The Ivy League (6 page)

He hadn’t had his nap room cleaned since his night with Sara.  The dirtied sheets were still on the bed, ruffled from the activities that had taken place there.  He wasn’t entirely sure why he had left it like that.  It just felt like the memory
would be erased forever when he did.  He knew he needed to forget it all.  Not for the simple fact that she was his student now, but because he felt ashamed of what he had done.  He always did after he ordered a girl.  It just felt so cheap and low class.  It should have been beneath a person of his caliber, as his father used to say.  But he needed it.  Needed the release it gave him.  Not the sexual release.  He was a young millionaire with dashing good looks.  He could get women.  But they were always after something, and willing to do just about anything for the right price.  It was really the same exact thing that Madame Gwen’s girls did, but at least they were open and honest about it.  He got what he wanted, and they got what they wanted.  There were no strings and complication involved.

Sara was something so diff
erent though.  He had thought a lot about what she had done.  Everything made sense, taking into consideration what he knew to be the cost of tuition at the university where he taught.  In some ways, he admired her for it.  She had a dream and a vision for her life and she did what she thought necessary to get that. 

It was the same thing
he had done, in his younger years.  His father always wanted him to take over the family business.  This company had been built from the ground up by his grandfather.  But it wasn’t ever what he wanted to do.  He spent as much time as he could in the classroom, finding more knowledge in his teachers than in his father.  But his life had taken such a drastic turn around two years ago.  His father’s sudden death left no one else that could take over his job.  Either he stepped in, or his family would lose the business.  He couldn’t let that happen.

He could feel the tension
settling on his shoulders.  He stretched, trying to relieve it. He pulled opened the bottom right drawer of her desk and pulled out a cell phone.  With a sigh, he flipped it open and he hit the speed dial one button, and then pressed send. 

It rang two time
s, as usual, before it was answered by a familiar sultry voice.

“
Hello, member 326,” the woman spoke softly.  “How can we help you this evening?”

“I want a new girl,” he said.  He needed something to take his mind off everything, including Sara. 

“Yes, sir,” the woman said.  “With the usual services?”

“No,” he said. 
Tonight he was in the mood for something entirely new.  “Send me a surprise.”

“As you wish, sir
,” the voice said before the phone hung up.

He set the phone back in the drawer and leaned back in the chair of his desk.  He hit the intercom button on his desk phone and waited for his secretary to answer.  She was a crotchety old lady that involved herself in his affairs far too often.  She had been his father’s secretary for nearly hi
s entire career.  She was almost like a mom to him, and as much as he wanted to get away from her, he just couldn’t bring himself to fire her.

“Yes, Mr. Banks?” she said, her
old voice crackling.  It had taken him months to get her to call him by his last name.  Mr. Banks wasn’t always the statuesque picture of athletic perfection that he was now. It was one of her favorite pastimes to bribe him with candy bars while calling him her ‘chubby wubby cheeks’.  That had naturally become shortened over the years to ‘chubby wubbs’.  She apparently thought that Mr. Wubbs was an appropriate name for him, and it took a considerable amount of persuasion and a pay raise to convince her otherwise.

“You can go home for the evening,” he said.  The last thing he wanted was for her to see what he did
with his evenings.  “Bring in a set of fresh sheets before you do.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, before the inter
com clicked off.  A short moment later she entered the room with a fresh, folded pile of sheets. 

“Working late agai
n,” she said, as she shuffled over to his desk, “your father would be so proud of you Wubbs.”

“
I’m afraid not everyone in this company feels that way,” he said.

“Well,” she said,
her wrinkled hand resting reassuredly on his shoulder, “you can’t please everyone.  I’ll make up the bed for you before I go.”

“No,” he said, standing up from the desk suddenly.  “I’ll do it.  Just leave the sheets on the counter there.”

“Alright, alright,” she said, holding a wrinkled hand to him.  “You don’t have to get so excited.”

“I just,” he
tried to cover himself, “it’s late.  You should get home.  I’m fine here.”

“Ok,” she said, plopping the sheets onto the counter.  “Don’t forget to eat yourself some dinner
, dear.”

“I will,” he said with a small smile as she shuffled out of the office, closing the door behind her.  He looked at his watch.  It was late.  The girl would arrive soon, and he had to prepare. 

Mr. Banks sat on the leather couch in the middle of his office, sipping at a half full glass of whiskey
.  He swirled the honey colored liquid while his mind wandered to Sara, as it often had over the past few days. He found it difficult to teach a glass with her watching him, learning from him.

He glanced at his watch.  The girl should be arriving any
moment.  Madame Gwen had an access card for the entire building on file so the girl could come and go without any fuss.  He liked to keep things as simple as possible.  He heard heels clicking on the marbled floors outside of his office, followed by a soft knock.

“Come,” he said,
his deep voice booming around the office.  He raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip.  The door opened slowly, and two exotic beauties stepped in, closing the door behind them.  They silently entered the room and closed the door behind them.  One was a lily skinned Asian beauty with shiny blue black hair.  The other was Indian, with large chocolate eyes that sat in the middle of a square face framed by long, thick brown hair.  They both wore knee length trench coats and black heels.  He was intrigued.

“You will remain silent unless I tell you to speak,” he said,
more out of habit than anything else.

The girls looked back and forth between each other and back at him.  The Asian girl stepped forward with a small bow and a smile.

“So sorry,” she said with a heavy accent, “No English.”

He looked at the other girl with an arch in his brow.  She simply shrugged and shook her head.
He had to give Madame Gwen’s credit. This was just the thing he needed to take his mind off work, and Sara.  A smile curled on his lips as he set his glass on the table and stood up.  He beckoned for the girls to come closer to him with a wave of his hand. The girls looked at each other, shared a giggle, and complied.

“What is your name?” he asked the Asian girl as she came close to him.  The girl puckered her lips and shook her head
that she didn’t understand. 

“Name,” he said slowly, pointing at her.  Her eyes brightened
and her face lit up.

“
Kiku,” she said with a smile and a short bow.  She looked at the other girl and gave her a nod.

“
Jaya,” the other girl said with a tilt of her head. 

He grabbed
Kiku by the wrist, gently pulling her flush with his body.  She was shy, but still pliable to his demands.  He put her hand against his chest.

“Undress me,” he
said.  He moved Kiku’s hands to the buttons of his shirt so that she could understand his instructions.  She caught on, and worked quickly to remove his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the ground.  She kneeled in front on him, a smile on her face as she looked up at him, her fingers fiddling with the buckle of his belt. 

“Come
here,” he said holding his hand out to Jaya.  She put her smaller, manicured hand into his and squeaked in surprise when he yanked her suddenly to him.  One hand hooked around her waist, while the other reached for the belt of her jacket.  He pulled it open to reveal a toned, olive-skinned body beneath.  Jaya bit seductively at her lower lip as she stared up at him, watching as he enjoyed the sight of her. 

Kiku
managed to get his pants down and was preparing to remove his boxer briefs when he stopped her, his hand wrapping in her silky black hair. He gently pulled her to her feet and removed her overcoat as well.  He backed away, admiring the wonderful sight that stood before him.  His body reacted readily, already fully prepared to give both girls pleasure. 

“Show me what you can do,” he said, sitting down on the couch and picking up his glass.  These were beautiful women.  But he paid for more than just beauty.  He paid for talent, and tonight he wanted the full experience.

“You are a
good little whore,” Daniel taunted Krista with a half smirk on his face as he raked the edge of a long knife against her skin.  He pressed the point slowly into her, just barely to the point of drawing blood before he pulled it away.  She tried to hide her fear.  Tried to act like she was ok, but he could see the truth in her eyes.  She feared him, feared what he would do to her next.

Krista had never felt such a rush
.  The fear worked together with her desire to push her arousal to a new height.  Her client had been torturing her for the better part of three hours.  He would touch her, play with her, until she was aching to receive him.  Then he would make her beg him for it before leaving her entirely unsatisfied to cool down and start the process all over again. 

“Say it,” he said, placing the edge of the knife to the pounding pulse point in her neck. 

“Please,” she choked out, trying to swallow her fear, “I want you.”

“That’s good,” he said, trailing the knife
down her chest and around the swell of her breast.  He dragged the tip to the perky pink bud in the center and poked at it slightly.  “But I’m afraid that’s not good enough.”

“I’m a whore,” she said, squealing and trying to pull away from the
sting of the knife sticking into her nipple.  “and I need your…”

“Say it,” he said, his voice harsh as he pushed the point further into her
nipple when she hesitated, drawing a drop of blood.

“Your…
” Krista fought to get the words out.  She knew she had to say it, or he would never stop.  “Your big cock fucking me.”

“
Very good, Krista,” he said.  He dropped the knife.  His hands wrapped around her hips and he buried himself inside of her with a single rough thrust.  The moan that left her lips was echoed by a gasp as she realized he had used her real name.

“Do you honestly think I don’t know who you are?” he said
as he continued to fuck her.  One hand moved from her hip to tangle in her hair, pulling her head back with a yank.

The sensations that wracked her body were too much.  She couldn’t think,
couldn’t worry about how he knew her real name.  The pleasure that mixed with the pain was so mind numbingly erotic, she didn’t even care.

“I know a lot about you, Krista,” he said, as his strokes became even more wild and
unyielding.  He focused on her eyes, watching for the shock and fear that he knew would be there.  He wasn’t disappointed. 

“I know you have a pink bedspread on the bed in your downto
wn apartment,” he said.

His hands wrapped around her throat.  He squeezed softly, feeling her windpipe, so vulnerable, so easily crushed.  He was so close, and as he watched her eyes s
lowly blacking over, he came inside her with a heavy grunt. 

Mr. Banks watched with a
goofy smile plastered on his face, and an ever growing bulge, in his lap as Jaya did a backbend, kicking her legs over her head and coming back down to the floor in a surprisingly graceful, slow motion, back flip.  Kiku stood beside her with a cheery little smile, clapping her hands together and bouncing in excitement as Jaya showed off her acrobatic skills.  Kiku was nearly as good, and had previously twisted herself into a little naked pretzel.  The giddiness of the girls was contagious and Mr. Banks very quickly found his spirits lifted.  Now he was ready for some real fun.  This was just what he needed to melt away the pressures that he had taken on lately.

He waved the girls over to him
, but they became suddenly shy again.  He grabbed Kiku by the wrist, and pulled her into his lap.  She gasped and broke into giggles as he tickled her lightly. 

“
I make you happy now, sir?” Kiku said.  She batted her lidded eyes at him and nodded her head emphatically.  Her enthusiasm was absolutely adorable and Mr. Banks couldn’t force himself to say no, even if he wanted to.  She slid down his legs and landed on the floor in front of him.  Her slender fingers hooked under the band of his boxer briefs and tugged on them.  He lifted his hips to allow her to remove them and lolled his head back onto the top of the couch behind him as the warm, wet, pleasure of Kiku’s mouth surrounded him.