“Hey,” I replied as she walked over and gave me a gentle peck on the lips. Her lips were so soft and inviting that the thought entered my mind to slide my tongue in her mouth. Thank God I caught myself before I did it, because that would have cost me. To Maria, everything had a price, including something as simple as a French kiss, and she was way too expensive for my taste. A kiss like that probably would have cost me somewhere in the neighborhood of five hundred dollars. Don’t get me wrong; I was willing to pay to play, but not quite that much for a kiss. Besides, Maria and I had gone down that road once before, and it almost turned out to be a disaster.
You see, Maria wasn’t my girlfriend, or even a woman I dated. She was a high-class call girl who, along with her brother Remy, ran a business called Rand S Fulfillment Services, LLC, one of the most exclusive escort services in the country. They specialized in discretion and had the unusual ability to fulfill almost any request or fetish their wealthy, high-profile clients desired. They were by far the best there was at what they did. If Tiger Woods and Governor Spitzer had been their clients, they would both still be married and on top of their game right now. Crazy-ass Remy would kill a bitch if she opened her mouth about one of his clients.
“My brother tells me you have reason to celebrate,” she purred in her seductive Latin accent.
“You could say that,” I answered proudly. “I was named president of the company today.”
“Congrats. Now, that is something to celebrate. You should have requested a night with me. I would have made it a very memorable night, just like I did on your birthday, yes?” She gave me this look that made my manhood leap.
There was no doubt about how good she was at her profession. Old girl had put it on me that night like no one I’d ever been with. She was the first woman in years who actually made me feel like we had some kind of connection between us; that is, until we were finished and she turned off the affection and reminded me that it was all business. That was when she asked me for payment and told me just how much our night of erotic bliss had cost me. Well, I refused to pay, which prompted her brother to show up at the dealership with a nine millimeter, looking for his money.
“Yes, it was memorable, all right, and I’m sure you would show me the time of my life.” I shook my head to clear the erotic memories before they could tempt me to take her up on the offer. “But you’re a little too pricey for me. As good as the sex was, the one thing I remember most about my birthday was how much it cost. I should have asked the price before I went down that road. Nobody’s * is worth ten grand a night.”
“I have a pretty long client list that would disagree.” She gave me a confident smile. “But, Orlando, you’re in the car business. You know what they say: when you go to buy a Rolls-Royce, if you have to ask how much it costs, then you couldn’t afford it in the first place.”
I let out a chuckle. “Well, I guess you’re right about that. My older brother Vegas always used to say a man has to know his limitations. I guess when it comes to *, I’m just a BMW and Mercedes man, ’cause I got to know the price before I spend my money.”
“And there is nothing in the world wrong with a BMW or Mercedes. They will both give you a damn good ride, but no matter how much you sugarcoat it, we both know they are not a Rolls-Royce.” She laughed and I joined in. “Don’t worry, though. I think I have just what you need. My girl Ruby is a Mercedes sports car if I’ve ever seen one.” She turned to the bedroom and called, “Ruby!”
It took a few moments, but when Ruby finally walked out, I had to catch my breath. She was stunning. She didn’t have that commercial beauty like Maria. No, Ruby had natural beauty you could almost call wholesome. I had this thing for dark-skinned women, and her skin was the color of dark chocolate and smooth as a baby’s ass. Her hair was shoulder length but natural. I liked that a lot. There was something special about a black woman that wore her hair natural. That was sexy to me. Not to mention the fact that I loved to bury my hands in a woman’s hair while I was riding her from the back.
“Ruby, this is Orlando. Orlando, I’d like you to meet Ruby. She’s just come to this country from the island of Jamaica.”
Ruby had these huge dimples in each cheek that brightened her face as she smiled at me.