CHAPTER 7

LEATHER PANTS

BEN

I like plants. Plants are easy. Plants don’t want anything other than the basic necessities from you. They don’t care what you look like. They don’t need a label for your relationship. They don’t want to change you. They don’t form angry riots and throw drinks in your face. They sit silently and produce oxygen. Plants are better than people.

I can’t stop thinking about that bitch last night. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about her that just rubs me the wrong way. And the right way. Her tits were so soft and firm at the same time. They were real for sure. I’d never seen tits that perfect. My dick would slide between them like a hot knife through butter. I would give her a pearl necklace when I was done. And her ass when she was walking away? Damn. It hypnotized me like a lava lamp. I could watch those cheeks bounce all day.

Too bad she’s a royal bitch. And engaged to some guy who probably doesn’t have a clue how to fuck her. I’m still going to rub one out to her tonight.

God, she’s right. I am a pervert.

My front door opens and I know it’s Steed letting himself in. Mr. T somersaults from running too fast. Those two cuddle up on the couch. He’s wearing his T-shirt that says “Pimp” on it. Mr. T not Steed. I toss a bottle of water at Steed and take the chair next to him.

“What’s up with your face?” He takes a break from scratching my ferret’s head to open his bottle.

I groan. “A misunderstanding with a prissy bitch last night.” She has a hell of an arm. And other assets.

He moves Mr. T off his lap, but the ferret climbs right back on. “Oh, I need to hear this story.”

I take a sip of my water. “There’s no story. She thought I was trying to come onto her and she whacked me. Like I said, a misunderstanding.”

“Were you trying to come onto her? Or come in her?”

I groan again. “You’re the type of person who should be getting hit. No, I wasn’t hitting on her. She was wearing one of those stupid ‘bride to be’ crowns.”

The phone rings. Not my phone, but the other one. I haven’t returned it to Stephanie yet this morning and she’s probably calling to yell at me.

I click the green button. “Good morning, Stephanie.”

“Benjamin.”

I swear she says my name just to say my name.

“I have a request from one of my clients for you.”

This is good. I’m so tired, but I’ve been working these parties almost every night. My dad has his surgery this week and it’s mostly paid for.

“What night is it?” It doesn’t even matter. I don’t have anything planned at night. My schedule revolves around these parties and making money.

“It’s tonight and this one is a different type of job. It’s a private party. Keep this phone and I’ll text you the address.”

I’m not sure why this is different. “All the parties have been private parties, I thought.”

She’s quiet for a second. “This will be a party for only you and the client.”

Sounds boring, but whatever. It’s another grand in the bank. At some point I’m sure Stephanie’s gonna want me to fill out some paperwork so she can claim all these payments on her taxes.

“This client is…particular and requires special attention, so the job pays $5,000.00. Javier will be there at 7:00 p.m. Don’t be late.”

She disconnects the call before I can say anything. Five grand? That covers the rest of the surgery cost, plus Jacob’s half. I don’t know what I did to deserve this luck.

“That your warden?” Steed asks.

“Yeah. I mean, no. She’s not my warden.” I’m still a little stunned from the news. “I have a party tonight that pays five grand.”

His eyes go wide. “Dude, nothing pays $5,000.00 unless you have to get rid of a body at the end of a night. What does she have you doing?”

He’s an idiot. “I told you. I just go to parties and flirt with women.”

“This makes no sense.”

He has to ruin everything. “Man, my dad has cancer. I need this money. I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

Mr. T burrows into his shirt. “You better make sure this is a gift and not a curse.”

***

Javier rings the doorbell at exactly 7:00. Our conversations have become routine now. He hands me the box and goes to sit in the car. I undress and open the box.

You’ve got to be kidding me. A pair of shiny black briefs sit on top. I toss those aside and find worse below. The button down linen shirt is fine, but the pants are the worst I’ve seen. They’re leather with snaps down both sides. I can’t imagine who would wear this.

It’s $5,000.00, Ben. Suck it up and put on the ugly pants.

I listen to myself and put the whole outfit on. I’ve never been so uncomfortable. I lock up and go out to the car. I can see Javier pressing his lips together in the mirror. He’s trying not to laugh.

Five smackers, Ben. You can change when you get home.

He drives me across town to a large home. I step out and lean back in to talk to Javier. “I’ll text you when the party’s over.”

He looks ahead to the street in front of him. “Ms. Blakely said to pick you up at 6:00 a.m. on the dot, sir.”

“She did?” She could’ve mentioned this party would go all night. Maybe that’s why it pays more. “Okay.”

I walk up and ring the bell. To say I’m surprised when Juliana answers doesn’t quite cover it. She’s wearing a long black lace gown that’s totally see-through and a black robe on top that gives her even less coverage. The look works for her.

“Ben, I was so embarrassed with how I left things with you that I had to invite you over and make it up to you.”

I’m still standing on her porch. “Yeah. Um. Okay. That’s a good idea.” All the blood is in my other head and I sound like a boy seeing a naked lady for the first time.

She moves so I can come in and I just follow the direction my boner is taking me.

“Would you like a drink?” She’s standing in her entryway smirking and the bright lights cut right through her nightgown.

“Sure.” I’ve had women throw themselves at me, but Juliana is different. She’s a force of nature.

She hands me a glass of brown liquid. I don’t even ask what it is; I just drink it.

She swallows her drink, too. “Why don’t we cut through the boring small talk and go straight to the bedroom?”

I nod like a puppet. My dick nods, too. I was in a brief relationship a few months ago and that was the last time my poor dick has felt anything other than the touch of my hand. I didn’t mean to go this long, but life got in the way. I hope I don’t blow my load in two seconds.

I follow her down a short hallway to a set of double doors. She pushes them open and I stop. Candles are every-fucking-where. It looks like she’s about to make the worst music video. Juliana’s intense. I knew that going in. But she’s hot and she wants to fuck me. I want her to fuck me, so we have that in common.

She points to this giant four poster bed that almost touches the ceiling. “Get on the bed and lie on your back.”

I thought tonight was going to be boring, but it’s the opposite. I just hope Stephanie doesn’t find out I banged one of her clients. She’ll kill me.

Juliana stands by the foot of the bed. “Close your eyes.”

I’m not even thinking for myself anymore. I’m just blindly following instructions. I feel her take my left ankle and remove my shoe. Something tight wraps around my ankle and all I can tell is that it’s not her hand anymore. I feel her take off my right shoe and I crack one eye open.

“No peeking!” She swats my thigh so hard I jump. I don’t want to be a pussy, but slapping someone in leather pants is irresponsible.

I feel her straddling me. This is more like it. I’m scared to open my eyes, so I keep them closed. She takes my right wrist and puts it over my head. I feel something slip over my hand and tighten around my wrist.

Now my eyes pop wide open. I look over in time to see her fastening a leather cuff around my left wrist. “Oh, wait. Hold on!” I sound like a pussy. I can hear it. I try to sit up, but one hand and my legs are tied to the posts at the ends of the bed.

She sits back on her heels. “Am I going to have to blindfold you, Ben?”

“I, uh, I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing.” I don’t even know what else to say.

She laughs, but it sounds fake. “This kind of thing is a normal, healthy method of pleasure. Do you want to leave?” She grinds herself against me. “It doesn’t feel like you want to leave.”

Fuck, she’s right. “It’s just unexpected, that’s all.” I can do kinky. I’ve just never been on this end of it. I don’t have a fragile male ego. I can let a woman take charge.

“Are you in or are you out, Ben?” She tosses the robe to the floor and pulls the gown over her head.

“I’m in.” I might regret this later, but I’m in. I’m so damn in.

“Good.” She grabs my shirt collar and rips it open. Buttons bounce across the floor. She scoots back until she’s kneeling between my spread legs. She pulls open my pants on one leg and then the other. At least these ugly pants were good for something. Juliana reaches for something on the nightstand. She’s got a huge pair of scissors when she’s back in view.

“Time out again! What are those for?” Please don’t be dick-cutting scissors.

She huffs while I pull against the restraints. She doesn’t say anything. She just uses the scissors to cut each side of these awful briefs.

She leans over to the nightstand again. “No more questions.” She shows me the ball gag in her hand. “I’ll write you a check for an extra two grand if you stop asking questions.”

Is she serious right now? She’s going to pay me for shutting up? That would make a dent in the chemo bill dad’s going to have. I nod at her.

She shoves the gag into my shocked mouth and fastens it around the back of my head.

My stupid dick doesn’t care how embarrassing this is. He’s still rock hard.

“Now, you have something in your mouth, so it’s only fair I put something in mine.” She moves down and slides her plump lips around the head of my cock.

Well. Here I am. Gagged and tied to a bed. I knew it. I fucking knew it.