me.
“You gonna stay and watch, Cocoa?” Emil asked. “I wouldn’t mind one bit.”
Cocoa laughed coquettishly, her eyes flickering. “Maybe next time, sweetheart,” she said. “I’ll be close by, though.”
The threat was implicit, but I heard it for what it was. I wasn’t sure that Emil did, though. Cocoa left the room, pulling the door closed, and I was alone with the man. For the first time, my confidence faltered a bit. When I’d first come to New York, I felt like the city was my oyster and I was finding one pearl after another. I was open to each experience and made an adventure out of everything.
This adventure was very real and grittier than anything else I’d done. This was illegal, I knew. And yet here I was, breaking the law in Mama’s name, selling my body to Emil.
I had to admit to myself it was kind of exciting. This was just going to be my next adventure. If that was how I had to view it in order to be comfortable with it, then that was what I was going to do.
I smiled and cocked my head in what I hoped was a sexy pose before slowly stalking over to the bed.
“Emil,” I said, letting his name roll off my tongue. “I want you to tell me exactly what your expectations are.”
“I never have expectations,” he said. “I go into every situation open to anything.”
I was a little taken aback, but continued my slow walk to the bed. His philosophy sounded a little like someone I knew—mine.
“Well, I’m gonna tell you what I expect to happen,” I said, biting my finger before trailing it down my torso, over my breasts, and then down to the top of my panties, running it just inside the flimsy material before stopping just short of the bed and putting my hands on my hips.
With some satisfaction, I noted that Emil had followed my finger’s path very, very intently. I was happy that I’d painted my fingernails blue to match everything else. Putting on this new persona was exciting. Sandra felt more and more like someone I left in Tennessee, and Blue could be whomever she wanted.
“I desperately want to hear what you expect,” Emil said, focusing on me and nothing else. The bulge in his pants told me he was just as interested as he said he was.
“I expect us to have a beautiful night together,” I said. “That’s all that has to happen.”
“I think I can manage that,” he said, opening his arms to me. “Now, come here.”
I jumped lightly up and onto the bed, giggling as it squeaked mightily.
“I’m going to have to tell maintenance or someone to oil the springs,” I laughed. “Good lord.”
Emil laughed, too, and held me to him, me nearly naked against him, fully clothed. His silk shirt felt good against my bare skin. I put my nose against his neck and inhaled deeply. I could tell just from the smell of it that his cologne was expensive—probably more expensive than his shirt, even. I knew that Mama’s nightclub catered to those who could afford it. The drinks weren’t cheap, and neither were the girls. But it was still a shock to me that I was about to sleep with a very wealthy man. My previous New York trysts had all been successful in their own bohemian ways, but none of them were financially secure.
He exuded money, from the rings on his fingers as he caressed my milky skin, to the cut and color of his hair.
“Tell me,” I said softly but commandingly. “Have you ever done this kind of thing before, Emil?”
He shook his head, smiling. Each tooth was perfectly shaped and almost blindingly white. This was a man who took care of himself.
“I only recently found out about Mama’s nightclub,” he said. “Through a friend of mine. I must say, you’re the first woman I’ve paid to have the pleasure of knowing carnally.”
Even the way he spoke was wonderful. The way the words tumbled from between his lips, the rich timbre of his voice gave me chills.
“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I said. “You’re my very first.”
Emil raised
“You gonna stay and watch, Cocoa?” Emil asked. “I wouldn’t mind one bit.”
Cocoa laughed coquettishly, her eyes flickering. “Maybe next time, sweetheart,” she said. “I’ll be close by, though.”
The threat was implicit, but I heard it for what it was. I wasn’t sure that Emil did, though. Cocoa left the room, pulling the door closed, and I was alone with the man. For the first time, my confidence faltered a bit. When I’d first come to New York, I felt like the city was my oyster and I was finding one pearl after another. I was open to each experience and made an adventure out of everything.
This adventure was very real and grittier than anything else I’d done. This was illegal, I knew. And yet here I was, breaking the law in Mama’s name, selling my body to Emil.
I had to admit to myself it was kind of exciting. This was just going to be my next adventure. If that was how I had to view it in order to be comfortable with it, then that was what I was going to do.
I smiled and cocked my head in what I hoped was a sexy pose before slowly stalking over to the bed.
“Emil,” I said, letting his name roll off my tongue. “I want you to tell me exactly what your expectations are.”
“I never have expectations,” he said. “I go into every situation open to anything.”
I was a little taken aback, but continued my slow walk to the bed. His philosophy sounded a little like someone I knew—mine.
“Well, I’m gonna tell you what I expect to happen,” I said, biting my finger before trailing it down my torso, over my breasts, and then down to the top of my panties, running it just inside the flimsy material before stopping just short of the bed and putting my hands on my hips.
With some satisfaction, I noted that Emil had followed my finger’s path very, very intently. I was happy that I’d painted my fingernails blue to match everything else. Putting on this new persona was exciting. Sandra felt more and more like someone I left in Tennessee, and Blue could be whomever she wanted.
“I desperately want to hear what you expect,” Emil said, focusing on me and nothing else. The bulge in his pants told me he was just as interested as he said he was.
“I expect us to have a beautiful night together,” I said. “That’s all that has to happen.”
“I think I can manage that,” he said, opening his arms to me. “Now, come here.”
I jumped lightly up and onto the bed, giggling as it squeaked mightily.
“I’m going to have to tell maintenance or someone to oil the springs,” I laughed. “Good lord.”
Emil laughed, too, and held me to him, me nearly naked against him, fully clothed. His silk shirt felt good against my bare skin. I put my nose against his neck and inhaled deeply. I could tell just from the smell of it that his cologne was expensive—probably more expensive than his shirt, even. I knew that Mama’s nightclub catered to those who could afford it. The drinks weren’t cheap, and neither were the girls. But it was still a shock to me that I was about to sleep with a very wealthy man. My previous New York trysts had all been successful in their own bohemian ways, but none of them were financially secure.
He exuded money, from the rings on his fingers as he caressed my milky skin, to the cut and color of his hair.
“Tell me,” I said softly but commandingly. “Have you ever done this kind of thing before, Emil?”
He shook his head, smiling. Each tooth was perfectly shaped and almost blindingly white. This was a man who took care of himself.
“I only recently found out about Mama’s nightclub,” he said. “Through a friend of mine. I must say, you’re the first woman I’ve paid to have the pleasure of knowing carnally.”
Even the way he spoke was wonderful. The way the words tumbled from between his lips, the rich timbre of his voice gave me chills.
“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” I said. “You’re my very first.”
Emil raised
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