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The dates weren’t as bad as one might think.
Genevieve explained early on that it was our choice who we went out with. It’s our choice what we do on those dates. If the client wanted more than we were comfortable with, we graciously refused. Either way, we still got paid and more than handsomely.
When I first realized what the job being offered to me entailed, I balked. But after listening to Genevieve and the girls, and realizing that I would, in fact, be the one in charge of whatever direction the date headed and still get a fat envelope of cash at the end of the night, I became more and more comfortable.
Sure, I never expected to end up being essentially a high-class call girl, but I was able to spend one or two nights a week spending time with a classy gentleman and being treated like a princess, taken out to the finest restaurants, plays, and whatever other engagements Genevieve’s ‘friends’ (as she was fond of calling them) needed to attend with a beautiful woman by their side. It was always a good time.
They would pay me, and I would go home and sculpt.
Sure, so far there had been a few boring business dinners I had been asked to endure, but receiving ten thousand dollars - yes, ten! - at the end of the night made it all worth it. It certainly made it more exciting.
Tonight, I was being picked up by a limo and driven to meet a handsome oil barren that was in town from Texas. I had seen pictures of him, but tonight would be the first time I had met him in person. Most of Genevieve’s friends were handsome and rich, the kind of men who didn’t have time for conventional relationships and also happened to possess obscene amounts of disposable income that they didn’t think anything of spending a tiny portion of it on a gorgeous, engaging companion for the evening.
Sometimes, the clients wanted sex, but a lot of the time, it was all for appearances. Perhaps they had a client they were trying to impress. Or, maybe they were trying to prove something to a colleague or make another woman jealous. Whatever it was they needed, if we were comfortable with providing it, and the price was right, then we were committed to making them happy, but completely within our own boundaries.
So we weren’t selling sex, we were selling companionship.
And, tonight, it just so happened that I received a free dinner at Scarpetta, one of the fanciest restaurants in Beverly Hills and a handsome sum in exchange for that companionship.
It all made perfect sense to me.
After going on dozens of dates for Genevieve, I had only had sex with three men so far. And nobody else had complained. In fact, it hadn’t even really come up that often. Every guy I said no to had been completely respectful. Men with that amount of money know they can get sex easily by other means, most of them have women throwing themselves at their feet, but they hired us for other reasons.
We weren’t unpredictable. While we were indeed going out with them for their money, we didn’t have any interest in marrying them and then taking half of their fortunes in an ugly divorce. We wouldn’t embarrass them with emotional outbursts at an important business dinner, nor would we saddle them with an unexpected pregnancy and derail their perfectly planned careers.
I could definitely see the appeal for them. And that’s why I was happy to provide the service.
The hard part was keeping yourself in shape, maintained and perfectly manicured. I was used to it, but girls like Bobbie were constantly complaining about all of the waxing, exfoliating, hair dying and nail polishing involved. She had no problem keeping in shape, spending her free nights at the park playing basketball and running religiously every single morning. But for Dakota, exercise wasn’t high on her list of priorities. Luckily for her, she seemed to be able to devour entire pints of ice cream and never gain an ounce.
We all had our challenges.
I spent hours getting ready for this date. I was expected to look and dress perfectly, and since that is what my date was paying for, that was what he would get.
I had spent the morning at the salon getting my hair and nails done. Three mornings ago had been spent enduring the painful process of having my entire body waxed by a tiny Japanese lady that all the girls swore by. Before working for Genevieve, that was one task I had taken on myself, but Genevieve and the girls had insisted I have it done by a professional. There was a huge difference between being completely hair-free and my usual maintenance. It was something that definitely took some getting used to.
The only addition to my wardrobe that was necessary was some extra-lacy lingerie and a few pairs of sexy new heels. While I owned lots of fancy dresses and shoes, I tended to lean towards jeans and my beloved leather boots. These days, my dates almost all required nice dresses and heels. It made me appreciate my comfortable boots even more.
I didn’t just like nice things - I liked comfortable nice things. The beauty over comfort philosophy had always baffled me.
Today was one of those days. As I slid my body into a slinky, bright red, wrap-around dress that hugged the curves of my hips perfectly, I found myself feeling for the first time that this felt like work. After inspecting myself in the mirror, I removed my lacey panties, hating the panty line they were creating.
While I loved the fancy dinners and nightlife, I would much rather have a nice night at Genevieve’s watching a movie and drinking wine with the girls in my comfortable boots and not these stiletto heels I was squeezing my feet into.
When I was done putting on my makeup and jewelry, I stared at myself in the full-length mirror in my bedroom. My shoulder-length, platinum blonde hair was full and wavy, and much blonder than I usually wore it. With my bright red lipstick and tall heels, my look was a little reminiscent of a glamorous Marilyn Monroe. I had never been a small, petite girl - my figure was more on the voluptuous and full-figured side. I loved my curves and as I gazed at my reflection, I felt an enormous sense of appreciation for them. I loved being a woman.
Pearl had been watching me all night, but once I began spritzing my signature Chanel No. 5 all over me, she bolted from the room. Once again, I wondered what Genevieve’s mystery fragrance was. I had asked the girls one day and later Genevieve herself, but found that was one thing she was vague about. She told us she had it custom made and shipped over from France, but she wouldn’t reveal the ingredients, claiming it was her signature scent and she didn’t want anyone copying it.
As I sipped a glass of wine, I began feeling a tinge of excitement for the date. So far, I had enjoyed the company of all the men I had seen, and I was sure tonight wouldn’t be any different. Genevieve’s friends were all very dynamic people.
The buzzer sounded through my apartment, and I hurried to the intercom by my front door to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Charles here, ma’am.”
“Hi, Charles! I’ll be right down, thank you!”
Charles was also employed by Genevieve. Chauffeur and incognito bodyguard, he was a valuable part of our company. He was discrete and knowledgeable, and his huge stature was an imposing force. Having him drop us off at our dates was a subtle message to the clients.
I quickly gathered my handbag, stuffed it with my phone, wallet, lipstick, breath mints and condoms, grabbed my keys, turned off the stereo and lights and gave Pearl a kiss before I locked the door and ran down the two flights of stairs to the street.
It was already dark out and the black sheen of the limo shimmered under the street lights. Charles stood by the door waiting patiently.
“Evening, miss.” He was a man of few words but the warmth of his smile and the sparkle in his green eyes had a way of making you feel at ease and secure.
I reached up and kissed his cheek.
“Hi, Charles! It’s great to see you again.”
“You too, miss. You too.”
He opened the door of the limo for me and I slid inside. The smell of leather permeated the air, and when the door closed behind me, I relaxed into the buttery soft seats. As always, classical music poured through the speakers and a full bar sparkled in front of me.
The ride to the restaurant would take about fifteen minutes, so I poured myself a short glass of bourbon, added two ice cubes, and sipped slowly as I watched the city fly by outside of the tinted windows. I loved the fact that I could see out but nobody could see in.
As we pulled up to the restaurant, I quickly finished my drink and checked my lipstick and hair. My red lipstick was bright, but it matched my dress and nails perfectly. I popped a mint in my mouth and closed my purse right before Charles opened the door for me.
Smiling, I exited the limo legs first, clutching Charles’ outstretched hand and pulling myself up to my full height. I looked up at Charles and smiled.
“Thank you for the ride, Charles.”
“Of course, miss. Call me if you need me, or if you need a ride home later. Otherwise, I will see you next time. Have a wonderful evening, miss.”
“You do the same, Charles.”
I turned and saw my date smiling and watching me from the front steps. He was even more handsome in person. Since we had both seen pictures of each other, there was no awkward exchanges with someone who might not be who we were there to meet.
We walked toward each other with polite smiles stretched across our faces. His name was Drake Daniels, and we were meeting up with several of his clients.
He was certainly gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. As we exchanged introductions and small talk, I drank in his tall, blonde handsome frame.
“Genevieve has nothing but good things to say about you, Vanessa. And I must say you are even more beautiful in person. I’m confident you are the right lovely lady for tonight. I am trying to convince my clients to invest a very large sum of money into my oil refinery business and I need to project a very put-together image. Having a beauty such as you on my arm will no doubt sky-rocket my chances of obtaining their small fortune.”
He was charming, too. What a bonus.
“Well, I’m glad I can help. Is there anything I should know before we go in?”
“No, not at all. Just be beautiful and pleasant and follow my lead.”
“Of course, Drake. Thank you for inviting me.”
“The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.” He reached out and brought my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss right above my knuckles.
I smiled demurely, feeling a quiver in my stomach at such a gentlemanly gesture. He was lovely.
“Shall we go in?” he asked.
“Yes, let’s.” I smiled up at him, and allowed him to tuck my arm into the crook of his elbow and we turned, ascended the steps and began walking towards the warmly lit building.
The doors opened in front of us and we walked in.
After Drake checked in with the host, we were led to our seats. I wasn’t surprised that Drake would require the best seats in the house.
He definitely seemed to have a handle on what he wanted out of life, and he couldn’t have been much older than me at all. But it wasn’t his youth that made him attractive. Clearly, he was intensely driven by his career and there was something irresistible about men like that. I had always been attracted to men who knew what they wanted, and even more so, the ones who knew how to get it.
Looking at Drake now, as he greeted his colleagues before turning to introduce me, I wondered how things would have worked out if I had met him under different circumstances.
“Vanessa, this is James Morgan and Eileen Morgan.”
“Lovely to meet you both.” I shook their hands and smiled warmly at them.
“You too, Vanessa.” James took my hand, pressing his lips to the back of my palm.
“What a lovely couple you two make!” Eileen said. “How long have you two been dating?”
“Thank you, Eileen. We only recently begun to spend time together,” Drake winked and smiled at her, charm oozing from him. “So, let’s not talk about it, so we don’t ruin the honeymoon phase!”
Everyone laughed politely, and Drake gently took my arm, guiding me to my chair and holding it out for me. I sat down and he sat next to me.
“I am starved!” he exclaimed with a smile.
Drake reached for my hand and intertwined his fingers in mine.
His hand was hot and pulsing against my palm. I crossed my legs, surprised by a faint twinge of arousal. It had been a while since someone had held my hand like that. Like a man. Like my lover.
I enjoyed every moment of it. The night flew by after we ordered. Wine flowed as freely as the conversation and Drake held my hand almost the entire time, periodically looking over at me and gazing into my eyes and smiling. I had to remind myself that none of this was real, and I was only here to play a role.
We made it through the entire dinner with the Morgans pleasantly. We made small talk and they were polite enough to not ask any more questions, for which I was grateful, and I’m sure Drake was too. Before long, we were ordering desert and then Drake was paying the check and we were saying our goodbyes.
At the front door, James took my hand and pressed it to his lips once more.
“Vanessa, it was a lovely meeting you. I hope you can keep this guy in line.” He gestured to Drake, and his wife took his arm.
“I’ll try, James. But you know Drake…” I let my voice trail off, hoping it was the right thing to say.
“Come on, darling. We have to get home. Nice to meet you, Vanessa.” Eileen said, as they walked off.
Drake turned to me and peered into my eyes.
“They seemed very nice,” I said.
“Yes, and you were perfect, thank you.” His voice was deep and low. He reached down and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled up at him.
“Well, I’m glad I could be of service.”
His eyes narrowed as he seemed to mull over his next question.
“Is Vanessa your real name?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I like it. Would you like to get another drink with me? There’s a bar down the street I like to go to sometimes.”
I weighed my options. I could end the date, go home alone and sculpt. Or, I could enjoy the company of a handsome, rich man. Either way, I was getting a fat envelope full of cash at the end of the night.
“I would love that.”
He offered me his arm, and we strolled down the dark street. The streets were crowded with people, and we trailed past them quickly. After a few blocks, we were alone on the dark sidewalk.
“It’s not far from here.”
We turned the corner after another block, and Drake led me into a dimly-lit basement bar. We sat in a booth in the back, and I looked around as he went to the bar to get our drinks.
He was handsome, no doubt. He was debonair, rich, healthy. From what I could tell so far, he would have been the perfect boyfriend for someone. If only it weren’t for that pesky job of his. When he sat down across from me, I almost felt guilty taking his money.
Almost.
God, he was charming! He talked and talked, and all I saw was his perfect lips dancing across his perfect teeth and his sparkling eyes lighting up with passion, about whatever it was he was talking about.
My eyes raked across his body. He had removed his suit jacket when we walked in and his biceps strained against his starched, white shirt. After one drink, he removed his blue tie, and I spied the tip of a tattoo peeking out beneath his shirt. My gaze traveled down his body, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was beneath the expensive clothes that adorned his sculpted body.
“Drake.”
“Yes?” he replied. I had interrupted him, and his eyebrows arched curiously.
“Do you think you got the money? The money you wanted from the Morgans?”
“Yes, I do. I’m fairly certain, that is.” His eyes shined into mine as he gazed at me.
“Good. So, it’s been a successful night, would you say?” I asked, peering deeply into his eyes.
“Absolutely, Vanessa.”
“That’s excellent. That makes me very happy. So, listen,” I said, “I don’t like to beat around the bush. Would you like to finish this evening at your hotel?”
His eyes darkened with arousal as he stared at me seriously, obviously contemplating his words carefully.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replied softly.
“Excellent,” I said. “I hope you will forgive my forwardness.”
I batted my eyes at him slowly, sincerely hoping I hadn’t stepped over the line, but at this point, my pussy was throbbing in anticipation and all I could think about was seeing him naked.
His deep laughter echoed through the bar, and he stood up, grabbed his jacket and tie, took a step towards me, then leaned down again to whisper in my ear.
“Forwardness is actually one of my favorite traits in a woman.”
I smirked, turning and smiling at him. I offered him my hand, stood up and we walked out of the bar, arm in arm, our hips swinging with each simultaneous step we took toward his hotel.
Luckily for my feet, his hotel wasn’t far away. After a few blocks, we entered the plush lobby and headed straight for the elevators. His hand was hot and heavy in mine, and his fingers teased me as they played against my palm as we walked in silence to his room.
I loved this. There was anticipation, without the possibility of rejection. There was passion and desire and newness, all with the promise of decadent satisfaction. I stole a quick glance at Drake, and my pussy quivered with yearning. I knew what he wanted. He knew what I wanted. No games, no posturing, no wondering.
After locking the door behind us, he dropped his jacket and tie, and pushed me against the wall. Our bodies undulated together in a lustful dance of overwhelming desire as his mouth descended on mine, claiming me with the force of his lips, his hot tongue devouring mine.
At this point, I didn’t care about the money. The needs of my body were overtaking all other thoughts and the only thing on my mind was getting Drake’s cock deeply imbedded inside me as quickly as possible.
Moaning, he pushed me onto the bed, and slid the bottom of my dress up and over my hips, exposing my naked pussy. He moaned again as he dove down, inhaling the scent of my desire mixed with a hint of Chanel No. 5 I had placed between my thighs earlier. His hot tongue slid between my lips, finding the hard center of my pleasure and capturing it between his teeth as he began to suck on it gently. Reaching down, I slid my fingers into his hair, pressing him into me. My body quivered with each stroke of his tongue, wanting even more. His moans vibrated against my skin, and as I felt his fingers enter my slick entrance, I pushed even harder against him. The combination of his fingers fucking into me and his suckling mouth sent me quickly over the edge and I cried out as I clenched onto his fingers, my entire body shaking lustfully.
As I softened under him, his mouth met mine, his lips and tongue covered in my sweet juices. I smiled in our kiss as I caught the faint whiff of my perfume on him.
He pulled away from me and clasped the end of the ribbon that was tying my dress together on my left side. Slowly, he untied my dress, and then pushed it apart, exposing the delicate black lace of my bra. I pulled the dress off completely, and threw it on the floor beside the bed, my pussy quivering with anticipation. My breasts rose and fell in the aftermath of such a delicious orgasm, and I smiled up at him, laying there exposed, wearing nothing but my bra and heels and a smile.
I watched as he stood up and while smiling down at me, he removed his shirt, shoes and pants. Like a magnificent god he stood at the end of the bed, a naked specimen of perfection. I wanted to sculpt a complete replica of him. I imagined the feel of his skin in my hands as I caressed his angles and curves as my eyes traveled over every inch of him. The tattoo I spied earlier was a dragon that began on his chest and trailed over his shoulder. My gaze trailed down to his throbbing cock and I gasped at it’s thickness. Heavy and long, it stood between his muscular thighs, ready and hard.
“You’re magnificent, Drake,” I whispered. “Hand me my bag. Condom.”
He nodded, silently retrieving my bag from the floor by the front door. I pulled out the silver package, handing it to him. Quickly, he pulled the condom on his massive erection and then looked at me again.
When I met Drake’s eyes, they flashed with lust as he stared down at me. He slowly moved over me, and I screamed in delight when he drove his throbbing cock into me in one swift movement. I was open, wet, ready. I needed him as much as he needed me and as he rode with me complete abandon, I wrapped my legs around him and held on for the ride.
Pounding into me, his hip bones dug into my thighs, slamming into me over and over as I cried out into the darkness of his hotel room. Faster and faster, his thrusting quickened as I felt my own desire build to a swollen crescendo deep inside my quivering center.
“Drake! Yes! Yes! Yes!” I moaned in his ear. His throbbing manhood thickened, stretching me even further as he sought his own release. Faster and faster he rode me, reaching the edge of pain and pleasure, his seed spilling from him at exactly the same moment that the door of the hotel room burst open, the light from the hallway spilling over our bodies and abruptly pulling us out of the daze of our release.
We screamed simultaneously as three huge men hovered over us. Drake withered inside me, falling from my wetness. He jumped away, finding shelter in a pathetic shaking mess of fear on the floor beside the bed. I glanced at him quickly, my attractiveness for him fading instantly.
Turning back to the intruders, I attempted to cover myself with the blankets. I was answered with laughter, their voices deep and gruff. Leather vests, covered in patches, stretched across their broad shoulders and I began shaking in fear.
“What the hell?” I asked.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the largest one said softly, walking towards my naked body laying on the bed.
“Sorry?” I murmured.
“Yes, I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s only business,” he replied.
It was then that I noticed a bright red cloth in his hand. He quickly pressed one hand behind my head, and used his other hand to press the cloth to my face, covering my nose and mouth with it.
I panicked and squirmed, trying desperately to escape his grip, but the weakness hit me instantly and I fell to the bed in an unconscious, helpless heap.