Breaking Joseph (13 page)

“Are you
getting in, then, or are you going to just stand there like a
lemon?”

William, owner
of the fabled Ladarna escort agency, had sent my very first car.
And there was already a man in it.

“I’m Aidan, by
the way.” He leaned out to offer me his hand. “You’re Leila,
right?”

Right. “Right.”
It was a very large hand, and his brief pump smarted.

“You are sure
about this, aren’t you?”

I stepped from
one ridiculous heel to the other. “Were you?”

The tall,
grinning boy named Aidan spat dirty laughter all over the pavement.
“No.”

As I slid into
the seat, the door clattered shut and the engine revved loudly. We
sped off into the twilight.

“Nice
stockings,” he said.

“Thanks.” I
knotted my fingers over crossed knees. “So.”

“You’re going
to need a drink.” He pulled a silver hip flask from the inside
pocket of his jacket. I gave it a sniff, and winced.

“My alcohol
tolerance is rubbish.”

“Trust me. You
need a drink.”

Two mouthfuls
of vodka burned everything from my tongue to my teeth.

“Now close your
eyes,” he said, “and we’ll talk it through.”

“Why am I–”

“Close ’em.
Good girl.” He patted my thigh. Fondled it. “Now…what did Will tell
you about your baptism of fire?”

I swallowed.
“That I’d watch until I felt comfortable joining in.”

“That’s it? No
technique, no policy, nada? Zilch?”

“Um…was he
supposed to?” As if my nerves weren’t skewered already. “We just
talked about money and stuff.”

“Jesus. We’ve
got ten minutes before we get to the hotel. I’ll have to do the
short version.” He gave a great, mocking sigh. “I need to know what
kind of experience you have.”

“Ah. Um. Well,
I’m not a virgin.”

“I should
fucking hope not.”

This was not
making me feel better at
all.

“I’ve done all
the usual stuff,” I managed. The driver was staring at me in the
mirror, and his grey eyebrows wiggled in a tease. Ew.

“Don’t mind
John,” Aidan said, nodding at him. “He’s part of the company.”

“Oh.”

“Now close your
eyes again. Usual stuff, eh. What, like anal?”

I stifled a
cough. “Yeah.”

“Never forget
your lube.” Aidan shifted about on the leather seat. “Do you
swallow?”

“Is that even a
good idea?”

“Mostly? No.
But there have been a couple of guys that…well.” He chuckled to
himself. “I keep it for besties.”

“What else do
you need to know?” And could I open my eyes yet?

“Yes or no:
lipstick lesbianism?”

“I’ve been with
a girl.”

“Rope
work?”

“Japanese.”

“Fisting?”

“Check.”

“DP?”

“Only with
toys.”

He clicked his
fingers. “Spanking.”

“I…kind of hope
so.”

The car went
silent, and even beneath my closed lids, there were flashes as we
passed under streetlights.

“Okay,” Aidan
said finally. “Open your eyes.”

When I did, he
was draped around the back of the seat, his mouth suddenly inches
from mine.

“Who,” he
whispered, “the fuck are you?”

He tasted like
vodka and breathmints. The flavour was sharpest on his cupid’s bow,
and along the tendon beneath his tongue. Those large hands pawed at
my breasts and hips, rubbing and stroking until I broke and
purred.

“We kiss, by
the way,” he mumbled.

So we did.

Aidan grinned
again. “And looky…Leila likes kissing.”

Outside the
hotel, we straightened each other’s clothes and smoothed our
matching curly hair. I reapplied my boy-blotted lipstick. In the
lobby, we held hands and waited for the lift.

“His name is
Abe,” Aidan said quietly. “Early thirties. Academic–something to do
with politics, never really listened much. Normally hires me and
another lad, but said he’d be quite happy to help us out
tonight.”

“So he likes
girls too?”

“I get the
impression that there’s not a lot he doesn’t like, as long as it’s
a group scenario.”

The empty lift
swallowed us with a metallic groan.

“You have a day
job, right?” said Aidan.

“I’m a
lawyer.”

“You do have
that look about you.”

I froze. “What,
I look like a lawyer?”

He laughed to
himself. “No, you silly cow. Like you have a brain.”

“Oh.” I
straightened. “Thanks.”

“Here’s a tip.”
He caught my hips, whispering as we stepped into the hall. “Don’t
analyse it. Any of it. No wondering about why they do stuff, no
feminist bullshit, no worrying you’re being objectified or any of
that crap. It’s like chasing your tail.” He patted between my
thighs easily. “And you…do not have a tail.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Seriously,
it’s not the point. Some of them will even try to discuss it with
you, but don’t go there. No opinions. No real info. Don’t ever tell
them your real name.”

“Of course
not.”

Now we stood in
front of room 217, and my palm felt greasy as I closed it around
the knob.

“Go on in,”
Aidan said. “He leaves the door open. This is always his room.”

Panic rose.
“You go first,” I hissed.

“Gah. Suit
yourself.” He patted me on the head as he nudged past. “Abe. A
pleasure. I brought you a present.”

I followed
Aidan into the suite of dark wood and modern glass. A stocky blond
guy was draped over the office chair, tapping his foot as he drank
us in. I should be doing something, I realized, but I didn’t know
what. Still had a million questions, too. Fuck…
help.

“Felix,” said
Abe, wandering over to kiss Aidan on the cheek. “You must be…”

I gulped.
“Charlotte.”

Just like that,
I was a whore.

“Charlotte.”
Abe kneaded my waist as he brushed his lips to my collarbone. “I
hear you’re in training.”

“Something like
that.” I managed a smile.

“Well.” He
glanced between me and Aidan. “I think she ought to train naked, at
least.”

Aidan gave a
sage nod. “Point taken.”

I dropped my
bag by the desk and wrung my hands together. “You want me to,
uh?”

“Come here.”
Aidan beckoned me with a finger. “We’ll undress you.”

This was it. No
going back now. I’d tried to prepare myself for more than just
observing in the corner, but still…God, God.

Aidan took
Abe’s face in his hands and kissed him. They were starving, hungry,
ravenous for each other. I’d never seen two men kiss up close, and
there was a bluntness to it that made me shiver. Abe groped the air
for me, still sucking Aidan’s bottom lip, and he tugged at the tie
on my wrap dress.

They wasted no
time with my clothes. I’d spent three hours–count them–getting
ready tonight, and ninety percent of the effort was on the floor
within five minutes of entering the room.

“What do you
think?” Aidan spun me around. “Will she do?”

The smile
bloomed softly over Abe’s square face, and he reached out to stroke
my copper curls. “Are you two related?”

Aidan rolled
his eyes. “You wish.”

“Hmm.” Abe
thumbed my already stiff nipple. “I think I approve.” He nodded at
the office chair he’d been sitting on. “Over there…go sit down. You
can watch.”

My nipple
aching from his touch, I stalked over and did as he asked. They
followed me, nudging my knees until my legs fell open.

“Good girl.”
Aidan’s palm crept up my inner thigh. “Very good.”

Now I closed my
eyes without instruction. I’d been a bad, brazen girl many times in
my short life, but this kind of exposure was shockingly intimate,
even for me. Aidan toyed with the lips of my pussy and like other
parts, they swelled for him.

“Ah. You like
this,” he said.

Yes, I liked
being naked and mauled by two strange men. I know.

All I managed
was a single nod.

“If she likes
it,” said Abe, “then I want her to touch herself.”

“Did you hear
that, baby? He wants to see you rub your pussy while you take
notes.” Aidan took my wrist and pressed my fingers over his. “Would
you like that?”

I opened my
eyes. Caught his. He winked.

“Yes.”

“Mmm.” He
squeezed my clit very lightly, and then drew away. The moan scraped
in my throat and I fought to keep it caged–Aidan knew exactly what
he was doing, and not just on the politics side.

It wasn’t
supposed to be like this. Oh, I was still nervous, still prickly.
Ashamed. But underneath all that, Charlotte clapped with glee and
then blew on my fingers.

Aidan and Abe
ignored me for the next ten minutes. I had a front row seat to
their show. Naked, they were tanned and taut and shiny beneath the
yellow-gold lamplights, and their shoulders and thighs slapped
together pleasingly. Aidan lavished attention on Abe’s cock, and
all the while, his own bobbed between his legs with a weighty pull.
I watched it as my fingers curled inside, and my breaths darted
back and forth like the thumb pad that worked my clit. I’d have put
my head back, lost myself…but I wanted,
needed
to watch.

After a bout of
brutal kisses, Aidan sank to his knees and shoved Abe back on the
bed. He licked down the man’s flat belly, along his v-section, and
downed the cock with one swift gulp. Abe thrashed and groaned with
handfuls of Aidan’s hair. I’d sucked my share of men and I had a
few tricks up my sleeve, but I’d never thought just slurping the
life out of the guy was the quickest way to send him falsetto.

Awesome.

“You,” Abe
panted at me. “You’re wet. I can smell it from here.”

For a moment, I
was embarrassed. Then I remembered what I was there to do. I pulled
up my hand, staring, and parted my fingers to display the sticky
cobwebs.

He went hoarse.
“Oh fuck. Come here.”

Don’t ask me
why, but I crawled on my hands and knees to them, my bottom lip
bitten to welts as I arrived. Aidan eased me into his spot between
Abe’s legs, and they both pressed a hand on the back of my
head.

“It’s okay,”
Aidan whispered. “Yeah?”

“Mmph.” I
already had a mouthful.

Abe groped my
breasts as I sucked him. He didn’t wear anything, and I began to
worry about the whole swallowing thing…he might have been Aidan’s
bestie, but he sure as hell wasn’t mine. I wasn’t even sure about
having favorites–besides the whole AIDS thing, it seemed kind of
elitist and mean. I’d planned to be an equal opportunities whore,
see. Niche market.

Aidan tipped my
chin with a nudge of his fist. We went a couple of degrees at a
time until I had just the right angle to take Abe down to the root,
and then he gasped and bucked as I lashed him with my tongue.

“Not…not like
this.”

I was shoved
away a little too roughly, and Aidan caught me in his big arms.

“Felix.” Abe
was still panting, and he cupped his raw cock with both hands.
“Have you had her yet?”

“No.”

“Then fuck her.
I want to see her pretty eyes bulge when she takes that thing.”

Oh. Oh my.

“On her back,”
Abe went on, sliding off the bed. “With her legs right up.”

In that
position, he’d see just about everything. We were about to be his
own personal porn.

The vodka had
gone to my head by that point, and I was light-headed and fuzzy as
I lay on the pillows. Aidan appeared over me and nuzzled my
throat.

“You holding
up?”

I sighed as he
licked my earlobe.

“I’ll take that
as a yes.” He smirked. “Hussy.”

There was a
snap of rubber, a thud of enclosed flesh against my thigh, and then
he nudged at my clit with his cock head. For the first time that
night, I moaned, the drag of him just the right amount of pressure.
Luscious.

“Go on,” Abe
urged. He stood over us, surveying the territory with an enemy’s
eye. “Fuck her.”

“Yeah.” My
words steamed against Aidan’s neck. “Do it. Fuck me.”

“Bossy, aren’t
we? You and me…” He eased between my lower lips. “We’re going to
get on…”
Shove
. “Just…”

Split.

“Ow!”

“…Fine. Ah.
Jesus.”

In my bubble of
shock and adrenaline, I hadn’t quite fathomed the girth of him. Or
the length. No wonder he made money off the thing–he could throw a
party on it, and God, the gatecrashers just barged inside me.

Abe laughed.
Laughed and stroked himself, angling for Aidan’s roving arse.
Aidan, bless him, slowed his thrusts and gave me long, breathy
kisses that tickled and teased. Soon, he caught me at the right
spots and my yelps turned to whimpers. Whimpers melted to cries.
When he built up the speed to go harder, I ached in places
untouched for months.

Our spectator
pressed my thigh right back so he could watch Aidan come. There was
a ripple at Aidan’s shoulders, a shudder at his hips, and he moaned
my name into the heap of hair coiled on the pillow beside me. Abe
sprayed over his back with a little squeal and a torrent of
curses.

Afterward, the
three of us took turns in the shower together. Seemed like the
cordial thing to do, and it limited the amount of conversation.
Aidan kept Abe busy beneath the water while I combed my wet hair,
and surrounded by groans and steam and a fat brown envelope, I
peered into the mirror. Charlotte bit her lip.
Do you come here
often?

Back in the
car, I sipped a bottle of water I’d swiped from the mini bar, and
Aidan picked at his cuticles.

“Go on then,”
he said. “Justify yourself. I know you want to.”

“I don’t know
what you mean.” I did, but it struck me then that I hadn’t thought
about it once in the hotel room, and that could not be good.

“You’re a
lawyer, right? So what is it?” He raised a neat auburn brow.
“Coke?”