- Chapter 6
THEO
“Mario, you know my friend who was staying in the spare bedroom. How was she doing?” I asked.
There was no way around the fact that Kimberly was sleeping in my condo. I needed to set the groundwork right away to make sure that Abby didn’t feel like something more sinister was going on.
“Sir, she was doing well. The nurse you hired had arrived and was taking care of her.”
“Thank you, Mario,” I said as I grabbed Abby’s hand. “One of the girls who work for me was assaulted horribly by her boyfriend. She was afraid he had a key to her place, and I couldn’t stand the idea of her staying in a shelter. She is staying in one of my spare bedrooms.”
Abby looked confused, yet I saw her try to understand the situation and show empathy. Certainly, I wasn’t going to tell her the woman was actually one of the escorts who worked for me and would have to talk with Kimberly to make sure she wouldn’t tell either.
“That’s horrible. Did they catch the guy?”
“Yes, they did. I’m sure he will get exactly what is coming to him, but sometimes they don’t hold these guys for long in jail. She’s going to crash with me for a bit.”
“It is really sweet of you to take care of her like that. You are a better boss than any of them I’ve ever had,” Abby said with a little laugh.
I really didn’t know that much about Abby, but I assumed working at Glance wasn’t very financially feasible for living in New York City. My estimate was that she shared a tiny apartment with a half dozen girls and everyone worked different shifts so they could sleep at different times in the house. It was a common story for girls who came to New York, and one that was perfect for me when I wanted to bring a girl into the escort world. Although, I very much wanted to keep Abby for myself.
Of course, Abby would make an excellent escort if she ever wanted to go into the business, and I was damn good at convincing girls to try it out. First, I would gain their trust. Then, I would show them what having money was like in New York City. It was what the girls had dreamed of, and often it was too hard for them to resist when I offered them a date with one of my friends.
That’s how I started a girl in the business. I had different friends and clients that I trusted, who would take the girls out on their first date. They would wine and dine the women. Show them a great time. Typically the women were so smitten with the men that they willingly hopped into bed with the guy. The next day, I would take the young girl out to breakfast, hand her a few thousand dollars and explain what her date had been.
At first, they were horribly angry. How could I trick them like that? they would say to me. But then as we talked, the girls would realize that being an escort wasn’t any different than going on dates. Except for two things: the girls had to keep the drama out of the date, and they got paid a great deal of money for their time.
Abby would make a killing as an escort. Her slim frame, sweet smile and funny disposition were exactly what men looked for. Not to mention her knockout bright blue eyes; those would make her a fortune if she decided to give it a go. But I wasn’t sure I was going to be willing to give her up. The idea of having a regular girl that was just for me was appealing, especially one that drove me wild like she did.
“I believe all men should protect and take care of the women around them. As a boss, boyfriend or friend to women; I’m always going to make sure they are safe and cared for.”
“Awww, that’s about the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard a man say,” Abby said as she moved closer to me.
I watched as she rubbed her toes together and realized that they must have been absolutely freezing. Even though I had carried her to the vehicle, it was still December, and it was still cold out. I reached down and pulled her toes into my hands and started to rub them again.
“Oooh, God that feels so good,” Abby said with a moan after her words.
I saw Mario smile and look into the mirror at Abby and me, so I motioned for him not to look. He smiled and then moved his eyes back to the road in front of us. He was a good man and kept to himself. I didn’t have to worry about him ignoring an order I gave.
“You must be freezing.”
“No, I think all those drinks warmed me up just fine.”
“Let me warm you up more.”
I spread her legs around me and pulled Abby onto my lap. As she straddled me, I saw that damn amazing smile of hers and couldn’t help but smile back. My hands reached for her and pulled her toward me as our lips locked together. I loved the taste of her, the sweet mix of vodka and what might have been strawberries or something else delicious. I just couldn’t get enough and wanted more and more.
She tasted so good. She opened her mouth and let my tongue plunge into her as we enjoyed the soft touch of each other’s lips. Kissing was something I didn’t take lightly, it got me all worked up and I wanted Abby in my bed that very moment. It was hard for me to try and control myself and be a gentleman around her. Inside, I felt like a Neanderthal waiting to attack.
I wanted to let my fingers move up her skirt and feel her wet center but decided it wouldn’t be the best way to gain her trust. And I needed her to trust me; I wanted her to trust me. Whether she was going to work for me or not, I had to have her trust if anything was going to move forward.
Being an escort might be in Abby’s future, and I didn’t want to throw away that possibility by pushing her to move too fast. I couldn’t decide between keeping her or hiring her, and until I made that decision, I was going to have to avoid sleeping with her. Things got way too complicated when I slept with a girl before she became an escort for me. No. I had to behave myself at least for one night while I decided what to do next with Abby.
I saw the awe on her face as we made our way up the elevator to my condo. In New York, the higher your apartment was in the building, the more expensive it was. My condo was the penthouse on the 40th floor of my building. It impressed women, that was for sure. It probably hadn’t been the wisest purchase of my life at $13 million. But at the time, I wanted it to show my status in New York. I wanted to throw parties and have people over who could be utterly impressed by my home.
The problem was, the New York elite didn’t care about how expensive your condo was if you couldn’t do something for them. Over the last few years as I started legitimate businesses, I learned that rich people always wanted something for nothing. They always wanted to come to free parties, get free meals and have free gym memberships. For me to keep giving away free things, I had to keep my escort business going. The escort business totally financed my legitimate lifestyle.
But I had stopped having parties at my home every week, and instead, just had one a couple times a year. I found that I actually enjoyed the peace and quiet of my home much more than I thought I would. Every now and then, I’d bring a girl home. A girl like Abby that I wanted to groom for the business and on the rare occasion I would bring a girl home that I wanted to date. Those girls took more time to warm up to the idea, so I needed to show them what life was like in New York when you had money.
“Well, this is it,” I said as I opened my front door.
The city lights shone into the main room and brightened it up, even though no other lights were on in the room. I lived near Times Square, which was a bad choice of location for impressing the New York elite, but I loved it.
I loved the excitement of Times Square. I loved that there were people coming and going at all hours of the night. The excitement was energizing to me and gave me the drive to keep pushing forward on my next big project.
Abby made her way straight over to the floor to ceiling windows and looked out over the city. It was an impressive view, but I still loved to see the awe on people’s faces when they got to experience it for the first time.
“Do you like it?” I asked, standing close behind her.
“No,” Abby said as she turned around to face me.
Her comment caught me off guard, and I stood there stunned for a moment as I stared at her. She was a witty and funny girl that seriously made me laugh. I liked being around Abby and wanted to spend more time with her.
“No?” I laughed. “Why not?”
“It’s too bright.”
“Come with me.”
I held her hand and walked her down the hallway. We passed Kimberly’s room, and I made a mental note to check on her as soon as I had a free moment. When we got to my bedroom door, Abby hesitated for a moment, but I pulled her into the room with me. I didn’t want to make love to her, I just wanted to show her something. Well, actually, I did want to make love to her, but I was going to deny myself that pleasure for the time being.
Instead of looking at the view, we walked right into the bathroom, and I started the water in the giant bathtub.
“Are you taking a bath?” Abby asked.
“Nope. You are.”
“Um, I’m not taking a bath in a strange man’s home.”
I grabbed her and pressed her up against the glass enclosure to the shower. My hands pinned hers above her head, and I kept my lips about two inches away from hers. Intensely, I watched her to see what her reaction would be. Would she flinch and worry that I was going to hurt her? Would she press back? But no, she did neither; instead, she relaxed and let me look at her and enjoy the roundness of her lips.
Slowly, Abby licked her lips in what I had to assume was a deliberate ploy to entice me. I loved it. She was erotic, even if she wasn’t trying to be. I felt my body lust for her, and my mind vacillated with possibilities. She would make a great escort. Her ability to go with the flow, to entice me already; that was something I couldn’t teach a woman. But the problem I was having was that I wanted her so desperately. I wanted to feel her naked skin pressed up against mine and hear her moans as I thrust inside of her.
The problem was, I wasn’t willing to give her up to other men. At least, not yet. I wanted her for my own. It really didn’t happen very often that I met a woman I thought I wanted to keep for myself. But Abby was funny and witty, and that knocked me off of my game. A good businessman would have still recruited her, but I couldn’t help imagining the possibility of her being mine.
“I saw you dance for hours on stage, then another couple hours with me. You’ve been walking in the freezing weather without shoes, and you look exhausted. I’m insisting that you relax and enjoy a warm bath. We can continue after you’ve had a chance to sooth those sore muscles.”
Abby laughed at the thought of me giving up fucking her for the time being. I’m sure she had never experienced such a thing; a man who wanted her but wanted to make her feel good first. I was manipulative in my ability to get women to trust me; it was a special trait I had developed over the years. But the one key I had learned was to build trust. I could build that trust ten times faster if I refused to sleep with a woman on the first night I brought her home.
Another thing I had learned over the years was that women weren’t appreciated nearly as much as they should be. Sure, I wanted to show the girls who worked for me what a man should treat them like. But most of the time, I didn’t have a connection with a girl like I did with Abby. I purely wanted her to be comfortable and was genuinely willing to give up the idea of sleeping with her for the night if she wanted to just take a bath and go to bed.
Women expected men to be jerks. They have a long built-in history of men trying to get what they want from a woman as fast as possible. But whether I was grooming a girl to work for me or to live with me, I knew that not sleeping with her on the first night was an instant way to build up that rapport. I had to assume it worked the same way with a woman that I wanted to keep around for more than just a fling.
“Take a bath with me,” Abby said as she started to undress me.
I pulled away. That was taking it too far. I couldn’t refuse her if I were naked in a tub with her. I was a strong man, but even strong men had their weaknesses. If I felt her naked body pressed up against mine, there was no telling what I would do to her. I couldn’t help imagining how delightful her skin would feel next to mine, though.
“You take a bath and relax. You won’t be able to relax with me in there.”
Abby moved her hands to my belt as her lips pressed up against mine. I was frozen there with her. The touch of her body made it impossible for me to leave her. Every inch of me wanted to feel her against my skin. Every nerve needed to have the excitement of her hands on it.
“I … think … you … need … a … bath … too,” Abby said between soft kisses on my chest as she unbuttoned my shirt.
Fucking hell, there was no way I could walk away from her. Those deep blue eyes looked up at me as she slid my pants down to my knees. Her position had her lips directly in front of my throbbing cock as she removed the last bit of my clothing, and I stood still in anticipation of what she would do next.
If her lips wrapped around me, there would be no bath, no stopping me at all. I pressed my hips forward just a touch in the hope that she would take her pouty pink lips and wrap them around me. I wanted her mouth around my cock so desperately that my body ached for her.
But instead, she returned to standing and lifted her dress up over her head. Like a teenager, I fumbled to help her. But my coordination was gone as my body throbbed with a desire like no other I had experienced.
She teased me with her slow removal of each piece of clothing and her intense eye contact throughout the process. My body throbbed in reaction to her and pointed directly toward her. Oh, how I wanted to slide inside of her tight wetness. Oh, how I hated the idea of not sleeping with her, even for one night. One night without her seemed like an eternity, and I rushed to think through my plan again. Maybe it was a bad one, maybe living in the moment and showing her how passionate I was would be a better plan.
I laughed to myself at the thought. I had turned into one of my clients. Starting out the evening with no intention of becoming attached, then by the end of the night, I was willing to do anything to be with her. Whether Abby became an escort or not, she certainly was good at seduction. She had a skill that made me want to do absolutely anything to make her happy. I wasn’t sure if this was a deliberate skill or not, but it certainly would be useful if she went into the escort business.
She turned around and bent over the tub to feel the water. My cock pointed directly at her ass, and it took every bit of my willpower not to grab her hips and thrust myself inside of her. I literally took a step back to keep myself from giving in. I had to decide what I wanted to do with this girl. Her seductive powers were intense and I could make so much money if she would come work for me; yet, at that moment, all I could think about was how much I would like to keep her.
“You need to get in that bath right now,” I teased as my cock pulsed with an urge that I didn’t know if I could control much longer.
“Oh, you don’t like being exposed to my heinous naked body?” Abby said with a smile.
Her eyes were intense as she turned and walked toward me. I felt her hip press against my throbbing member and took a deep breath in as the touch of her skin shot through my body. I kept my hands at my side, trying to resist her. But soon I was going to give in; I couldn’t last much longer.
“Yes, it’s so horrible. Please hide it from me in the bubbles of the water,” I said with a wink.
“You get in first,” Abby demanded.
For reasons that I can’t exactly figure out, I did as she asked and climbed into the bath. Her eyes, her naked body, my need to feel her next to me; it all collided, and I caved into my desires. There weren’t many times in my life where I felt like someone else was in control, but there in that bathroom, Abby had total control.
“Yes ma’am,” I teased her.
She climbing in and spread my legs so she could sit in front of me. I felt her hand reach back and grab my cock and push it up as her body pressed back against me. I thought I felt her stroke me just a little during the positioning of her body. But it could have just been my imagination since I wanted her hand to stroke me so desperately by that point.
I had never been so indecisive in all of my life when it came to a woman. Usually, I knew right away if I needed to sleep with her and pretend to be a boyfriend for a little bit before I got her into the business. But with Abby, I couldn’t stop thinking about the possibility of keeping her and bringing her into the new legitimate world I had been trying to make for myself.
Could it even be possible to keep my escort business from her? If I wanted to take her to business dinners and fancy charity events; she would be the perfect date. But how could I date her and keep the sordid business away from her? It would be near impossible to do, especially with Kimberly living in the house with me at the time.
As Abby leaned her head against my chest and melted into a relaxed state in the tub with me, I knew I needed to keep her for myself. There was just no way I could give up such an intense connection. She had to be mine. At least, for the time being, I would keep her just to myself.
Now the hard part came … I needed to refuse her for the evening. I had to resist every nerve in my body and the urge to be with her. It would establish such trust in me, such unwavering trust; and I needed that if I was going to try and keep the secret of my escort business from her.
Keeping secrets wasn’t something that I wanted to do. But the more I was with Abby, the more I was positive that she wouldn’t want to be with a guy who ran an escort business. I had been planning to get out of the business anyways, there was no reason I shouldn’t expedite that process and make it happen. Well, there was one big reason: money. The escort business was extremely lucrative and certainly the main reason I had a nice condo and the ability to start other companies. I wasn’t sure I was ready to give up all that money yet.
Finally, I decided I would just have to lie to her and hope when the day came that she found out the truth; Abby would forgive me. She seemed like the kind of girl that could forgive a man if she loved him.
I couldn’t believe the thoughts that were running through my head while I had Abby in my arms. Love, happily ever after, those weren’t things I normally thought of, but my mind felt like a pile of oatmeal as I tried to think straight with her naked body pressed up against me.