Behind Closed Doors
Chapter Four
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"I have been waiting for this opera since I heard that the company was putting it on."
"Oh?" Garfield gave one of his most charming smiles and stroked the back of his client's hand, looking into her eyes as he tried to focus on her, and not let his mind wander. "I haven't even been to the opera before..."
Lies. Another client had taken him to the MET last month, but this particular repeat-client liked to think Garfield was innocent and inexperienced (except in bed of course - that was an entirely different world), and he played the role to a T. Whatever he could do to get a better tip from her, he did. After all, she had fairly deep pockets, considering they they were seated in a long-term, private box near the stage, and this was his job.
"So," Garfield began leaning on his armrest as he inched closer to her, so that she could smell the scent of his cologne and feel his breath on her skin. He was pulling out all the stops tonight, not that he was desperate for money, but it was nice to keep his mind occupied and not… on her. Biting back a frustrated groan, he pushed Raven from his mind before he could dwell on her for too long.
"What is the opera about then?"
"Carmen?" The middle-aged woman smiled and fingered the rubies dripping from her neck with a small smile. Her lips were painted a dark red, and the color did nothing for her complexion, but he pretended to be fascinated by it, letting his eyes linger of the color before looking back into her face.
"It's a story about lovers."
He somehow resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Weren't all operas about lovers in someway? Jilted lovers. Starcrossed lovers. Angry lovers. Weddings and marriages all over the place. Ugh. It was enough to make him sick. Garfield forced a slow, secretive smile and let his fingertips trail down the top of her thighs, feeling firm muscle under the velvet of her dress. "Lovers? Really? How fascinating… what kind of lovers?"
She gave a very girlish, inappropriate giggle and swatted at his hand with a black glove, as if teasing him. "You'll see."
"I can't wait…" He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips with a smile, nipping gently at her thumb. The lights dimmed and the crowd grew silent as the performance started. Garfield's client pulled her hand back from his grasp as she began to watch the show with rapt attention. He chuckled to himself and leaned back in the chair, staring at the stage with bored, fake interest. This must have been the third time he saw this show, and it never got any more interesting.
Oh well. He only had to be here for a little bit longer, and then he had his late-night client (she was fairly quick with him anyway), and then he could-
Garfield felt his leg buzz rhythmically, jerking his attention from the opera and his thoughts. That was his personal cell phone. Who in the world would be texting him now? Glancing at his client to make sure she was still engrossed with the show, he pulled out his phone and discretely checked his messages.
He swallowed hard at the name flashing across his screen:
Raven.
How much do you charge for sexting?
His heart tightened as his breath seemed to leave his lungs. For a long minute he just stared at that single message, trying to decipher it as if it were come foreign, unknown language. Was… was she asking? About him sexting her? He had never done anything like that before in his career. Sure, he had sent out casual, flirtatious texts to clients before, but nothing raunchy and explicit. Well, it's not as if he couldn't fake his way through it, he had enough experience in bed to know what most women anyway.
His fingers hovered over the screen, wondering if he should even charge her. He wanted to sext her, to think about her reading dirty, little messages and purring at the sight. He wanted to think about her getting excited thinking about him. It was not a chore, and not part of his job, he wanted it, and he didn't want to charge her for it. But if he didn't charge her, she wouldn't let him… service her.
Ugh. This girl was complicated beyond belief.
30 an hour. He sent the message and waited patiently, his heart pounding against his ribs like a drum. It felt like an eternity before his phone buzzed again.
Agreed. I'll include it next time I see you, or do you want me to mail it right to your office?
Not on her life. If the agency knew he was working a side job while with another client, they would have his head. I'll pick it up next time, Raven. Don't worry about it. He gave a sideways glance at his client, who was still engrossed in the opera, oblivious to Garfield's quiet texts. What are you thinking about?
I'm working on a paper in regards to turn of the century erotic literature. What do you think I'm thinking about?
He bit his lip to keep from thinking about her in her worn leggings and oversized sweatshirt, her hair pulled up into that messy bun on the top of her head, glasses sliding down her nose as she chewed on the end of her pencil. That outfit he first saw her in three weeks ago. It was so innocent, but not innocent enough to stray him from the path of admiring her gorgeous body. Garfield shivered and stared down into his phone, this was adding up to disaster, but he just couldn't stop.
His fingers flew across the keyboard. Are you thinking about corsets… because I am now. He could imagine her smile on the other end, her hand fidgeting in her hair as she quickly responded to his message.
Imagining me in a corset? I'm thinking more about what you would do to me if I wore a corset.
He'd practically worship her body, that's what he would do. If you wore a corset? I would slowly unlace it, one loop at a time until it fell off your body, leaving you naked in front of me.
And then?
And then I'd run my fingertips over your skin. Inch by inch. He chewed on his lip again, eyes darting over to his client. And then I'd play with those gorgeous breasts of yours - teasing your nipples.
Suck on my nipples.
It was a command, not a request. He smiled, lifting an eyebrow in silent agreement. Whatever you want. I'd feast on your breasts if that was that you wanted.
It's exactly what I want. I want you to suck on my nipples, and I want your fingers inside me.
Not yet… I'd much rather tease you slowly. He chewed on his lip, biting back an excited smile. Small, easy strokes over that beautiful pussy, teasing your clit with perfect even circles. One. Two. Three. Over and over until you're begging me to let you come.
I'm getting so wet.
His thoughts faltered and he couldn't help but ask, his fingers shaking as he typed out the message. Like, right now?
Yeah. I'm fingering myself to these texts, so don't let me down. God, it feels so good.
She was… oh god. The thought of her head bent back in wild abandon as she pushed her fingers in and out of her body made him want to explode all on his own. Garfield looked down in his lap to see his erection straining against his pants. He was this hard already? Jesus, what was she doing to him?
He shifted in the seat, looking from the show to the phone to his client and back again. It was too much to handle all together, the fantasy of her body and the idea that she was so entranced with their conversation that she was fingering herself. He wasn't sure how much longer he could endure this. God, he hadn't felt his painfully aroused in years… should he… indulge?
His cock jumped at the thought.
Yes. Yes he should. Swallowing hard, he leaned over to his client.
"Clarice, I have an agency call I have to take. I'm so sorry," he lied easily, kissing up her neck to ease any sour thoughts at losing her arm candy for a moment. "I'll be gone for about twenty minutes… but I'll give you an extra hour for the inconvenience. How about that?"
She smiled at that prospect and shooed him out of her box, clicking her tongue. Garfield practically leapt from the box and ran into the deserted hallway, trying to find the private bathroom as quickly as he could. He was already so close to the edge, if he didn't find a place soon, he really would break apart.
With a grin he stepped inside the small, private bathroom and locked the door, carefully undressing. Normally he wouldn't bother with his clothes, but he had to keep his suit clean, and he could not afford to mess it up. Not when he had a full night of clients. He couldn't believe he was doing this here, and with another client just steps away from him. Jesus, he could get fired if the agency found out…
But that didn't matter right now.
All that mattered was easing this endless ache inside him, even if it was for a moment.
After he hand folded his clothes into a neat pile, he plopped down on a chair and grabbed his erection in one hand, sliding his thumb over the head. His body jumped at the touch and he groaned. It had been so long since he last masturbated, that this felt… foreign. But certainly not unwanted.
Imagine that I'm on my knees in front of you, sliding my tongue back and forth over your body. He closed his eyes and licked his lips, thinking about her fingers buried in her own body. Mimic that movement with your fingers. Pause. How does it feel?
Like heaven.
Yeah? He looked down at his cock, jerking under his own touch. Where are you right now? On your bed?
At the library.
Holy shit. Garfield was pretty bold, but she was… well, a different shade of bold. He smiled and stared down at his phone in excitement, his breath coming in short gasps. Reading those erotic novels got you that turned on?
I wouldn't have texted if I didn't need it.
He could practically hear the mirth inside her.
What are you doing to me now?
I'm still tasting you like dessert, enjoying your sweet flavor. His hand began to speed up as his stomach clenched, fire running through his veins. Was he that close to coming already? Jesus. He was a fucking high-paid escort, he should have lasted longer than just a few minutes. I stand up and bend you over the table, lifting your skirt.
In his mind, he imagined the sight of her at the library table, her fingers buried between her legs as her cheeks flushed. Her eyes would be bright and wild as she hunted for that moment of release, soft little mewls escaping her throat mingled with curses. She would be trying not to get caught, but secretly wanted someone to see her in the moment of wild abandon.
I'm gonna come soon. Don't stop.
He smiled, yeah. He was going to come soon too. I fuck you relentlessly. Can you feel my cock inside you? My body is yours and yours alone.
Ugh… yes…
I'm fucking you so hard right now, imagine it. Imagine the way I feel and my hands all over your body. Imagine your knees knocking into the table as I just fuck you without remorse.
Yes.
It was too much. The desire, the images, his imagination running wild. It was just too much.
Gasping for breath, Garfield felt his body tighten as he looked down at his cock, shaking under his ministrations as his body trembled and vibrated against the sensations. He listened to the raspy sound of his gasps and his grunts as his essence spilled out of his body and onto his hand. His head fell back against his shoulders and he stared at the ceiling, trying to hold onto his sanity for just a little bit longer. What had he let himself do?
His phone buzzed and he looked down at it.
Mmm… worth every dollar, Gar.
Worth…
Right. He was just an escort to her.
His hand wrapped around his phone tight enough to break it. He didn't want that - not from her. Biting his tongue, he typed in a smiley face and moved to clean himself off. Is this what he had become? Sneaking off at masturbating during an appointment…? He clenched his teeth together and redressed in silence, seriously debating on what he was going to do. He couldn't keep this up… not anymore. Not like this.
We're still on for next week right?
He stared at her text and sighed, the blackness blossoming in the pit of his stomach. No. We are not on for next week because I am falling in love with you and you are not making this easy, Raven. I have to let you go or I am going to fall madly in love with you and then what are we going to do? I'm a fucking ESCORT.
He stared at that message, his thumb hovering over the send button, trembling. With a sigh, his head fell back against his shoulders and he deleted the text, forcing his hands to type out the words he needed to say to her, not the ones hiding in his heart.
Yes. Thursday at 9:00 PM. Do you need help with your chemistry homework?
Ha ha. No. I'll see you then.
Silence.
What in the world was he doing?
And how was he going to stop?
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Just because I've gotten a lot of reviews about it lately:
Yes, this is a BBRae story.
Yes there are going to be other Raven and [Blank] pairings. (It's an Escort AU, after all.)
No, I am not going to stop that.
Yes, I will absolutely mark which chapters are NOT BBRae. (If it is not marked, assume BBRae)
It's not necessary to read every chapter, so you can skip over the pairings you don't like.
But I always urge people to poke around in different ships.
If this comes off as harsh, I don't mean it at all. I just want everyone to remember that I am a multi-shipper, and many of these chapters came as prompts to from Tumblr from a lot of different people with a lot of different OTPs. I promise to be perfectly accommodatingfor all mono-shippers (I, too, used to be one of you). I want everyone to have a good time, regardless of pairings.
You guys are absolutely awesome, have fun no matter what is going on. Thanks so much, friends.
