Copyright © 2012 Danity O’Shae
Smashwords Edition
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One look at the long list of special request and Kristen knew that she would need extra time to prepare tonight. Becoming an escort had been a no brainer. From her very first date until now, she’d lived off the money given to her by men that wanted a trophy on their arm and sometimes in their bed for the night. Some of them had wives, some were single, but if they didn't offer details, she didn't ask. Fat, ugly, bald, old, young, sexy...none of that mattered. The men that requested her services all had one thing in common: they were rich.
Michael was one of her regulars and while she appreciated his business, he seemed determined lately to have her all to himself. He'd booked her four days this week for various company events, each time paying extra for her to spend the night with him in his luxury condo uptown. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the increasing balance of her checking account, but this was becoming emotionally dangerous. She'd seen it too many times: escorts falling in love with their clients, turning away other business to accommodate them until finally they were stuck in a relationship they became dependent on.
Kristen had been too smart for that so far, her goal of saving five hundred thousand dollars close enough that in a few more months she'd be moving halfway across the world to Australia. No one knew her there, and that's what she wanted, a fresh start in a place she'd always dreamed of going. Michael had begun turning their business transactions into something personal months ago, his voice once again catching with tears when she'd told him tonight that she wouldn't come out for a fifth event that week. He'd begged and pleaded and she'd finally given in, this time with the intention to end it between them. He was falling in love with her. She could see it in his eyes when he kissed her. The way he held her in his arms after a night of non-stop sex, stroking her hair, and inhaling the scent of her skin...those gestures were meant for lovers, not clients. She was an employee and he'd forgotten that. Most importantly he’d forgotten the suspicious wife he had at home waiting for him each night that he stayed away.
No drama, no bad karma was her motto and she intended to keep living by it just as she had for the last two years since joining the world of escorts.
Knock, knock!
Kristen turned as her cracked bedroom door was pushed open, Tandy, holding out a big white box decorated with an even larger black bow. There were four of them sharing the apartment, Tandy her favorite of the other escorts.
“For you!” Tandy said excitedly, setting the box down on Kristen’s bed and pulling the bow free before asking for an invitation.
“No one knows this address…you know the rules,” Kristen shook her head as her friend dug through a mound of white tissue paper, their mouths falling open at the same time as the black cocktail dress came into view.
“Let me guess…um…Michael?” Tandy said with a smile, pulling the delicate piece from the box and holding it in front of her. “You lucky bitch! First the diamond bracelet, now this! What is it tonight? Another company function…?”
“Yeah…” Kristen nodded slowly, pulling the card from the box, reading it. “Sorry for the intrusion. I had my driver follow you the other night. I wanted this to be a surprise. Forgive me…? Michael…” Kristen sighed as Tandy held the dress up to her frame, winking in appreciation.
“You have a stalker…so what…?” Tandy shrugged now, her gaze meeting Kristen’s, finally seeing the frown she wore on her face.
“This isn’t cool,” Kristen shook her head, pushing away the expensive dress, her hands thrown in the air. “He doesn’t get it. This isn’t…dating… He pays me for my services…and that’s it…”
“Are you sure?”
“YES!” Kristen interrupted Tandy, her tone apologetic as she took in her friends wide green eyes. “I mean…yes…that’s it. Michael has a wife…a pregnant one at that. He introduces me as his personal assistant at these functions, but people are starting to talk…people will think…”
“People that you don’t even know,” Tandy reminded her with a shrug, kicking the bedroom door closed with her foot. “If he wants to fuck up his life then so be it. In the mean time, put on the dress and finish getting ready. There’s money to be made!” Tandy smiled now, pulling the tie on Kristen’s robe lose so that it fell open.
“Don’t!” Kristen warned as Tandy’s expression turned to shock, her eyes raking over her friend’s body.
Among the long list of request had been a black lace shelf bra, an old style corset with Victorian ties in the back, a black halter, black fishnet thigh highs, and a black garter. Kristen wore the getup well, her already perky breasts now pointing straight up with the help of the bra. The corset cinched her already tiny waist making her look twice as small as her normal size in the middle, while widening her slender hips so that she had a more curvaceous look. Her breathing, while not yet hampered, was definitely limited, and Kristen wasn’t in the mood for any teasing.
“I didn’t know you had all this,” Tandy smiled coyly, pinching her friend’s upturned nipple before she pulled the robe completely free. “What else is on the list..?” She asked now, already knowing from Michael’s previous request, nothing was left up to Kristen to decide.
“You don’t even want to know,” Kristen shook her head, taking the dress from her friend’s hand and slipping into it. “I swear it’s the last time…after he pays me I’m done…especially after this!’ Kristen exclaimed as she shimmied the rest of the way into the form fitting material, her body now so compressed it took effort to exhale the breath she’d been holding.
Tandy helped with the ruffled neckline that wrapped around her throat like a collar, completing the alluring vibc she now gave off. It only took a few minutes to sweep her shoulder length dark brown hair up into a tight French style bun, a few wisps of hair –as requested- framing her narrow face.
Smooth pale skin required no makeup, her delicate features more than compensating for the poised look she was going for. Michael would be pleased. She fit the fantasy he’d described in his request to a T. Tonight she was Giselle again, personal assistant, along for a night of limitless business opportunities.
“Your car’s hear,” Jill announced for the foot of the stairs, her voice carrying an echo through the apartment up to Kristen’s bedroom.
“Make that money,” Tandy reminded Kristen, handing her the pale pink lip gloss she’d asked to borrow earlier.
She only nodded, thin lips pulling into a tiny smile as her friend barely held back from giving a googly eyed look as she picked up the overnight back she’d packed. It was filled with lingerie Michael had requested she wear for him, as well as a few extras just in case he decided to change it up a bit. He would be heart broken after tonight, but she’d be five thousand dollars richer, and planning her move to Australia. She could live with that.
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“My assistant, Giselle,” Michael introduced Kristen to a potential client using her escort name, a broad smile on his face as his hand cupped the small of her back, pulling her closer to him.
It seemed as if they’d talked to everyone in attendance at the benefit, the room more than half empty, the live band long gone. Michael was married to his work, and Kristen knew that they would be one of the last to leave, her clutch now full of business cards from clients he wanted business from. She nodded in all the right places, her weight shifting in the five inch stilettos as the two men droned on about a pending merger. No wonder his wife declined to come. At eight months pregnant, she wouldn’t have lasted half the length of the party, her own body aching from the tight clothing and constant standing.
“Ready?” Michael whispered against Kristen’s ear, nuzzling her neck briefly as the man he’d been talking to bid them good night.
“There’s a few more people you haven’t spoken with,” Kristen nodded towards the opposite side of the room to a table full of suits who were deeply engrossed in conversation. “I’m fine,” She smiled up at him now, meeting concern in his dark brown eyes as his gaze swept over her face.
“I’ll have them bring the car around…I think I’ve made enough contacts for tonight. The rest…is our time,” he winked, squeezing her hand quickly and then releasing it, his eyes roaming the room for anyone that could have seen.
Kristen sighed in relief as he left her there to go claim their coats, watching him as he shook a few more hands on his way out. At one time, she’d dreamed of having a husband like him: six feet tall, dark wavy brown hair, matching brooding brown eyes, fit and in shape, corporate job, and charismatic. After becoming an escort, she’d learned that most of those men weren’t happy with their wives, girlfriends, fiancé’s or whomever they already had in their lives. She was what they came looking for when they wanted excitement, or just a change of scenery for a little while. It had left her jaded against men, Michael being no different than the rest of them. How could she ever fall in love with someone that would only love her for a little while…?
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“You seem distant tonight,” Michael commented as he opened the door to the penthouse suite he’d rented for the night.
It was a nice change from his uptown condo, but they’d been there before, twice in just this one week, the front desk attendant addressing them as Mr. & Mrs. Gerano when they entered. Kristen only shook her head as she moved past Michael into the room, crossing it in the dark to set her purse on the black baby grand piano. When it came to romance Michael spared no expense, the view of the city seeming to wrap around them in a twinkle of multi colored lights. She knew without looking that rose petals had been strewn over the floor –as they always were-, their scent tantalizing. Her back stayed turned to him as he moved throughout the dark room, lighting candles instead of turning up the gigantic chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. She normally would have headed straight for the master bedroom, but something had been tugging on her all night, and she winced as Michael placed a stack of hundred dollar bills on the piano by her purse, his fingers brushing hers.
“Kristen,” Michael whispered her real name, dropping all pretenses now that they were alone.
“Giselle,” Kristen corrected, sighing her chosen escort name, now regretting the night she’d told Michael that Giselle was just part of her services.
“My love…look at me,” Michael pleaded with her, turning her in his arms so that they facing each other.
“I can’t take that,” Kristen blurted out, shaky fingers waving at the crisp bills he’d placed on the piano. “There’s something I have to tell you Michael, and…you’re not going to like it…”
“Kristen…what is it? Anything you need you know I’ll fix it. Anything…”
“This is our last night together. You know the rules. I can’t let you fall in love with me. I…I don’t want that…” Kristen sighed now as Michael’s face registered shock, and then nothing, his hands dropping from her waist as if she’d stung him.
“Look… I know I’ve been a little clingy…between work, and then having you with me… I...I can’t lose you.”
“Michael, Please…”
“No…!” Michael interrupted her, his hands now firmly on her shoulders, squeezing until she winced from the pain.
“Michael!”
“I’m sorry,” he shook his head as he loosened his hold immediately, hands running raggedly through a perfectly trimmed cut.
“I came tonight because I wanted to tell you in person,” Kristen shrugged, suddenly put off by the way he was acting. “I think maybe you should take these,” She paused, pulling the stack of business cards from her purse and setting them down by the money. “And I should go.”
“What? Now?! You can’t…”
“Yes Michael…Now… You don’t…”
Whack!
Kristen stumbled backwards as the words were smacked from her mouth, her cheek stinging as Michael’s hand lowered from her face, his eyes livid.
“After all I’ve done for you?! After all I’ve given you? You want to be treated like a slut! Is that it?!” Michael roared, shoving her so hard now that she stumbled out of one of her shoes, falling into the wall of windows.
“You’re married Michael! This is business!” Kristen spat, her swinging arms subdued before she even touched him.
Her breath held as Michael’s face came within inches of hers, his hands on the bare skin of her back now, fingers unzipping the lower half of the dress.
“You want someone else’s dick in you! That’s it isn’t it? You’re all sluts! All of you!” Michael hissed against her ear, spinning her so that she was pressed against the glass, the weight of his body pinning her there.
“Michael don’t…not like this!” Kristen cried in tiny whimpers now, cringing as his teeth bit into her back, his tongue licking over her shoulder before his lips touched her ear again.
“It’s all me?! It’s all me right?” Michael insisted now, pressing his body into her so that his steadily hardening dick was resting in the crease of her ass.
“I care about you...yes…but please…you’re not…”
“I’m not what?!”
“You’re not yourself! This isn’t how we are together…”
“I LOVE YOU!” Michael gritted out through clenched teeth, his hands now on her hips, pushing her harder against the glass.
Kristen’s eyes closed on the city beneath her as she heard the words she’d wanted to hear her whole life. Business was business and clients were clients. The two had never mixed until now, and those three little words caught on something inside of her that she wasn’t ready to give. She did care about Michael, but this isn’t how she wanted to fall in love.
“Michael…” She tried again, her words cut short by his hand over her mouth, his fingers pulling roughly at the material that clung to her.
“You want to be fucked!? Fine!?” Michael responded, anger in his voice now as he brought his knee up between her thighs, so that her legs were forced apart.
“Michael please!” Kristen cried, her voice catching as he twisted her swinging arm so that it was pinned behind her back.
In this position there was nothing she could do. She felt the cool air on her bare ass cheeks when Michael gave up trying to free her body of the dress. The black lace thong she’d selected just for him was pushed aside roughly, his fingers fondling her asshole roughly until she cried out in pain, now kicking to get away from him.
“Don’t you run from me!” Michael warned, pushing her to the floor without breaking his hold on her.
Cool marble against her cheek, her body twisted awkwardly as she fought to keep him from entering her. It was no use. Michael was three times her size, his weight alone pinning her against the cold floor with little effort from him.
Her body betrayed her as smooth fingertips slipped between the folds of her of her upturned pussy lips, his mouth caressing her back as if it were lips. Warmth spread within her, and she moaned softly in the middle of a cry, bringing a groan of pleasure forth from his throat, intensifying the moment. The more she struggled the more weight he applied until he was straddling her bare ass, his finger deep in her soaking wet pussy.