Disclaimers ~ These characters belong to me. If they have a passing resemblance to you or share your name, it's purely coincidental.
Bad language ~ The odd word or two.
Love/Sex ~ A bit. The story of a loving relationship between two women.
Copyright © February 2009
Teaser ~ At a bad place in her life, Jane meets Eve, a mysterious businesswoman, who shows her nothing but kindness. Believing she doesn't deserve to be loved, can Eve convince Jane otherwise?
Light in the Dark
M y name is Jane Doe and I am a former prostitute.
That's right, I was a street walker, a lady of the night, a hooker. Nothing to be ashamed of, it's a profession as old as time. And besides, desperate times, call for desperate measures.
I started out as a prostitute, but then became an escort. Well...I didn't exactly become one, I sort of stumbled into it.
If you're still reading, this is my story...
It all started when I fell behind with my rent. Then it was my electricity bill, then the water bill, and when I thought it couldn't get any worse, the damn television license bill came through the letter box! For those of you lucky people who don't have to pay a TV License, let me explain it for you. Every year in England, the BBC (that's a channel on the television), send you a bill to pay for the privilege of having their channel; a high bill at that! Why don't you get rid of the channel? I hear you cry. Well, you can't! Like it or lump, if you have a television you have to bloody pay!
That one I took care of, I sold my television. No television, no need to pay a license. They put shit on anyway and I certainly couldn't afford cable. I used the money I got from the sale to hold off the people breathing down my neck.
I worked a night shift at a local petrol station, working on the till. Not a great job, or the safest. I was held up three times! Anyway, rubbish job, rubbish pay, then I got fired. That's how I got into my predicament.
I was out walking one night, my worries keeping me from sleeping, when a car pulled up to the kerb.
“How much?” the man who leaned out the open window asked.
I actually checked behind me to see if he was speaking to someone else. “How much for what?” I asked in confusion.
“You, your services?”
I shook my head in disbelief. “I'm just out for a walk. Sorry.”
He drove off muttering words I'm sure I didn't want to know. I was left in shock. Looking down at what I was wearing, I hardly screamed prostitute. Why on earth would he imagine I was one? As I walked back to my small flat, the man's offer swirling around my head, I kept questioning myself. It would be quick money in hand, but could I do it? Could I bring myself to let some man, or woman I suppose, touch me and use my body? Was I really that desperate? Surely another job would come along? How much did ladies of the night make anyway? Who could I ask?
I didn't sleep that night.
* * * * *
I found out about a local escort service. You know, an agency you join, then accompany people out when they can't find a proper date. Well, it turned out the agency near me not only took a fee from you, a commission if you like, for them setting you up with a client, but also they deducted a fee from whatever earnings you got to cover some license they had to pay! What a cheek!
I got talking to one of the girls who worked for the agency, and she told me she wished she had never joined. She said she could be earning more if she was walking the street, and at least she'd be her own boss. I asked why she didn't leave the agency. Surely she could build up a list of clients? She muttered something about a sell-out clause being too high and quickly left.
Running out of time to pay my bills, I opted against the escort agency and was forced out on to the street. I thought, hey why not? I don't have to do it again, just this once.
I went to the local casino and sat at the bar with a drink, subtly checking out potential clients and trying to work up my courage to go and offer my services. My first ‘client' was a wealthy businessman. I won't tell you his name. Let's call him...Al. Anyway, Al took me up to his penthouse suite and poured me a glass of chilled champagne.
We sat on the black leather couch, making awkward small talk. Mostly he did the talking, I was too nervous to think; thoughts of what was about to occur running through my head, along with my fear of whether I would actually go through with it. Al soon inched closer to me, lightly touching my arm, my leg, fingers tracing my cheek. I flinched every time.
“You are new to this way of life, hmm?” he asked kindly.
I swallowed hard, almost bursting into tears as I imagined I had messed up and he was going to throw me out. What man wants an emotional prostitute? Saying that, I suppose there are some men out there with...eccentric desires.
“It's okay,” he smiled. “We go slow, take our time.” Al stood, helped me up, then led me through to the bedroom. Facing me, he ever so gently undressed me; unzipping the zipper on my short black skirt and sliding it down, complimenting me as he went. Next to go was my shirt, his hands quickly covering my bra-covered breasts once they were revealed.
I trembled in fear and bit my tongue, as his fingers danced across my skin. When it came down to the actual act of having sex I cried the whole time. I don't know how he put up with me.
Al paid me handsomely to spend the whole night, claiming he couldn't sleep without a warm body next to him. Of course I stayed, the money he offered not only cleared up the water and electricity bills, but it would feed me for a week or two as well.
In the morning, we shared a lavish breakfast and I told Al about the escort agency I had looked into. He suggested I start up my own clientele list and be my own boss. Not a bad idea. After breakfast, Al showed me to the door and told me he would like to see me again the next time he was in town. He asked for my phone number, and when I told him I didn't have a phone, he had one of his aides go out to the nearest shop to buy me a mobile. Once the man returned, Al smiled and handed me his business card, telling me to text or call as soon as the phone was charged up so he had my number.
I had my first client.
* * * * *
I was forced back on to the streets a couple of weeks later. The money from Al had dwindled and I hadn't heard from him. Needing more, I was back out there.
I went back to the casino, figuring that anyone who had a good night might like some company to celebrate with. I couldn't afford a drink at the bar this time, so I stood outside, away from the other hookers, who stood in plain sight and were always getting moved on. I stood sheltered in a dimly lit doorway, carefully watching those coming and going.
Standing in the doorway sheltered me from the wind, which was a good thing as it was a cold night. I noticed someone approaching and couldn't help but keep watching them. As whoever it was got closer, I was surprised to find it was a woman. She wasn't beautiful or graceful, more handsome than anything. She was smart looking though, wearing a dark suit with the two top buttons on her crisp white shirt open, exposing her neck. She wore a long black coat over her suit. It looked good on her; she had the height to carry it off. Her dark hair was cut short.
She sort of...swaggered towards me, and as she came to a stop in front of me, she smiled and my heart skipped. “My name is Eve and I would like to take you to dinner.”
I burst out laughing. Wouldn't you? “I'm a prostitute, sweetheart. You pay for my body, you don't have to feed me first.”
Her eyes darted away from me, and I swear she looked hurt by my reply. “Is that a no?” she asked quietly, sounding disappointed.
A girl's gotta eat, right? Why not get someone willing to pay to buy it? “I'll have to charge you for my time,” I told her. “While I'm eating with you, I could be...working.”
“Of course,” Eve replied quickly. “Whatever you think is fair.”
I looked at her in amazement. Whatever I think is fair! I could take such liberties if I was inclined that way. “Hundred and fifty,” I told her cheekily, not really expecting her to agree as that was an escort price.
“Okay.” She offered me her arm. “My car is parked along the road. Shall we?”
She took me to a real fancy place. The sort of restaurant I couldn't afford or even get a table at. The guy at the door gave me a look of distaste and disapproval, and I remembered who I was and how I had just met Eve.
“Don't you know who this is?” Eve growled, catching the look the balding man threw my way. “This,” she said, pointing at me, “is the star of a new stage show opening soon. “Hot and sexy with a call girl!”. If you do not wish for her to grace this...establishment with her presence, if you have a problem with her sitting in her costume, you tell me now, and I will take her somewhere where her appearance will be appreciated.”
I stifled a giggle. She made me feel like a princess.
The man picked up two menus and showed us to a table, his face burning in embarrassment.
Dinner was nice, so it should be for the prices they charged! Eve asked about me. Not how I became a prostitute, not about my childhood, but about my interests, what books or films I liked, my favourite flower. I answered every question, which was surprising because I'm usually reserved and a little shy. But Eve seemed genuinely interested. She even answered some questions I had for her.
I found out she was a big sports fan, liked a good scotch, and was VP at the company she worked for.
Dinner lasted two hours, I wished it was longer. No, not because of the money. I really enjoyed Eve's company. I felt comfortable in her company and held on to her arm as we walked back to her car. She held open the car door for me. God, she made me feel like a real lady. After she closed my door, I watched her walk around the car to the driver's side.
“Where to?” she asked, putting on her seat-belt.
I gave her my address and spent the whole silent drive thinking about what could be happening next. Hot images of our naked, sweat-covered bodies writhing together, soft moans, and open-mouthed kisses. I vaguely wondered if Eve was thinking the same thing.
The elevator was out of order in my block of flats; not unusual. We walked up to the fourth floor and stopped outside my peeling red door. We faced each other, her electric blue eyes locked on to my blue-grey.
Eve suddenly shook her head slightly and took a shaky breath. She took out her wallet and pulled out some notes, handing them over to me. “I had a really nice time tonight, I really enjoyed your company.”
I blinked in surprise at her words, and looked down dumbly at her money. “You're not coming in?”
Eve shook her head. “Tonight was never about sex, Jane.” She smiled and took my hand. “Goodnight,” she murmured as she lifted my hand to her lips and kissed my fingers. Releasing my hand, she turned and started back down the stairs.
I rushed to the railing and looked down at her retreating figure. “Will I see you again?” I asked, more desperately than I intended.
Electric blue looked up and locked on to me like lasers, a dazzling smile lighting up her face. “I'm glad you asked, Jane. I'll come see you again.”
Something that felt a lot like relief flooded through me and I watched her leave with a goofy smile on my face.
* * * * *
I saw Eve again Friday night. I was just walking out of a dark alley, the foul taste of semen in my mouth, and there she was leaning against the doorway I had been sheltering in when we first met. Flustered that she was there waiting, I felt my heart drop in disappointment and shame. The reality of what it was I did at night was obvious and real now. When she took me out to dinner, I think we were both able to pretend I wasn't who I was.
“Hi,” I greeted with as much of a smile as I could manage.
She smiled and offered me a packet of mints. “Hello, Jane. How are you?”
“I'm okay,” I replied, gratefully popping a mint into my mouth. “Something you need, handsome?” My eyes raked down her body in appreciation. She was once again dressed in a suit that had obviously been cut especially for her.
“Do you uhm...have plans for tomorrow?”
I smiled and shook my head. “No. Want another dinner date?”
Eve looked a little bashful as she shook her head. “I have tickets to the theatre, a gift from a client of mine, and I was wondering if you would be interested in joining me?”
Was she for real? She wanted to take a prostitute to the theatre. Probably one of those fancy West End ones as well!
“I'll pay for your time of course,” she continued.
“I...” I paused, I really wanted to spend time with her, but this was so unusual. And then, of course, there was my growing attraction to her to worry about. She was technically a client. “I don't have anything to wear,” I told her lamely, thinking that would be the end of it.
She smiled, a glint of hope on her face. “I have a friend, he's at his shop right now, waiting. If you say yes, we'll go and find you a dress to wear.”
I'm a prostitute, and she not only wants to take me to the theatre, she wants to pay for my time and buy me a dress! I, of course, said yes.
Eve drove us to her friend's boutique, a small shop in the expensive part of town. You know the sort of place, the shop you go to browse in but couldn't afford anything unless you re-mortgaged your house.
Barrett, the owner, was a flamboyant gay man, who clapped in delight (I'm not kidding), when we walked in. “Darrrrling!” he shrieked, smiling like a proud parent. “I'm thinking light blue, so you match tall, dark, and broody's eyes.”
I laughed, liking him instantly for some unknown reason. I glanced at Eve, who was looking at us in amusement. “I'm sure you know what's best,” I complimented.
“Ah! She's a peach!” he directed at Eve. “She believes the expert when he speaks.” A dark brown eyebrow lifted and I laughed at him trying to give Eve attitude. He spun on his heel and disappeared out back, returning with a beautiful light blue silk gown and a slinky red one. “I saw the red and thought maybe,” he explained. “It will, after all, bring out your blonde hair and blue eyes.” Barrett stopped in front of me, eyeing me up. “There was also a black, but with handsome over there wearing a tuxedo,” he paused to look over to Eve for confirmation, and saw her nod, “I thought this beautiful peach just has to wear some colour,” he said to me.
Eve laughed at his antics, obviously used to him.
Barrett stuck his tongue out at her before returning his attention to me. “Which one first, honey?” he asked, holding each dress up for me to look at.
I nibbled my bottom lip, I already knew I wanted the blue, but if I said that I wouldn't get to try on the slinky red, and how often would I get the chance? “The red first, please.”
Barrett smiled knowingly. “I knew you were going to say that! You want to see how it looks, just in case, hmm?” He led me towards the back of the shop to the single, spacious, changing room. “Call me if you need a hand,” he said, leaving me to it.
The dress really was beautiful. Cut low to show off a hint of cleavage, it also had no back, the material stopping at my lower back. I pulled out the hairband that had my hair tied back, and fluffed my blonde locks loose. I couldn't help but laugh as I imagined myself wearing this dress and a deep red lipstick while on the game; I would certainly be popular.
As I walked back into the main room, Eve gaped at me speechless, and I like to think almost drooling, as her eyes devoured me.
“Twirl, darling,” Barrett told me.
So I did, my loose hair whipping around with me. Facing Eve again, I waited nervously for her to say something. “What do you think?” I finally asked.
Her jaw worked up and down a couple of times. “You...stunning.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly, her opinion meaning a lot. “I'll just go and try on the blue dress.” Back in the changing room, I slipped out of the red dress and into the light blue. It was the one. It felt so divine against my skin, and it really did match Eve's eyes. I quickly pulled back my hair, holding it up to expose my neck. Perfect. I changed back into my street clothes, wanting to keep how I was going to look a surprise, then went back out to where Eve was waiting.
A dark eyebrow lifted as she spotted me. “Everything all right?”
I gave her a reassuring smile. “Perfect. I'd like the blue, if that's okay?”
Eve looked over at Barrett, pulling out her wallet. “We'll take the blue.”
* * * * *
Saturday night, I stood in front of my full-length mirror, chewing on my bottom lip as my eyes scanned down my reflection in awe. My hair was pulled up and held in place by a tortoiseshell hair-clasp and looked amazing and neatly in place. The dress was fantastic and the matching shoes, which had been delivered to my door this very afternoon (Eve, the sneaky devil), made me look like a completely different person. The light make-up I had put on finished the lady of elegance look I had been going for.
As the doorbell rang, I wanted to run to the door, fling it open, and jump into Eve's arms. I didn't move. This was bad. I was developing feelings for my client! Taking a deep, calming breath, I finally left my bedroom and took my time walking to the front door. When I got it open, all I could do was gawp at Eve. She looked dashingly handsome in a black tuxedo, her short dark hair combed back, those sparkling baby blues running down the length of my body and setting me aflame.
“You look...beautiful,” she uttered quietly.
God, she makes me feel so special! As I let her in, Eve held out a velvet box.
“I have a friend, she loaned me these for the evening.”
I gasped as she opened the small box to reveal diamond earrings. “You borrowed them for me to wear!”
“You don't have to wear them, I just thought...I would give you a choice.”
I looked into her eyes, touched that she had thought of me, and thinking she looked so adorable when she was all unsure of herself. “Thank you,” I told her in barely a whisper.
So, we left my dingy little flat with me feeling like a model or something. The flush to my pale complexion was the only thing ruining my “too cool to care” look, but I couldn't complain. I was on the arm of a woman I longed to spend time with and she treated me like a princess.
The play was good, I guess. It's the only one I've ever seen, so I don't have anything to compare it to, but I liked it fine enough. Eve stayed close to me during the interval, her arm casually around my waist. That made me bold, and during the second half, I held her hand, our fingers entwined. She didn't seem to mind.
Afterwards, we drove back to my place. I was convinced tonight was the night, tonight I would take her to bed and...well, you get the idea. The wild thoughts in my head made me wiggle my hips a little more as I led Eve up four flights of concrete steps. I glanced back a couple of times, delighted to see her eyes where I wanted them, on my behind.
We reached my front door and I pulled my keys out of my small purse, my heart starting to pound in anticipation.
“I uhh...” Eve started, trailing off as she cleared her throat.
I turned around to look at her, an eyebrow raised.
“I had a nice time tonight, Jane. Thank you for joining me.”
“I had a nice time, too, Eve. Thank you for taking me,” I replied, a warm smile curling my lips. “Maybe we can make it a great night,” I suggested seductively, offering my hand to her. As Eve smiled and took my hand, I turned, ready to lead her inside, by-passing the living room and going straight to my bedroom, oh so ready to show her how grateful I was for her attention. She didn't budge. I turned back, frowning.
“Not tonight, Jane.” She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed the backs of my fingers. “But I'll see you again soon.”
I couldn't believe it. I was so sure that this night was the night. “But...”
She released my hand and started back down the stairs.
“What about the earrings?” Eve stopped and looked up at me and I could see she was hesitant to come back up. Is she afraid of me? Afraid I'll jump her like some wild animal? I didn't want to scare her off, so I quickly removed the diamonds from my ears and held them out. Eve came close enough to reach them, then retreated again.
“I'll see you soon?” I asked hopefully.
Eve smiled brightly and nodded. “Yes. Goodnight, Jane.”
I stood there, outside my flat, for God knows how long. My mobile phone ringing finally got me moving. “Hello?” I was kind of hoping it would be Eve, ringing up to tell me she had changed her mind and was racing back up to me.
“ My little blonde beauty, ” Al greeted. “ Are you busy? ”
I went to Al's usual room, one of his aides letting me in and directing me to him.
“My little blonde beauty!” Al exclaimed, as I walked into the bedroom. “You are ravishing! I interrupted something?”
I wish. “No, Al. I've been to the theatre this evening. You rang just as I reached my front door.” A little white lie. He didn't need to know I was standing there for a good five minutes.
Al stood from his seat on the bed and moved to stand behind me. “I hope your date this evening appreciated how beautiful you look in this dress,” he murmured near my ear, before placing a soft kiss on my neck. He slipped the dress down my body, leaving me standing in the sexy underwear I had bought for Eve's pleasure. “Did he not like what you wear?” Al asked, his voice husky.
“She,” I replied easily, knowing this would work him up even more. Why is it the thought of two women together gets men all hot? They ask for a threesome, they imagine another woman. You suggest a man and they look at you like you have three heads! “And I think I frighten her.”
Al ran his hands up my stomach, moaning as he cupped my breasts and rubbed his crotch against my backside. “She doesn't know what a fool she is.”
As Al took his pleasure from my body, I lost myself in fantasy. I imagined it was Eve's hands on my body, caressing my heated flesh, cupping and squeezing my breasts. It was Eve's mouth trailing liquid fire across my skin, her tongue teasing sensitive spots. I pictured her electric blue eyes burning into mine as she entered me, pushing deep, stroking thrusts that pushed me over the edge of climax.
We lay on our sides facing each other as we recovered from the work-out. Al had a thoughtful look on his face.
“Al,” I started, wanting to discuss Eve with someone.
“Yes, my blonde beauty?”
“The woman I was with tonight...the first night we met, she took me to dinner at a fancy restaurant; Friday night she came to me and asked if I would go to the theatre with her, then took me to her friend's shop and brought me the dress I was wearing.” I paused for breath and gave him time to take in all I had said so far. “That's weird, right? She's paying a prostitute to accompany her out, when she could have any woman she wants, or get an escort girl instead.”
“You like her,” Al stated.
“What! No, I...” I shook my head. Was it that obvious?
Al smiled knowingly. “Would you prefer for her to get an escort woman?”
“No,” I replied a little too quickly. The thought of Eve going to one of those services made me feel...a little jealous.
“It bothers you that she doesn't have sex with you,” Al said, his smile growing.
I threw my hands in the air. “It does! It bothers me so much, Al! We get on great together. I just...I don't understand.”
“She is a good woman,” Al said kindly. “She sees past what you are doing, she doesn't want you to think she is taking advantage.”
I blinked at him in surprise. Maybe he was right. Eve had never treated me like a prostitute. “But what about me liking her? I shouldn't have these feelings for a client.”
“Jane, you are human. You've found someone you've clicked with, you can't be faulted for that. Would you feel so bad if you had met her in an office? Or in a shop? Look past how you met, little one.”
Not meeting Al's eyes, I picked at the covers. “Do you...think I should tell her? Or should I wait and see how things progress?”
Warm fingers slid beneath my chin and gently lifted my head up. “I can't answer that for you, Jane.”
He let me leave soon after, seeing that I had a lot to think about.
* * * * *
Eve didn't come around for two weeks. I went out to my usual spot, even on nights I could afford not to work. Sometimes I turned people down in fear of missing her. I was beginning to worry I would never see her again, thinking my forwardness had scared her off.
In the middle of the third week, I was about to call it a night; business was slow and Eve was again a no show. I turned around and there she was, handsome as ever, and holding a bunch of roses. Red roses. “Hello, handsome,” I greeted, hearing the shakiness in my voice.
She smiled, an adorable smile I wanted to see more often, and offered me the flowers. “Hi, Jane. Sorry I haven't been around, I had to go out of town on business.”
“You don't have to explain anything to me, Eve,” I told her, lifting the beautiful roses to my nose and inhaling their aroma.
She moved closer to me. “I don't want you thinking I don't like you or something.” She slid her hands on to my hips and the air was suddenly crackling between us as we got lost in each other's eyes.
I wrapped my arms around her, being careful not to crush my flowers, and tucked my head under her chin. “That's good to know.” I squeezed her, giving in to my need for contact from her, then reluctantly let her go. “What'll it be tonight, handsome?”
Eve looked at me shyly. “How much for your pleasure?”
I frowned, not understanding. “What do you mean?”
“People pay you to take care of their needs. I'm asking how much for yours?”
I shivered and not from the cold. “You...want to give me pleasure? You want to pay to please me? Why?” I asked in disbelief.
How could I argue with that? Despite knowing it was probably a bad idea to get any more involved with Eve, letting myself find out what her touch felt like, how soft her kisses were, I agreed.
She took me back to her apartment. It was amazing! Downstairs was the kitchen, decorated in black and stainless steel, a small bathroom, and the wide-open space that was the living room and dining area. Eve had framed animal photos on the bare brick walls - a whale in mid-leap, a lion flying through the air on the attack, that sort of thing. Her sofa was a warm chocolate brown with creamy white cushions. Her dining table was a dark mahogany with matching chairs.
“Nice place,” I complimented, looking around at everything.
“Thank you. Would you like a drink?”
“Sure, what do you have?”
Eve smiled and walked over to the kitchen area. I watched as she opened the large, American-style fridge and looked inside. “Water, milk, juice, Pepsi, or beer in here. Or I could open a bottle wine if you prefer?” She looked over at me. “Or I have a bar stocked with spirits.”
I smiled, remembering her telling me she loved good scotch. “A scotch would be great.”
Leaving the kitchen, Eve walked into the living room area to a large shelving unit. Slap bang in the middle was a very fancy stereo, the shelves above home to a variety of books, while the bottom shelves held cd's. I watched as Eve pulled down a flap beneath the stereo, revealing an assortment of bottles. “Ice?” she asked, grabbing a glass.
I shook my head and watched her pour a very good scotch into my glass. After taking a satisfying and calming sip, I confidently took Eve's hand and smiled at her. “Going to show me what's upstairs?”
Upstairs in Eve's bedroom, she took my drink from me, setting the glass down on a coaster on the bedside table. She stood between my legs, full of confidence, while I turned to jelly. A warm hand came up and caressed my cheek, electric blue burning into me.
“Your pleasure is the goal tonight,” she murmured quietly. “Whatever you want, need, and desire.” Her head lowered.
“I don't...” I started, cut off as her lips met mine. Eve's lips were so soft, so very gentle against mine. She pulled back, her forehead resting against mine. “Sorry, been wanting to do that for so long. You were saying you don't?”
I tried to sort out my thoughts. What had we been talking about? What was I going to say? “I...I don't...” I was lost in her eyes. I closed my eyes, breaking the spell, and took a shaky breath. “I don't kiss on the mouth. It's too personal.”
Eve straightened up. “Of course. Forgive me, I should have asked.”
I regretted it as soon as I said it. Eve's kiss had been the best I'd had in a long time and now I had stopped her from giving me another.
Eve kissed my neck, as her fingers worked on the buttons of my shirt. “What do you want, Jane?” she asked in a voice that made me tremble. Her lips moved down my neck to my shoulders, her tongue gliding softly along my collarbone.
It was too much. I was feeling too much. Her soft caresses, her hot kisses, the whispered words. Suddenly this wasn't work any more. I needed to see her to make my day better, I craved her touch, I desired her kisses.
Eve removed my shirt and bra, then cupped my breasts so gently, I thought I would cry. The first flick of her tongue made my desire seep from me. It couldn't be soft, or gentle, or loving, I didn't want to know how truly wonderful she was. I couldn't go on if she made love to me. I had to keep this business.
I stepped back away from her, breathing hard, whimpering as I saw the hungry look of need in her eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” I managed in a reasonably steady voice. “Fuck me hard and don't stop until I scream your name.” I took a step towards her, reaching for her belt buckle. “I want you to fill me with something big, thick, and hard,” I said as huskily as I could, as I got the belt undone and started on getting her trousers open. “Do you...have something we could use?” I asked from my knees, looking up to meet aroused blue.
Eve nodded. I watched her chest heave with each breath she took in rapidly. I watched, mesmerized, as her tongue slipped from her mouth to run slowly along her bottom lip. Shaking my head to clear it, I got back to my task. “I want to have your body on top of me, I want to feel you pounding into me, your...” I trailed off as I lowered her trousers. Oh, my God! She's wearing black silk boxers! I groaned as my fingertips brushed against the sensual material and groaned again as the aroma of her wet desire hit my nostrils.
I started undoing her crisp white shirt, bottom to top, kissing my way up her body. Once I was back on my feet, I kissed her chin, then moved far enough away for her to watch me remove the last article of clothing I wore.
Eve licked her lips as I stood naked before her, apparently liking what she saw. Turning, I crawled onto her bed, exposing myself to her heated gaze. I settled on all fours in the middle of the large, neatly made bed, and looked back over my shoulder at her, wiggling my butt. “For starters...from behind,” I demanded.
Eve removed her boxers and bra like they were aflame and walked over to the bed. She opened a drawer on the bedside table and pulled out a dark blue dildo and harness. With experienced know-how, she buckled it on, then climbed onto the bed and knelt behind me.
I moaned as a warm hand slid between my legs, talented fingers stroking my slick folds. “Fuck me!” I growled, determined not to lose myself in her gentle touch. I had to keep this business. Just because I had feelings for her, didn't mean she felt the same. The fingers disappeared and were replaced by the hard shaft gliding through my desire. I gasped and pushed back as the hard tip nudged against me. That changed to a moan as I felt the slight pressure of Eve pushing forward, teasing me. I gasped aloud, then quickly bit down on my bottom lip as Eve easily slid inside, spreading me open.
My lips parted in a soundless sigh, as Eve moved back and forth, each thrust going deeper and deeper, her movement slow, stoking the fire that burned within me; despite me not wanting to feel anything, wanting to keep this business. Finally, she was all the way in, her crotch snuggled against my butt, and I strained to keep my mouth shut, biting back my moans of delight and passion, even as my body pulsed with need.
Eve pulled out to the tip of the dildo, then smoothly thrust all the way back in, dragging a loud moan of pleasure from me. She slowly got into a rhythm, her hands holding my hips as she started to thrust faster, the shaft plunging into me; and I felt a familiar burning begin low in my stomach. The more I moaned, the harder she thrust.
“Yes!, Yes, Eve! Fuck me. Make me come, baby!” I shouted out vulgarly.
She pulled almost all the way out again, making me whimper, I was so close and she was teasing me, she just stopped moving completely. I tried moving back, I tried wiggling my hips, desperately wanting her to fill me again. She wouldn't move. I was so close to climaxing, I needed her so badly. “Eve,” I panted, despairingly.
“Yes, Jane?” she replied, a tone lilting in amusement.
“Please!” I begged. That's it. That's all it took. Eve thrust all the way back in and rolled her hips, making me grip the sheet I was kneeling on as I felt an immense wave of pleasure rip through my body. Screaming and shuddering, I came hard. Even as I trembled and delighted in my orgasm, Eve continued to thrust gently into me, gradually getting slower and slower, before pulling out of me as I collapsed, unable to hold myself up on my trembling arms.
Eve recovered before I did. She left me resting while she padded naked downstairs to the bar to grab the bottle of scotch. She walked back into the bedroom wearing a cheeky grin, the glistening dildo bobbing up and down with each step.
I watched as she stopped next to the bed and refilled my glass. She picked it up and took a sip, humming in delight as she handed it over to me. Holding the glass in one hand, I ran my left up the inside of her thigh, feeling the sticky wet desire that had spilled from her. I looked up at her with wide innocent eyes over the top of my glass, as she breathed in shakily.
Setting the glass down on the bedside table, I moved closer to the edge of the bed, my eyes locked on her half-lidded ones. I sat up suddenly, dropping my bare feet to the plush white carpet on the floor. I gently placed my hands on her hips and pulled her forward, as I licked my lips seductively. Making sure Eve had an unobstructed view, I flicked my tongue out and licked my juices off the head of the dildo.
Eve groaned and swayed a little, a hand going to the top of my head, her fingers brushing through my loose blonde locks. She watched as I licked all the way up the underside of the shaft. She sucked on her bottom lip as I opened my mouth and took the dildo in, sliding slowly down, making sure to push the toy back against her. She kept groaning as I slid up and down. “Oh, God, Jane!” She moaned, as I grabbed her buttocks and sucked faster.
The dildo popped out of my mouth as I moved away, leaving her in a state of coiled tension. I settled back on the luxurious bed on my back, my legs spread apart in invitation.
Eve crawled onto the bed and knelt between my legs, warm hands caressing my thighs. She bent, placing soft kisses on my stomach. My fingers stroked through her short, silky hair, as she kissed her way up my body, and I moaned and arched as the dildo glided over my swollen sex.
Eve covered my body with her own, holding herself up on her forearms, our faces inches from each other, and all I wanted was her kiss. I swallowed in anticipation as Eve's head lowered, her lips almost touching mine, when she suddenly turned her head and instead kissed along my jaw. My eyes fluttered shut in disappointment, but it was my own fault, Eve was just following my rule.
She shifted lower, the head of the dildo suddenly nudging against my opening. She moved easily inside, pushing in all the way, filling me. We were a perfect fit. I spread my legs a little more and we both moaned as we were brought even closer together. She rocked against me, hot kisses being placed on my neck; my fingers in her hair, tugging as the fire within started anew. Instinctively, I raised my knees and locked my legs around her, and moaned as Eve filled me completely.
As she started thrusting, our lust-glazed eyes locked, our gasping breaths mingling. Eve arched her back and penetrated deeper, even deeper than before. I closed my eyes, unable to stand the emotions passing between us.
“Open your eyes, Jane,” Eve murmured, slowing her thrusts.
I turned my head away to the side, slowly shaking it.
“Why not?” she asked softly. “Let me see those beautiful eyes.”
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter and buried my face against her neck, the scent of her shampoo, cologne, and sweat assaulting my nostrils. I breathed in deep, wanting to imprint her smell forever in my mind. “Don't ask me to. Please.”
Sweetheart. The word echoed through my head, even as Eve slid almost all the way out, rolling her hips, making me gasp and cling to her. I thrust my hips up and she filled me again. I listened to her panted breathing next to my ear, heard the wet sounds of her thrusts into me, and the moaning, my moaning.
I dug my heels into her buttocks, rising to meet each of her thrusts as the burning within encouraged me to continue with our lovemaking, despite my head saying to stop, a burning that was aching to be satisfied, a burning that wanted Eve to satisfy it. My insides quaked as I tightened around the toy and exploded in climax. Again. I was barely aware of Eve's body tensing, then jerking in orgasm. I held her bigger body tightly against me as we gasped for much needed air, not wanting her to see tears leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Eve lifted herself up enough to be able to look into my now open eyes. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head. “No, you didn't hurt me, Eve.” You made love to me.
“Will you...stay?” she asked shyly.
I managed a small smile and nodded. Eve returned my smile and lifted herself off of me, the dildo sliding out and leaving me feeling empty. I missed her body warmth immediately. As Eve got up and removed the harness, I reached out for the drink I'd abandoned earlier. I watched as Eve walked around the bed to the other side and crawled in, scooting close to me. I wasn't sure what to say to her, what do you say to someone you like, but who is paying you to be there?
“Jane, uhm...” She looked all shy and so adorable. “Could I, uhm...hold you?”
I couldn't stop the smile that curled my lips. “That sounds nice.”
She snuggled closer and wrapped an arm around me. I couldn't remember the last time someone held me so tenderly.
* * * * *
I don't know how I managed to sleep with Eve's arms around me. I felt secure and loved in her arms, like I had come home. I must have drifted off eventually though, because the delicious aroma of food and coffee greeted me when I opened my eyes.
Eve walked into the bedroom dressed in fresh boxers and a black tank-top, carrying a tray loaded with food and drink. “I wasn't sure what you liked,” she said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She put the tray across my lap. “So, I made toast and a bowl of cereal, and warmed up a couple of croissants. And to drink,” she pointed, “a glass of milk, orange juice, or a cup of tea or coffee.” She smiled sheepishly.
“This is wonderful,” I said, overwhelmed that she had gone to so much effort. No one had ever made me breakfast in bed before. “Thank you, Eve.”
She blushed, but looked delighted. As I picked up one of the croissants, Eve stood up. “I'm going to take a shower. Is there anything else you need?”
I looked at her in surprise. “You're not joining me?”
“No, unfortunately I have to get ready for work.”
I tried to hide my disappointment. “Oh. Okay.” I gave her a smile. “I'm fine, thank you.” Eve smiled and disappeared through a door on the left. I assumed it was the bathroom, but I suppose it could have been a walk-in wardrobe or something.
It was a bathroom. I heard the water go on.
Left alone to eat, I took the opportunity to glance around. The room was big, with huge windows lining the back wall, covered at the moment by blinds. An impressively large ebony armoire stood against the wall directly in front of me. The carpet was a nice, plush, white, without a mark on it, and soft on the feet. As I heard the water go off, I settled back against the propped up pillows with my cup of coffee, wondering if Eve would stride out naked, having forgotten my presence in her room.
She didn't. She came out dressed in a fluffy blue robe, her short dark hair wet and slicked back. I watched her walk over to the ebony armoire and open all the doors.
Behind one door, hanging up in a neat line, were shirts and trousers, all in different colours. The next looked to be casual clothes, like jogging bottoms, jeans, and jumpers, all folded up on the shelves. Behind the final door were racks, shoe racks to be precise. Eve had all different kinds of trainers, boots, and near the top, polished shoes.
I watched Eve open a drawer I hadn't spotted at first and pull out a fresh pair of boxers and a bra. The drawer below produced a pair of black socks. With her back to me, Eve slid the grey shorts on, then opened and shrugged out of her robe. Her bare back was lined with red angry-looking scratches, my contribution to our lovemaking. She slipped on her bra, then closed that drawer and stood in front of the shirts and trousers.
I watched, chewing on my second croissant, as she picked out a dark grey suit and hung it on the door for inspection. Seemingly happy with her choice, Eve pulled the trousers off the hanger and put them on, then turned her attention to her shirts. She picked out a red one and slipped it on. She was such a fastidious dresser, I wasn't surprised that she always looked so good whenever I saw her.
I climbed out of bed and walked over to Eve, walking around her tall frame to stand in front of her. “May I?” I asked quietly, holding the two open parts of her shirt.
Eve smiled and nodded, her chin dropping to her chest as she watched me start doing up her buttons.
“I don't suppose I have time to take a shower?” I asked, avoiding her eyes.
“You can have a bath if you like.”
I looked up, our eyes locking. “Really? I thought you were about to rush off to work?”
“I am, but you can stay and have your bath or a shower. Your choice. Just remember to shut the door securely on your way out.”
I looked at her, shocked. “Eve!” I exclaimed, not believing what I was hearing. “You are so weird!” I paused to take a calming breath. “Why do you keep coming to me? Why are you so nice? I'm a prostitute and you're paying me to be here, and yet you're prepared to leave me alone in your...fancy apartment, while I take a bath!” I looked around the bedroom. “Aren't you frightened I might take something?”
“I'm sure if you did you would have a good reason, like a reminder of our night or...whatever you picked up would look better at your place,” she smiled.
I threw my hands up. “See! That is so weird, Eve!” I moved away from her. “I bet there's a whole load of women out there who would love to go to dinner with you, or attend the theatre with you, and share your bed.” I looked back at her, ignoring the hurt look she was giving me.
Eve had tensed up, her face unreadable, the adorable look and sparkling eyes gone. “I'll be leaving in five minutes. Be dressed and ready to leave, please.” She picked up smart black shoes and marched out of the bedroom, leaving me alone without a backwards glance.
I knew I had ruined a good thing, a friendship for sure, a possible relationship definitely.
She ordered me a taxi and as I climbed into the back, I looked out the back window and watched her as she walked away, knowing I had hurt her deeply.