Panties for Sale (21 page)

“What would I wear?”

Diary,

See?
 
What do you know?
 
Get rid of that son of a bitch and my luck
changes!
 
I just got the most intriguing
phone call.
 
From a Mr. Jerome from
LA.
 
He’s in Toronto scouting for movie locations.
 
And he needs a girl.
 
And he wants to find an agency that can be
his exclusive agency.
 
He’s talking big
movie stars.
 
Big film crews.
 
All needing girls.
 
And he picked mine!
 
He wants to get a taste of my girls to see
what I have to offer.
 
Damn and he sounds
fine.
 

I’m sending Alex.
 
Why?
 
She is available.
 
And she’s
blonde.
 
That’s what he wants.
 
Blonde, big tits. Isn’t that what all guys
want?
 
Whatever, I hope to god, she
doesn’t screw it up.
 
I know she screwed
up with Mr. Nimbin.
 
But fine. I can
understand.
 
He is a trip.
 
A complete dick head.
 
She pissed him off good though.
 
I don’t know what she said.
 
Probably gave him attitude.
 
She’s been giving a few clients attitude
lately, acting like she is better than them.
 
And they are paying her.
 
Damn, I
might have to have a talk with her.
 
I’ll
call her tonight.
 
Tell her about Mr.
Jerome.
 
Maybe that will straighten her
out.
 
I understand, it can be tough at
first.
 

She’s so naïve – that’s her
problem.
 
She probably thought being an
escort would be glamorous.
 
That she’d
meet J.R. bloody Ewing or something and he’d whisk her away in his private
yacht.
 
Then, she has these appointments
with old, bald men.
 
Flabby.
 
Fat.
 
And married.
 
That’s got to be a
letdown.
 
So, she needs some time to
adjust.
 

Luann said it was a good idea
to get rid of John.
 
Stupid fucker.
 
She said I needed time on my own. To find
myself.
 
She said he was just making
everything worse.
 
Letting him come back
and trying to make him love me.
 
She said
I can’t save him.
 
I can’t help him.
 
And yes, she agrees that he does need
help.
 
But that’s not her problem.
 
And she said it shouldn’t be mine.
 

I don’t love myself.
 
That’s what she said.
 
I don’t value myself.
 
Goddamned love shit.
 
What is so important with love?
 
She said I had to learn to love myself before
I could even think about letting anyone back in my life.
 
Get this.
 
Luann said I have to write a list of things that I love about
myself.
 
And then when I look in the
mirror, I have to say ‘I love you’ to me.
 
To my reflection.
 
Stare in my
eyes and say it till my eyes understand.
 
That’s what she said.
 
She said I
need to do a lot of mirror work.
 
I’m
supposed to stand in front of the mirror every morning and tell myself 5 things
I love about myself.
 
Every morning!
  
Bloody fucking stupid, is what I say.

Ok, fine.
 
F.I.N.E.
 
What can it hurt, right?
 
Sure.
 
Ok.
 
So,

Angela, I love you.
 
God.
 
Ok.
 
I love my eyes.
 
They are beautiful. And without them, I’d be
blind.
 
So that’s good.
 
Ha!

I love my legs.
 
Yes.
 
They are sexy as hell.
 
Everyone
tells me that.
 
And they don’t look like
the legs of a forty five year old.
 
Not
everyone can get away with the short skirts I can still wear.
 
Yes, I love my legs.
 
And they work.
 
Carry me up and down the stairs.
 
Maybe they could work more?
 

Luann said I need to start
meditating.
 
What like sit in a room and
do nothing?
 
I told her I couldn’t do
that.
 
I’m not a bloody monk.
 
That is ridiculous.
 
So, she thought it would be a good idea if I
took a walk in the afternoon every day.
 
Just to relax.
 
That woman has
some crazy ideas.
 
I don’t know where she
gets all these things.
 
Like walking is
relaxing?
 
Shit.
 
Ok.
 
Me.

I love my fingers.
 

I love my fingernails.
 
Love my red nail polish.
 
Love it on my toes too.

I love my hands.
 
They are so graceful.
 
Really.
 
Maybe I should have been a piano player.
 
I don’t know how I got such long fingers.
 
Elegant.
 
That’s what they are.
 
I need
lotion.
 
They are getting dry.
 
I’ve been so busy I haven’t been looking
after my hands.
 
Maybe I should go for a
manicure.
 
A paraffin wax one.
 
That will make them nice and soft.
 
Kind.
 
Gentle.
 
It’s funny, you can tell
a lot about hands.
 
Like when you shake
someone’s hand.
 
My handshake is soft and
elegant.
 
Barely there.
 
I like it like that.
 
All these girls come in with strong
handshakes.
 
Grab your hand like they
have something to prove.
 
No, I learnt
mine from those old black and white movies.
 
Who was the actress?
 
Marline
Dietrich.
 
Marilyn Monroe.
 
Just a hint of a handshake.
 
Leaves the other person wondering.
 
Wondering but not knowing.
 
Underestimating
 
my power.
 
Like a fox just outside a hen house.
 

I just read what I
wrote.
 
I am insane.
 
Sometimes I wonder about myself.
 
Yes, I am a crazy evil genius in a blonde wig
because I have a soft handshake.
 
Mwah ha
ha ha ha!!!!!

I love my hair.
 
My blonde long hair.
 
It’s nice.
 
It is.
 
And its gets me noticed on
the street.
 
So even nicer.

Oh, and I should say a great
big thank you for the girls.
 
They may
have lost some of their oomph, but they are still there and standing strong.

I love my mind. It’s a good
one.
 
I am damn smart.
 
Goddamned smart.

I love my smile.
 
My teeth are straight.
 
I love my teeth.

I don’t know.
 
I have to get the boys to hockey
practice.
 
I’ll write later.
 
All is well in the universe.

I love you Angela.
 
Fucking hell.

“Now that is what I am talking about.” Mr Jerome clapped
his hands together as he looked Alex up and down.
 
He reached out and took her hand in his,
slowly folding his large black fingers around hers and lifting her fingers up
to his mouth.
 
Alex quivered at the warm
touch of his soft full lips.

Alex stood transfixed staring up as her new client licked
his lips. Her eyes followed as his tongue softly caressed the full red lips,
wetting them with his salvia so they glistened in the light.
 
Every fiber of her being wanted to reach out
and touch them, kiss them, feel their silky softness nibbling and caressing
every inch of her body.

Alex gnawed on her fingernail as she followed him into the
hotel suite, drooling as she watched him saunter ahead of her, his strut
showing off a finely toned ass.
 
She
restrained herself from reaching out and squeezing it.
 
Just knowing that she would soon be able to
grab it and pull it close to her made her wet.
 
What a body, she thought admiring how Mr. Jerome’s oversized silk
t-shirt and baggy workout pants hung off his strong shoulders and well defined
hips, clinging to bulges in all the right places.
 
A thin gold chain circled his thick neck and
one very large diamond earring sparkled in his ear.
 
Damn, Alex shivered. There was something
about a black man in a gold chain.
 
So
sexy!

“I’m Alex.”

“Mm,” Mr. Jerome almost purred, “I am Martial.”

Alex nodded, not really trusting her voice to speak.

Martial walked slowly across the room, pressed play on the
stereo.
 
As the smooth seductive sounds
of D’angelo filled the air, he took Alex’s hand and twirled her around,
wrapping his thick arms around her waist and pulling her close.
 
With a gasp, Alex felt Martial’s excitement
pressing hard into her back.
 
“Baby, you
are so fine,” he brushed her hair away from her neck and kissed her gently.

Martial hummed along with the music as his hands moved up
and down her body, squeezing her breasts together and pushing himself hard into
her back.
 
Alex felt his hot breath on
her neck and arched her back enjoying the sensations rushing through her
body.
 
She closed her eyes and swayed her
hips to the music as his hands slowly began to undo her buttons.
 
Lazily, Alex lowered her hands to help
Martial remove her suit jacket and unzip her pants. “No, baby,” Martial shook
his head as Alex began to kick her shoes off, “leave those on.
 
I love a girl in fine shoes.”
 

Alex stepped back into her new fiery red heels.
 
She felt extremely turned on.
 
Martial was magnetic and the electricity
between them made her feel bold.
 
Keeping
beat with the slow sultry music; she broke away from Marital’s embrace and
pushed him backwards onto the bed.
 
She
swayed her hips seductively, tracing the curves of her body with her hands,
enjoying the way he watched her.
 
She
turned her back to him as she unhooked her bra and slowly lowered her lace
panties. Coming back up, she turned back around and squeezed her breasts
together.
 
Her nipples were already hard
so she licked her finger and then flicked them moaning in pleasure.
 
Martial’s eyes turned wild and he looked like
a tiger about to pounce.

“Baby,” Martial reached out and pulled her to the bed.
 
He groaned and squeezed her breasts as she
fell on top of him.
 
Alex closed her
eyes, shivering from sensations of his soft lips and hot breath on her
skin.
 
She tugged at his shirt and pulled
at his waistband, wanting his naked body tight against hers
 
Martial looked up, his eyes burning with
desire.
 
“Let’s do this right.”

Alex lay down on the bed, rolling onto her stomach and
propping herself up onto her elbows as Marital stood up.
 
She watched in fervent anticipation as
Martial pulled the waistband out and let his pants drop.
 
“
Thank
you god,” Alex whispered.

She waited until Martial walked back to the edge of the bed
and then crawled over to meet him.
 
She reached
out and pulled Martial close to her as he tenderly leaned his face down close
to hers.
 
His lips were soft but hard at
the same time.
 
He kissed with such
intensity, Alex could barely breathe.
 
His tongue pushed its way deep into her mouth, as his fingers reached
down her body and teased her.
 
As his
fingers entered her, Alex moaned and her body bucked with excitement.
 
She closed her lips around his tongue and
sucked it with a ferocity that surprised her.
 
Feeling the strength of his excitement pressing into her leg, she
reached down and grabbed him, squeezing hard with her hands.
 
In tandem, she sucked on his tongue and
pulled on his shaft, in and out, up and down.
 
“Damn,” Martial gasped when she released his tongue.
 
“What are you.. I’ve never…”
 
Alex lowered herself and took him in her
mouth.
 
“Fuck me!” he shouted as his hips
jerked back and forth, “I am going to cum!”
 
As Alex slid one finger lower to massage his perineum, Martial’s body
shuddered violently, “OH SHIT!”

Alex wiped her mouth and grinned to herself.
 
She couldn’t believe that creepy old Mr.
Nimbin had been right.
 
But that tiny
perineum trick sure did make her job easier.
 
She looked over at Martial who was lying sprawled out on the bed,
breathing heavily with his eyes closed.
 
That’s it?
 
It can’t be.
 
Alex sat still and watched Martial’s chest
rise and fall.
 
After a few seconds, she
shrugged and slid off the bed.

“No baby, I’m not done, just resting.
 
That was damn good.”
 
Martial weakly raised an arm and patted the
side of the bed beside him.
 
“Climb on up
here and let me look at you again.”

Alex laughed and climbed up onto the bed.
 
As she straddled Martial he reached up and
squeezed her breasts. “Just the view I like.”
 
Alex smiled down at Martial and watched silently as he caressed her
breasts.
 
He ran his fingers down her
stomach and around her waist.
 
“Damn
girl.
 
You got a nice ass too.
 
Yes, nice ass.”
 
He kept one hand on Alex’s lower back as he
brought the other hand to the front. He bent his knees, pulling Alex closer to
him and and slid a finger inside.
 
“I
excite you, don’t I?”

“Yes.”

“You like my big cock, don’t you?” Martial chuckled. “Do me
a favour honey, play with your nipples for me.”

Alex squeezed her breasts together as she closed her eyes
and leaned back.
 
She moaned softly as
Martial’s long fingers reached deep inside her.
 
Arching her back in pleasure as she felt him flick her g-spot.
 
She could feel him hard behind her,
twitching, reaching for her, wanting her as much as she wanted him.
 
“Please,” she looked down at him, “put it
in.”

Alex couldn’t’ believe how good Martial felt inside
her.
 
It was as if he was perfectly made
for her.
 
She rocked back and forth on
top of him, stretching her legs far apart so he could push himself in
deep.
 
She squeezed her muscles and moved
up and down.
 
The pleasure was so
intense.
 
Alex gasped as Martial reached
around and slid one finger gently inside her from behind.
 
“God, yes.”
 
It felt so good.
 
She leaned
forward grabbing onto Martial’s shoulders, as she pumped up and down, sweat
starting to drip from her forehead.
 
“Oh
god,” Alex gasped in surprise, “I’m going to cum!”
 
She groaned as her whole body trembled.

Alex opened her eyes and smiled at Martial.
 
Now this was an appointment she had enjoyed.
“Thanks baby,” Alex leaned over and kissed him, “you are fucking amazing.”
 
She slowly climbed off of Martial and began
to crawl off the bed in the direction of the bathroom.
 

“Where are you going sexy?” Martial grabbed her and pulled
her back. “We ain’t done yet.”
 

“Oh, no?” Alex laughed liking the way he wrapped his strong
arms around her, loving the fact that he couldn’t get enough of her.

“I wanna cum.
 
You
can’t leave me here all hot and bothered. You did this,” he pointed to his
massive heart on, “you’ve got to fix it.
 
It needs you.”
 

“Oh, I’m sorry.
 
Of
course I will.”
 
She leaned down to take
him in her mouth.

“Uh huh,” Martial shook his head, “not that way.
 
You’ve got me wanting something a bit more
rare.”
 

“Oh? Rare?”
 

“Yeah, baby.
 
I want
your ass.”
 

“Oh, no.
 
I’m sorry,
I don’t do that.”
 

“Hell yeah, you do.
 
You just took three fingers.”

“But I was excited,” Alex wished it hadn’t felt so damned
good.
 
She knew she should have stopped
him earlier.
 
“I’m sure Angela told you,
I don’t do that.”
 

“No, she told me you did.
 
Why do you think you got me all excited?”

Alex swallowed hard and ran her fingers through her
hair.
 
She knew she had told Angela she
didn’t do that.
 
Of course she
didn’t.
 
She hated that.
 
It hurt.
 
She had only ever done it once.
 
And that was enough.
 
And her
boyfriend had been nowhere as big as Martial.

“I ain’t arguing,” Martial crawled around her body and
pulled her up onto her hands and knees.
 
Alex tried to resist but he was strong.
 
Too strong.
 
And she was here
alone and naked.
 
Damn, damn, damn, Alex
cursed Angela.
 

Martial reached between her legs and pulled her closer to
him.
 
He ran his hands over her
backside.
 
“Relax baby, I ain’t going to
hurt you.
 
You’ll like it.”

Alex bit her lip and tried to relax but all she kept thinking
of was the pain she knew was going to come.
 
Breathe, she told herself, breathe.
 
She gasped as she felt Martial’s hot breath on her and felt his wet
tongue inside her.
 
Oh god.
 
That felt very good.
 
She moaned softly as she felt her body
involuntarily surrendering.
 
Martial
reached up and grabbed Alex’s hand bringing it down and guiding her.

“Do it for yourself, baby,” he crooned as he pulled Alex’s
hips closer to him.
 
“Get yourself ready
for me, baby.”

“Slowly,” Alex cried out,
 
“go slow.”
 
She tried to relax,
and concentrate on her breathing.
 
Breathe in.
 
Breathe out.
 
But it felt like a knife was slowly slicing
her in half. “Ow, ow,” Alex tried to pull away.

“Relax baby,” Martial kissed the back of her neck.
 
“Oh, you feel so good.
 
Almost in, so tight baby.”
 
Alex gritted her teeth.
 
She could feel him pushing inside her,
squeezing his massive size into her tiny very non-hospitable hole.
 
She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself
to concentrate on relaxing.
 
She knew if
she was tense it would hurt even more. Relax, Relax, she whispered to
herself.
  

“Oh god, baby, this is the shit.
 
You are the shit,” Martial held her tight as
her body tried to pull away.
 
“Almost
baby, hold on, almost.”
 

“Shiiiittttt,” she slammed her face into the pillows
screaming as he thrust himself into her.

“Oh god baby, yes baby,” he grunted as he pushed himself in
further.
 
He grabbed her by the hips and
pumped himself faster and faster.
 
“Oh
fuck, yeah.”