With a strangled cry, Erin lets go, and a rush of sweet nectar flows from her contracting p*ssy
. Still massaging her thigh, I coax her down from her erotic high, whispering reassuring words of praise. When I look back at the crowd, every eye is glazed and unblinking, and every face is flushed scarlet.
“I understand that it may be difficult to vocalize what we’ve just seen, so we’ll be cutting today’s class short. You’re all dismissed to your rooms, where a special gift from our friends at Lelo.com awaits you. I want you to explore your own pleasure points. Find out what techniques stimulate you the most. And while you do this, utilize the full-length mirrors stationed in your suites. Watch yourself get off. See what he sees when he’s pleasuring you.”
Without little persuasion, the ladies hastily file out of the room, all silently pondering their homework assignment. Once we’re alone, I turn to Erin, my expression burning with intensity.
“My house. Now.”
“WHAT THE f*ck
was that?”
I pace the floor, trying to reel in my temper. Erin sits cross-legged on my sofa, only sheathed in her robe.
“What was what?”
“Don’t play stupid, Erin. You know what you were doing.”
She smiles, feigning innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit!” I shout, throwing up my hands. “You were giving me the f*ck
-me eyes the entire time. And don’t think I didn’t catch you moan my name.”
She looks down at the floor to hide her forlorn expression. “Nice to see you were paying attention. You make me feel like I’m invisible to you.”
I rub the back of my neck in frustration, before going to kneel in front of her. Erin may be confident and fearless, but she is still a woman. She still needs to feel desired. “Of course you’re not invisible to me, Erin. I see you. Shit, I was touching you…talking to you in ways I shouldn’t have been. For a minute, I forgot where I was.”
She lifts her eyes and hope floods her face. “You wanted me, didn’t you? You wanted to be inside me, right?”
I swallow, pushing down the instinctive Yes in my throat. “I’d be f*ck
ing crazy not to want you, Erin. You’re a beautiful woman. But you know I can’t cross that line with you. Not now, not ever.”
“But…but before we did-”
I shake my head, knowing exactly where this is going. “That was then, Erin. And that will never happen again. I told you that. Now if you can’t handle this arrangement, I can find someone who can.”
Tears well in her eyes and she shakes her head. “No. No, I’m fine. I’m sorry, I just…”
I kiss her on the forehead and climb to my feet. “Good girl.”
For once, I’m actually not trying to be the villain. I like Erin, but not in the way that she wants. A few years back, I approached her in a Chicago bar, on her last dime, looking for any rich bastard to buy her a drink and hopefully be her sponsor. Despite being incredibly gorgeous, she reeked of desperation. I had to help her. It was my civic duty to do so before she got caught up with the wrong crowd.
“What’s your name, sweetheart?” I asked her, sliding onto the barstool beside her.
“Amy,” she answered, smiling too brightly.
“Amy, huh? What’s your real name?”
Her face fell, and she stared at the gin and tonic she had been nursing for the past hour. “Erin.”
Without a word, I slid her a business card. No name. No information. Just a phone number. Then I slapped a hundred dollar bill on the bar and turned and walked away.
Five minutes later, Erin was ringing my cell phone.
“There’s a diner on Michigan Avenue,” I answered without preamble.
“Which one?” she asked into the receiver.
“Whichever one you find me at.” End.
Half an hour later, Erin slid into the booth I was stationed at, flustered and irritated. I picked up my cup of coffee and casually took a sip before sliding her a menu.
“I’m not here to eat,” she said, pushing it back towards me.
“Order. You’re hungry. And don’t lie and say that you’re not. What we won’t do is lie to each other. Understand?”
Her eyes grew wide, but she didn’t argue. She was perfect for me. I knew she would be. I didn’t have the time or patience to break in someone who didn’t know how to submit.
I sipped my coffee while Erin devoured a large platter of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and toast. When she had eaten every morsel, I decided it was time to get down to business.
“Tell me your story.”
Without much coaxing, Erin revealed that she was a first year med student with no family and no means to support herself. She had lost her tiny, ramshackle apartment, and her small scholarship didn’t cover much beyond the first year, let alone housing. She was stuck– either drop out and go back home to Idaho, or find other, less-appealing ways to support herself. That day, she had decided that maybe her dreams of becoming a doctor just weren’t going to come true.
“I have a proposition for you,” I told her.