Warning! Erotica!
Arthur's Other Woman
1.
~ The Point Man noticed his leg was jumping as he sat impatiently in his chair. He looked at his watch again. She was a little late. Not too late. Nothing that would prompt a phone call.
He fidgeted in his chair and tried to make his leg stop jumping. He had never done anything like this in his life. He thought for the hundredth time to call it off. This whole idea had been ridiculous. If anyone found out about what he was about to do...
He was pulled out of his thoughts by a soft knock on the door.
The Point Man took a deep breath and stood.
The same nervous trait of securing his suit made his hands flight over the smooth fabric. Smoothing out wrinkles that were not there. He took a few seconds to make sure he was presentable and in that time, he calmed his nerves.
He walked confidently to the door and opened it.
A woman he had never seen before was standing there. She looked elegant in a simple black dress.
"Are you Arthur?" she asked.
The Point Man nodded. His face flushed.
"I'm sorry I'm late." She said soothingly. A large black purse on one shoulder. "My taxi driver wasn't sure where this hotel was."
"It's alright." The Point Man said. "This place is a little out of the way."
She didn't move as they stood on the doorway. The Point Man looking over his guest for the evening. His manners leaving him.
"May I come in?" She prompted.
"Oh. Yes of course!" He stammered and stood aside.
Her body was slender and graceful on her high heels. Her dress was an elegant garment that draped over her body nicely.
The Point Man closed and locked the door behind him. He felt nervous again.
"I've never done this before. What should I call you?" He asked. He wanted to fidget again. It took all his steel to keep his hands in his pockets.
His guest was beautiful. She was everything he had asked for. Her hair was dark and wrapped beautifully in a bun. Her eyes were a deep brown and coated in thick eyeliner.
He normally didn't care for girls with a lot of make up, but he was pulled to the dramatic look of his guest.
"If you feel you have to call me something, you can call me Eden." She said as she sat her large black purse on the luggage caddy by the bed.
"Is that your name?" Arthur asked.
His guest looked at him humorously.
"No. Of course it's not." He laughed at himself.
He felt embarrassed as 'Eden' was smiling at him.
"What's in the bag?" He asked. He wondered if a woman like her carried certain items related to her profession in that bag. His mind racing over what those items might be.
"Change of clothes." She said simply. "For in the morning."
"Oh, right." He said feeling foolish.
He looked around the room and spotted the service tray.
"Would you like something to drink?" He asked.
"Yes, thank you." Eden said and followed him to the table.
Arthur was normally very good at uncorking champagne and pouring. But his nerves were getting the best of him again. It took him a frustratingly long time to open the bottle and Eden looked bored.
"Sorry about that." he said as he poured her a glass. She sipped it casually.
"You know, you could pay me now. That would be a good way to get things started." Eden prompted.
"Right." Arthur said. He put his glass down and reached for his billfold. He pulled it out of his breast pocket and extracted ten, one thousand dollar bills.
Eden counted the money and quickly slipped it into her bag.
"So, do you have any rules?" Arthur said. His mouth feeling dry.
"I never kiss on the mouth. You can get herpes that way." Eden said. Her voice was easy and comfortable. "And I never do anything without a condom." She said handing him a small foil wrapped package.
"Just the one?" Arthur laughed. "I thought I had you for the night."
"I have more." Eden said with that easy smile of hers. She sipped more champagne and eyed him mischievously.
"You're very handsome." She commented. "Nothing like my usual clients."
Arthur smiled and felt a rush of heat come to his face. He didn't like to think about Eden's other clients.
"It's hard to believe someone like you has to call on someone like me." She mused as she went back to the bedroom and sat on the bed.
The Point Man followed her and sat in the same chair he had while waiting for his guest to arrive.
"There is a woman in my life." He admitted sadly.
"We don't have to talk about her, Darling." Eden assured him.
Arthur relaxed a little at this stranger calling him an endearment. Her voice was comforting and her face kind.
"No, it's alright." Arthur sighed. "Her name is Ariadne. We... we've had a lot of troubles."
Eden said nothing as he relaxed back into his chair. She showed she was interested in what he was saying.
"I guess it's normal. For feelings to change. We've been through so much." He said sadly.
Eden kicked off her shoes and listened to him quietly.
"I loved her. I still love her." Arthur whispered. His mind running over images of the Architect. Her face, her hair her body was haunting his mind.
He blinked, and Ariadne's ghost was gone.
He was alone in the room with Eden now. His guest was moving to him. She shifted off the bed and lazily crawled to him on her knees. Her pretty eyes never leaving his as her hands went to his pants.
"We don't have to talk about her." She whispered. "Let's just have a good time."