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Authors: Radclyffe, Karin Kallmaker
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the client requests you?”
“It depends on the client.” I licked the surface of her lips which were tinged with the taste of alcohol.
“What if the escort requests you?”
She tilted the glass toward my lips and I sipped her drink. “None ever has.”
“Until now.”
Erica straddled my lap and wrapped one arm around my neck while she sipped her drink. At some point, she’d kicked off her heels, but I hadn’t noticed. She settled her ass on my thighs, swallowed the rest of her martini, and deposited the glass on the small tray above the adjoining seat. Then she hooked a finger around the knot of my tie and dragged it down until it hung in two thin black lines down my chest.
“I’m on vacation. Well, not really a vacation,” Erica amended. “A working holiday.”
“Working?”
“Not in the usual sense of the word,” she said with a smile as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. “There’s talk of a union and health benefits and other organizational details. I’m here to advocate, not see clients.”
I raised my shoulders and Erica pushed my shirt down my arms, but when I would have pulled my hands free of the still buttoned cuffs, she stopped me, leaving me with my arms tethered at my sides. The unexpected restriction caught me by surprise, and so did the quick pulse of excitement that shot through my body and coalesced between my legs.
“Do you mind?” Erica asked lazily as she kissed my jaw, then my neck. “I so very rarely have a chance to call the shots.”
“I’ll bet you’re always in charge,” I said, my breath coming fast as Erica played her fingers over my chest, “except…no one knows it.”
Laughing, she pushed her hips further back on my legs and curled forward to kiss the center of my chest. “It is possible, of course, to pretend to be led while really leading, but it’s so much more fun not to be in the closet about it.”
“I want you to have fun.”
She regarded me seriously while rolling my nipple between her fingers, very slowly and very hard until my stomach contracted and my hips raised off the leather bench. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Not nice.” I thrust my hips, hoping to bump my clit against her crotch. I ached for a little contact to diffuse the building pressure. “Pleasing women is what I need to make me come.”
“Maybe we’ll both try it differently tonight.”
She sucked my nipple, scraping her teeth around and around the edges until I was so wound up only the back of my head and thighs were still making contact with the seat beneath me. When she slipped one hand between us and squeezed my crotch, I shivered and jerked away.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, “but I’m not used to this.”
“You don’t like it?” She covered my breasts with her hands as she slid off my legs and knelt on the floor. I opened my thighs without her asking and she licked a warm, wet trail down the center of my stomach.
“I like it. I’m just, I can’t…I was afraid you might make me come. And I don’t usually…that way.”
She shook her head, obviously pleased, and unbuckled my belt. Again, without being asked, I lifted my hips and she pulled my clothes down until she could get in close between my thighs. She kissed my clit. “Of course you’re going to come.”
When she sucked me, I made a sound that didn’t sound like me at all. I didn’t want her to stop. I loved the way her lips closed around me, hot and incredibly soft. She probed and teased me with the tip of her tongue, a torture so sweet I closed my eyes and prayed she kept going. And then there was nothing except her mouth, her lips, her tongue, and a pleasure so deep I begged out loud for more. When she moaned, the vibration shot through me as if a switch had been thrown on an electric current. I ripped my hands free and gripped her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and wrenched her mouth away.
“Stop,” I groaned. “Too much.”
Stunned, she stared at me, her expression nearly
“It depends on the client.” I licked the surface of her lips which were tinged with the taste of alcohol.
“What if the escort requests you?”
She tilted the glass toward my lips and I sipped her drink. “None ever has.”
“Until now.”
Erica straddled my lap and wrapped one arm around my neck while she sipped her drink. At some point, she’d kicked off her heels, but I hadn’t noticed. She settled her ass on my thighs, swallowed the rest of her martini, and deposited the glass on the small tray above the adjoining seat. Then she hooked a finger around the knot of my tie and dragged it down until it hung in two thin black lines down my chest.
“I’m on vacation. Well, not really a vacation,” Erica amended. “A working holiday.”
“Working?”
“Not in the usual sense of the word,” she said with a smile as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. “There’s talk of a union and health benefits and other organizational details. I’m here to advocate, not see clients.”
I raised my shoulders and Erica pushed my shirt down my arms, but when I would have pulled my hands free of the still buttoned cuffs, she stopped me, leaving me with my arms tethered at my sides. The unexpected restriction caught me by surprise, and so did the quick pulse of excitement that shot through my body and coalesced between my legs.
“Do you mind?” Erica asked lazily as she kissed my jaw, then my neck. “I so very rarely have a chance to call the shots.”
“I’ll bet you’re always in charge,” I said, my breath coming fast as Erica played her fingers over my chest, “except…no one knows it.”
Laughing, she pushed her hips further back on my legs and curled forward to kiss the center of my chest. “It is possible, of course, to pretend to be led while really leading, but it’s so much more fun not to be in the closet about it.”
“I want you to have fun.”
She regarded me seriously while rolling my nipple between her fingers, very slowly and very hard until my stomach contracted and my hips raised off the leather bench. “That’s very nice of you.”
“Not nice.” I thrust my hips, hoping to bump my clit against her crotch. I ached for a little contact to diffuse the building pressure. “Pleasing women is what I need to make me come.”
“Maybe we’ll both try it differently tonight.”
She sucked my nipple, scraping her teeth around and around the edges until I was so wound up only the back of my head and thighs were still making contact with the seat beneath me. When she slipped one hand between us and squeezed my crotch, I shivered and jerked away.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped, “but I’m not used to this.”
“You don’t like it?” She covered my breasts with her hands as she slid off my legs and knelt on the floor. I opened my thighs without her asking and she licked a warm, wet trail down the center of my stomach.
“I like it. I’m just, I can’t…I was afraid you might make me come. And I don’t usually…that way.”
She shook her head, obviously pleased, and unbuckled my belt. Again, without being asked, I lifted my hips and she pulled my clothes down until she could get in close between my thighs. She kissed my clit. “Of course you’re going to come.”
When she sucked me, I made a sound that didn’t sound like me at all. I didn’t want her to stop. I loved the way her lips closed around me, hot and incredibly soft. She probed and teased me with the tip of her tongue, a torture so sweet I closed my eyes and prayed she kept going. And then there was nothing except her mouth, her lips, her tongue, and a pleasure so deep I begged out loud for more. When she moaned, the vibration shot through me as if a switch had been thrown on an electric current. I ripped my hands free and gripped her head, tangling my fingers in her hair, and wrenched her mouth away.
“Stop,” I groaned. “Too much.”
Stunned, she stared at me, her expression nearly
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