Artful Attractions (20 page)

“If I pee on you, I expect you to come,” she commands and straddles him. I glance to my side and Troy pulls his dick out of Brian, flips him over, and tugs him to the side of the table forcefully pushing his legs up.

Brian shakes his head frantically, not wanting anymore. But it makes no sense because he’s so turned on his cock is purple and swollen.

“You ready?” Becka asks and I sit up so I can watch her in action. I’ve never seen this before but I’ve done sploshing. She readies herself and lowers down peeing all over his stomach. Instantly he screams and come starts to spurt out of his cock without him touching himself. She empties herself on him and I nearly gag when he licks his fingers. Becka exits the room leaving him to clean himself up. And I turn my attention back to Brian and Troy, who’s back to fucking his ass again.

Brian grabs his cock to masturbate it and suddenly Becka is back and by his side smacking his hand away. “No, you don’t make me come when your dick was in my ass. So you can’t touch yourself. You let him fuck you to completion,” she hisses and smacks his chest.

“I’m going to come, madam,” Troy grunts.

“Troy, please wait a moment,” she says nicely. “Brian if I let you fuck my ass now will you hold off? Or will you spurt again?”

He whines and frowns deeply. “I’ll come hard.”

I jump down off the table and pass by a group of men and women going at it on the floor. And I pull Becka by the arm to the corner of the room.

“Why are you putting him through that?” I ask, referring to Brian.

“He likes it. Trust me if I really made him stop he’d be mad. It’s part of the game he plays. All these men are freaks.” She waves her hand to the show of men and two women.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Would you have come?” She raises a brow.

“No, probably not. It’s some creepy shit,” I chuckle as she grabs my breast.

“Yes, but that’s why I make a hell of a lot of money. To make sure they enjoy themselves. I order them around and make them come. So do you. Now do your job. Did you go soft over the weekend?”

I want to say no. But this stuff isn’t in my field of expertise. So I’d say yes in a sense I probably have.

“No, but this isn’t exactly what I do.”

“Well you get the business men and Brian sets me up with the freaks.” She kneels in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I swallow hard, I know what this means.

“I’m going to make you come and once Brian finishes I’m going make him fuck my ass.” She licks her lips seductively, parting my pussy lips and dips her tongue inside. It doesn’t take long for her to make me come again and she sucks my juices as she fingers herself into a hot rumbling climax.

I finish and sit on the couch and realize I’ve barely done anything tonight. Usually I take lead but it seems as though Becka has it under control. She had no need for me, she brought me for one reason and that was to get her wish of touching me. I guess it worked wonders in her favor.

I sit back and watch as Brian finally erupts all over his stomach as Troy pounds into him and instantly Becka is fitting him for a condom and feeding his semi-hard cock into her ass.

“That’s right Brian, you better get hard again,” she orders and he whines, cupping her breast as she rides him. It doesn’t take her long and she’s crying out and exploding in one of the loudest orgasms I’ve ever heard. The rest of the night consisted of me fucking two more men and not coming. Then I sucked one cock. And of course Becka tongued me about ten more times into earth shattering climax after climax. She’s talented with that mouth of hers. We leave after five in the morning and stumble into bed. I don’t have enough energy to even take a shower like normal. I throw off my clothes and dive under the covers. Oh, the sweet symphony of high tread count.

I spent all day yesterday keeping busy. After the late night orgy I slept most of the day away and beyond that I couldn’t sit still. I cleaned the apartment like I was having some inspection done with white gloves and a magnified glass. The more I cleaned the less I thought about Brad. Giving me two added benefits to my energy spurt. I of course have a date tonight with Joseph and John is tomorrow. That should help keep my mind off the man literally of my dreams. Last night I woke up three times my clit throbbing and it was all because of Brad. I don’t have a clue what his body even looks like under clothes and I’ve only felt his chest once. It’s not like I have much to go on but my stupid mind loves to play naughty tricks and spice up my sleeping all of a sudden. Normally I don’t dream or if I do I can’t remember them. Last night however I remember it all detail after detail. And it’s seared into my brain like a hot branding iron and I can’t wash the feelings or events away. I’ve tried. We made love in the dream over and over. Kind of like Joseph and I do except it was more intense and it meant something to me. Something so deep and real that I was almost crying when I sat up in bed this morning.

And right now I am trying to keep myself occupied for the next few hours before I get done up to see my favorite and very yummy client Joseph. I’m lying in bed naked as usual. I’ve got my laptop tucked into my lap and I’m doing a vast search for Brad’s apartment furnishing. Keeping him out of my head isn’t going to work today even if I try. So I might as well be of some use and get a portion of his apartment shopping completed.

He wants to keep it under fifty grand and to fill an entire apartment full including the kitchen with that amount of dough it isn’t the easiest if you purchase the bulk of your items from stores in the city. However, using the wonderful world wide web, you get immeasurable choices and most stores deliver and set up for a reasonable fee.

So far I’ve purchased an All-Clad stainless steel pots and pans set that cost well over a thousand dollars but Brad specifically requested name brand kitchen appliances. I’ve also selected a blue five quart kitchen aid mixer, five Le Creuset items, Calphalon bake ware set, silverware, Mikasa glasses for wine, margaritas as well as every day ones. I’ve done research upon research on what are the best utensils and appliances. I’ve spent nearly five thousand of the budget alone, setting up his kitchen with usable and well branded products. I just pray he likes them.

Most of the items I’ve purchased are either coming from Amazon or Macy’s. My thoughts are if you don’t like furniture from Macy’s then we’ve got a problem because they are a top of the line store except they don’t have outrageous price tags. And Brad doesn’t strike me as a man who cares about four thousand dollar nightstands. I’ve made the impulsive decision to buy a black modern canopy bed. It’s all square cut lines including the posts and there are drawers for storage in the bottom. I ordered the matching side tables but not the dresser because the walk in closets at Brad’s are large enough to store just about anything. I love the set because it’s masculine but can appeal to women as well, if he ever dates that is.

The couch I selected also from Macy’s online, is an extra-long medium gray fabric covered sectional with a chaise attached. I love couches with chaise lounges. I wish mine did. I got lucky and found a black cocktail ottoman coffee table that has storage inside. It will make for a perfect center of the living room tucked close to the eight person sectional. Going down the list and I hit more than half of what I need including dark brown stools for the island, an extra tall and extra-wide stark white electric fireplace to place Brad’s new fifty inch state of the art 3D plasma on and I get down to the finer details like red throw pillows and a dark walnut brown serving tray to sit on the coffee table ottoman. Overall I’m happy with my purchases and I pray that he likes my bold choice to go more masculine with harder cut lines and dark colors to clash with bright ones. Fingers crossed.

“What cha doin?” Becka asks, standing in my doorway nude. Her blonde hair making her breasts play peek-a-boo.

“Buying Brad his apartment’s décor.”

“Ah… So are you going to include a special I love you note?” she teases, leaning into the door frame.

“Uh, no. That would be detrimental to my health.” I roll my eyes, snorting sarcastically.

“Maybe you should tell him.”

My eyes widen, shaking my head rapidly. “No way, Jose.”

“Well what I was really coming in here for was to tell you some juicy gossip I heard last night from Andrew when I was out.” She steps into my bedroom further and I pat the bed for her to sit down.

Ever since we spent that one night with me allowing her to eat me out, she’s been a little apprehensive around me. I don’t know why because it doesn’t change a thing in my life. I still love her as my roommate, bestie and coworker. Sure, I had my pussy licked and sucked into ten or more earth shattering orgasms by her. If I was a normal everyday prude who found sex to be sacred and romantic, I might be standoffish. But I’m a damn escort who fucks for a living. A few measly and rather pleasing orgasms given by a woman who is also a friend doesn’t make a damn bit of difference to me. Romance and love on the other hand would. Those are the types of occurrences that are rare in my life. Not sex. Really it’s no biggy.

“Come.” I pat harder and she takes the hint, cautiously lowering her naked bottom onto the edge of my mattress. Well I guess that’s better than nothing.

“So…” she sighs, blowing out a long whoosh of air, relaxing her tense shoulders. “Apparently Brad and Andrew aren’t doing so hot. Andrew was livid last night when we went out and the sex was rougher than usual. I’m not sure of all the ins and outs of the problem but Andrew mentioned something about Brad being an asshole and how he’s glad he saw his true colors sooner than later. Whatever that means,” she shrugs, confused.

I can’t believe he did it! He actually dumped Andrew. Way to go Brad. Sad thing is, I wish I could be there to celebrate his detachment from Andrew. But that’s never going to happen. Why do I love a man? Once you get into this job and choose a life of being a forever bachelorette, your heart should just die. Not the physical part but the emotional part of it. It should blacken and crumble away. But no, of course it doesn’t work that way and now I’m stuck pining for a man who doesn’t even know how I feel and can never know. I’m an idiot. Plain and simple.

“Brad decided he wants to go at the new pizzeria chain alone is what Andrews whining about. We spoke about it a little over the break. Never thought he’d do it though. Good for him.” I smile proudly.

“That’s cool. I really don’t care but I know you would want to hear it since everything pertaining to Brad you want to hear about,” she teases and pushes my leg. I think the awkwardness is finally diminished. That’s wonderful news.

“Yeah, I wish I didn’t but I do,” I mope.

“Cut it out. Stop being a baby and get ready for Joseph. That’ll be a welcomed distraction I’m sure.”

I lean up in bed and attach my arms around Becka, pulling her into a much needed hug. She leans into me, accepting the sentiment.

“You know I love you.” I kiss her cheek, let go, and slide out of bed. Making my way into the shower. I shave everywhere first. I’ve always been lucky, I’m only stuck shaving under my arms daily for my own sense of relief more than the actual need to do it. But my legs and pussy are a twice a week job. I could probably push my limits to once but I figure if a man is playing a shit load of money to date me. I might as well give him the bare silkiness rather than a little stubble. I cleanse my hair with our expensive shampoo. A rule in our six women company of Brian’s is that we are to deep condition our hair twice a month and use a clarifying shampoo twice a week. We’re also forbidden to use cheap body washes or shampoos. You wouldn’t think it makes a difference, but it does. Becka and I have fallen in love with Bed Head products so our shower and vanity is calked full. My body wash is Olay luscious embrace and Becka uses some weird organic kind with oranges in it.

I take an extra-long shower because payback is a bitch if she’s in need of it after I’m finished. Becka uses up the hot water all the damn time. Leaving me with a not so invigorating ice shower once I hit the face wash portion of my bathing experience. I’m very methodical when it comes to beauty regiments.

I step out and wrap myself with a white towel, Becka opens the door and uses the facilities to pee.

“So what’s the plan with Joseph tonight?” she asks, finishing her business.

“I’m not sure we’re meeting back at the Waldorf. I haven’t quite understood why there because he’s never brought me back to the same place more than once.”

“Maybe he’s creating a memory,” she teases, laughing.

I dry my hair, do my makeup and take myself into my bedroom to select a special outfit for this evening. Pushing through the hangers lining my long wall to wall closet I pull out my red corset dress with black lace edging. My garter is black with nude thigh highs. My thong is also black and crotchless and I don’t need a bra. Ten minutes later, I kiss Becka goodbye and I’m out the door strolling down the hill and to the right to Astoria Boulevard to wait for the Lincoln.

***

My phone goes off as we pull up to the hotel. Alerting me of a text.

“Just a minute,” I tell the driver.

“Yes, madam.”

I pull my phone out of my handbag and its bright light flashes Brad. I’ve got a text from him. The timing couldn’t be any worse.

Brad- Hey, wanted to say thanks for apartment shopping today. Just checked my email to see my credit card has racked up a hefty price tag. Which means you’ve found some good stuff. Hope I’m not bothering you. Just thought you deserved a little appreciation. Have a beautiful night Alexis. Talk with you soon.

What the hell? He doesn’t speak to me on the way home and now he’s being nice. What is his deal?

Me- You couldn’t bother me if you tried. Yes, I’ve selected over half of your apartment’s décor. Hope you like it. I gave the stores your number and mine. Give a heads up to security that there will be lots of packages coming and going the next week or two.

Brad- Sounds great. Oh, I’m leaving for Miami tomorrow to tie up a few loose ends with work and some new management. Going to lock down my condo there so I can get the new restaurant underway here. Which by the way I took your advice and backed out of it with Andrew. Should be gone a few weeks at most.

Me- How are the packages going to make it into the apartment if you’re not home? And yes I know I heard that you backed out. Becka had a date with Andrew last night. She said he was angry. I’m glad you did though and remember the loan is waiting for you when you get back.

Brad- I’m not taking the loan unless I need to, Alexis. But thanks. And I guess I hadn’t thought about the packages. Would it be okay if I gave you a key to my apartment? Until I return, of course. You can stop by on your free time to decorate or whatever it is you plan on doing.

Me- Sure, that makes sense. Have you at least upgraded your own seating arrangement to be more than a beanbag chair?

Brad- Haha, nope. I’m a simple man. It fits my butt fine. I’m lounging in it right now. Oh and sorry but I’m afraid I’ll have to leave my key with the security guard downstairs. I’m scheduled for an early morning out of LaGuardia. So I won’t have time to drop it by.

Me- Not a problem. Well I’m sitting outside of work right now and I think I better go inside. Have a great night. Give me a shout when you’re in Miami if you need anything.

What I want to say is ‘please call every day and tell me you love me and want to at least go on a date with me.’ A real one this time without moms, sisters or best friends. Can’t blame a girl for dreaming.

Brad- Oh sorry, didn’t know I was holding you up. I’ll for sure text or call when I’m south. Mi casa es tu casa. Laters.

“I’m finished,” I call to my chauffer.

He slides out of the front and opens my door for me. I meet up with the same man at the front desk to collect a key and up to the fifth floor I go.

“Hello handsome,” I call, opening the door to the suite.

“I thought you’d never come,” Joseph says lovingly, laying on the bed naked, his cock hard. Rose petals are dusted on every surface of the room. He’s lit at least ten candles and the lights are all off. It’s beautifully romantic.

“This is amazing and too much.” I gaze around the room, soaking up the ambiance.

“Nothing is too much for my lover. And I owe you for last Fridays fiasco. I sent an extra six over to Brian this morning.”

“I hope you mean six dollars,” I scold taking off my coat and draping it over the back of the white couch.

He chuckles. “No baby, I sent sixteen thousand over total.”

I can’t believe this man. He must think money grows on damn trees. Well, it might to him. I know he’s loaded. But spending this kind of money on a high-class hooker is ridiculous. Even if I am the person he’s paying, it still seems wrong no matter how I look at it. And I have no idea how to make it stop. Brian can’t keep it from dispensing into the company account and I’m just the employee who gets cut a proverbial weekly paycheck.

“Joseph, please stop doing that,” I request in a sexy childlike voice, sitting on the edge of the bed. Pouting my lip.