Текст книги "Aurora James"

Автор книги: Jessica Ingro

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The next night, I walked into The Den on a mission.

All night long I had seethed while thinking about what a smug bastard Xavier had been. The way he’d so quickly lit my body on fire, making me want him with a ferocity I had never experienced with another man, only to leave me frustrated and alone. The memory of the cruel words he had spoken added fuel to my anger.

If he thought me a whore, I was going to give him a whore.

Before strutting on the stage in nothing but a red G-string, my nipples decorated with red rhinestones, I found Sparky, the club’s resident deejay, and put in a request. When the familiar chords sounded, the lights above the platform danced across my body as I gave the performance of a lifetime, fully aware that Xavier sat at the bar nursing a tumbler full of dark liquid.

With the angry discordant sound of Courtney Love’s voice pumping through the speakers, all eyes were on me as I gyrated, spun and dipped. The angrier her voice got, the angrier and wilder my dancing became.

I perfected a particularly hard spin on the pole with my legs suspended in the air, something I had been secretly practicing in the confines of Candy’s living room where she had her own personal pole—why I didn’t ask.

Whistles and catcalls started around me as I slid down the pole, gracefully landing on my back on the stage. I writhed on the stage, vaguely noting several dollar bills landing around me where I lay. As her final taunt for her jerk of a lover to go on and take everything faded out, with my arms stretched out over my head, I arched my back, my left leg cocked, a perfect silhouette of a woman looking to seduce a man. That’s when the lights turned out over the platform. I hadn’t planned for that dramatic ending—Sparky must have been feeling theatrical—but I was going to take it.

Clapping sounded around me, the sound growing until it felt like a pressure pushing in on my chest. There were a lot of men there tonight, which meant a lot of women, seeing as how it was a Friday evening. Now that the anger I had been nursing had leaked out of me during the angry song, I felt naked and vulnerable up on the stage.

Rising to my feet, I moved swiftly to the side of the platform, passing Cherry and her disapproving gaze, and started down the stairs. Candy pulled me into a quick hug as soon as my feet hit the wooden floor of the barroom.

“That was ah-ma-zing, sister!” she cried out in delight. “Every man in here was drooling at the sight of you up there!”

“Uh… thanks,” I mumbled, wanting… no, needing to get out of there. I had only wanted to show Xavier what he was missing. Show him I was better than his nasty insinuations. All it did was leave me stripped bare and feeling like I’d given him a bigger chunk of me than the one he had taken the night before.

“You should be more excited,” Candy said with a discerning eye trained on me.

Not wanting to explain my uncharacteristic display for attention, I plastered a fake smile on my face and linked my arm in hers, drawing us towards a group of men who looked rather eager to see us heading in their direction.

“Let’s find ourselves some men,” I told her, reminding myself I was here for a reason and it was high time I made good on that reason.

“Jesus,” the masculine voice groaned in my ear, punctuated by a twist of his hips. “So tight,” it continued.

“Fuck my pussy,” I breathed.

The heavy weight over my body shuddered at my dirty talk, and he plunged in a little harder on his next thrust.

It was exactly what I needed.

My insides tightened and my nails dug into his back seconds before my orgasm slammed into me, pleasure spreading throughout my body. My limbs tightened around him, my arms around his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his back.

He lifted his head, and warm chocolate-colored eyes held mine as he drove into me one last time before coming on a strangled grunt of satisfaction.

With his head buried in my neck, he settled his weight over me and struggled to catch his breath. My hands absently ran over his back as I stared at the ceiling and allowed myself a small smile.

Not only had I broken a very long dry spell by having sex with a client, but I had successfully managed to find my release with him as well.

After the show I’d put on, Candy and I had approached a group of men. On our way to their table, I’d discreetly eyed the bar where Xavier was sitting only to find his chair empty. Deciding to ignore the pang of regret that caused, I’d plastered a wide smile on my face and began flirting my ass off.

Satisfaction had swept over me as the men wasted no time praising my dancing skills, making me feel prettier and more worthy of attention than I had in weeks, thanks to all the rejection I had faced.

To appease each man, Candy and I had taken our turns moving from lap to lap, giving them each the thrill of having our asses grinding into their crotches. It was mind numbing, and my heart hadn’t been into it at all. The only thing I’d been able to think about was how Xavier had left without giving me the satisfaction of seeing his reaction to the message I was sending him.

It had been when a man named Roger asked me if I’d be willing to do a threesome with him and Candy that I noticed a man sitting by himself off to the side of one of the platforms. He’d worn a navy blue suit with a pale blue shirt, its top few buttons undone and showcasing the thick column of his throat, and salt and pepper in his hair. His face was distinguished, almost aristocratic with its sharp angles and lines. It wasn’t his good looks, but rather his haunted eyes though that had spoken to me.

Excusing myself from Roger and his threesome—something that I found the idea of oddly thrilling, just not with Roger—I’d made my way over to where the solitary man sat. He’d looked startled when I’d pulled the chair out in front of him and sat down.

After striking up a conversation while sipping a glass of wine that he’d insisted on buying for me, I’d learned that the man’s name was Tony. He was a widowed man of fifty-two, his wife having died of cancer a year and a half ago. His partner at the small law firm he ran had suggested he try The Den to break his own dry spell. It seemed Tony was having trouble moving on from the woman who for all intents and purposes sounded like his soul mate.

Once Tony had arrived at the Den, he couldn’t bring himself to approach anyone, so he’d just watched from a distance, wishing life were different.

I admired his strength and the fact that he had been so honest with me. Not many men would allow a woman to see into his emotions. Most would consider it a sign of weakness to let a woman know how fragile they were.

Decision made that Tony would be the first man I would take to bed, I’d risen from my chair and offered him my hand. He’d studied it for several seconds before looking up into my face with a questioning gaze.

“It’s been a long time for me, too,” I’d admitted on a whisper.

After contemplating my words, he’d placed his hand in mine and allowed me to lead him towards Ghost’s post at the secret door.

“Tony would like an hour of my time,” I’d told Ghost with more vibrato than I’d actually felt. Not only had I been nervous about actually giving my body to a client, I had been hesitant about how Ghost would react to my request. I’d have been fooling myself to think Ghost wasn’t still enforcing Xavier’s hands-off policy for me. Why he even had that policy was beyond me. It wasn’t as if he wanted me for himself.

“Not going to happen.” Ghost had crossed his arms over this chest and leveled his gaze on me. I’d swallowed hard but didn’t give up.

“You know this isn’t right,” I said in an imploring tone. “You can’t let him do this to me.”

Tony had squeezed my hand, and I’d turned my attention to him. “It’s okay, Aurora. This was probably a bad idea anyway.”

When he’d moved to pull his hand from mine, it had been my turn to tighten my grip on him. Tony needed someone who understood loss, who understood pain, to help him heal. I would be damned if Xavier would take that from him. Or me.

“Ghost, Tony would like to pay for an hour with me. He has full reign over me during this time.” My voice had been strong, and I’d hoped it would be enough. Short of stomping around like a petulant child, there had been nothing else I could do to end the madness.

Ghost had studied me for several beats, uncertainty crossing his hard features.

“Please,” I’d added for good measure.

“Full access costs more,” he’d finally told Tony, and triumph coursed through my veins. It would seem he was a reasonable man after all.

Tony had set up payment, not even blinking at the outrageous amount quoted to him, after which I’d drawn him down to my bedroom.

Several awkward minutes of small talk had led to me finally working up the nerve to take the lead, which had then led to some of the best sex I had ever had. Top five for sure. Tony was well endowed and it was evident from the attention he’d shown my body that he knew how to take care of a woman.

Even if it had been a long time for the both of us, our bodies had known exactly what to do. We’d moved in sync with each other, as if we’d had sex with each other numerous times. It had been absolutely beautiful.

Which led to now and my post-coital cuddling with him.

“You okay,” I murmured against his ear when he still hadn’t roused.

He lifted his head, resting his weight on his forearms in the bed, and gifted me with a laidback smile, showing how relaxed he was. “I think I’m more than okay.” His face turned serious and his fingers ran along my temple, pulling my hair from my face. “Thank you,” he said almost reverentially, and I felt tears building behind my eyes at his sweetness.

It was a perfect moment that I wished would have lasted forever. I couldn’t have asked for my introduction into the final step of this life to be any better.

After Tony pulled out of my body and we had both cleaned up, I led him out of my room and towards the main hall. He was surprisingly affectionate as his hand ran up and down my back as we walked side by side. His wife had been one lucky lady. The thought made me frown in sadness for them both. Losing someone who was so young was heartbreaking.

When we approached the mouth of the hall, loud voices came reverberating from Ghost’s office. I slowed my steps, my curiosity swinging my gaze towards the partially open door. Tony stopped next to me and was about to ask why I’d stopped when we heard words bellowed so loudly it was like a lion’s roar of anger. “I told you no clients were allowed to fuck her.”

My face drained of its color at the same time my heart plummeted into my stomach. They were talking about me. And from the sounds of it, Xavier wasn’t exactly thrilled with Ghost agreeing to let me service poor, sweet Tony.

Well, fuck him.

“And I told you that you were being ridiculous. Thinking with your dick instead of your head,” Ghost’s boom followed.

“Maybe we should—” Tony started, but his words were cut off when I stomped down the hall towards the door. I was vaguely aware of him following me, but rage had taken up residence inside me and I was on a mission.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” I shrieked at Xavier as I pushed the door open, causing it to hit the wall with a loud bang. The air in the room was thick with animosity—most of which was coming from the man who looked ready to kill his first lieutenant, as I affectionately referred to Ghost—but I wasn’t put off by it. No, I fed off of it.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Xavier sneered.

“I will not! You can’t tell me who I can and can’t sleep with,” I yelled even louder.

“You’ll get the fuck out of here before I rip your head off with my bare hands.” Xavier’s cold and lethal voice made me tremble. I realized then that his gaze was pointed just past my shoulder to where Tony was standing behind me, his face pale and his whole body stiff with fear.

Xavier moved nary an inch, but it was just enough to show his intent. Tony was down the hall and out the door before I could release the breath I had been holding.

Poor Tony. He didn’t deserve that and I really would have liked to see him again. No way was that going to happen after Xavier’s pissing contest.

“This isn’t a dictatorship. It’s my body and I’ll damn well do as I please,” I forged on, this time my voice calmer and quieter. Yelling at him when he was in this condition wouldn’t get me anywhere. It was only going to make him roar even louder.

He stalked towards me menacingly, ignoring Ghost, whose hand reached out to try and block his progress. “That’s where you’re wrong. I own this body. I say who has access to it. You’re mine.”

His words had my heart beating wildly against my chest and not out of fear. What I wouldn’t have given to hear him say I was his just twenty-four hours ago. But that was then and this was now.

“You can’t do this,” I told him in a low and steady voice. “You can’t act all proprietary over me and send my clients away. You don’t have that right. You never had that right. I’m here to do a job. Let me do my damn job.”

“She’s right,” Ghost added, his tone firm.

Xavier’s eyes moved from me to him and then back to me. His face, which had been dark with anger before, was now a blank mask of indifference as he contemplated how he wanted this to play out.

“Fine,” he said shortly, and without another word, he was gone. I stared at the door after he was gone and a few moments later heard the secret door slam shut. A wave of relief flooded my body, quickly followed by a surge of intense disappointment. I chose to focus on the first emotion rather than exploring why his leaving so easily caused the second.

“You need to get back to work.” Ghost broke the silence, his reminder firm yet gentle.

“Right.”

With a nod, I left the room and did just that. And when I serviced my second client of the night, taking him in my mouth at the same time he took me in his, I tried to ignore the despair that threatened to overwhelm me or the tears that insistently crawled up the back of my throat.

“Hey, Trixie,” I called out after knocking on the woman’s door.

“Hi,” she mumbled distractedly, not even raising her head to look at me when I plopped down in the chair in front of her desk.

“What’s up?”

Her gaze finally came to me and she pushed the papers she was studying aside.

“My daughter...” She trailed off, shadows passing through her eyes. “Never mind. What can I do for you?”

“What about your daughter?” I pressed, not letting her change the subject.

“My daughter has cancer,” she solemnly admitted and I gasped. “Stage two, so it’s early, but…” She shrugged and leaned back in her chair.

“I’m so sorry, Trixie.” I felt my throat clog with emotion for the woman who had come to mean a good deal to me these last few weeks. She was one of the kindest and sweetest people I had ever met. Quick to tell a joke and fiercely protective of the girls.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“I’ll pray for your daughter,” I added, setting my hand over hers in a show of support. I might not be a God-fearing woman like Ruth, but I still liked to think that every now and then he listened to me. Hopefully, this would be one of those times.

“So, what do you need?” she asked, and knowing she probably needed it, I allowed her to change the subject.

“Just wondering what you had for me.” Trixie was the keeper of schedules and the girls never did anything without checking with her first.

Ever since Xavier lifted the ban on my interactions, my clientele had become a steady stream. I was finally making money, and while I couldn’t say I always enjoyed the work, I was becoming more desensitized to allowing random strangers to touch me and use my body. That’s not to say all of my jobs were full-on fucking; some men just wanted a woman to do the things their significant others wouldn’t do while others wanted a little companionship.

Just two days before, I’d had an elderly man who paid for me to go on a date with him because he was lonesome. After a wonderful meal at a little Italian restaurant downtown, I’d taken him to the movies. While that part had been extra, I’d made sure he wasn’t charged. I knew all too well what it was like to feel lonely, and if I could save him from feeling that way for even a few hours, I damn well would.

The fact that I had barely seen Xavier since the showdown in his office had that forlorn part of me growing and festering, even though I tried to ignore it. Whatever tentative friendship we had begun forming was killed that night in my kitchen. I wasn’t sure we’d ever be able to have more than a passing acquaintance. I imagined he felt the same way, seeing as he barely came around me anymore.

“Well, I have Marx on the schedule for you on Tuesday.” I perked up at that. I stopped myself from rubbing my hands together in anticipation. Marx was a big tipper and a big spender. A half hour with him meant my savings fund would get a huge boost.

“I also have a woman looking for an evening with a brunette. If you’re interested, that is.”

Was I interested? A small part of me was. Ever since Brandy had offered to show me what it was like to be with a woman, I had been curious. The other part of me was terrified of being with a woman. What if I failed spectacularly? Would I lose my woman card?

One thing I had learned from this whole experience was that nothing ventured meant nothing gained. For the first time in my life, I felt in control. I was the one calling the shots. And not only did I finally have stability, but I had found a family at The Den. I thought of Candy, Brandy, Daisy, and a few of the other girls like sisters, with Ghost and Cheech being the lovable yet overbearing brothers. It felt good to have people around me who I trusted and who didn’t judge me. Especially since they understood everything I was going through.

I straightened my spine and before I could think better of it said, “Let’s do it.”

The only way I was ever going to know if I enjoyed lesbian action was to actually participate in some lesbian action. Who knew? Maybe I’d prefer it. Then again, I was no vegetarian and I did love me some sausage. The thought made me want to laugh, but I forced it down lest Trixie think I was crazy.

“I’ll set it up for tonight,” she assured me.

Schedule squared away, I said my goodbyes to Trixie.

First stop, my weekly doctor exam. Second stop, Brandy’s room. I needed to bone up on my cunnilingus skills. And fast.

The blonde woman stretched out on my bed, the picture of alluring sexuality. Her generous breasts rose with the movement and her legs widened, allowing me to see she was completely bare between them. I swallowed and fought my rising panic.

While I had quickly excused myself and rushed into the bathroom like a lunatic, whereupon I had given myself a silent pep talk, she had obviously made herself at home.

Brandy had given me a crash course earlier in the day about how to please a woman—a lesson that involved her giving me an earth-shattering orgasm and me giving her what I would classify as an okay orgasm shortly thereafter. It would seem I still had a lot to learn about giving a woman good head.

With a woman lying naked in front of me, waiting for me to show her pleasure, any pointers I might have picked up with Brandy quickly flew out the window. I was definitely going to have to fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

“Monica…” I trailed off after saying her name, not sure what I would follow it with anyway.

“Why don’t you come here?” she purred seductively, adding to my unease. She seemed so practiced and I was, well, not.

She held her hand out to me, and with no other excuses coming to mind, I tentatively took it and let her pull me onto the bed. Her hand on my shoulder pressed my body down onto the mattress, and then she was hovering over me. Her skin soft. Her scent citrusy. Her blonde hair fell in waves around her face as she looked down on me with a beatific smile.

“You’re new to this,” she commented, and not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“The way you’re trembling turns me on,” she continued, her hand lifting mine and pressing it to her mound where she was hot and… yep… wet. It sent a trill of excitement through me. There was something so taboo about being with a girl, even though it was anything but.

I hesitantly ran my finger along her slit and was rewarded with another smile right before her head descended and her soft lips brushed mine. Her tongue snaked out to run along my bottom lip, causing me to open for her. The feel of her tongue against mine sent lust singing through my veins, and before I knew it, my hand cupped her breast, my thumb stroking the nipple as it hardened, while my other continued to rub her clit.

It didn’t take long for Monica to take over. Her fingers lowered the cup of my pale yellow lace bra. Her lips wrapped around my nipple and simultaneously sucked while flicking her tongue against the hardened bud. Her hand dove into my panties and I widened my legs, a silent moan leaving my mouth when two of her fingers dipped inside me.

There was no thinking after that. My hand fell away from her body, gripping the sheets as I gasped and moaned in delight.

She continued to work my breast, all the while fucking me with her fingers, driving me out of my mind. I writhed beneath her, seeking that illustrious release that I knew was building inside me with ferocity.

Brandy hadn’t lied when she said women knew better than any man what we needed. Being with another woman had me beyond turned on, and I wholeheartedly welcomed the fruits of that particular labor.

“Monica.” I gasped when her thumb was added to the mix, putting the perfect amount of pressure on my clit.

My body trembled.

Stars burst forth in front of my eyes.

Unintelligible sounds flew from my mouth.

My hands clamped on her head.

And I came in a sudden rush that left me a pile of goo underneath the woman who was now rubbing her pussy against my leg, her lips gliding across my chest, up my neck and back to my mouth.

When I could finally think again, I rolled her to her back and began the same exquisite torture on her. My fingers dipped inside her, her hips lifting with each thrust of my hand while I sucked her breast into my mouth.

“Wait.” She gasped when I positioned myself between her legs, my tongue taking its first sweep through her wetness, but I didn’t listen. I was too caught up in the way she tasted. She was as sweet as honey, and I buried my face even further between her legs, wanting more of her.

“I… I…” she stuttered as I ate her with fervor. Lost in the excitement, I vaguely noted that this was what had been missing with Brandy. Last night I had been going through the motions, too worried about whether or not I was doing something wrong. It was only good when the person was enjoying it.

Monica’s hands threaded through my hair and pulled my head up. She took one look at how my mouth glistened from her juices before her mouth descended on me ravenously.

“God, I taste good on you,” she whispered against my lips before slipping her tongue back inside my mouth.

We rolled this way and that on the bed, both seeking as much contact as we could. My garters came off in a snap. My panties flew across the room. My bra landed on the lampshade.

She sucked my skin. I bit hers.

She licked my nipple. I pinched hers.

Her hand stroked between my legs. My hand worked magic between hers.

There was give. There was take.

And I was dangerously close to coming again while she still hadn’t had a one.

I pulled back, my hand stilling its motion and drawing her attention to me.

“Why did you want me to stop? Was I not doing it right?” I asked in horror. How embarrassing would that be? I’d be a disgrace to the sisterhood for sure.

Monica cupped my face and smiled. “It was perfect. I just had something else in mind to get off with.”

My eyebrows drew together in confusion. “You did?”

She nodded, releasing my face and rolling out from under me. She walked her perfectly toned and tanned body over to a bag she set on the floor by the door, pulling out a strange contraption that appeared to be a bunch of straps.

Turning back to me, she lifted the thing up to show me. It was then I noticed the rather larger rubber penis attached to the straps.

Good God! She wanted to use a strap-on?

I was so out of my league.

“I want you to fuck me with this,” she informed me, and I gulped.

Could I do that? I wasn’t even sure how to put the damn thing on.

“I’m not sure…” I hedged.

“I’ll fuck you with it afterward if you want,” she added with a sly smile. “It feels magnificent. I promise.”

“How the hell do you put it on?” I asked incredulously.

“Here, I’ll help you.” She arranged the contraption and looked up at me anxiously. It was then I knew I was going to do it. She was the customer after all. The paying customer. And if this was what she wanted, then I needed to give it to her.

No risk, no reward, I reminded myself.

I stood up and surveyed the thing, still not sure what I needed to do. Monica must have sensed my confusion and proceeded to instruct me how to step into it. Once it settled on my hips, she tightened the straps, the huge dildo practically poking her in the eye.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, steeling myself to fuck a woman with a fake penis. It was do or die at this point. Put up or shut up. The cliché terms could go on and on.

Monica rummaged in the bag one last time before tossing it back on the floor. She placed a small bottle of lube in my hand before crawling up on the bed, leaving herself on all fours. Her head turned, and she gave me a coy look over her shoulder that had my heart racing.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

Her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.

Wow.

I never would have considered that to be a turn-on before, but apparently my mind was befuddled after the last half hour of foreplay with the woman.

Positioning myself behind her, I poured the lube generously over the rubber phallus.

It really was huge.

Fully lubed and ready to go, I took a steadying breath and positioned the tip at her entrance.

Monica wiggled her ass impatiently right before she pushed back against me. I watched in fascination as her flesh gave way and the penis disappeared inside her.

Holy fuck that was hot. No wonder why guys loved this position.

With her hands on the headboard, she moved back and forth against me, fucking herself rather than me doing it to her, considering I was too fascinated by the sight in front of me. Realizing that the do-it-yourself approach probably wasn’t what she was looking for, I tentatively pulled my hips back before thrusting them forward. She rewarded my efforts with a moan.

Taking that sound as encouragement, I gripped her hips and repeated the movement, only this time I slammed into her with as much force as I could manage. Her head shot back and she bucked against me on a cry.

I felt myself growing wetter and wetter with every plunge my cock took into her pussy. It was incredibly erotic watching her climbing higher and higher as I thrust my pelvis against her, even if the cock was only superficially attached to me.

Sooner than I would have liked—I was enjoying myself too much for it to end—Monica came on a wail. Her body convulsing. Her head thrown back. In that moment, I wished the cock were real and I could feel her tightening around me, milking my own orgasm from me.

When she slumped against the bed, I pulled out. Sitting back on my heels, I glanced down at the cock, seeing it wet from her release. I desperately needed to get off. It was all too much and my pussy ached to be filled.

Monica pushed up on her elbows and looked over at me with eyes still glazed over in passion. I felt my lips curling into a smile, both of pride for getting her off and affection.

“Your turn?” she asked with a quirk of her head.

I nodded enthusiastically and she laughed, loud and throaty.

Ten minutes later, it was me moaning and crying out as Monica fucked me into oblivion. And I’m not ashamed to admit that after that, we went another round… or two… or three.