Chapter Twenty-Two
I arrived at work fifteen minutes early, as I usually do, just enough time to make myself a coffee.
“Kait!” Mauve came running out of the office, her face flushed, “You’ve been booked for two hours!” My mouth dropped open.
Two hours? My first thought was how the hell I was going to manage two hours of sex. I nearly fell asleep after one five minute session!
“Huh?” I managed to sputter.
Mauve nodded, “That professor hotshot has booked you from ten until twelve. At the same rate as last time!” I winced. Why was she shouting at me? “Kaitlin! Don’t you get it? That’s four grand!”
My mouth dropped open. No f*cking way.
Four grand?
He was paying four grand to spend a few measly hours with me? Surely he had better things to spend his money on.
Like his wife. And his kids.
I didn’t have time to think about it. I had to change.
Seeing Charlie made me feel extremely nervous. Did he really think I was worth that kind of cash? He smiled easily at me. I smiled back, leading him into the room.
“Long time no see.” He reached for my hand, bringing me flush against his chest. His hand ran over my back, before bringing them to the front to undo my buttons. He cocked his head and looked at me quizzically, “You don’t look very happy.” He observed.
“Did you spend four grand on me, Charlie?” I demanded. He laughed, realization flooding his features.
“That’s what this is about?” He shook his head, making me feel as though I was being silly. “Technically I spent the money on myself.” My face must have suggested that was the wrong answer. “Look,” He added, “I wanted you, that was the rate, I have the money, so why the f*ck not?” I didn’t respond to that.
Who was I to tell him how to spend his cash? If it wasn’t me, it would be some other hooker he’d be paying three grand for. Why the hell not me? If I could get through this next two hours, I’d be that much closer to sending Neri to camp.
“So then,” I tilted my head and removed my now unbuttoned top, “What do you want to do with me?” I looked up at him innocently, biting down on my lip.
I gasped as Charlie pushed me onto the bed. He reached behind me, unclasping my bra and whipping it out from under me.
Kissing me, he guided my arms up over my head, binding them with my bra. He took my nipple into his mouth, a scream escaping from my mouth as he bit down. His tongue circled my nipple, while his hand gently rubbed my other breast.
“Oh yes.” I whispered, as he lowered himself onto the floor, unbuttoning my skirt in the process. He eased off my skirt and underwear. I began to laugh as I noticed the mirror on the roof. I thought those things were only in movies.
Charlie looked amused by my outburst.
“You like to watch, Kaitlin?” He murmured.
I closed my eyes as he moved my legs apart. His tongue entered me, making me jump. Noises escaped from my mouth that I’d never heard before. When I was sure he wasn’t looking, I peeked above me and watched him as his tongue worked me.
“You dirty girl, you do like to watch.” He muttered, amused. I gasped as I realized he’d caught me watching. “Keep watching, Kaitlin. I want you to watch.” I obeyed, secretly more than a little bit turned on.
His tongue played my sex like it was an instrument that required years of expertise to perfect. Years of experience I was sure he had. When I closed my eyes, I found myself imagining it was Devon between my legs.
“Oh lord.” I cried, clutching onto the sheet with my still bound hands.
“Come for me, Kaitlin,” He whispered, “Come for me hard.” I didn’t hold back, my toes curled as I released the feelings of ecstasy from my body.
“Good god!” I gasped, all energy evaporated from my body.
I didn’t move, my body not allowing me to. I was vaguely aware of Charlie shuffling out of his clothes. First his shirt went, and then his pants. He reached up, uniting my hands. He gently rubbed my wrists where the material of the bra had been scoring against my skin.
“I want you on top of me, Kaitlin. I want to see you lying over me.” I forced myself out of my lull, silently wishing I’d had more time to enjoy the aftermath of my orgasm. Then again, I wasn’t the one paying four grand for this.
I should be thankful I was enjoying this at all. The things I’d make someone do if I were paying them that amount of cash.
He was already hard, I gently rubbed his length as I hovered over him. I positioned myself over him, lowering myself down onto his hardness. I gasped, my sex still throbbing from the pre-show.
He watched me, a smile etched across his face as I rode his length. My hair flailed around like I was standing in the middle of a windstorm. I closed my eyes, again picturing Devon below me.
Mauve handed me a check for almost six thousand dollars. My week’s earnings. My face flamed as I remembered what I’d done for this cash.
Stop it, Kaitlin, for f*ck’s sake, grow a pair!
Why be embarrassed? I’d enjoyed it, and it’s not like I had a boyfriend or anything to feel guilty about.
How was this less acceptable than picking up in a bar? At least this way I was protected from disease and earning a shitload of cash.
“See you next week.” I smiled at her as I gathered my things.
“Sure. Let me know if you want to take on other clients. I think you’d be quite popular. You have that whole innocent virgin look about you.” I laughed. Innocent? Me? Far from it.
“I’m good thanks Mauve.” I called as I walked out the door. I waved at Barry, who smiled back at me.
I went through the drive through of Chuckey’s on the way home, to treat myself to a thick shake. So much for my diet.
On the other hand though, I was getting more exercise than I ever had in my life, thanks to all this sex.