Chapter 24

After Brad finishes his work around 11 p.m., he typically goes back up to his room, turns everything off, goes to the bar for a drink of fine scotch, then goes back to his room, sometimes with, and sometimes without, a woman. This is his usual routine whenever he stays at this hotel, and the staff is accustomed to it.

Now, as he drinks his scotch, he reflects on how lonely he’s been for most of his life, but especially since Kelly died. Life has felt bland, boring, uneventful, and all about work, partying and maintaining his status.

As far as women go, he’s spent most of his life either calling high-class escorts to suck him off or do kinky things with him. Or he has gone to ballets and looked for some young thing who reminded him of Kelly.

He’d take them home, make them feel special, and relive those memories of times long gone.

Anyone who he thought might be an option turned out to just be using him for his money. He’s lost all trust in women these days, and really doesn’t want much to do with pretending.

Normally, if Jane weren’t here, he’d call a woman up to come down to the restaurant. He would have the staff go home so he could have the place to himself so he could ask her to wear a black garter belt, thin, black stockings, and no panties so he could lift her skirt up and fuck her quickly and easily.

He would drip expensive champagne all over her tits and lick it off of her body. He would then jerk off all over her and have her drink his come as it’s spewing out of him.

He’s not sure why he’s investing so much in Jane. He knows he could probably find a way to woo her or anyone else into bed quicker than this, and less expensively. He feels so turned on since they were down at the beach. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he wants Jane badly, but right now, he just wants someone to fuck hard and fast.

It’s uncanny how much Jane looks like Kelly. Brad seriously wonders if he’s getting all confused and having these deeper feelings for Jane for all the wrong reasons. Maybe she’ll just be another disappointment, and will turn into another greedy young woman only looking out for her career.

Brad throws back two scotches and pours another. There is a tall, slender woman in the corner of the restaurant sipping on a vodka martini. Her legs are crossed, she’s wearing a short, tight fitting, black skirt, no stockings, and a tight fitting tank top. She has dark-brown hair and beautiful, bright-red lipstick.

She looks up at Brad and back down to her napkin, twiddling it in her fingers. Her nails are long and painted red. Brad looks at her intently, the scotch getting to his head. She sees him and smiles, then nods slightly as if to say she is interested in him.

Brad walks over to her table and asks if he can sit down. He wonders why she is there alone. He’s never seen her at this hotel before.

“Hey, I’m Brad,” he says, holding out his hand to shake hers.

“Carla,” she says, confidently shaking his hand in return, holding it longer than necessary.

So Carla, I’ve never seen you here before,” he inquires.

“Yes, it’s my first time. I’ve heard you come here often,” she says.

“Oh, you have, have you?” he smiles, flattered that she knows him.

“Yes, let’s just say you have many friends who look out for you,” she smiles.

“Really? Whatever do you mean?” Brad says, truly curious now.

“Brian sent me to see you. It’s, shall we say, an early birthday gift,” she whispers in his ear, then rubs his leg on the inside, making her way up to his crotch.

“Ah, I see. Well, Ms. Carla, it seems you have caught me at just the right time,” Brad says, holding her hand at his cock and pressing it onto him.

“See, I’ve been feeling horny all night and dreaming about having a good fuck. Are you the woman for me, tonight?” he asks directly.

“Why do you think I wore a black negligée underneath this with pink ribbons, your favorite outfit?” she says, pulling down her shirt to show him her bustier. “No one’s around. They all went home. Want a little taste of these titties while you finish your drink?” she entices.

Nothing turns Brad on more than sexy undergarments, a woman who talks dirty, and the taste of booze all mixed together. He looks down into her voluptuous tits and his cock gets harder.

She strokes him harder, unzips his pants, and grabs his cock. “Come on, big boy, give it to me right over there on that table.”

Normally, Brad would jump all over this woman, tearing off her clothes and fucking her right then and there, but he can’t get Jane out of his mind. Her beautiful face, the way she makes him feel, her soft skin, and sweet nature. The way she challenges him and is straightforward. How she dances and moves, and those tender kisses drive him wild. Her willingness to trust him so easily, and how she does whatever he wants.

Brad goes soft. He doesn’t know what’s happening to him. Talk about looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“What’s wrong, Brad, you don’t like me?” Carla says, feeling a bit disappointed.

“No, it’s not that. I’ve got something on my mind. Don’t worry, baby. Just keep doing what you’re doing. It feels good,” he says.

No matter what Carla does, Brad still can’t get it up.

“Look, you’ll still get paid. Neither of us needs to tell anyone it didn’t happen, okay?” Brad says, embarrassed this could get back to Brian. “You’re sexy and then some, and it’s nothing to do with you, doll.”

“Well, you’ve got a freebie for next time, if you want,” Carla says. She had half-hoped she could give Brad the time of his life so she could have him as a regular client. Dropping off her business card, she says, “Call me if you want something,” then walks away.

Brad leans back on the chair, feeling stunned and exasperated with himself.

My God, Brad, you just turned down a hot chick for some young virgin you hardly know. What the fuck is wrong with you?

He gets up, downs his scotch, and heads back up to his hotel room.