Working Girl: Volume One Page 3

  “I can’t hear you,” I said, not letting up with my movements, my finger moving faster over her.

  She lifted her head. “Please, sir, may I come?” She called out towards the headboard.

  “Does my slut need to come?” I teased and moved my hand slower, making her cry out in frustration. I couldn’t help but smile. She was so close and I was keeping her right along the edge.

  “Yes, please, sir,” she moaned, sounding dangerously close to tears.

  Still fucking her, I leaned forward. “Come for me, my slut.” I pinched her clit and she came undone beneath me. I had to hold her up so she didn’t collapse under me while her climax ripped through her body. Her pussy pulsed around me, milking me closer to my own release. Soon I was following her, breathing hard and buried balls deep. Damn, I hadn’t come that hard in a very long time.

  I pushed her down on the bed and collapsed on top of her. I was still semi-erect inside of her and wasn’t ready to pull out of her yet. I could feel her heart pound and I put my face in the crook of her neck, kissing it softly. When she finally calmed, I slid out and left her there while I went into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. I ran the warm water and wet a washcloth before going back to her.

  She was lying there with her ass in the air, her body covered in red marks where I touched, nibbled, or spanked her. She looked sexy tied up with my marks on her. I walked up to her head and put the washcloth on the nightstand. I untied her hands and rubbed her wrists before kissing each one gently. She shivered at the touch of my lips on her skin. I helped her move over onto her back and pushed her legs apart gently. I took the washcloth and cleaned her off while she watched silently.

  I put it back in the bathroom and she smiled when I walked back in. “No one’s ever done that for me. Thank you.”

  “Really?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “No one’s ever cleaned you up after sex?”

  “Never.” She shook her head. “Maybe I never let them, though. I’m not sure.”

  I got back on the bed by her and pulled her close. “A good man always takes care of his lady, even after sex.”

  She nodded, but didn’t say anything. When I had a minute, in addition to thanking Leslie, I had to book Violet for next weekend. I wanted her the whole weekend though, and at my house. I didn’t care what it cost me. I had plans for her and I couldn’t wait.

  “How about a shower or jacuzzi? You pick.” The night was still young and I wasn’t done using this gorgeous woman.

  “Hmm…” She reached up and tapped her index finger on her chin. “I bet the tub is amazing and huge.”

  “It is.” I nodded. “But the shower head in there also looks like tons of fun.”

  “We could do both.” She grinned. “Go back and forth?”

  “We could.” I laughed. I loved her sense of adventure. “Which one first?”

  “How about the tub?” She stretched out next to me. “My muscles could use some relaxing.” She winked at me and my cock twitched. She was such a sexy minx.

  “Did I wear you out?” I teased, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I turned around to look at her and she was smiling.

  “Oh no.” She shook her head. “I can go all night.” She laughed and got up on her knees behind me. She wrapped them around my neck and leaned in to run her tongue along the shell of my ear. I brought my hand up to touch her hands and turned my head to the side.

  “If you keep that up, we won’t make it to the tub,” I murmured. “And Violet, I plan to go all night.” She shivered behind me and I patted her hands so she would release them. “Now for that bath,” I said, before standing up.

  We didn’t last long in the tub before she was straddling me and impaling herself on my shaft. It was a good thing I didn’t fill it too full or the floor would have been covered with water from her thrashing about on top of me.

  This was the first escort I had been with that really truly seemed to enjoy the sex as much as I did. There was no way she was that good of an actress. I wondered how much Leslie would charge me if I wanted to keep her indefinitely.

  When the water in the tub got too cold, we moved to a hot shower. I soaped up her hair and cleaned her body but couldn’t resist going down on her when she was all clean. I had her pressed against the shower wall and her leg around my shoulders so I could finger her while I sucked her clit. The way she rode my face was so fucking sexy. I managed to get two orgasms from her before I had to clean her off again.

  The rest of the night was a blur of sex. We took a break at one point to get some food from room service but that didn’t last long. I had a ferocious sexual appetite, and since I hadn’t had it in so long, I had a lot of built up tension I needed to release.

  We managed to doze off as the sun was rising. I didn’t make it a habit of spending the night with the women I slept with but I wanted to use Violet as long as I could.

  I woke with a start when my phone rang. I had left specific instructions that I wasn’t to be bothered tonight. If my phone was ringing, it couldn’t be good. I pulled back the covers and walked naked over to my phone on the table. My heart sank when I saw it was Charles, my right hand man. If he was contacting me, it was important. I picked it up and swiped to answer.

  “What’s wrong?” I said tersely, feeling the muscle in my cheek twitch.

  “You need to come right away. We have a situation,” Charles said quietly on the other end. “I have a car on the way.”

  “I’ll be right there.” I hung up the phone and ran my hand through my hair. I would call him from the secure line in the car and find out what was going on. This wasn’t the place to talk business.

  I turned and looked at Violet. She was sound asleep in bed, the sheet only covering half of her naked body. I wasn’t done with her, but I would have to wait until next weekend.

  I gathered up my clothes and tip-toed into the shower so I didn’t wake her. She was probably exhausted. I used almost every part of her body last night except for her ass. I was going to get to that this AM, but that would have to wait too. Damn it!

  I got dressed in last night’s clothes and wrote Violet a quick note. I set it on the night stand next to her and snuck out the door. I straightened my tie before pulling my phone out of my pocket. I had time to contact Leslie and arrange for Violet at my house next weekend before I had to take care of business.

  I dialed her number and waited impatiently for her to answer the phone. I hung up when I got her voice mail. I sent her a quick text instead.

  Call me. I want Violet at my house all next weekend. Make it happen.

  I slipped my phone into my pocket with a smile. I had no doubt Leslie come through. When I did talk to her, I should tell her to cancel all of Violet’s clients. I didn’t like the idea of other men’s dicks inside of her. Her body was made for mine only. Leslie and I would need to talk about that soon.

  The elevator arrived on the first floor and I walked to the front door, nodding to the staff at the front desk. They knew me well and took good care of me. When I first came to Chicago, I stayed here until I found a place. They were very discreet and professional, perfect for my business.

  True to his word, Charles had a car waiting for me. The driver was waiting outside and opened the door when he saw me. I nodded to him and he handed me a burner phone before I got in. The door shut behind me and soon we were off.

  The phone rang almost immediately. “Hello,” I answered on the first ring.

  “Deacon, we have an issue with the latest shipment. We’re missing half of it,” Charles said before I could even say a word.

  “Shit,” I muttered under my breath. “Did you contact anyone?”

  “Yes, and they said it should all be there. They said if it’s not, something happened in transit.”

  I leaned my head back on the seat. “Okay, hang tight and I’ll be there soon.” I closed the phone and looked out the window. I took a deep breath and gathered my thoughts. This wasn’t a big deal and certainly nothing I hadn’
t handled before.

  I was an arms dealer. To the outside world, I ran a successful construction company that was expanding into the US. I was a respectful businessman who was now living the American dream.

  My mother died shortly after I was born. She was Irish. Because of those family ties, my English father had built an empire of smuggling guns he purchased from them. He had always dreamed of moving to the U.S. but got sick and died before he could make that a reality. I carried on in his footsteps.

  It wasn’t always easy and this business had cost me a lot, but I soldiered on for him. Even though he was dead, everything I did was to make him proud.

  We finally pulled up to the warehouse near the pier. I got out before the driver could open the door and went inside to meet Charles. For a brief second I thought about Violet still naked in bed but pushed her from my mind. Caring about a woman in this business was a weakness.

  I’d learned that lesson the hard way and I wouldn’t make that mistake ever again.

  Chapter Five

  Violet

  I woke up and stretched, my body sore in all of the right places. A massage would be a good idea before my client tonight. I reached over for Deacon, disappointed to find him gone. I was hoping for one last morning fuck; I always woke up so horny no matter what I had done the night before.

  I turned over onto my stomach and looked around. I didn’t hear any noises coming from the bathroom. I peeked over the edge of the bed; his clothes appeared to be gone too.

  I didn’t have to worry about payment. Clients took care of that with Leslie and she paid me. I preferred it that way; it didn’t seem so sleazy when the guy didn’t have to hand me money at the end of the night.

  I sat up on the bed and noticed a piece of paper on the table next to it. I crawled over and snatched it up.

  Violet,

  Unfortunately, business called me away. You looked like an angel sleeping, so I didn’t want to wake you. Last night was amazing. I’ll be seeing you again soon, sexy.

  Deacon

  My hand moved up to touch my lips, still swollen from his rough kisses. I laid back down, clutching his note in my hand. There was a dull ache between my legs, but it was a feeling I loved and nothing a hot bath couldn’t cure.

  There weren’t many of my clients that were as forceful and rough as Deacon had been. He hadn’t crossed any lines though and at no time did I even consider using my safe word. He knew how to skirt right along that pain/pleasure line to bring me the maximum pleasure.

  Leslie had mentioned he had specific tastes, but I didn’t experience anything out of the norm with him. In fact, I hadn’t been so thoroughly fucked in a long time—if ever.

  I put the note down and cupped my breasts in my hands. I glanced down at the teeth marks on them. I pinched the nipples, twisting them slightly in my fingers. I imagined Deacon’s mouth on them while he fucked me hard. I slid one hand down my stomach and between my legs. I spread them and arched off the bed when I slipped two fingers inside my wet pussy.

  I played with myself until I was panting and whimpering, my body writhing on the bed. “Please, may I come?” I whispered to the empty room. I replayed Deacon’s approving growl in my mind and I cried out as my pussy spasmed around the fingers buried deep inside me.

  When I finally came down from my high, I pulled my fingers from me and brought them up to my mouth. I licked them clean and shivered. Damn, Deacon had me wound tight, but it was time for a shower so I could get on with my day.

  I took a long hot shower in the fabulous bathroom before getting dressed and leaving the hotel. I got a few strange glances for being so dressed up in the middle of the day, but I was used to it and I didn’t care. After all, this was Chicago and I’d seen stranger things.

  I actually lived within walking distance of the hotel, but it was raining and I didn’t want to slip and fall with my heels on. When I arrived at my apartment, I switched into some workout gear and went for a long run on my treadmill. I would have preferred my usual Saturday yoga class after my night with Deacon, but I had slept right through it. I would have to hit up their Sunday morning class. My client tonight was a regular and I was usually home and in bed by midnight, so getting up early shouldn’t be an issue.

  I was about to shower after my run when my phone rang. I saw it was Leslie, so I sat down on the couch and answered.

  “Hey,” I said, setting the towel I had been using to wipe off my sweat down next to me.

  “Hi,” she replied. She sounded a little bit tense. “How did last night go?”

  “Very good,” I replied. I didn’t usually give Leslie too many details.

  She let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you said that.”

  “Why?” I asked, puzzled. I wasn’t sure why she was so concerned about my night with Deacon.

  “I just am. I heard from him and he was extremely happy with you as well,” she said.

  I couldn’t help but smile. I would have been surprised to hear anything different, but it was still nice coming from someone else.

  “In fact, he wants to book you for all of next weekend,” she said.

  “The whole weekend?” I asked. I sat forward. “I’m booked already, aren’t I?” I got up and looked for my calendar. “I’m booked every weekend for a month already. He was lucky I had a cancellation for last night.”

  “You have to cancel them,” she said. “He takes precedence over anyone else.”

  “That’s ridiculous. These are my regular clients. You can’t do that,” I said, waving a hand in the air in exasperation.

  Leslie was silent on the other end of the phone. “We need to talk, but not on the phone. Can I come over?”

  “Okay,” I said, surprised. If she wanted to come over to talk about this, it was more serious than just an over-zealous customer. “I have a client tonight, but I have some time.”

  “I’ll come now. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.” She hung up the phone and I set it down in shock. My shower would have to wait.

  I went into the kitchen for a water, thinking about Deacon. What was the relationship between him and Leslie that she seemed almost scared of him? She was the toughest and fairest madam out there, so why was she letting the words of one man dictate her rules? I was going to demand an explanation when she got here.

  I sat back on my couch and thumbed through a magazine while I waited for her. She lived in the same neighborhood as me and arrived right when she said she would. The intercom near my door buzzed. “Miss Leslie is here to see you,” the doorman said.

  I set my magazine down and went over to press the button. “Let her up, please,” I replied. I stood by the door, waiting for her. I paced back and forth, my heart racing a little.

  I had known Leslie since I was seventeen years old. When she found me, I was trying to turn tricks on the street in the alleys. I shivered as I thought about my first john, the alcohol on his breath as he pumped in and out of me.

  I remembered that day like it was yesterday. I had been with a john in his car when he pulled a knife. I managed to get out of his car, half naked, and ran screaming. I bumped right into her. She saved me and called some clients of hers. They were able to find him and took care of him. I’m not sure what they did, but she assured me he wouldn’t hurt me and I would never have to be with a man like that again. I vowed her my loyalty that day and I’ve never regretted it. I’ve always said there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her.

  There was a soft knock on the door and I opened it. Leslie stood there in her usual classy suit and sunglasses, her blonde hair perfectly done and her makeup impeccable. I noticed her shaking hand as she adjusted her purse strap.

  “Hello, Leslie,” I said, motioning for her to come in.

  “Thanks for letting me come over right away,” she replied as she walked to my couch. She sat down and smoothed her hands on her pant legs. “Sit down and let me explain some things about Deacon.”

  I sat down next to her, my mind racing. He seemed norm
al to me last night—maybe a little dominant, but that was okay. He was a good lover, worrying about me and my pleasure and he never hurt me without my consent. What could she possibly have to tell me about him that had her so worked up?

  “I’ve never told you this, but my start in this business wasn’t much different than yours. I was fucking men in cars and alleys and have my share of scars to prove it.” She lifted her arm and showed me a small scar.

  I was shocked by her news. I had no idea what to say. She was always vague about how she became a madam, but I never imagined this. She was the epitome of class, I couldn’t see her any other way.

  “One night, I caught the eye of a visiting Irish man. He was drunker than hell but was looking for a good time. He hired me for a party and ended up sharing me with a few of his friends.” She shuddered and I reached out to put my hand on her arm. “He kept me. He didn’t pay me, but kept me locked up in a room until he wanted to play—or let his friends play with me.”

  “I’m so sorry, Leslie,” I gasped. “I had no idea.”

  She gave me a small smile. “It’s okay. It was a long time ago. At least I had a home and food. It wasn’t always terrible.” She took a deep breath. “He took me back to Ireland with him on a business trip. That’s when it really went wrong, but it was also my salvation.” Her eyes started to fill with tears and I squeezed her arm. It was hard to see her on the brink of falling apart. She was the strongest person I knew.

  “The trip was filled with drinking like I’d never seen before. Irish men can drink, let me tell you.” She forced out a bitter laugh. “One night I was getting passed around from man to man. I lost count of how many had fucked me after ten—some more than once. Liam—that was his name—had a jealous streak. He would share me with his friends, but later, when he was drunk out of his mind, he would change his mind. He would see me with them and get jealous. Usually a fight with ensue between him and other guys, but not that night. That night he took his jealousy out on me. He dragged me by my hair to a bedroom and started to beat the shit out of me.” A tear slid down her cheek.