The Escort
Caroline is a high-end call girl. Klaus is a man in need of an escort. - Klaroline. A 5-shot short series, based on my tumblr drabbles. AH/AU
"Wear the garters." Madame said looking Caroline up and down.
"And no bra. He hates bras." Caroline shifted awkwardly. It was a weird request, but she gave it no further thought.
She did what she was told.
She quickly removed her bra and tossed in on the floor.
The long satin evening gown that Caroline wore oozed sex. She knew when she walked into the gala, every eye would be on her and her alone.
"You will be staying at the Ritz following the event." She informed Caroline. "I will pay you half now and half later." Madame pulled out a stack of hundreds.
Caroline's eyes bugged at the amount in her hand. She never had such a high end client.
"I want you to reel this one in, Caroline. He offered three times the amount you're usually offered. He likes you."
Caroline blushed. She knew that the clientele chose their escorts. But Caroline had never been offered this much money.
"Don't forget to wear your bracelet." She reminded Caroline. "Only remove it if you're in danger. I don't care how big his wallet is. No one hurts my girls."
The limo pulled in between third and fourth street. The driver stepped out and opened the door for Caroline.
She stepped inside and allowed herself to get comfortable before she made contact with the mystery man.
She glanced up and her entire face turned crimson.
"You must be Caroline." The sound of his voice startled her.
It was deep and authoritative. A longing ache began to form low in her belly.
"I am." She said confidently. "But I'm afraid I have no idea who you are."
"Klaus Mikaelson." He extended his hand towards her. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Likewise." She told him. "I understand we have a gala to attend?" She tried to make small talk.
She didn't want him to notice her gawking at him.
"We do." He was short with her. "But for some reason I can't seem to concentrate on anything but your lips."
Caroline clients usually weren't this forward with her.
They tried to woo her before they bedded her. Klaus seemed to get straight to the point.
"I wonder if you taste as good as you look." His lips curled into a half grin.
Caroline felt the heat pool in between her legs. She could barely stay focused.
She gripped onto the leather seats tightly, her manicured nails creating a permanent indent.
"Pull the straps of your dress down." He commanded.
Without a thought Caroline complied, but she seemed to do it slower than usual.
She pulled both straps of her dress down to her waist revealing her breasts.
Klaus made no move towards her.
"Slide the entire dress off. Keep the garters and heels on."
Caroline's breath accelerated.
Why was she nervous? Caroline Forbes did not get nervous.
She did as she was told. She sat directly across from him completely exposed.
"Spread your legs for me" He told her.
Slowly she spread her legs. Klaus grew impatient and grabbed her by her knees finishing the job.
He pulled her to the edge of the seat. His face was now in full view of her sex.
"Now I will find out if you taste as good as you look."
His hands slid underneath her ass. He hoisted her up high enough for his mouth to come in contact with her.
He teased the outside of her black lace thong with his tongue.
Caroline's entire body melted.
"Please." She begged him. "More." She demanded.
"You taste so fucking amazing." He said in between strokes. "I'm going to make you come at least five more times tonight."
Caroline found her hands wrapped in his curls. She tugged on them lightly encouraging him to deepen his ministrations.
Klaus ripped her thong down the middle and bunched it in his hand. He then took the discarded material and stuffed it in his suit jacket.
"I'm keeping these." He told her.
Caroline didn't care. Right now she craved release.
His lips met her sex again. His tongue danced around her clit. The feeling was unlike anything she experience before.
In fact she never experienced anything like this from a client before.
They usually only cared about their own needs and never hers.
This one was different.
"Oh Klaus." She moaned feeling a familiar tightening in her lower abdomen.
He slipped two fingers inside of her causing her to reach her climax. Her body went spastic.
She rode out her orgasm in lengths she never knew existed.
Once she was finished, Klaus slowly lowered her back on the seat.
He reached in his other pocket, pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped the side of his mouth.
"You have about five minutes to get dressed love. We're almost there."
Caroline scrambled to dress. The orgasm literally threw her off the deep end.
She had no idea how she was going to survive the rest of the night.