” Shweta breathlessly told her as Vienna moved to kiss and bite Shweta’s neck, making her moan. Shweta went to remove her robe. She was naked underneath.

  Vienna pulled back and peeled the dress off slowly, knowing Shweta’s eyes would follow her every move. She threw the dress to the side and was left in her black net bra and panties.

  “Would you like these off too?” she gestured to her underwear.

  Shweta looked at her incredible body. She had never seen anything so perfect outside of porn. She was mesmerized.

  “Take them off, please.”

  Vienna continued the show, tantalizingly undoing the bra and shrugging out of it, her natural breasts high and firm, her nipples erect. She turned around and wriggled her hips as she rolled her panties down and then bent right over as she pulled them off her ankles. It was a move she had pulled on clients a thousand times, and not once did they seem to recognize that it was a show.

  Vienna turned and looked boldly at Shweta, sitting on the edge of the bed. All green eyes and red lips and blonde hair. Shweta’s eyes traveled to the golden hair between Vienna’s legs.

  Vienna walked slowly to her and took her face and kissed her again, her hands beginning to roam. She then moved her right hand down between her legs and stroked the smooth brown skin and soft dark hair. Vienna stroked, and her fingers slid through wet folds until Shweta was left a moaning, heavy breathing mess.

  Shweta’s breasts spilled out from her body as she lay back and enjoyed what Vienna was doing to her. Vienna climbed on top of her, taking a big nipple in her mouth and suckling as her skilled fingers played between Shweta’s legs, toying with her, teasing her.

  She then lifted her attention to the other breast taking the nipple into her mouth, giving it the same treatment. Shweta’s hands fisted into Vienna’s hair, pulling her closer to her chest. Her desire for this young woman that she had just met, surpassed anything else she had ever felt in her life.

  Moving them to a more comfortable position in the bed, Vienna slowly crawled on top of Shweta and spread her legs apart.

  Shweta watched Vienna above her, her eyes taking in this beautiful being as Vienna’s right thigh pushed tight to her clitoris. Vienna bent to kiss her neck and her ear, sucking her earlobe, moaning into her ear, her thigh sliding up and down Shweta’s wetness.

  Shweta could feel the tension building up as she moved her hips in sync with Vienna’s leg, gripping tightly to her. Before she could succumb to the incredible feeling, Vienna pulled her leg back and replaced it with her mouth.

  She licked and sucked hungrily as Shweta gripped her hair and arched her back, pulling Vienna’s face even closer, if that was possible. Vienna thrust two fingers into Shweta, screamed as she clenched her walls around Vienna’s fingers. Her body pushed onto Vienna’s fingers and tongue.

  Shweta was breathing heavily, mumbling incoherent words as she finally came into Vienna’s mouth with a scream, squirting. Vienna lapped up the juices, her tongue swirling. Shweta moved her hips against Vienna’s face riding her orgasm and then fell back onto the bed, panting heavily.

  Shweta pulled Vienna up to rest her head on Shweta’s warm, soft belly and stroked her hair as she lay back, getting her breath, her world spinning.

  There was a couple of minutes before she sat up and pushed Vienna onto her back smiling seductively and said,

  “My turn.”

  Clients didn’t always want to ‘give’ to Vienna. Some wanted both; some wanted one or the other. Vienna knew that she had to be incredible at both. The best. She had to put on a show while they fucked her, whether she was enjoying herself or not. Vienna was a gifted actress in that they never knew she was acting.

  Shweta had never pleasured a woman before. She made up for a lack of experience with enthusiasm. She was desperate to taste Vienna, to lose herself in Vienna’s soft wet folds. As Vienna’s back arched and her body writhed and moaned, Shweta just wanted her more. Her fingers were pushing into Vienna, exploratory, new. Vienna’s body was responding as though they were hitting her exactly right. As though Shweta was a lover that had taken her body a thousand times and knew her better than she knew herself. Vienna angled her hips slightly so she could stimulate herself on Shweta’s fingers. She knew she could make herself squirt like this. Her body shook, and gooseflesh rose across her. Her back arched, pushing her further into Shweta’s mouth. She moaned loudly and pulled Shweta’s head into her. She gushed, and the walls of her vagina shuddered.

  Then her body went limp, her eyes still closed. She scrabbled at Shweta’s head and pulled her up her body, lying on top of her. Shweta’s breasts were heavy against her own.

  “That was incredible,” Vienna whispered. Shweta was mesmerized by this beautiful girl, lying fucked beneath her. Vienna’s legs still shook. Years of practice had given Vienna the skill to control every tiny movement of her body. Shweta believed her entirely. She believed she had given an orgasm to this goddess.

  They lay for a minute, Shweta collapsed into her and nuzzled into her neck. The weight of her on top of Vienna felt strangely nice. Vienna had still enjoyed Shweta. She enjoyed being able to be this magic for Shweta. To make Shweta’s fantasy everything and more than she h
ad ever dreamt it could be. Vienna loved being the dream girl. She loved being the best.

  Shweta eventually rolled off and lay quietly on the pillow, lost in thought.

  “Well, I’ll have to go back to pretending with my husband for some more time now,” Shweta replied, rolling her eyes.

  Vienna wasn’t surprised by the mention of a husband. There often were husbands or partners.

  “I’m so gay,” said Shweta. “Tonight has proven it for me. You have given me the best night of my life. I am so very grateful to you.”

  Shweta continued, “In our culture, a woman’s sexuality is still a very unpleasant matter to discuss, a lesbian isn’t something I could be even though I am. I know now. My social status, my children, my money, and my home are tied to my husband. Without him, there is nothing. ” Shweta told Vienna.

  “You must be one hell of an actress to fake your whole life like that.” Vienna raised on one elbow, her golden hair falling seductively. She saw part of herself in Shweta. She respected her for how she chose to live her life. Using the skills that she had to better herself. Vienna smiled at her and kissed her lightly.

  “Well, it is not hard to please a man. He has no idea what goes through my head.” Shweta said to her, letting out a short laugh. “You are lovely, Vienna. So so very lovely. You will be in my head for a long time, and I would love to see you again. But meanwhile, if you aren’t in a rush to leave, please, could we fuck again?

  3

  “Of course, I’ll come! Kevin’s parties are like the source of half the clients I have,” Ashley said to Trisha over the phone.