messing with you.” Luke didn’t think his brother would really hit him – not in the middle of the hotel at least – but Jovan had kicked his ass before. Some memories always stick with you.
“If she wants me all night, I’ll send you a message,” Jovan said as he stepped onto the elevator.
“Alright. Good luck, bro. And don’t nut quick!”
Jovan laughed at that, but when the elevator doors closed he gave his brother’s warning some thought. As a prostitute, or male escort , he would be expected to perform for as long as his client wanted. He wondered if he should rub one out before he got to Sarah’s room.
He chuckled at the thought as the elevator propelled him towards his destiny.
This shit’s gonna be interesting…
● ● ● ● ● ●
Monica leaned with both elbows on the table, partially because Jovan wasn’t speaking very loudly, but also because she was completely enthralled in his story. They’d been at the I HOP restaurant for over an hour. Their waitress had taken their empty plates, leaving only drinks on the table. It was very late in what had been a long day for Monica, but she wasn’t sleepy at all. She watched Jovan’s eyes and mouth as he spoke. She was not happy when he stopped.
“So,” he said with a shrug, “I went up there and…” He grinned. “Things were not what I expected. There was a lot Sarah didn’t tell me. But we got past it. I did my thing and got paid.”
Monica almost reached across the table to throttle him.
“What do you mean you did your thing and got paid ? How you gonna tell that whole story and breeze over the best part?” Her look of discontent was real.
Jovan chuckled. He folded his strong arms over his stomach and sat back in his seat. “I didn’t think you wanted to hear the dirty details.”
Monica felt like a perv for admitting she did indeed want those details, but she wasn’t going to lie and say she didn’t. “You said you wanted to tell me about your first client. If you’re gonna tell it, tell it.”
“Alright. If you wanna hear about explicit sex , I don’t mind…”
Monica’s face and chest flushed with heat. She felt like he was teasing her. “It’s part of the business, right?”
“It is if you decide to manage me. Have you decided?”
“I don’t know.” She smirked. “Finish your story first.”
Jovan sensed her decision wouldn’t have anything to do with the actual story. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say her reason for wanting to hear the rest of his sultry tale was gratuitous. Did his old girlfriend grow up and become a freak? He would find her a lot more interesting if that was the case. But she had a boyfriend, and he wanted her to be his manager. Those were two very good reasons not to test the waters with her.
Again he wondered why they never had sex in high school. He cursed himself for being such a wuss back then. Did he not notice Monica’s hips and thighs when they were younger? Didn’t he ever imagine her lips wrapped around his erection? Surely he had, or he never would’ve gone out with her.
“Alright,” he said. “But I can’t tell that story in here. We might get kicked out and banned from coming back.”
“Okay. You wanna go sit in my car?”
Yup, she got a little freaky-deaky in her , Jovan decided. “That’s cool,” he replied. “But you gotta promise not to touch me while we’re out there.”
“Boy, ain’t nobody trying to touch you.” She scooted out of the booth and rose to her feet.
Jovan watched her ass as she walked away from the table. Damn . He was glad she didn’t ask him to keep his hands to himself. He didn’t like to make promises he couldn’t keep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SARAH (AND BETH)
Jovan knocked on the door of room 512 and was greeted by the woman he’d met downstairs. Sarah wore the same dress, minus her pumps. Her bare feet
“If she wants me all night, I’ll send you a message,” Jovan said as he stepped onto the elevator.
“Alright. Good luck, bro. And don’t nut quick!”
Jovan laughed at that, but when the elevator doors closed he gave his brother’s warning some thought. As a prostitute, or male escort , he would be expected to perform for as long as his client wanted. He wondered if he should rub one out before he got to Sarah’s room.
He chuckled at the thought as the elevator propelled him towards his destiny.
This shit’s gonna be interesting…
● ● ● ● ● ●
Monica leaned with both elbows on the table, partially because Jovan wasn’t speaking very loudly, but also because she was completely enthralled in his story. They’d been at the I HOP restaurant for over an hour. Their waitress had taken their empty plates, leaving only drinks on the table. It was very late in what had been a long day for Monica, but she wasn’t sleepy at all. She watched Jovan’s eyes and mouth as he spoke. She was not happy when he stopped.
“So,” he said with a shrug, “I went up there and…” He grinned. “Things were not what I expected. There was a lot Sarah didn’t tell me. But we got past it. I did my thing and got paid.”
Monica almost reached across the table to throttle him.
“What do you mean you did your thing and got paid ? How you gonna tell that whole story and breeze over the best part?” Her look of discontent was real.
Jovan chuckled. He folded his strong arms over his stomach and sat back in his seat. “I didn’t think you wanted to hear the dirty details.”
Monica felt like a perv for admitting she did indeed want those details, but she wasn’t going to lie and say she didn’t. “You said you wanted to tell me about your first client. If you’re gonna tell it, tell it.”
“Alright. If you wanna hear about explicit sex , I don’t mind…”
Monica’s face and chest flushed with heat. She felt like he was teasing her. “It’s part of the business, right?”
“It is if you decide to manage me. Have you decided?”
“I don’t know.” She smirked. “Finish your story first.”
Jovan sensed her decision wouldn’t have anything to do with the actual story. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say her reason for wanting to hear the rest of his sultry tale was gratuitous. Did his old girlfriend grow up and become a freak? He would find her a lot more interesting if that was the case. But she had a boyfriend, and he wanted her to be his manager. Those were two very good reasons not to test the waters with her.
Again he wondered why they never had sex in high school. He cursed himself for being such a wuss back then. Did he not notice Monica’s hips and thighs when they were younger? Didn’t he ever imagine her lips wrapped around his erection? Surely he had, or he never would’ve gone out with her.
“Alright,” he said. “But I can’t tell that story in here. We might get kicked out and banned from coming back.”
“Okay. You wanna go sit in my car?”
Yup, she got a little freaky-deaky in her , Jovan decided. “That’s cool,” he replied. “But you gotta promise not to touch me while we’re out there.”
“Boy, ain’t nobody trying to touch you.” She scooted out of the booth and rose to her feet.
Jovan watched her ass as she walked away from the table. Damn . He was glad she didn’t ask him to keep his hands to himself. He didn’t like to make promises he couldn’t keep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
SARAH (AND BETH)
Jovan knocked on the door of room 512 and was greeted by the woman he’d met downstairs. Sarah wore the same dress, minus her pumps. Her bare feet
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