Kelsey shook her head wordlessly as I let my eyes travel up and down her body. She really had great tits—round and full and heavy. I could get lost for days in those.
Then Audrey tapped my shoulder, reminding me not to lose focus. I held her arm as she finally stepped free from her clothes. Kandace was still watching from the couch, a stunned look on her face, her mouth hanging open.
Without speaking, I carefully laid Audrey’s chiffon dress over my jacket. And yeah, Eloise had taught me what chiffon looked like.
Audrey’s breasts were smaller than Kelsey’s but cute, her hips narrow and dimpled with the texture of orange peel around her thighs. Her belly was soft and round and slightly protruding. There were no hard, straight lines, just a lot of woman. I licked my lips and she blushed.
“Will you leave your shoes on for me?” I suggested. “Your legs look so beautiful.”
She gasped and nodded; in the background I could hear Kelsey sighing. Kandace was still mute.
I placed my forefinger in my mouth and wet it lazily with my tongue. When I drew it down the center of Audrey’s body between her breasts, she shivered.
“What do you like?”
“Everything,” she said, boldly.
“Me, too,” whispered Kelsey.
“Hmm, that gives me some scope. I think I’ll see if that’s true.”
Kandace chose that moment to speak. “It’s not true. Audrey is such a prude! I can’t believe she’s agreed to this.”
“Oh shut up!” snarled Audrey, her eyes glittering with anger. “Or you can go and play by yourself!”
Kandace pouted and threw her shoes across the room where they landed with a loud thud.
I wondered again if this was a good idea—they didn’t seem to understand the concept of sharing. I was trying hard to get a sensual atmosphere going where we could all enjoy ourselves, but so far it wasn’t working.
Then I felt Kelsey’s soft hands rubbing across my shoulders, easing the tension from my muscles.
“I think I’ll just have some ‘me’ time while those two are arguing,” she purred into my ear.
At least she seemed to have an idea for how to move the evening forward.
Then she sank her teeth into the back of my neck, making me wince.
Audrey’s eyes narrowed.
She didn’t look very strong, but then she shoved me hard and I fell backwards onto the bed, almost crushing Kelsey.
“You bitch!” she shouted at Audrey, who was watching her with a smirk.
I rolled onto my side then leaned across to silence Kelsey with a kiss, grabbing Audrey’s wrist and pulling her down with me. Kelsey moaned with pleasure, and I could see that being between me and Audrey was getting her revved up.
She ran her nails across my back as the three of us kissed and stroked each other, letting our skin slide together. I felt the mattress dip behind me as Kandace joined us.
I moved onto my back and held a hand out to her as she crawled onto the bed, running her hands across my bare chest and stomach. Kelsey leaned over to kiss her full on the lips, and I massaged their breasts as they were thrust into my face.
But then rational thought was out the window, because Kelsey was undressing her friend. I paused, mesmerized by the show, but Audrey began clawing at my arm.
While Kelsey and Kandace were getting happy, fulfilling every guy’s girl-on-girl fantasy, I turned around and kissed Audrey deeply, feeling her fingers scuttling around my belt.
“Do you want to get me naked, Audrey?” I breathed into the thick curtain of hair that fell around her face.
“God, yes!” she choked out.
I stood up and all eyes were drawn to me as I gave them a show, opening my belt, pulling down the zipper slowly, dropping my pants to the floor.
I stroked myself teasingly as they watched, dipping my hand inside my briefs to get my cock harder, then I stepped closer to the bed so they were within touching distance, stark hunger in their eyes.
Kelsey reached toward my straining boner and pulled the fabric down so my cock leapt free. She seemed to be the one who was most relaxed about the group action, and I wondered if she’d done this … threes … foursomes before.
“I think we’ve got a winner,” she breathed out, her voice husky.
Audrey shuffled forward on the bed, licking her lips, although whether it was from nerves or want, I couldn’t tell. Her dark eyes were huge in her face, and her outstretched hand trembled.
I let her touch me, getting used to my size, and it felt really good to have her hands on my body. I took a deep breath, letting the warmth settle in my chest.
She stroked up and down my length then leaned forward to kiss my collar bone, and sucked my nipples teasingly.
“Mmm, yum,” she said. “I can’t wait to taste the rest of you.”
“Likewise,” I grinned, watching her blush as she side-eyed her friends.
She took a deep breath then trailed her hands down my body, until she was kneeling in front of me. I rested my hands lightly on her shoulders as she gently sucked my tip. My eyes squeezed shut and I had to stop myself from grabbing her hair.
Before she could get into a rhythm, I pulled away from her, smiling at her surprised expression.
“Don’t finish me off too soon or your friends will be disappointed.”
“Damn straight,” muttered Kelsey, and Kandace nodded her agreement.
I stepped away from the bed, and pushed my briefs down, kicking them away. Then I pulled out a packet of condoms from my wallet, and sheathed up before dropping the rest onto a bedside table.
I prowled around the bed, crawling forward slowly, then kissing Audrey while I worked my hands over the two other girls, enjoying the silky smoothness of their soft skin.
I felt someone put their mouth around my rigid cock again, and sweat broke out across my body as the fierce suction threatened to take me out of the game too soon. I glanced down to see Kelsey working me expertly, her blonde hair gleaming in the muted light. Her tongue was freakin’ talented, and it was going to be a challenge not to come too soon. I clenched my teeth so hard I was in danger of chipping a tooth. Jeez, I was a lucky bastard—I was being paid to get my rocks off with three women. Three!
My whole body was on fire, aroused and burning, a dangerous overload of sensation.
We were a tangle of legs and arms and tongues, writhing across the stiff white sheets, and half the time I didn’t know which girl I was kissing or which of them was sucking me off. Not that I cared. It was so hot seeing them going down on each other, hearing the guttural groans and hissing sighs. I was pretty sure that neither Kandace or Audrey had ever done anything like that before, but watching them getting into it made me so hard I thought my skin would split.
I was startled when the flash from a camera illuminated the room. I guess they wanted something to remember this by. Then Kelsey tossed the camera aside and crawled across the bed on all fours.
“Memento,” she leered at me.
Not that any of us would forget that wild night so easily.
Audrey was warm and wet and tight when I slipped my fingers inside her, massaging her clit with my thumb. It didn’t take long to have her moaning loudly, while Kandace’s mouth licked and sucked my cock, her hand grabbing me tight, pumping up and down. Her hair was tickling my balls making my body jerk dangerously. When she switched from my dick to sucking my balls into her mouth, my restraint nearly broke. Kelsey was licking my chest while I rubbed and pinched her tits with my free hand.
I tugged Kandace’s hair roughly, and winced as her teeth grazed my dick. Yeah, that condom needed replacing now she’d shred it with her fangs.
Blood was thundering through my body, and my brain was a vacant mush of heat and insane arousal. This was so much better than being shit-faced on booze or drugs.
Audrey started wailing softly, then bucked wildly. First orgasm.
I leaned over to get another rubber and Kelsey took the opportunity to bite my ass cheeks
hard. If I walked away from this room alive and unmaimed, it was going to be a freakin’ miracle.
She laughed loudly, but stopped when I grabbed her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach, ramming into her hard. She screamed so loudly, I was afraid the hotel management would be hammering on the door. But the only pounding was the one she was getting from me. Still inside Kelsey, my tongue plunged into Audrey’s mouth, moving with the same furious rhythm.
When Kandace distracted Audrey with a slap to her butt, I concentrated on getting Kelsey off. Grabbing her around her waist, I pulled her back so she was sitting on my thighs, and I massaged her clit hard, pulling out when I felt her clamping around my dick.
Another condom, another girl, another position and Kandace was doing a reverse cowgirl as she rode my dick, hands clawing around legs, nails digging into my calves. Kelsey was squatting over my face, her arm muscles trembling, gripping the headboard tightly, as she rode my tongue, going for her second orgasm. Next to me on her knees with her legs spread wide, Audrey got another finger-fuck. Multi-tasking never felt so good.
I made certain that each of them screamed my name, but I saved the money shot for Audrey, seeing as she’d been the one to pay for our fun. With her friends panting on the bed, exchanging heated kisses, I gave Audrey a good old fashioned fuck until I felt her body clench around me as I pounded into her, so finally I could let myself come, too.
We climaxed together—damn, I was good!—and she collapsed with a screech. Second orgasm, as requested. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gasped some words I couldn’t catch. Then I heard a giggle, although whether it was from Kelsey or Kandace, I couldn’t tell.
The four of us lay together in a sweaty heap, although I could feel one of them stroking my chest as my heart tried to regain a slower rhythm.
“Worth every penny,” Audrey gasped, as I cracked one eye and grinned at her.
I lay back on the pillow, my hands behind my head, and a grin as wide as Texas plastered across my face. I’d have some story to tell Carl.
My body was aching in every possible place, and I couldn’t help thinking that I should have gotten a medal for that evening: ‘Services to the Community’ or something. I wondered if I could put condoms as a business expense.
I went over time, but Audrey didn’t want her money back either. Guess she’d been wrong about the whole ‘I’m not multi-orgasmic’ thing. Go figure.
Eventually, I staggered to my feet. I really wanted—and needed—a shower, but I was kind of afraid they’d follow me in there, and I was already scarred enough. A glimpse in the mirror showed claw marks down my back and across my ass. Any more action, and I’d be losing something I valued.
I dressed slowly as they watched with heavy, satiated eyes.
“It was great meeting you, ladies,” I said, smiling broadly.
I meant every word of it. I left the room with the three of them still lying limp across the bed, giggling drunkenly.
Escort work definitely had a plus side.
After that, I figured that if the clients wanted sex, why the hell would I say no. I didn’t have a girlfriend and screwing clients was better than reacquainting myself with my left hand. When they were cool like Audrey and her friends, it was just a really great date that I got paid for doing. No big deal.
So I closed off a part of myself and kept on taking the money. I wasn’t totally dumb about it; I started paying off my students loans. It made me feel less … I don’t know, more like it was just another job.
But I’m making it sound all bad, and it wasn’t. I mean, I was pretty pleased that I could make a creep like that Leonard guy back off. And there were other things about it that made me feel good about myself.
Like Paula.
She was my second date and the first one where Eloise had warned me that the client had specifically expressed that I go to her home. So unless she was going to ask me to vacuum her living room—and stranger things have happened—then I guess milk and cookies were probably off the menu.
Paula was also nearer to my age. Most of my dates were in their 40s and 50s, and I wasn’t sure if the reason was the demographic that had money, or the age group that used Eloise’s website.
But Paula was different. She was 28 and a single mom and, according to her best friend Kerry, hadn’t had a date in a long time because of working and looking after her kid. So I was a birthday present. I have to admit that was quite an ego boost.
Her house was a small duplex in Lynwood and my brief was to pick her up, take her for a nice dinner at a downtown restaurant, bring her home and, presumably, screw her brains out.
Apparently a bunch of her friends had chipped in to pay for her night out, and they’d paid for me to drive a Benz to pick her up. Thanks, friends.
Her front yard was small and messy, uncut grass and weeds growing up through the driveway, and the rest of the area strewn with children’s toys. Either she was permanently short of time, which I guess went with the territory of being a single parent, or she was just naturally messy.
A third option was that she didn’t care—but that reminded me too much of my own mum.
When I saw the inside of her house, I decided that she was just naturally messy.
The door was opened by a young kid, who gazed at me through thick glasses.
“Who are you?”
“Hi, I’m a friend of your mom’s. Is she home?”
“Yes,” he said, continuing to stare at me.
“Could you go get her for me?”
“I guess.”
Then I heard a woman’s voice in the background.
“Tell him to come in, Rory.”
Reluctantly, the boy opened the door a fraction wider, allowing me to squeeze past, narrowly avoiding tripping over a toy truck in the hallway.
Paula came clattering down the stairs and ground to a halt suddenly.
“Wow! I mean, hi. Hallen, right?”
“It’s lovely to meet you, Paula.”
“You know, I can’t believe my friends have done this. I don’t know whether to thank them or kill them.”
I smiled encouragingly. “Wait till you see the car they’ve rented.”
She frowned slightly.
“Um, okay. Look, can we pretend that this is like an ordinary date? I think I’d feel less weird about it.”
I kept the smile plastered on my face.
“Sure, no problem. I’ve made reservations for us at an Italian place downtown. Is that okay?”
Her shoulders relaxed for the first time.
“That sounds great. I love Italian.”
I already knew that because her friends had told Eloise. That sort of detail was important in a high-end agency.
We were still standing in the hallway and I wondered if I was going to be invited further inside when Paula realized that she’d just left me hanging.
“Oh, God, I’m sorry! The living room is through there. Um, can I get you a drink? I think I’ve got some beer…”
I might have one glass of wine during an appointment, but generally with a meal and not at the start of the evening if I was going to be driving. But I knew that she was trying to offer me hospitality. It set the tone for the evening if I simply said yes.
“That would be great, thank you. Could I have a glass of water?”
“Oh, sure!” she said, happily. “Rory, get Hallen a glass of water, would you, sweetie?”
The boy scowled and shoved his hands in his pockets, but made his way toward the back of the house where I guessed the kitchen was situated.
“Sorry,” she offered, a little embarrassed. “He’s not used to me going out. Or having guys around.”
“It must be hard work keeping up with him,” I offered, aiming to keep the tone light. “I remember what I was like at that age.”
She laughed ruefully. “I know! Sometimes I wish I could just take the batteries out, you know?”
I moved aside a couple of toy cars and sat down on her sofa.
/> She hooked a finger into one of the dark blonde curls that decorated her neck and twisted it nervously.
“So,” I said, giving her a friendly smile, “what sort of work do you do?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Banking. It’s pretty boring. Do you mind if we don’t talk about work?”
“No problem. This looks like a pretty nice neighborhood—I don’t think I’ve been out this way before.”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” she said, distractedly.
I tried again. “Other than Italian, what other sort of food do you like?”
“Um, lots of things really. I don’t know.”
Wow. This was hard work. She must be really nervous.
The TV was playing soundlessly in the background, and flickered from cartoons to ads. I saw the trailer for a popular film playing.
“Have you seen that one? I hear it’s really good.”
She turned and squinted. “No, I haven’t seen that one. It’s not really my thing.”
God, I was running out of things to say fast.
“I guess we’re waiting for a babysitter?”
I sure as hell hoped we were—her kid couldn’t have been more than seven or eight.
“Yeah, one of the neighborhood kids.”
The end of her reply was punctuated by a knock at the door.
“Oh, thank God,” she muttered.
Yep, definitely agreeing with that sentiment.
It occurred to me that if we got as far as fucking, I’d be doing it while there was a kid in the house. I hoped she’d feel safe enough with me to lock her door, because I sure as hell couldn’t go around locking bedroom doors in some stranger’s house—that would really freak her out.
Once we were in the car, I gave her fingers a quick squeeze and smiled at her. My aim was to be as non-threatening as possible.
I wasn’t sure it was working, because she pulled her hand away quickly and stared out of the window. I was running out of conversational starters, so I turned on the radio instead and we listened to some classic rock that she said she didn’t mind.
Over dinner, she began to thaw out. Obviously it was my considerable conversational skills and not the bottle of Chianti that she drank almost singlehandedly. Yeah, right.