THERE WAS A CERTAIN SATISFACTION in knowing what someone wanted and being able to provide it. The idea of such a service was simple enough. People want things—things they can’t necessarily procure directly—and I get them for them.
But the other, less obvious aspect of what I did that set me apart was knowing without having to be told. For my clients, having a true middleman—one who saw to their needs without advertisement—gave a sense of plausible deniability. They hadn’t asked for the drugs or the girls, and they hadn’t directly summoned me to help them with their need to hide money. They’d hired me for a party. Simple as that—at least, in their minds.
But not asking and still partaking was not a guiltless crime. It wouldn’t hold up in a court of law—that, I could guarantee—but that wasn’t something I pointed out to our clients. They got to feel good and somehow, morally abdicated. And I got to know the truth—and make money.
Ari Simon, in particular, had a proclivity for male domination. He wanted weak females who bent to his will in every aspect. It was obvious in the way he treated female colleagues and his general air of superiority. He supported many causes, this charity benefit a prime example, so he felt justified in his own prejudices. As if one somehow made up for the other.
A crock of horseshit if ever I’d heard one.
But judging people didn’t give Wonderland money or power. And money and power were everything. Anyone who said otherwise was blindly hopeful or lying.
Katie and Caterina, two of Wonderland’s pleasure girls, danced for Ari and Stephen, his best friend, without speaking. They didn’t challenge or command like they did with other clients but instead, waited for direction. I’d briefed them directly about Ari’s needs beforehand.
I didn’t traditionally deal in the mundane, but no one read people like I did, and I trusted no one to convey the details I could.
Even Jessie Cat embellished, let her own feelings guide her in the instruction of her “girls.” But that wasn’t what made fully satisfied clients.
Plus, Ari liked to be watched, and he trusted me more than anyone in the organization not to spread that around.
A soft knock sounded on the door before it opened a crack. Alex peered nervously into the room with two chilled bottles of champagne, resting one on each hip. When her wide eyes met mine, I gestured her inside with the curl of a finger from my spot on the adjacent sofa.
Ari spared her a quick glance as she stepped inside and shut the door, but he quickly returned his attention to Katie—who had on fewer clothes and had her focus entirely on him.
To him, Alex was just a waitress, here to serve drinks. Nothing less and nothing more.
“Come here,” I ordered softly, allowing myself a moment to look at the heaving skin of her soft breasts. They spilled almost precariously from her top, all supple, full, and flawless tanned skin.
As she stopped in front of me, I wiped a droplet of water from her hip with my thumb. Whether it was condensation from the bottles or the result of a spilled drink, I didn’t know, but the skin underneath it felt silky and warm.
“Have a seat.”
She met my demand without hesitation. I was the only familiar thing in the room, and my authority was something she could count on. I’d yet to lead her astray, so following orders felt like the safest move. Every inch of her body screamed it.
It wasn’t until she noticed the two gentlemen sitting on the couch across from us, hard cocks out and ready as two of my pleasure girls kneeled in front of them, that her heart started beating faster, visible in a vibrating flutter in her neck. I heard Alex’s breath catch as Katie and Caterina both took the men into their mouths.
When Alex finally exhaled again, it was heavy with both arousal and unrest, and a full ten seconds had passed. The image of two strangers getting sucked to climax by willing but compensated women was vivid, I knew. Even I couldn’t properly describe the difference in live action and watching something like porn. It was voyeuristic and taboo, and maybe most prominently, you were faced with knowing they knew you were watching.
I pressed my thigh against hers as my hard cock made an obvious bulge in my pants.
Her eyes fell to it as if summoned, and I longed to put my hand to her throat to feel her thrumming pulse.
“Are you next?” she blurted, her voice rough to the point of scratchy.
I put my hand to her bare knee and savored the feel of her sleek skin. “Only if you’re offering,” I asserted.
“Um…” she murmured, her innocent, sea-blue eyes so wide I feared they’d take over her face. “No, thanks.”
My cheeks lifted as the corners of my mouth curved into a smirk.
“So quick to answer,” I said with a tsk. “You didn’t even really think about it.”
“No, no,” she denied quietly. “I thought about it.”
“You thought about it?” I teased. “In your fantasy, was I heavy in your mouth, little Alex?”
She blushed from head to toe, jerking to look away. Unfortunately for my innocent little flower, what lay in wait was no less scandalous. Ari breathed heavily as he yanked Katie’s head up and down the length of his shaft with a fist in her hair. Stephen sat back while Caterina did all the work, but both scenes were that of pure, carnal bliss.
I leaned deeply into the heat of Alex’s rigid body and spoke directly in her ear. “Do you like to watch?”
She shook her head, but she clutched at the meat of her thighs with her hands. She’s lying.
“Do you like to be watched?” I asked. I stayed in her space as her surprised eyes turned to mine, bringing our lips only inches apart.
“No,” she whispered, and this time, I didn’t doubt her sincerity.
A hint of a smile bloomed in my throat and spread to just one corner of my mouth.
“Have you had enough, little one?” I inquired softly. She nodded.
“Okay,” I acquiesced, leaning back away from her and once again resting my back on the plush rise of the couch. “Why don’t you get back to work?”
She stood immediately, and I reached out to the smooth, bare skin of her thigh. Up and down the skin at the back of her knee and five inches higher, I stroked her—just once.
She shivered.
“Thank you, Alex.”
Her eyes held mine fiercely. “You’re welcome, Matt.”
At the uninvited vision of her saying that to me from her knees, my come smeared across her flushed mouth, I knew with painful awareness I’d be hard all fucking night.