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I liked to fuck, simple as that, but I wouldn't classify myself as the "normal" whore. Yeah, sure, I was getting paid to satisfy men's sexual needs and whatever else they needed my services for. But, I did my job with class and with the saying "what you see is what you get" that's what I offered.
Finally, satisfied by what I'm seeing in the mirror, I pull my thong up my legs and tied my hair up into a loose bun, a few strands sliding loose around the back of my neck.
Most clients preferred my hair down, finding it easier to grab onto, while others liked the sight of a woman's hair properly fitted around her head so they could get a better astonishment of her neck.
I didn't mind necessarily, but if I had the option, I'd choose to let it loose.
Grabbing my clutch, I tucked it under my arm and nodded at Mike-the doorman on my way to catch the cab already parked on the curb. Mike's hungry stare always made me feel uneasy and cramped. I told the driver to drop me off at the Red Lobster on Main Street, folding a five between my index and middle finger to slide through the crack the window had made.
Lauren, my boss, never looked up from her iPhone when I met up with her, sliding into the booth across from her.
"Well, looks like you've made it on time."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Lauren. When was the last time I was late?"
The tip of her eyes breached up under her lashes, her stare intent but with purpose. "Uh, twice in the last week."
"Only because I was with a regular," I added.
Lauren had started the business when she was in her early twenties, being an early escort made up for the life of poverty she led around fifteen. Her parents separated when she was around ten and she couldn't find anyone to take her under their wing, so she started prostituting. I had the utmost respect for her, even if she was a bitch.
"Well, about that, I have some news."
My eyebrow raised, I couldn't deny the sudden interest in the tone of her voice.
"Yes?"
She took a sip from the water on the napkin, her eyes following her hand to place it back on the wet surface rim of the table. Lauren cleared her throat, tucking her hands underneath the table into her lap before glancing up at me once again.
"His name is Edward Masen Jr. Father owns his own stock company, location in Seattle. He's rich, good looking, knows what he wants. I have his folder, in case you want to look over anything I've missed."
I couldn't deny that I've heard his name before, he was one of the—if not the richest man in Seattle. Following his father's footsteps at a young age, he was the world's most eligible bachelor and I was the lucky girl established. A smirk pulled on the corners of my lips, his arrogance I liked.
"No, that won't be necessary, Lauren. When does he want my services?" I asked, lifting my chin to set it on my hand.
Our waiter came back with our food, leaving us to mingle, a quick flick of her wrist and the manila folder was in view. I took it carefully, opening it up to inspect the documents inside: Edward's background check, preferences, and the amount he's paying me for. Holy shit.
"He owns a residence on the beach near La Push. It's a beach home, six miles from the nearest hardware store. I know you don't have a problem with that?" She said her statement turning into a question near the end.
I shook my head, taking a small bite of my salad. "Not at all Lauren. Does he want me to begin tomorrow?"
She nodded without an answer.
A blanket of silence began between us, nothing out of the ordinary for Lauren. We paid our checks, said our good-bye and I headed home. Tomorrow, I'd meet the arrogance of Mr. Masen and anything else he'd love to offer. With a smirk holding on my lips, I re-opened that manila folder.
Edward's beach house could have had an ego of its own. The garden was met with two rows of bushes winding around the outside gate, the roof slanted to an angle and the windows were rectangular in shape, adjacent from the door. His Aston Martin was parked in the corner beside the garage—Masen's personal toy. I smiled, finding the door and rang the bell a few times while I took a step back to give him space to open it.
Edward was beautiful up close; his hair stuck out to the corners, green eyes greeting you with a glow and his jaw met a very angular nose but not too large for this face. His grin grew wide, showing me its teeth.
"You must be Bella. Please, come in," he gestured with a sweep of his hand.
I followed him inside, being taken by how large the main foyer had been. The stairs wound up around the first floor and the kitchen—from what I could see, was tiled with a marble slab. Edward's hands were casually tucked in his slacks, a white dress shirt to fit with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
"Where would you like to being, Mr. Masen?"
A smirk played on his lips, followed by a quick flash of his teeth. That's a smile I can get used to.
"Well, I think we should talk business first, Bella."
He led me into the living area, gesturing for me to sit on his dark leathered couch. Having sex on his couch was going to be something I targeted during our affair. Edward came back with two cups of coffee, handing me the first and I thanked him.
"I'm sure Lauren has given you the blow by blow about my services, so I don't need to explain them. But, I'll do anything you ask unless it's crossed my boundaries," I stated, taking a small sip from the brew.
He nodded once, reclining his head to an angle while he analyzed my statement.
"Yes, she had. I won't push you into anything you're not comfortable with, but it's also my goal that you enjoy your time with me too, Bella. I wouldn't want a woman leaving here
unsatisfied by our relations." And, he flashed a smirk in my direction.
Lauren had been right, he knew what he wanted and I liked that. Not many clients take the time to appreciate what I offer, let alone ask what I like in bed.
I smiled, genuinely before replying, "We wouldn't want that now, would we?"
Edward shook his head from left to right, his smile never leaving those lips. Our business deal had come to an agreement and he wanted my services for the night. I agreed, without hesitation. Who would deny a rich, powerful C.E.O, good looking man? I wasn't going to cause a riot.
He toured me around his beach house, allowing me to get used to the environment we'd be coming accustomed too. Edward wouldn't mix business with pleasure at his permanent residence, so I didn't have the urge to ask why. Personal stays personal. No questions asked. That's the rules Lauren went by, it's the rules I went by.
"You're house is lovely, Mr. Masen. But, I think we both know that's not why you brought me up here for this tour," I cooed, using my hands to gently tap on his chest so he could sit down on the love seat stationed beside the window.
Edward's gaze grew hungry and alert, his bottom lip pulled against his teeth and his hands stayed curled up against the seat's arms rests. He adverted those green eyes from the polished toes to my thighs, meeting my breasts. I tugged at the lose edge of my shirt, pulling it up through my arms and around my head, making a rest at my ankles.
Finding my panties, tugging them down, I flicked my wrist so they could meet the rest of my clothing. The gaze he held on my body grew tempting with a lustful stare, his head crouched back to have a better glance at my face. His fingers reached out to touch me, finding my thighs, pulling me between his already spread legs.
"You have a beautiful body, Bella," he whispered.
"You don't expect me to be too full, now don't you?" I smirked at my remark.
He nodded once, focusing on the bare texture of my pussy, his fingers flicking out towards the flat plans of my inner thighs and I moaned softly. Honestly, the way his hands were caressing me, there was no need to be silent.
"I want you bent over the edge of my bed, spread for me," his hoarse voice purred.
I couldn't deny how aroused I was, seeming perfect for the actions he was making on his erection tucked beneath his slacks. Obliging to his request, I placed my hands flat on the duvet and pleated my head between my shoulders. His feet shuffled across the room to me, kicking them off before he reached me completely. Edward took in a breath of air when he finally caught glimpse of my arouse, humming in appreciation.
"Are you wet for me, Bella?"
I bit the bottom of my lip, nodding to his question while I felt the back of his left hand soothe the flesh around my left ass cheek. Hearing the metal colliding with his belt, I knew he was either going to fuck me while I stood in this position, or masturbate to whatever he had shoved up his sleeve. Either way, I was going to combust.
A swat came across my ass, flinching at the slight sting it caused, but it was stimulating. He growled deep within his chest, palming the red mark I now had across the flesh and he kissed it chastely. I jerked, obviously turned on by his actions and he seemed to have enjoyed that because he chuckled jauntily.
"I'm going to fuck you now, Bella. I want you to stay in this position and cum when I tell you to, do you understand?" His voice purred through my ears, down my thighs and straight to my already aroused state.
"Yes, Mr. Masen."
I could hear the foil being ripped from the condom package, his slight hiss caused another wave of sensations through me and I whimpered from the tease. He chuckled again, tapping the corner of my ass before pulling my hips towards him. Edward's breath cruised across my spine, his chaste kisses making up for the slap earlier.
Feeling the bed sink from him now kneeling beside my legs, I glanced over my shoulder to find his green eyes staring harshly at my gaze. I closed my eyes, focusing back on my ordered position while he took the time to brush his fingers across my clit and I mewled.
"You are wet for me."
His hands grazed the sides of my ribs, finding their home at my hips and he made that first plunge inside me. That first feeling of his size caused me to take a large breath of air and let it out with a quiet moan. Edward's hips gently tapped my ass each time he'd move back inside me, withdrawing his cock again and would use my hips to adjust his speed.
The sounds of his pleasure increased in volume, his grip firmly planted on my hips, causing indentations to be left later. He panted above me, his grunts followed in time with his thrusts, causing the friction on my clit to crucify. A yelp escaped me, my hands finding the bed sheets in relief, while he continued to pound my pussy. If this was what sex was to be like each time he called for my service, then I would have no interjection of it at all.
My walls began to constrict around him, knowing I was close; he adjusted his hand to my shoulder and gave his hips a few last pumps before reaching his edge. I allowed another groan to stifle from my chest, that burning sensation deep in my stomach, the coil ready to release. I curled my fingers deeper into his satin sheets, and with the last flick of my clit his finger had made, I came undone before him.
"Thank you, Bella. That was quite the welcome," he elucidated.
Cleaning himself up, he patted the right side of my ass so I could follow the same and I searched our remains for my clothing. Edward slid his slacks back into place, finding his shirt shortly after and offered to escort me to the door. You fuck a girl and ask her to leave, what more classic way can it be?
"I'll certainly be calling you again, Bella."
"Please, do," I smiled my best.
Edward kissed my cheek softly, letting his lips ghost across my throat and I inhaled sharply. Another round was in his cards, but I was exhausted from the aftermath.
"Goodbye," he whispered.
"It's been fun, Masen," I replied, stepping out the door.