"This isn't part of the deal..." You giggle, kneeling in between his spread thighs. Your long nails fidget with his designer belt and the button of his tailored pants— everything about him is... expensive. "You know the rules, Mr. Beresford."
"C'mon, cherry," He smirks, running his hand through your hair. "You gonna make me beg?"
"Maybe."
His hard cock almost slaps your chin when you lower his pants and boxers. Pretty, thick and veiny— and surprisingly uncut. White rich boy must have been already cashing checks the moment he was born. You lick the tip, careful not to smear your lipstick— at least not yet.
"Fuck—" He groans when you suck the throbbing head, reaching for his heavy balls to fondle them teasingly. "This must be the most expensive blowjob I've ever had." Clay jokes, half broken by another deep moan that bounces off the walls of limousine's backseat. Your prices are higher than the standard, but that has never been a problem for Clayton.
"If I get fired, it is entirely your fault..." You are a tease, that's your job, but with Clay it's natural. Perhaps you are breaking two rules... allow sexual activity with a client, and falling in love with a client.
Pairing: CEO!Pero Tovar x F!reader/named reader kinda(reader is an escort and goes under a different name)
Rating: Mature (18+)
Word count: 6.6k+
Warning: smut(18+), swearing, fluff, mentions of food and alcohol, unrealistic depiction of sex work(we respect sex workers in this house.) age gap (reader is 23) , fast-moving relationship.
A/N: this took me so long to write, i rewrote so much and ended up hating it then liking it again. sorry if i missed anything/made any errors.
You sat on the bed overthinking the instructions you’d been told a million times by your madam. ‘Don't ask about family life, nothing personal unless he brings it up first, and of course don't tell him your real name.’ They were simple rules you had no problem understanding, But tonight was your first night, with your first gentleman.
You were brought back to reality by a knock at your door. You stood fixing your robe to cover your lingerie underneath. You walked to the door, opening it to be met with your madam’s butler, and a man who stood behind him, your gentleman for the night. You waved off the butler dismissing him after thanking him.
You allowed the gentleman to walk in, Telling him to take a seat on the couch in the middle of the sweet. “Champagne?” You asked, holding the glass. He nodded and you poured him his before taking a seat across from him, In silence. You began to examine the man who was paying for you for the night. He had tanned skin ,dark hair, And a small stubble on mid chin to go with his mustache, Big brown eyes, and a scar along his left eye. You begin to wonder what profession he was a part of to gain a scar like that, most likely mob affiliated. He would have to have money to afford a night with one of the madam girls.
“I have a feeling you've never done this before.” He finally spoke, His voice was raspy with a slight accent. You let out a nervous laugh not expecting to be turned on by his voice alone. “Actually I've been here since I was 18..I just was never an escort until now.”
“18? Very young for a girl to be on her own.” “Yeah, my parents kicked me out right after high school, and said they didn't want to waste anymore money on me, so I landed here. I've been helping the madam out with things for about 3 years now.” Pero nodded understanding. “So what should I call you?“ He asked as he looked you up and down. ” Everyone around here calls me Luna.” you barely got out as his brown eyes met yours. “It's the name madam gave to me.”You said looking down at your hands.
Pero sat and thought for a second before speaking. “If it makes you feel any better--i've never done this before.” Pointing between you and him. “You've never had an escort?” “Never, my brother told me i need to get laid, and well he wasn’t wrong, So i booked an appointment with your madam, I heard she has the finest girls.”
You looked down at his hands, No ring, Which did not necessarily mean he wasn't married, good you didn’t want your first gentleman to be an unhappy married man. ”Hopefully I don't disappoint.” You gave a shy smile.
“Well, shall we.” Pero began unbuttoning his dress shirt, “Here let me sir, it's part of my job.”
You moved his hand away and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, Revealing tattoos and a hairy chest. you looked up and were met with his brown eyes, Looking down on you. Your cheeks heated up and you backed away, bumping into the table behind you.
“No need to be nervous, beautiful.” Pero reassured you in a calm voice, His voice was strong and raspy, almost how you would imagine a barbarian would sound, But the way he spoke felt comforting. He reached his hand out, Taking yours in his and made his way over to the bed, You followed behind, silently.
Once you’d made it to the bed, you dropped your robe, which fell to your ankles, leaving you in only a slip lace nightgown, Pero suddenly picked you up and laid you out on the bed.
“Don't worry, beautiful, I just want to prepare you, I want you to be as wet as possible before we begin.” You looked down as you removed the black lace underwear, and immediately began to lap at your core, Immediately sending you into a spiral of pleasure, you grabbed the satin sheets underneath you as your head rolled back against the pillows.
Pero began to slowly make his way up, kissing the inside of both of your thighs and your belly button before finally meeting you face to face. Taking your lips in his, biting down softly on your bottom lip.
you rubbed his erection that laid against your thighs, opening your eyes to see him pants less, throwing his pants and underwear to the side of the room.
Taking your lips in his as he rubbed his fingers through your wet slit. You moaned into the kiss as he took one of his fingers slowly fucking it into your cunt. “Pleas-”
“Please what?”
“I want you inside of me. Please Mr. Tovar”
He took his finger out and began to unbuckle his pants letting them fall to his feet, You took his hard cock that slapped against his stomach. He took your lips in his once again and began to line himself up with your cunt. Before slowly pushing in, You let out a small gasp into the kiss.
“Does it hurt? Do I need to slow down?”
“No you're perfect, I need more.” You put your arms around him pushing his feather into you.
He began to go at a normal pace with his thrusts, You warped your legs around his lower half giving him the okay to go faster. Since you’d told him you hadn’t had sex in a while he didn’t want to go too fast and hurt you.
“Let me ride you please.” You bite your lip
He stopped his thrusts as you climbed on top of him, slowly sinking down on his length, Placing your hands onto his chest as you looked down at him. He slowly rocked you into as you bounced, meeting his thrusts.
“You feel fantastic, my Luna.”
He felt up your breast squeezing them in his hands.
“l-Luna, I'm gonna come. “
“Me too.”You felt a heat in the pit of your stomach. Before releasing, And falling next to him on the bed. Cuddling into his side. “We are going to have to do that again.” Pero said not thinking you heard him.
“I agree.” Was all you remembered saying before slipping into a sleep coma.
******
You wake to the sun coming through the blinds, it glistened against your skin,You groaned in response to the light, you reached out to feel the warm spot where Pero once laid to feel it cold and empty, You could barely smell the musk of his cologne. ‘Must've left a while ago’ you thought, which was the rule. Be gone before any of the ladies wake.
You got up finding your robe and silk gown scattered on the floor, trying to ignore the soreness between your legs as you made your way down stairs to see the other girls and Madam having breakfast. “Ah Luna finally!” Aurora, One of the other escorts who’d been here since you’d arrived said as she ran up to you in an embrace. “You have to tell us how your first night with a gentleman was!”
“Aurora let the poor girl breathe! come and have breakfast with the rest of the girls.” The madam said. “Promises you'll tell me all about it?” Aurora whispered to you, You rolled your eyes insuring her to tell her later.
Aurora was one of the first girls madam ever had in the house, she was a few years older than you, with long blonde hair and brown eyes. She’d been messing with too many dangerous people so her folks kicked her to the curb and now she sleeps with elected officials on weekends.
Most of the other ladies had been here for years, all of them being the same age as most of the gentlemen they served. Madam hated going for younger girls like you and Aurora but when he had to be done, she’d allow it.
You sat with the rest of the ladies and began to dig into your breakfast. The other girls began to whisper about the men they had last night. “Ladies no talking of work at the table remember?”
“Yes, so sorry madam.” The madam wiped her mouth and began to get up before turning and asking to see you in her office when you were finished eating.
You knocked twice on the madams door, you heard her faint voice telling you to come in. You entered the cream colored office, closing the door behind you. “Take a seat at my door.” You smiled, gesturing to the chair in front of her.
“So how was your first gentleman?” “ It was fine, Madam, he was very sweet.” You said, “He was very nice and gentle. We chatted before we began.” “I'm glad you seem to like him, Because he's requested you to have dinner with him this evening.
You looked up at her shocked. “Dinner? With me.” “Yes, he sent flowers to me this morning with a note attached. Of course you only have to go if you want. No pressure my dear.”
“YES! I mean of course I want to go madam.” “That's great, he’ll be sending a car tonight around 7.” She dismissed you and when you closed the door behind you, You were immediately met with the faces of other Aurora and some of the other ladies.
They roughly grabbed your arm leading you up the stairs to the lounging area. “Okay bitch spill!” They giggled waiting for you to explain your night with Mr. Tovar. “Well he was very sweet, And handsome.” “How was the sex, girl?”.
“Let's just say he's a generous lover.” you said as your cheek heats up, replaying the events of last night in your head. “What did madam want to talk to you about?”.
“Apparently Mr. Tovar wants to see me again tonight. This time over dinner.”
“Oh my god! You have to say yes!” “I did! I just wonder what he wants from an escort to be asking me out on dates.” “Well I guess you’ll find out.” the girls gave you a smirk.
That night you sat at your vanity putting the finishing touches on your makeup, You heard a knock at your suite door. “I’ll be right out!’ You yelled back patting the makeup on your face to help it dry down faster. You quickly got up putting on your black heels that one of the other ladies let you borrow and made your way out.
Once at the top of the stairs you could see Mr.Tovar talking with the butler holding a dozen red roses. You slowly made your way down, so you wouldn't trip. And Mr. Tovar’s attention finally landed on you. Making his way up what was left of the stairs to give you his hand,”I've got you.” He reassured you. Helping you with the remaining stairs and leading you out the door to the car parked in front of the building.
Pero opened the side door, helping you get in the tall, black truck and made his way over to the drivers side. You held the flowers up to your nose, you could smell how fresh they were, with a hint of cologne to them, which made you chuckle. “So where are you taking me Mr.Tovar?”
“You'll see soon enough, Beautiful.”
Once you’d arrived at the restaurant you were both escorted to the back, walking hand and hand to a solo booth for the two of you, sitting across from each other and ordering your drinks before the waitress left the two of you.
“This place is beautiful, I've never been to this part of town before.” “Not as beautiful as you.” He grabbed your hand rubbing his thumbs on the back of your hand. Your little moment was interrupted by the waitress coming back to settle down your drinks and take your meal order.
“So Mr.Tovar why is it that you've asked me out?” “I want you to accompany me to a gala this coming week.” you almost choked right then and there. Of course escorts were asked to events like this but over dinner? Usually they'd just tell the madam and it’d be a done deal.
“Of course I'll go with you!” Pero smiled,”I very much liked your company last night, Hoping to have your company for more nights.” taking your hand in his slowly stroking the back of your hand. “I've never been to a gala before. I don't know what I should wear.” You told him slightly embarrassed. “You don't worry about that, I'll be sending a car to take you on a shopping spree. Get what you need.”He said, slipping into his jacket pocket and pulling out a black card.
“You're too generous.“You looked at him with soft eyes. You almost felt bad for taking his money. “Only the best for you.” He said as the waitress sat your food down in front of you.
“So Mr. Tovar, tell me about yourself.” You took a sip of your wine and saw Pero make a small face.” What is nothing to share with me?”
“Well i’m a CEO, i co-own a business with my brother, Marcus.”
“Ahhh so you aren’t a part of the mafia.”
“Mafia? Why would you think that?” He chuckled. “That scar, It holds history.”
Pero looked down, whatever it was he definitely didn't want to talk about it. “Let’s just say it’s a birthmark.” He said obviously ready to change the subject. “Also please call me Pero.”
“Okay,... Pero.” You said looking at him through your lashes as you took a sip of your drink.”
*******
Pero walked into the bar his half-brother Marcus told him to meet at. He shot him a quick text to let him know he’d arrived and Marcus said he’d be down in a sec. Pero ordered a whiskey and sat looking around the lounge room before he saw his brother, Making his way through, fixing his tie and wiping the lip gloss off of his cheek and neck, Most likely from his wife.
“Busy night brother?” Pero mocked him as he sat in the armchair next to his. “Just dealing with something busy is all.” Marcus smirked back. Putting his hand up to grab the attention of one of the bar-maids.
“So how was the date? Will she be attending the gala?”
“The date was perfectly fine, And she will, tomorrow I’ll be sending a car for her to get her outfit picked out. I gave her the black card.”
“You gave an escort you barely know a black card? Don't be shocked when there's nothing left on it.” Pero rolled his eyes at his brother taking a last swig at his whiskey. “She's not like that. She's a nice girl. You and Vanessa will meet her at the gala, Actually why don't I send for Vanessa to help her shop, I'm sure she won't would love the company.”
“Sounds good. I'll tell her when I get back up to the room.”
The next morning you were up by sunrise getting ready, putting on a simple tank top and sweats for the car Pero sent to pick you up. You made your way down to sit near the door around 6:30.
You looked out the window to see a black range rover pull to the side of the building. You immediately made your way out, Knowing that it was Pero’s car. As you made your way to the car, A woman, who looked about Pero’s age, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, stepped out of the car. You were not alarmed, only a little confused by who the woman was.
“You must be Luna, So good to finally put a face to the name. I’m Vanessa.” She took your hand in hers, giving you a quick shake. “I’m Marcus’s wife? Pero’s brother’s Wife? No? Nothing?”
You shook your head.” I’m so sorry Pero mentioned his brother but nothing about you. He didn't tell me you would be accompanying me on this shopping trip. “Ah yes that i know, He didn't know until last night but it was late and I told him not to call.”
“Shall we?” She held the door of the backside open for you, You gave a small smile getting in with her following behind.
******
You threw your head back in response to the joke Vanessa had just told you about her husband Marcus. “Well he sounds like a handful.” “Tell me about it.” She gave you a smirk, As the car came to a halt. The driver knocked indicating that you had arrived.
You began to unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door before Vanessa stopped you. “What are you doing? That's the driver's job sweetie.”
“Oh..” You said, Sitting back in your seat waiting for the driver to open the door, laying his hand out to help you and Vanssa out of the car.
“Thank you sir.” You said as you and Vannsa made your way into the mall.
Walking hand-and-hand with Vannssa into the store. You looked around at all the expensive clothing, all sorted out by brand, and on the racks by color, A store like this being one you’d always pass, everything in it nearing the 1,000 mark on the tags.
“So the theme for the gala is vintage, But you can wear whatever you want. Let's look over the Vivienne Westwood dresses. She said pointing over to a beautiful white dress on the display, It looked like something out of a fairytale movie.
******
After the tenth dress you began to become annoyed. “C’mon now Luna lighten up! If you're going to be going to social events with Pero you have to look your finest. Now here, try these on.”
She handed you two dresses, Both floor length, one white with lace down the middle, looked something out of the Victorian era. The other was a dark red, it was beautiful and more campy.
You turned taking both dresses and tired them on, Looking at yourself in the mirror. You first tried on the white, It was cute, but simple. It looked boring and pale against your skin.
“Well how do you like it?” Vanessa peaked her head in, You turned to meet her eyes. “Do you like this one on me?” You rubbed your hands down the front of the dress nervously.
“My God you look beautiful. Do you like it?” You took another look at it wondering if Pero would like the dress before asking for help with the zipper. “Maybe try the red one sweetie.” She gave you a soft smile.
You let the dress fall to your feet before immediately putting on the red one, Laying out all the wrinkles you had created and looking up in the mirror. The dark red complemented your skin. You imagined how a soft glam makeup look along with your hair up would look in the dress.
“How about this one Lun-” Vanessa said walking into the dressing room again, This time at a loss for words. “Okay if you don't get this one i will!” Making you laugh.
******
Pero sat in his office, Preparing for his next meeting when his assistant knocked on his door. The door opened after he yelled for them to come in and in walked Vanessa.
“Vanessa, How was the mini shopping spree?” Vanessa walked over kissing her brother-in-law on the cheek. “It was amazing, That little Luna is something special. Ugh and the dress you're going to love it on her. Try and find a maroon or dark red tie so you two can match.” She squealed while pouring herself a glass of whiskey.
“Perfect, But why are you here?” “What are your intentions with Luna?” She asked, swirling her drink in the glass. Pero had to sit and think for a moment before responding. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I just spent the whole day with her, And she's a very sweet girl who cares for you, and about what you think, and I don't want her to be hurt.” Vanessa looked Pero in his eyes, not breaking contact . “I promise, I won’t do anything to hurt her.”
“You better keep that promise Tovar.” She said putting her empty glass on the table and leaving. Pero let out a deep sigh he’d been holding in. Pero immediately picked up his desk phone calling the madam asking to have you out for a few nights until the gala.
That night Pero picked you up in his all black range rover, Walking to your side to open the door for you. You said a shy thank you stepping into the car.
Stepping into the car through the other side. “Where are we going?” You looked at him through your eyelashes. He looked over at your freshly washed makeup free face, Taking his hand up to your cheek rubbing his thumb on your cheek bone.
“I just wanna spend more time with you.” He says honestly. “ How about we get some take out and have a movie night. You can pick the movie.” Before driving off to what he knew was your favorite Chinese place, Thanks to the madam.
After picking up your takeout you arrived at a cute little townhouse a little ways outside of the city. You loved seeing different areas of NY because you usually just stayed in the house with madam and the other ladies. You both step out of the park as he locks it. “You go in, I'll get your bag and be in, in a minute.” Giving you the key to enter the town house, It wasn't too big or small, Just enough room for a small family, Or like Pero, a bachelor.
The walls were painted a forest green, And had family photos placed all over the house. You stopped on a photo of Pero and Marcus, They looked so much alike you couldn't believe they were not twins. “I already know what you're thinking. Mom’s got strong genes.” He chuckled as he set your duffle back on the floor and brought the take out into the kitchen to plate and serve.
You begin to dig in as soon as he sets the plate of hot fresh fried rice and orange chicken in front of you, Moaning at the taste. You had barely eaten all day, Too busy spending time with the other ladies and ended up getting called into the madam’s office being told to pack a bag for a few nights.
Pero sat his plate next to you on the kitchen island you sat at and made his way over with a beer in his hand. He looked over to you seeing you enjoying the food while taking a sip of his alcohol. “That good ,huh?”.
“After not eating all day, Anything is that good.” You looked over, His throat as he swallowed, His Adam's apple bobbing, As your eyes made their way up to his soft pink lips. Pero began to speak and move his hands around to bring you back to planet earth.
Shaking your head as you realize you’d been staring too long. “I'm sorry I just-got distracted.”
“No problem. Now tell me what movie are we going to watch tonight?” You sat and thought for a minute. How about The Mummy, one of my favorites!”
“You got it, I’ve got it on dvd, I'll just pop it into the tv when we're done.” “dvd? Oh my god, what year is it?” You said teasingly.
You both made your way over to the couch that sat in front of his flatscreen, He popped the disk in and ran over to a small closet taking out a throw blanket and placing it on you. “Incase we fall asleep.”
He pressed play and as the intro played he told you he would run and take a quick shower and for you to get comfy. You began to slowly drift off until you felt the blanket, slowly opening your eyes to see a shirtless Pero with pajama pants cuddling into your side. As you rested your head on him and began to fully fall asleep again, You felt a light kiss on your forehead and heard a faint ‘Goodnight my moon’.
The next morning you were greeted with the smell of bacon and eggs. You looked over to see the spot where Pero once was now empty. You wrapped the throw around yourself and walked into the kitchen to see a shirtless Pero, With messy bed head, seasoning some eggs on the stove. The chair made a scrap noise as you pulled it out which drew his attention to you.
“Ah, finally” He lended over the counter, kissing you softly, “Breakfast is almost ready, just pour yourself some juice and I'll plate everything.” You silently watched his back muscles flex as he flipped the bacon and eggs onto the plate. All you could think of is how a man this amazing could somehow be single. He placed the plate in front of you, the steam of the food immediately going up your nose. ‘I love a man that can cook.’ He once again sat next to you and dug into his food.
“How’d you learn to cook? I mean eggs and bacon is simple i guess but even then some people can't do it.”
“Single mom.” He said as he swallowed. “Parents divorced at a young age, Dad was always working and traveling so my mom had me 80% of the time, Taught me everything, cooking, cleaning, and laundry.”
“Is that why you're still single? I don't mean to pry but- you knowing how to do things yourself keeps you from needing help around.”
“I guess you could say that, Also i just never really found- The one i guess.”
“Understandable.”
You quickly tried to change the subject. “So one day until the gala, What do you have planned for us today?”
“Well the weather is nice today, I love the fall. How about we take a walk around central park?”
“Ah yes, fresh air, Haven't been on a walk in a while. I'd love that.”
You took a quick shower and dressed in a cute, orange sundress, it wasn't very cool outside so you could get away with it. You made your way downstairs to see Pero in some sweats and a t-shirt. “Ah so this is what Pero wears on his free days. I like this more than the suit.”
Pero took your hand in his and you made your way out the door to central park. Walking the distance to take the subway.
The green, red and yellow colored leafs fell around you and Pero as you made your way through the park. You were greeted by a herd of ducks quacking for food.
You and Pero walked hand-in-hand over to the bench that sat near a small pond. Pero had been chatting a storm since you’d left his home. He told you of all the things happening at work, And warned you of some people you’d see at the gala tomorrow. “If Henry asks you for a dance, Just be careful he is definitely plotting to steal you and add you to his collection of ex-wives.” you throw your head back in laughter.
“I'll be sure to stay clear of him.” You teased. “Please do...I wouldn't want to lose you.” He took your lips into his, A small amount of your gloss transferring to his lips.
He licked his lips to get the gloss off. “Hm, you taste sweet.” You both leaned in for another kiss before Pero's phone began to ring in his pocket. “Give me a second I need to yell at my brother” He said walking towards the pond. He said, still able to hear the argument on the phone. “Well you can handle it, Marcus. I'm trying to spend time with my woman.”
‘His woman?’ Like his girlfriend? Your ears perked up. You didn't even think you’d made it to that point yet. You hadn't even told him your real name yet. You really liked Pero, If he wanted a relationship, you would be up to it. But what about the madam? And the ladies club..
Pero had dropped you off at his town house telling you he’d be back after handling some business that popped up. You decided to take a look around at all of his things, Books, Movies, even went through his closet finding a blue t-shirt. Putting the shirt up to your nose, It smelled of him.
You removed your dress and slipped the shirt over your head, and got into his king sized bed with one of his books, Ghost Radio.
By the time Pero arrived back home it was 10, He’d ordered food to his office and was hoping you’d eaten already, He looked for you down stairs before hearing faint snores and making his way up the stairs to his room.
There you were, laying on top of the comforter on Pero’s bed, Asleep with a book resting on your chest. Pero took a moment to admire you as you slept in his bed, Your pouty lips, and chest heaving up and down,He chuckled when you released another snore. And placed a blanket on top of you before making his way to the bathroom.
Pero woke you laying on his chest, Tracing his chest tattoo, your warm cheek laid on his shoulder as you noticed he was up. “Good morning.” You gave a small kiss to his neck. “It's the day of the gala baby you gotta get up, We have places to be.” You gave him a light shake.
Pero groaned in protest, “Fine, my moon. But first breakfast.”
After Pero and you basically destroyed the kitchen while making breakfast, goofing around and throwing flour that was for the pancakes at each other. Pero sent one of his drivers to take you to your hair appointment. He would be going to the office for a few hours.
The hairdresser washed and styled your hair in an updo. Knowing Pero this would be ruined by tonight. And you thanked her, tipping more than you usually could afford. And made your way to the styler to pick up your dress for the night.
You immediately popped the dress on when you got back to the town house. Carefully zipping it up in the back, Your hands touched the soft fabric on the dress that was now tightly fitted to the point where you saw all your curves. You’d barely noticed the time until you heard a voice coming up the stairs that stopped when Pero eyes met you.
“Wow, Vanessa was right, I love the dress on you.” He took your cheeks in his hands and kissed you passionately. “Now we must go, we're already so late.”
“I thought you rich people said it was classy to be late?” you smirked
The gala was taking place all the way on the other end of town. It would take about two hours to get there and back with city traffic. You watched out of the passenger seat window as the sun went down and the stars started showing in the pale moonlight. You passed the docks which you knew were not far from where the gala was being held. You pulled down the mirror and began to check for any patchy makeup.
“Baby, what are you doing?”
“I just wanna make sure my makeup is perfect. We're going to be filmed. I assume, I don't wanna look like a mess.”
“Ah I see Vanessa prepared you.” He said pulling into the valet lane, Pulling the car in park.
You handed the valet boy the keys and rushed over to your side helping you out, Holding the bottom of your floor length dress.
You looped your arm in his making your way to the red carpet full of flashing cameras, Blinding you, You just knew you were blinking in half those pictures. You thought as you made your way inside.
Without even a second of relief you were pulled aside by Vanessa, She wore a gold and white lace floor length dress, It looked beautiful against her complexion. “Oh finally you're here, I need to introduce you to the other wives. We call ourselves ‘the wives club’.”
You waved goodbye to Pero as he walked over to the bar, sitting next to his brother and waving over the waitress to order a drink.
You were introduced to all the ladies in the office, along with some that were married to Pero’s colleagues. when you introduced yourself, of course you Luna, it was how you went by with most people and what you responded to over your real name at this point.
They welcomed you into their group immediately, Saying has Vanessa wouldn't shut up about someone who could be a new member.
“So how’d you and Pero meet?” Jane, one of the wives asked. You shuttered over your words, Almost completely forgetting your place. But Vanessa saved you.
“I set them up actually, On a blind date, She's a family friend.” You gave her a low thank you. And she nodded, excusing you both to go order drinks from the bar.
Vanessa ran a little ways in front of you, Jumping into Marcus’s lap attacking his face with kisses. “I missed you” She said, barely giving him any room to breathe. You laughed as Pero pulled you into his side, giving you his seat.
“How is it so far? Having fun?”
“Yes! The ladies here are so nice, they want me to join their little wives club or whatever.” You smiled, touching your nose to his.
“That's great. I'm glad you're having fun, Because i hate these things but if you like them we can keep coming.”
A slow song began to play and Vanessa made her way over to Marcus dragging you with her.
“Baby please let’s dance.” She grabbed Marcus's shoulder. Marcus shook his head repeating no over and over making you and His brother laugh.
“What about you Pero? Care to dance with me?”
He asked giving him puppy dog eyes. He didn’t respond and immediately grabbed you and took you out to the dance floor. Where he looped his arm on your waist and pulled you close.
“You're lucky that you're gorgeous.”
and that I'm falling for you.
******
By the time the gala ended it was almost midnight, You and Pero dragged on to say your goodbyes, Giving Marcus and Vanessa kisses and hugs. Pero looked as if he was going to pass out.
“Do you want me to drive? I don't want you falling asleep at the wheel.” You gave him small pecks trying to wake him. “How about we stay on my boat for the night. A two hour drive home is alot for me right now.”
You nodded agreeing as you both headed to the dock you passed on the way to the event. While on the short drive, you took out your phone, seeing a text from Aurora.
Aurora: Pero Tovar’s Girlfriend?!
Sending you a link to an article about a new piece of arm candy on Pero.
“Pero Tovar and Mystery girlfriend show up to New York’s finest Gala.”
All you could worry about was if someone outed you for being an escort.
“Pero looked over briefly, obviously seeing the fear in your eyes.. “You don’t have to worry about them, Nothing will make of it, I’ll take care of you.” Reassuring you.
Pero parked his car in the owner's lot and got his backup keys to his boat out of a compartment in his car.
“Hopefully I'll have something you can sleep in.” “Hopefully nothing from an old girlfriend.” You said lowly so he wouldn't hear you, which failed. He took your chin kissing you lightly. “you’re the first woman I've brought here, and dated for years, of course not.”
Once you entered the yacht you went to the bedroom. It was huge, A bed in the middle of the room and a bathroom right around the corner. “Start up the shower i'll get a t-shirt for you to wear.” You started the water, putting it on the highest setting. You took a look in the mirror, sighing you knew this hair would last.
You stepped into the steaming shower washing away the day, When you heard the shower door creak, you smirked, And jumped when you felt Pero’s cold hands rest on your body pulling you into him, You could feel his erection as he kissed on your neck. Taking the soap and lathering your bodies. You turned pushing your lips onto his. “Not now baby, Let's get you cleaned up first.”
After taking off the shower head and resting you both off he dryed you with the towel and made your way to the bed, still mostly damp.
After your evening events you both laid in bed tangled together, You bed on his chest, As you tried to get your breathing together.
“Next gala is in Paris. I want you to accompany me to the winter gala.” Sleepy let out.
“Anything for you Pero.”
You gave him one last kiss before laying your head on his, His arms closing in on your waist.
“Pero?”
“Yes, my moon”
“My name is.” Telling him your actual name, you could feel a smile creek onto his face.
“I love it, But if you don't mind I'll just be calling you moon.” “That's fine.”
“Oh also, I want you to come stay with me.”
“What!?” your eyes shot open. “Yea, we can officially make you a part of the wives club.”
“Yes really.”
“I' would love to.” You blinked at him wide eyed.”But I must talk to madam.” you said swallowing the lump in your throat.
******
The following morning Pero woke you and immediately called your madam for a meeting. He told you he wanted to be there with you when you told her of your departure from the ladies club.
You thanked him for his support but told him to wait while you talked to her Madam and said your goodbyes to the girls you’d had seen as sisters.
You walked into the building, Some of the other girls spotted you and immediately ran up to you hugging you and asking you about the gala. Your madam came out of her office dismissing the girls and Telling you to come take a seat.
You swallowed as you nodded making your way in, Sitting and as poured herself a drink.
“So my dear, What is it you wanted to speak about?”“Pero has asked me...to be his girlfriend.”
Madam nodded, taking a drink.
“Which would mean I would leave the ladies club.”
“I understand what that means darling.”
You waited for her answer. You wanted so badly to be with Pero but didn't want to upset someone who had been a mother to you for so long.
“My dear.” She took your hands in your own. “If he makes you happy. You go be with him.” She squeezed your hands. “But if you ever feel the need to comeback…we’ll be here.”
“Thank you madam.” you could almost cry.
“I'll have your things packed and sent to his home by the end of the week. She stood taking your face in her hands, “My babygirl is finally getting out, I'm happy for you.”
You hugged her before leaving the office to say your goodbyes to the rest of the Ladies, some of them with tears streaming down their face, this wasn't the first time a lady left but you’d been here for years, they were your family.
“We're going to miss you, love. Make sure you still call and text and maybe even visit.” Aurora said in a questioning tone.”Of course we can set up a day for a weekly lunch or something I promise.” You waved your last goodbyes before leaving the place you’d basically spent the first years of your adult life at.”
Pero took your hand, Kissing the back of it. “Are you ready, my love?”
You nodded, giving him a small smile, As he drove away.
Ok BAM so last week i read a story it was only on its cirst chapter that was chris evans x black!reader and the reader was a dominatrix/mistress/ sex worker that chris had just hired she went to this party and ran into rdj and she hates him she was there to meet chrisss? Do you know it lol i dont remember the blog name !
I got you!! That’s called The Arrangement series by my good sis @bakarilennox 😘
slow burn poly!wolfstar Pretty Woman (1990) au: established wolfstar, escort!reader, side jegulily, eventual dorlene, political heist-type situation, depictions and descriptions of sex-work
I // II
CW: financial insecurity, Sirius money-is-no-object Black, sugar babe vibes, brief mention of Black family [3.1k words]
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The words on the page before you began to blur and melt as you watched the way the shadows of the leaves danced across them; the canopy of trees above your fire-escape-turned-balcony swaying in the gentle breeze and providing you with broken bits of shade.
You almost laughed that out of the two documents Sirius had sent you home with, the legal NDA was rather easy to read through and already signed, sitting safely on your bedside table for your next meeting.
You were having a harder time with the second document; one that you were supposed to replicate for him.
‘About Me’ it read. And it was - about Sirius, that is. Everything that a long-term girlfriend soon-to-be fiance hopefully one day wife should know.
His favourite colour is black, but there was someone else's font beside it that read “this doesn’t count, Sirius”, to which what you could only assume was Sirius’ scrawl wrote “bloody hell, fine, blue then.” His birthday is November 3rd. He’s a dog person, but Remus likes cats so he thinks he’ll likely have to cave one day and get him a cat. That note made you smile. He wanted to study art history (someone wrote the word ‘nerd’ beside that) but his parents didn’t approve, so he studied architectural design instead. He listed the Godfather as his favourite movie, but when someone wrote ‘liar’ he wrote ‘FINE. It's the 1999 made for TV version of Annie with Kathy Bates’. He’s afraid of spiders, he drinks both his coffee and tea sickly sweet - his favourite drink being a salted caramel latte, he played rugby with James growing up but quit when he decided he didn’t actually like being beaten about for sport. He left out the ‘when I was already being beaten about at home’, but you read it for what it was anyway. He can play piano but hates it, he can play the guitar less well but loves it. He’s littered in tattoos, most can be hidden under dress shirts and such, but there’s one that trails just a little too high up on his neck and a few on his hands. His favourite meal is Remus’ mum’s shepherd's pie, but the Ritz room service always made a really good baked mac and cheese.
You snorted as you threw your head back against the railing behind you - your bum growing numb from sitting on the wrought-iron bars of the fire escape - at the thought of Sirius Black sitting in a premium suite in one of the world’s poshest hotels and ordering macaroni and cheese to his room from a michelin star restaurant.
What the fuck have I gotten myself into? You wondered wryly as you stood and forced the jammed window to your bedroom back open and crawled through.
Sirius had offered to pick you up, but you had insisted you would meet him at the mall. Well, actually, Sirius had first offered to transfer you some money to buy a cocktail dress for dinner at his Uncle Alphard’s tomorrow night, but when you’d gone so quiet on the phone that Sirius actually pulled it away from his face to ensure the two of you were still connected, he’d offered to take you instead.
The dinner at Alphard’s would be a good segway into the Black family nonsense; Alphard’s house would be neutral territory, his parents and other aunts and uncles would be there, but it wouldn’t be their domain. And there would also be Andromeda, her husband Ted, and of course Uncle Alphard to act as buffers.
But that’s not what had Sirius feeling so uncharacteristically nervous right now. He felt silly, sitting here at the Starbucks with sweaty hands as he considered buying a second latte.
Yeah, he thought wryly, that’s exactly what you need - more caffeine, as if you aren’t already shaky enough.
Sirius hadn’t felt this anxious since he’d asked Remus out on an actual date back in school. He supposed in many ways, this was a first date of sorts. A first date with the woman who was going to help him bring down his family and all the hate they stood for, with the woman who was going to be accompanying him to events with some of the worst people he knew, the woman who he was going to propose to, who he’d have to bloody marry at some point; blimey what did he get himself into?
Thankfully you chose that moment to show up, saving Sirius from any further spiralling as he stood so quickly that he almost knocked the small bistro table clean over.
“Hullo! Fuckin’ hell. Hi!” He stuttered awkwardly as he caught the table and righted his nearly finished coffee.
“Hi.” You murmured softly with a matching smile.
“Hi.” Sirius said again, wiping his hands on his trousers and smiling back at you.
“Hi.” You repeated; smile growing into a cheekier smirk as you watched him botch this.
“Great, awesome.” Sirius said with a smile. “You’re laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you.” You laughed.
“Oh, and now you’re lying to me.”
You shook your head and looked down at your feet. Sirius wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting when he hired an escort, but he found he was surprised by how plain a lot of your wardrobe seemed to be. Granted he had only met you twice, but from those two times it had become clear to him that when you weren’t working, you preferred to be nondescript. Classic tees, shirts, and blouses, and denim or, in today’s case, corduroys; you looked vintage and casual, put together in a way without looking like you tried too hard. Though, once again, you were only as nondescript as any pretty woman could be, and he was sure that anyone even remotely attracted to women would absolutely spare you a second glance - corduroys or otherwise.
But he couldn’t help but admit - at least to himself - that he was a little bit excited at the prospect of getting to dress you up.
“Are you- do you want a drink?” Sirius asked as he gestured towards the Starbucks behind him, nearly taking out an errant shopper with his hand causing him to have to call out a hasty apology.
“Oh, uhm, no, no. I’m good, thank you though.” You declined quickly as you hiked your purse further up on your shoulder, though you were eyeing the store with intrigue.
Ah, Sirius thought to himself, allergic to spending money - I know a thing or two about your type.
“Listen, gorgeous, we’re going to be spending a lot of money today, so you’d be better to start with something small to ease yourself into it.” He quipped.
He’d been going for light and breezy - even shooting you a cheeky wink - but you seemed to blanche at that.
“I’m… I don’t have much on me, Sirius…” You started, and Sirius fought the urge to wince at his faux pas.
“My money, doll; we’re going to be spending a lot of my money.”
“I-”
“It’s number six.”
You turned away from the coffee shop to look at him in bemusement. “What?”
“Number six, how you take your tea and coffee; your favourite drink.” He explained. “Mine’s a salted caramel latte. What’s yours?”
You took a deep breath as you searched his eyes for a few moments before turning back towards the drink menu. “Are you getting something?”
“I was considering getting a second.” Sirius allowed as he nodded towards his forgotten cup.
“I’ll get it, then.” You offered, and made your way into the shop before Sirius could even respond, returning a few moments later with a salted caramel latte for Sirius and some kind of sweet looking cold brew for yourself.
“Thank you.” He offered as he accepted the drink from your grasp; your name scrawled prettily on the side of the cup.
“Don’t mention it.” You whispered back as you took a sip of your own.
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“What about this one?” Sirius asked for what had to have been the thirteenth time in this store alone as he held up a garment for you to consider.
You barely spared the dress a half a glance before you were reaching to the sleeve - not coincidentally where the price tag was.
“Would you stop checking the price?” He hissed as he gently swatted your hand away. “Do you like this dress?”
You made a helpless sound in the back of your throat as you looked between him and the dress again. “I don’t know, Sirius, I- it’s not something I’d ever buy for myself.”
Sirius sighed as he returned the dress to the rack and gave you a Look™. “I do not mean any offence, doll, but I think that’s sort of the point.” He offered softly.
You groaned miserably and cradled your face in your hands. “I’m sorry - I’m being terribly difficult.”
“You’re not being terribly difficult.” Sirius appeased, waiting for you to peek at him through your fingers. “Only mildly.”
You groaned again but allowed your hands to fall away from your face to land on your hips as you considered the rack in front of you. Your bottom lip dimpled as if you were chewing on the inside of your lip as you turned to a rack behind you that the two of you (read: Sirius) had been looking through moments ago and sifted through it again.
“That would be a nice colour on you.” He offered as you paused on a dress. You kept your face pointed towards the dress but looked up at him through your eyelashes before pulling the dress out and holding it up against him.
“Now, I don’t know what you think you know about my family, but generally, I save my dress wearing for when I’m in the privacy of my own home or at a very specific bar.”
Sirius watched as your nose crinkled before you were dropping the garment and lowering your chin to your chest in an attempt to hide your snickering; Sirius momentarily wished you wouldn’t.
“I didn’t mean for you,” you chided through a giggle as you held the dress back up against him; he didn’t argue this time, “I was checking to see if the colour looks good on you as well.”
Sirius found his cheeks flaming hot as the question ‘and does it?’ settled on the tip of his tongue. But, like the fucking prat he is, all he managed to spit out was “of course it does, I look good in everything.”
You rolled your eyes good naturedly and muttered something that sounded an awful lot like ‘git’ under your breath before nodding once. “I think I’ll get this one, then.”
“Great job.” He said as he swiped the dress from you and folded it over his arm. “Now pick three more and then we can head to the next store.”
“Thre- next store? Sirius, I-”
“I told you we were spending a lot of money today, Y/N, I meant it.” He said simply as he encouraged you forward by the small of your back. You sounded as though you were going to say something but acquiesced when he patted your hip twice before pulling his hand away from you.
“You don’t wear a lot of colour, I’ve noticed.” Sirius offered, swinging the bags he was carrying casually in his hands as the two of you slowly made your way through the mall after purchasing shoes ‘to go with the dresses, doll’ and even some sodding bags ‘think of it as an investment, gorgeous; you’re an employee, and working for me comes with a uniform. I’m providing you with a uniform’.
You looked at him sideways as you continued walking, trying to ignore the feeling of everyone doing double takes to see a girl looking so plain with designer bags in her hands and a certified adonis by her side. If he hadn’t told you his favourite colour was black, you would have guessed as much just from the sheer amount of it he wore. But whereas you wore a fair amount of black in an attempt to disappear - to blend in - he seemed to do it to make his own statement; it stood out in stark contrast against his fair skin, and depending on what he was wearing, complimented his many (visible) tattoos nicely. It also left his eyes - a grey blue - appearing that much more brilliantly bright and striking.
All this to say, he wasn’t one to talk.
“No…” You allowed. “Neither do you, though.”
“Touche.” He offered you with a wink - or, what you were sure was a wink - behind his sunglasses as the window-pane roof let in an unusual amount of sunlight for this time of year in the UK. “Why don’t you, though?”
You sighed as you stepped onto the escalator going down and redistributed your bags in your hands instead of answering right away. “I get looked at more than I’d like to already.” You admitted quietly. “I… I get enough attention, I don’t need to garner any more.”
You weren’t looking at Sirius but you could feel his gaze on you before he nodded his head in your periphery. “I get that, I think. Growing up in a political family came with a lot of attention. Then being the runaway, then playing the poster child again.”
You hummed an acknowledgement. “You seem to lean into it, though?” You hadn’t meant it to be offensive, but when Sirius’ mouth opened in a disbelieving laugh, your stomach dropped. “Not- no, I’m- that’s not what I-”
“Relax, babe. I get it.” He waved you off as the two of you stepped off the escalator. “It’s true; I always sort of figured, they’re looking at me anyways, you know? Might as well give them something to talk about.”
The two of you fell into a comfortable silence after that, only breaking it to apologise when one of you brushed against the other with one of the many bags adorning your hands.
“Where’d you park?” Sirius asked as the two of you stepped out into the daylight. Fuck, you hadn’t thought this through.
You were expecting to shop for maybe one dress for tomorrow’s dinner, and you were planning to shove the garment into your purse for the train ride back home. There was simply no way you could manage public transport with this many bags, and the chances of you being mugged on your way increased significantly for every designer bag you had.
You wondered if the clothes would even be safe in your flat at all, knowing the only locks that you trusted were the chain bolted to the front door that you installed yourself, and the piece of wood you jammed in your window at the fire escape so no one could open it from the outside.
“Y/N?”
“No. Uhm, sorry.” You started, looking towards Sirius but not necessarily at him. “Actually, I’m- well, do you think I could keep them at your place? I…I don’t- I don’t necessarily want my neighbours knowing I have this kind of stuff in my flat.”
Sirius’ eyes softened and you felt a little guilty at the half truth, but soldiered on. “I’d just hate to come home from work one day to find it all missing, you know?” You tried to joke.
You swore Sirius’ mouth pinched slightly before he schooled his expression and redistributed the bags he was currently holding into one hand and held out his free one to take yours.
“Oh! I could help-”
“That’s alright, doll, I’ve got it.” He said as he relinquished your bags from you. “Tomorrow, then? I assume you’ll be getting ready at my place? Do you want a ride?”
“No! No, that’s alright, I’ll meet you there if you just want to send me your address.”
The two of you said goodbye and you watched Sirius walk through the car park until he disappeared behind a row of vehicles, and you stepped back into the mall to wait for the next train that didn’t come for another 45 minutes.
Sirius let out a breath as he closed the door to his and Remus’ townhouse behind him; the sounds of the London streets melting away to the odd honk or occasional car door closing as he began searching their home.
He needn’t search long, however, finding Remus exactly where he knew he would be.
”Did’ya have a good day?” Remus asked without looking up from the potatoes he was peeling, though he did turn his face slightly to reciprocate the kiss Sirius pressed to his cheek.
“Yeah, not bad.” Sirius agreed in an exhale as he disposed of the many shopping bags onto the kitchen island.
Remus opened his mouth as he turned - no doubt about to scold Sirius for messing up his clean kitchen - when his face pinched in confusion.
”I thought you were going shopping for Y/N?”
“We did.”
”Sirius!”
”Remus.” Sirius shot back as he made himself comfortable on one of the high stools.
”You’re going to scare her away.” Remus muttered as he washed and dried his hands before coming over to peek inside of the bags, pulling the documents you had returned to Sirius out of one of them.
“She was much more tolerable than you were when I first took you shopping.”
Remus shot him an unimpressed glare though he didn’t bother gracing him with a response as he leaned back against the counter and flipped through the pages in his hands. “Why didn’t she take any of this with her?” He asked as he motioned to the bags now littering his kitchen island.
Sirius felt his own mouth pinch in displeasure as he recounted your reasoning. “She said she was worried her neighbours would see - didn’t want anyone to know she had anything of value in her flat.”
Remus made a sympathetic hum as Sirius pondered what it was exactly about that sentiment that left such a bad taste in his mouth.
“Sounds like my flat back on 31st.”
Sirius groaned at the memory of Remus’ flat he had back in university. Sirius had spent the first eight months of his and Remus’ relationship begging him to move in with him and James; he’d already spent most nights there in Sirius’ bed anyways! But Remus was proud and argued with Sirius when he said as much.
”I hated when you lived there.” He grumbled, and Sirius pretended not to notice Remus’ eyebrow lift as he considered him.
“Yeah?” He asked as he turned back towards his potatoes with a muted grin. “So did I.”
slow burn poly!wolfstar Pretty Woman (1990) au: established wolfstar, escort!reader, side jegulily, eventual dorlene, trans Regulus, political heist-type situation, fraud for the greater good, depictions and descriptions of sex-work, hurt/comfort, some angst, happy ending
warnings: this fic deals with sex-work as well as the stigma's surrounding it, power-imbalances, concepts of sexual exploitation, men who are kind of gross, sugar babe dynamics, found family, and there may be more. while this fic isn't inherently explicit, there will be mature themes and may eventually have explicit parts. you are responsible for the content you consume, and viewer discretion is advised!
divorced!art who has nobody and nowhere. lives in a hotel off the highway and stares at the ceilings at night. how the fan whirs and the lamp wobbles as the people next door come and go, come and go.
art really has nothing to do. and during a low moment, full of desperation and loneliness and broken sobs—he calls an escort service.
he pays over the phone and the woman on the other side runs the payment, the phone pressed against her ear and the cradle in her shoulder.
“someone’s antsy.”
art sighs. berates himself for seeming so fucking needy. is that why he’s divorced?
“maybe so.” and then he hangs up.
thirty five minutes later, a knock on the door. two sharp bangs, the flat of a palm. a jangle of keys and the thick strap of a purse.
he opens the door and there you are. red lipstick and eyeliner and a short, short skirt. impossibly high thigh high stockings.
art lets you in. he’s wearing nice pants and a button up shirt but you can tell he didn’t have on such nice clothes before this. the clothing is much too pristine, crinkly as he pours you a drink.
you’re supposed to get a feel for what he wants. that’s what your job description is, more than anything. not necessarily the touching, stroking, kissing. fucking.
he shakes your hand, awkwardly. a soft grip, like you’re a fragile doll. but you grip him harder and he says,
“i’m art.”
you give him your name. the fake one you’re supposed to use. he says it’s a beautiful name and you sigh and sit on his lap. throw your arms over his shoulders.
“you’re strong.” you feel his shoulders; they’re broad and hard under your fingertips and he likes how your hands dig into him. you figure, this is what he needs. “do you work out?” he needs to feel masculine, and therefore good, needed.
his hand hovers over yours and he sighs at the pressure. how you adjust in his lap. his pants are scratchy.
“i play tennis. taking a little bit of a break from practicing at the moment.”
his voice is so feeble.
“if you’re so strong—why are you seeming so weak?” you ask. you run your thumb over his cheekbone, his cupid’s bow, his bottom lip. his eyes close.
“that’s a good question.”
he’s hard underneath you; he has been since you sat in his lap. your thigh highs have rolled down just a tad and art hasn’t even noticed that the skin there is pebbled with goosebumps because he’s only looking at your face.
“and most men by now—“ you take his wrist and place it on your inner thigh. “would be fucking me right now. but you’re not. why?”
art’s thumb rubs a small circle on your inner thigh and you spread them for him. your skirt rides up and art can see your panties. they’re not what he expects. pink and cotton, as if from a pack at the grocery store.
“because i thought we’d talk first.”
you rock your hips back and forth on his erection. “you thought we’d talk first? i can do that.”
art moans, breathily. you almost can’t hear him. but he’s silent otherwise.
“what do you want to talk about?” your hips move again, and art plants one hand on each of your thighs. feels the warm skin, where the hem of your panties squishes the flesh. you look down, and then up at him again.
“i’m lonely.” he feels a pang of regret but then he sees the genuine empathy in your face. it pours out of you. you’re much younger than him, but he feels taken care of.
“i’m lonely.”
“most everyone is.” you pop the buckle of his belt. quietly move the leather through and art grabs your hand to stop you.
“i’m lonely and it scares me.” he undoes the first few buttons of his shirt, but then he stops.
“but i’m right here.” you tell him, a promise in the shell of his ear. “so you’re not lonely. not right now.”
art smiles. it’s lopsided but you see a boyishness come out of him for that second.
“so you don’t want me to touch you?” it wouldn’t be all that uncommon. but it would be the first time you’d feel disappointment from it.
he shakes his head and pulls your legs closer, so you’re all the way on his lap. all the way his, for the time being.
“i’d rather touch you. if that’s okay.”
usually it wouldn’t be okay. it wasn’t a rule on paper but in your mind, you didn’t want clients to touch you. you didn’t want to blur lines and involve the sappy feelings that come from stuff like that. you’d never let a client make you cum. you’ve never had to worry about that.
but art looks at you like he needs it.
“yes. that’s okay.”
art picks you up. he sets you further back on the bed, against his pillows. perfectly fluffed against the headboard. and he admires you. it makes you grow hot, uncomfortably aroused. he pushes your legs apart, and your skirt gathers around your waist. you cover yourself with your arms, suddenly embarrassed from the intensity of his gaze. he kisses your ankle.
“don’t cover yourself. i have to admire you.”
have to.
“okay.” you spread yourself out more.
“take off your shirt, please.”
you pull it over your head and it musses your hair up. you aren’t wearing a bra and your nipples grow hard. the room is cold, but you’re both covered in a sheath of sweat.
“touch yourself.”
“where?” your fingers play with the waistband of your panties.
“wherever you want.”
you rub over your tits, down your torso. spread your legs a little more. and art watches with a tilted head and his mouth ajar.
he draws in a breath.
“push your panties to the side.” art can see a wet spot forming, and he wonders what you think of him. if you think he’s as alluring as you are to him. maybe you’re wet because you’re really attracted to him.
you maintain eye contact with him and do as he says. art lurches forward on the bed, laying on his stomach.
“can i touch you—“ art looks up at you and his lips are close to your cunt and you’re nodding before he even finishes. “here?” he runs his middle fingers through your folds and feels how soaked you are.
“do you like that? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. you can be honest with me. you should be.” art retracts his hand.
you don’t know whether to shake your head, to say no i’m not uncomfortable. or to nod it fervently. tell him please, touch me.
“please, touch me.” you sound more desperate than you mean to, but art likes it. it shows you really aren’t lying. unless you are.
art leans into your spread thighs and you feel each breath as it escapes him.
“i can touch you with my fingers if you’d like that.” he suggests. “or with my mouth.”
you never let your clients be intimate with you like this. but you need it now.
“your m-mouth.” the words stumble but art listens.
his tongue licks a fat stripe up your folds. he’s more forceful now, keeping your legs spread although they want so badly to clamp shut. to trap him there, his tongue inside you. like you caught him.
your hips swivel up and down and you ride his tongue, pointed and sharp against your clit. you’re so sensitive and so wet but art spits on you again and again. rubs it into you to make himself a part of your anatomy. and you feel like you could cum just by looking at him. slick on his face—he’s shining with you. tongue dripping all his spit on you like he needs you to just take it all. and he kisses your clit sweetly before he sucks it in his mouth.
you’re going to cum, you tell him. and you should stop this before it goes to far but art holds onto you tighter and eats you harder and you cum on his tongue. he swallows it like a token. you should really go, your time here is up. but you pull him by his hair so you can have his mouth. so you can finally taste him, even though right now, he is you. you kiss him for awhile, messy and intoxicated and then you say you have to go.
you lean on the bed post while you put your heels on and pull your skirt down. and you leave without getting the money even though art had it ready to go for you, smoothed out on the table. a business card falls out of your purse; you advertise yourself as a masseuse.
and there your name is, in bold black print, fake.
and as soon as the door closes, art searches you up. sixteen tabs. he’ll find you, because he needs to have you again. and you left, because you can never see him again.
