I'm riding in a rolls-royce for the first time. It's a real comfort, the engine purrs and the interior is just indescribable. Two offered to give me a ride to campus after work. I agreed, not out of interest in him but because I'm going to save money enough to buy dinner. Having to hustle so much has turned me into a pathetic person.
"So, your friend said your name is Haz?" He says trying to engage me in small talk. It's not like the silence is straining or anything. It's a peaceful silence. Maybe he is really trying to know me better, either way I owe him already so it won't hurt to talk to him, so I reply, "Yes, Hazel, she earned the right to use a shortcut". He gives me a side glance and smiles. "How did she earn it, what do I have to do to earn it as well?" He asks. His question earns him a smile as I reply, "Well, she did alot for me, I can't say it all". "What if we had all the time in the world, would you say it then?" He enquires with a playful smirk. "I don't think I'll ever have all the time in the world", I say.
He probably senses how my mood has dampened so he changes the subject and asks " Would you care for some lunch?" I feel a twinge in my heart, a considerate guy? I emmidiately extinguish the flame beacause no guy is ever nice without wanting anything in return. " No, I'm still full from the doughnuts", I turn down his offer. He chuckles, amused, and I blush, regretting reminding him about my embarrassing breakfast ordeal.
We cruise to the compass in a peaceful silence with Paradise by Coldplay playing in the background. He goes around to open my door but I'd already opened it for myself. I beat myself up for not being used to such treatment and accuse him for trying to make me feel small, my mind is always accusing, it's a shield. He steps closer for a hug but I take a step back and say, "Thank you for the ride". He smirks and says, " Anytime Haz". I flutter my eyes up to his and just smile shaking my head.
I didn't learn much today, my mind kept finding it's way back to the emerald green eyes, jet black hair and full kissable lips.
It's eight in the evening and I'm expecting a guest, I don't go out on the streets advertising myself. I use an app where I just uploaded my details, the sex positions I offer and my payment rates per hour. Anyone interested in the services makes a booking, states what they expect and pays for the time they want to stay.
A rap on the door reverberates in my apartment. "It's open!" I shout over the music. A short black guy walks in. His eyes light up with a hunger I almost laugh at and I swear his big boy bulged, as he'd requested it be called.
I'm lying on my inflatable mattress, hair tightly tied up, heavy makeup on and nothing else on. I don't move as his gaze peruses over me from head to toe, lingering on my full creamy breasts and my perfectly waxed v. I'm very comfortable under his gaze because I know I'm perfection, spotless.
I slowly part my legs revealing my pink folds, this draws his attention down there and he hastens to close the door and strides toward the bed while shedding his clothes. He's just as I am when he reaches the bed, his big boy at attention.
"You moved", he says in a hoarse voice, strained by arousal. "I told you to be still the whole time from the time I get in until I leave", he continues, swiping his tongue over his lips, revealing a tongue piercing, looking me deep in the eyes. I learnt to enjoy sex, maybe that's why I've been able to bear this job for this long. " I'm going to punish you", he says dragging his fingure over my breast and pinching down hard on my nipple. I suck in a shaky breath both from surprise, pain and pleasure. He's still staring, my reaction must have been what he was looking for because he smiles and goes down on me.
He licks and blows. I squirm and he moves his surprisingly powerful hands to my thighs to keep me in place. He goes back down and licks from the top to the bottom, the effect of the stud on his tongue is driving me crazy. He sticks his tongue into me and I lift my hips to allow him access to push deeper, but he retracts. I look at him wide eyed, he must have seen the question in my eyes because he says, "You move, I move", and goes back down. He continues and I can feel pressure building up but when I'm almost over the edge, he retracts. I almost scream at him but it's his money so his rules.
I'm mad that he has denied me an orgasm and my mind is screaming at him. He should do what he has come here for and leave already. By the time he's inside me, I'm not in the mood anymore. I'm screaming get over with it already in my head.
He finally releases, over my breasts, he had to pull out stand and spray me everywhere, gross. When I'm about to get a towel to wipe myself up, he swats my hand away and goes back between my legs touching his big boy to my cunt provocatively and licking his seed off my breast with tremendous expertise.
It's three hours later when he finally leaves.
I'm spent and need a shower, if only I had a tub, I need a soak. I drag myself to my cubicle and start the shower.
Thoughts of Two stream through my head as if the shower faucet was linked to my mind. The thought of him doing all the things that guy did to me, but in a better way, makes me tremble with arousal. I stick my fingure into myself and moan as I explore and see myself to the edge. I towel dry and go to bed.
I'm showering in the morning in preparation for work when I realize something, I didn't have the nightmare last night, maybe it was thanks to the sex, but I have it every other night. I wonder what has changed. I tuck the thought away and get dressed for work.
He walks in when I'm wrapping a gift. "Hey Haz", he says with a grin. Susan casts me a side glance, that said 'why is he using the shortcut only I'm authorized to'. I pout with a no idea look on. "Hey, how may we help you?" I ask, trying to act professional. "I'm looking for a gift, for my mom", he replies playing along, or is he serious? "What exactly do you think will interest her?" I ask bringing out watches, necklaces and earrings. He buys a set of all three and leaves.
An emptiness settles into my gut, as I'm realizing that he really was here for a gift, not to see me. Susan pats me on the shoulder and says, "I know, you were waiting for him". "No I wasn't", I retort defensively. "Hey, don't worry he was here to see you. A rich boy like him wouldn't come here for a gift. C'mon, think of all the places rich people can shop", she says pointing dramatically to the floor shaking her head. I laugh in relief and amusement from her little presentation.
We discuss Two, nothing is left unsaid. I feel a pang of jealousy at how Susan described him. I tuck it away though.
As soon as we change the subject, he walks in again. He must be into gothic looks, he's always wearing black and those combat boots. I hadn't looked at him well when he came in the first time so I take my time taking him in. He clears his throat when he catches me staring.
I hide my blush and say "Hey, you're back, you forgot something?" He smiles and says, "Yuh. I did". For the first time I see him blush. "I wanted to ask you out when I came here the first time, but I forgot every line I had rehearsed the moment you looked at me". He looks down at his shoes kicking an imaginary stone then continues, "I couldn't go back without saying it, so here it goes, can I take you out for dinner tomorrow night?" I look up at him in surprise, thinking how he can just pay to have sex with me, why go through all the trouble. "I can't, I have other engagements", I reply thinking about a client I have booked for tomorrow night. The look on his face breaks my heart, I'm surprised I still have one. He looks defeated, or is it disappointment.
Why is a rich boy going through all this to be with a girl like me.
His face suddenly lights up, "I'll give you my tags, call me if you change your mind", he says, pouting. He extends a note with numbers, some location and time scribbled on it.