- Chapter 4
THEO
“That blonde in the shower, we need her,” I said to Jack as we waited for the show to start.
I’d had my eyes on both the blonde and the brunette next to her since they came up on stage. I needed another blonde; they were by far the most requested escorts. Every foreign traveler wanted a blonde haired American woman by his side while he was in town.
The blonde was also short enough that the foreign guys would like her the most. It was sometimes hard to match up a Japanese businessman who was only five feet five inches tall with a girl that he would feel comfortable around. I had to have short cute girls around for them. It was also great to have girls that weren’t stick thin all the time. Although most women thought they had to be perfectly thin to attract guys or work as an escort, the truth was that a woman with curves always got more dates. Guys liked curvy women.
The brunette, well that one I wanted for myself, at least at first. She could move into the escort business later, but I wanted my time with her. My body instantly reacted when I saw her on stage in that shower. My cock pounded full of blood as I looked into her brilliant blue eyes. We were at least 50 feet from the stage, and I could see that her eyes were blue, that was crazy.
Normally I didn’t sleep with the girls that I wanted to hire, but I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of this girl naked. I even imagined the possibility that I wouldn’t try to recruit her at all.
I didn’t have much time for real dating, though, and it wasn’t likely any woman would be understanding of my business. So most of the time, I just couldn’t date like a normal person.
She moved with much more shyness than her friend, so I doubted I would be able to convince her to be an escort right away or maybe ever. But that was fine with me if she decided she didn’t want to do that; I’d be happy to keep her for myself.
It struck me as odd that I kept thinking about having the brunette for myself. Normally, that just wasn’t me. But there was something about that girl that sent my nerves into overdrive. As I watched her move on the stage, I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would me like to have her riding my cock.
“You want the brunette too?” Jack asked.
“I’m not sure. She looks pretty timid.”
“She’s on stage, in a shower, dancing for a thousand people. What exactly about that makes her seem shy?”
“I’m not sure. There’s just this disconnect with her. I bet the blonde will say yes right away. You go after her. I’ll work on the brunette.”
“Alright Theo, but try not to get swept up in those eyes.”
“I know, they are crazy blue.” I agreed that it was possible for me to get swept up in them.
I had to laugh. Jack knew me so well. I loved a woman’s eyes. They were a powerful entry point to her soul, and I felt like I could tell a lot about a woman just by how she looked at people.
Confidence wasn’t all about how you looked or talked, there was a lot to say for making eye contact with someone. When I talked to potential women, I always paid attention to their eyes and if they could maintain eye contact. Someone who couldn’t even look me in the eyes, wasn’t going to do as well as a girl who could maintain eye contact and have a conversation. As much as men liked curves on a woman, they liked a woman who could hold a conversation too. Most of these guys were hiring a girl to take with them to a special event; they wanted a woman who would wow their friends and make everyone jealous on every possible level.
When the dance was over, I sent Jack to the stage door to watch for the girls. He could get them and bring them back to me. I never liked to seem as though I was the one chasing after them. But Jack didn’t really mind it at all. In fact, I think sometimes Jack liked that he got to pick the girls out and bring them to me. But on this night, I had already decided that the brunette was going to be mine.
About fifteen minutes passed, and I noticed the brunette was back up on stage. She had changed into a tiny little dress, and her hair was combed out, but it was definitely her. There was no hiding her brilliant blue eyes.
She looked tired as she danced on the stage off to my left. I watched her face for a moment before she turned around and faced the back of the stage. Her ass moved with the beat, and I felt my cock throb with a desire to slide inside of that perfect round ass of hers. She had my full attention, and I didn’t look away for the duration of her dance.
The white dress glowed in the club lighting, and her curves were shown off perfectly. I was mesmerized by her body as her dance moves enthralled me. It was more than just a dance; I felt her body like it was up next to mine and imagined what it would feel like to have my hands on her as she danced. Oh, I was certainly going to get my hands on that body later that night.
“Hey Theo, this is Isabella. Her friend Abigail is the brunette,” Jack said.
“It’s nice to meet you, Isabella. You are absolutely stunning, but I suppose Jack has already told you that,” I said as I shook her hand gently.
“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, too.”
“We are going to go dance, I’ll catch you later,” Jack said as he pulled Isabella away.
Jack seemed to be pretty into Isabella as they ran off to the stage, but then again, Jack fell for all the girls he helped recruit. He couldn’t help himself and constantly thought each and every one of them was the next love of his life. The problem was when they started working as escorts and making money, they all moved on and left him. It was a sad cycle, especially since Jack always talked about wanting to get married and have babies. He was a married guy trapped in a single guy’s lifestyle.
“Grab Abigail for me when she gets done. She has another forty-five minutes,” Isabella said as she moved behind Jack toward the dance floor.
Another 45 minutes? That sounded exhausting to me. I was impressed, though. This Abigail had some serious stamina if she could dance for as long as she had been. I wrestled with the idea of just recruiting her instead of flirting with her. The men would love her for sure. Her tight body, big tits, and those fucking eyes. She would be one of my top earners in no time at all. The key would be her personality; if she had a good personality, she could work for the really high-end clients.
My top girls were smart, classy and sweet. They were the combination of every man’s dreams and could have a conversation with almost any type of guy and make him feel special. I’d wait and see if she was able to keep a good conversation; if she could, then I’d have to put her into the rotation. If she were a ditzy girl, I could keep her for myself to play for a bit before I put her into the rotation.
I was tired just watching her, but when she finally got off the stage, I felt the anticipation as I watched the side entrance. It was a good half an hour before she came out, though, and I was about to explode with anticipation. I had totally lost track of Jack and Isabella, but that didn’t matter. I would be just fine getting Abigail to talk to me without them. Women had never been an issue for me.
“That was a long night of dancing; can I buy you a drink?” I said as Abigail walked toward the bar.
“Yes,” she said.
Her brilliant blue eyes looked at me, and she didn’t look away. I was captivated by her. On stage, she had seemed shy and hesitant; yet in front of me, she had confidence that I was totally unprepared for.
Her eye contact was intense as she stood next to me and looked right at me without looking away. She smiled slightly and seemed amused by my efforts to flirt with her. I suspected she had guys flirting and buying her drinks every single night.
“What can I get you?”
“Vodka.”
The surprise on my face was obvious, and I saw a smile flash across hers. Most of the women I talked to weren’t into drinking such a hard liquor. They typically liked fruity mixes or wine spritzers. This girl was a woman after my own heart going straight for the hard stuff and not pulling any punches.
“That’s a mighty strong drink,” I said. “Any mixer in it?”
“Some ice.”
“Ha, okay then.”
“I’ll have two vodka’s on ice,” I ordered from the bartender.
She had hardly said five words to me, yet I was totally in awe of her. Typically women who knew who I was would start gabbing about seeing me in some magazine or some other story they had read about me. The women who didn’t know who I was were equally as chatty but about random other things. Silence just didn’t seem to be most women’s strong suit. But Miss Abigail had a mastery of the silence game that I hadn’t seen in a long time. It fascinated me, intrigued me, and made me want her even more.
When our drinks arrived, Abigail drank hers straight back without even flinching. I followed suit and downed mine right after her. I liked this girl. I liked everything about her. It was so strange; I didn’t know a damn thing about this girl yet felt so comfortable with her that I couldn’t even describe it.
“Hi, I’m Theo. Your friend Isabella said I should keep an eye out for you. Abigail, right?”
“Abby,” she said with a smile.
“You are mesmerizing,” I thought and said at the same time.
“Thank you, Theo.”
She smiled at me as she leaned up against the bar. Her eyes continued to look into me. Not at me, like most people did, her eyes looked right through me. I didn’t care what other conversation we had that night, there was no way I was giving her up. She was going to be mine.
“Are you tired? We can go sit if you’d like.”
“Yes, that would be nice.”
Holding out my arm for her to hold onto, I led her to the back corner table that I’d reserved when I saw her onstage for the second hour. I knew enough about women to know that two hours in hi-heels and dancing was going to leave her ready to put her feet up. Sure, I thought it would be impressive that I had a table waiting for her, but I genuinely wanted her to feel comfortable.
As I slid into the booth, I stayed on the edge so that Abby could decide where she wanted to sit. She could sit across from me on the other end of the booth or she could slide around and sit next to me. I was eager to see where she decided to sit.
Her eyes continued to gaze into mine as she sat across from me; a little disappointment filled my chest. But at least, I would be able to gaze into those amazing eyes as we talked. It would be much harder to talk with her though since the club was so loud.
For the first time in a very long time, I felt nervous as I sat there with Abby and tried to talk to her. It wasn’t like I was the type of guy who normally got nervous around women, but Abby made my nerves stand at attention, as well as my body. She was beautiful and sexy as hell. She had confidence and looked me in the eye like we were equals, and I felt like we were. Normally when I was with a girl, I felt better than her. Not because I actually was better than anyone else, but because of the way they held themselves around me.
If a woman seemed timid or shy, it was normal, but if she was shy and wouldn’t answer questions with confidence, it made me feel like she couldn’t hold a conversation at all. But with Abby, I felt like I was the one who needed to work on impressing her. My normal games weren’t going to work on a girl like her; I could tell that right away.
Then I felt it. She had taken off her shoes and placed her feet between my legs on the seat. My cock thrust into full erect status as one of her feet accidently brushed against it. Oh fuck, I wanted to grab this girl and throw her over my shoulder and carry her right back to my apartment. Every nerve in my body was on full alert, and I couldn’t get enough of her. The confidence she had around me was seductive and mesmerizing.
“How long have you worked here?” I asked in a louder than normal voice so she could hear me.
I moved my hands down to one of her feet and started to massage it. The look of bliss that rushed across her face was undeniable. My hands worked roughly into her foot muscles as I waited for her to answer me. Never in my life had I given a woman a foot massage, and I don’t know why I decided to give Abby one, but the feeling of giving her any sort of pleasure was well worth the small amount of effort on my part.
“Two years.”
“Are you trying to be a dancer on Broadway?”
It was a reasonable question. Many of the women I worked with were trying to make a life as an actress, singer or dancer. Some had other career goals, but I figured since Abby was dancing at the go-go club, then she probably wanted to be a dancer.
“Actress or dancer, but yes; Broadway. What do you do?” she asked, moving her other foot up to switch places so my hands could rub it as well.
Her confidence never wavered, yet I still felt like deep down she was shy. She held herself with confidence while we sat there in the booth, but on stage, she hadn’t looked so sure of herself. Abby was a delicious mix of everything I loved in a woman, and I couldn’t wait to get to know her more. But there was a nagging issue that I had to deal with. I couldn’t bear to tell her that I owned an escort business. A girl like her wasn’t going to keep talking to me if I told her; I could tell it in her eyes. She probably got hit on by dozens of men each week, and I would instantly be put into a category of a loser on telling her, so I didn’t.
“I own a gym and a restaurant.”
Abby just nodded and then sat and looked at me. She had a small smile on her face, and I was so mesmerized by her. The more I looked at her, the more I wanted to know about her. How did she get to New York? Where was she from? How old was she? I needed to get her out of the club, but I suspected that was going to be more difficult than with typical women.
“Where did Isabella go?” Abby asked as she looked out to the dance floor.
“They were dancing.”
“Well, she’s a big girl. I guess I’ll see her later. Thanks for the drink,” Abby said as she started to get up from the table.
She stood next to the table and reached under to grab her shoes. It took me a moment to figure out what was going on, but it looked like she was leaving me. I had never in my life had a woman just get up and leave like that. But before I could stop her, she had her shoes back on and was walking out to the dance floor.
I sat in the booth for a second as the moment sank in. We were talking, I rubbed her feet, she asked what I did for a living, and then BAM, she got up and left me there. Most women would have fawned all over a guy who owned two businesses. But as I quickly learned, Abby was not like most women.
I ran after her and caught her right in the middle of the dance floor.
“Was I boring you?” I said, holding onto her arm gently.
“I wanted to dance, and you didn’t seem like the type of guy who danced.”
“So you were just going to leave me there like that? You might never have saw me again if I hadn’t chased after you.”
“I knew you would come after me,” she said with a grin.
Man, this girl had me. She was cocky and funny and nothing like the women I normally met when I was out at the clubs. I honestly couldn’t stand the idea of her walking out of my life. A pull in my gut told me I needed to do everything in my power to keep a hold of this girl.
I laughed as Abby started to move to the music. Her hands pressed against my chest and her fucking blue eyes hypnotized me. This girl was by far someone I hadn’t expected to meet. She was confident and mysterious; she seemed well educated and classy. I should have convinced her to go into the escort rotation. Men would have paid top dollar for her, I was sure of it. But I wanted her. I couldn’t give her up. I wanted her so bad, I could feel my pulse pounding throughout my body.
Her touch was gentle and could have been innocent, but I felt like it was extremely erotic. She started with her fingers on my cheek and smiled at me as she traced a line down the side of my body. She stopped and wrapped her fingers around my biceps before moving to the waist of my pants where she tucked her fingers in slightly and pulled me toward her.
I was caught off guard by this woman. She had me wrapped around her finger, and I couldn’t look away. Every part of me wanted her. I wanted to kiss her, to touch her, to lay her naked body in my bed and make love to her for hours.
My breath was shallow as I watched her to see what she would do next. I felt so out of my element. Abby wasn’t like the women I normally met. She appeared much more put together than the girls that normally worked for me.
Suddenly, I wished I was totally legit. I wished I didn’t run an escort business anymore and was actually just a restaurant and gym owner. I had to keep my escort business a secret from this girl. There was no way I could tell her about it; no way she would want to be with a guy who was part of a business like that. I knew I would have to keep my secret if I wanted to keep Abby around at all.
Abby wasn’t the kind of girl that would just go home with any guy. I could tell she had much higher standards than that.