made, how I manipulated my body to the sensual beat of my music.
He stuffed nothing less than fifty dollar bills in my panties and each night was another two-hundred for a private ten minutes in the Velvet Suite. He was insistent, he was haughty, he was so fucking self-assured that even being in his company, made me feel all those things, too.
We were in the Suite. The soft, sensual beat playing in the background as he took his seat on the red velvet loveseat, his legs parted, his shirt half unbuttoned exposing a dash of chest hair. I twisted my body, snaking my hips, softly stoking my fingertips over the bulge of my breasts as they lifted in the black and red corset, my garter securing my stockings.
The same question which tumbled from his lips the previous eight times we were alone, was freed again. “Tell me your name.”
I smiled when I sank to my knees in between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs. “I don’t tell my customers my name.” I slithered up the length of his body, pressing my chest, which was spilling out of its confines up the length of his rigid torso. I must say, I was a little curious to see what lay beneath.
He gasped, and I felt a shiver of female triumph, knowing that I was affecting him even though he wasn’t laying a finger on me. “Fine; go on a date with me then.”
It was my turn to gasp in utter shock. “You want to go on a date with me? Why?”
My chest was still somewhat pressed against his hard upper body. My corset suddenly felt awfully tight as my chest rose and fell rapidly with each heavy breath. Liam didn’t touch me, but his fingers lingered a hairsbreadth from my chin, and that alone was enough to hold me steady. He was pinning me with his eyes, green and blue speckled eyes, his pale lips and clean-shaven face, he was gorgeous.
I bit my lip when his tongue slithered ac ross his own, still he remained eye contact. “Because at least then, I’ll be able to touch you.”
My body’s sheen might as well have been gasoline, and his words the flame, because I had never felt such blazing desire coat me in that way, in my life.
Benny hadn’t had cameras installed in the Suite yet, the door was always locked. Liam could have touched me each and every time we stepped foot into that room, yet he restrained himself, h e showed me the upmost respect.
To someone who made a living doing what I did, that speaks volumes.
I made my way to his ear, brushing my chest against him once more. One word fell from my lips in a rasping intonation, “Okay.”
********
I barely managed to utter her name before she was pulling me into her slender body, her hefty chest holding me in place. She kissed my hair, my cheeks, until my face was being framed in the heat of her hands. Her almond, golden eyes glimmering and creasing as she smiled.
Age seemed to have caught up to her, too. Still, she was drop dead gorgeous. She was the woman who everyone wanted to be and if you disagreed, you were obviously lying.
“Liv, how have you been?” I breathed, mimicking her gesture and framing her oval face in my hands.
She arched her perfectly threaded eyebrow. “How have I been? Never mind me, what about you?”
Hands simultaneously dropped from one another. I crossed my arms over my chest, surrendering to an ugly, weighted sigh, the type where your cheeks bloom like pouches as you contain the air that is about to be ousted.
“Silly question, Liv. Very silly question.”
We chatted over coffee for about an hour. Talking about how she still works at Red Velvet, that she hasn’t got the courage to quit because she feels she owes Benny some favor. That both she and Liam have been going out of their minds worrying about me and that when I feel up to it, we got to indulge in a girl’s night out.
That made me smile because, although I’d lost those three years, Liv was still Liv, still bubbly and sexy, self-assured. Deep down, I felt Liam wasn’t the same, my parents and sister hadn’t been
He stuffed nothing less than fifty dollar bills in my panties and each night was another two-hundred for a private ten minutes in the Velvet Suite. He was insistent, he was haughty, he was so fucking self-assured that even being in his company, made me feel all those things, too.
We were in the Suite. The soft, sensual beat playing in the background as he took his seat on the red velvet loveseat, his legs parted, his shirt half unbuttoned exposing a dash of chest hair. I twisted my body, snaking my hips, softly stoking my fingertips over the bulge of my breasts as they lifted in the black and red corset, my garter securing my stockings.
The same question which tumbled from his lips the previous eight times we were alone, was freed again. “Tell me your name.”
I smiled when I sank to my knees in between his legs, my hands resting on his thighs. “I don’t tell my customers my name.” I slithered up the length of his body, pressing my chest, which was spilling out of its confines up the length of his rigid torso. I must say, I was a little curious to see what lay beneath.
He gasped, and I felt a shiver of female triumph, knowing that I was affecting him even though he wasn’t laying a finger on me. “Fine; go on a date with me then.”
It was my turn to gasp in utter shock. “You want to go on a date with me? Why?”
My chest was still somewhat pressed against his hard upper body. My corset suddenly felt awfully tight as my chest rose and fell rapidly with each heavy breath. Liam didn’t touch me, but his fingers lingered a hairsbreadth from my chin, and that alone was enough to hold me steady. He was pinning me with his eyes, green and blue speckled eyes, his pale lips and clean-shaven face, he was gorgeous.
I bit my lip when his tongue slithered ac ross his own, still he remained eye contact. “Because at least then, I’ll be able to touch you.”
My body’s sheen might as well have been gasoline, and his words the flame, because I had never felt such blazing desire coat me in that way, in my life.
Benny hadn’t had cameras installed in the Suite yet, the door was always locked. Liam could have touched me each and every time we stepped foot into that room, yet he restrained himself, h e showed me the upmost respect.
To someone who made a living doing what I did, that speaks volumes.
I made my way to his ear, brushing my chest against him once more. One word fell from my lips in a rasping intonation, “Okay.”
********
I barely managed to utter her name before she was pulling me into her slender body, her hefty chest holding me in place. She kissed my hair, my cheeks, until my face was being framed in the heat of her hands. Her almond, golden eyes glimmering and creasing as she smiled.
Age seemed to have caught up to her, too. Still, she was drop dead gorgeous. She was the woman who everyone wanted to be and if you disagreed, you were obviously lying.
“Liv, how have you been?” I breathed, mimicking her gesture and framing her oval face in my hands.
She arched her perfectly threaded eyebrow. “How have I been? Never mind me, what about you?”
Hands simultaneously dropped from one another. I crossed my arms over my chest, surrendering to an ugly, weighted sigh, the type where your cheeks bloom like pouches as you contain the air that is about to be ousted.
“Silly question, Liv. Very silly question.”
We chatted over coffee for about an hour. Talking about how she still works at Red Velvet, that she hasn’t got the courage to quit because she feels she owes Benny some favor. That both she and Liam have been going out of their minds worrying about me and that when I feel up to it, we got to indulge in a girl’s night out.
That made me smile because, although I’d lost those three years, Liv was still Liv, still bubbly and sexy, self-assured. Deep down, I felt Liam wasn’t the same, my parents and sister hadn’t been
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