LISA
"L, come in." Mrs. Ashworth, the woman I've been visiting every other week for a year or so opens the door wider and gestures to the atrocious pink, velvet couch. By now, I've learned quite a bit about her. I know that she's married and in her fifties with two children. I know she has a hissy cat called Mr. Handsome, and I know she runs a successful business that has something to do with rental cars. She's bisexual, a little kinky and she loves shopping, red wine and mint chocolate chip ice cream. I also know her husband is on a business trip; he always is when she books me, and apparently, he turns a blind eye to whatever happens when he's away. God knows what he's up to himself; that's probably how they justify their infidelity to each other. Maybe this keeps them together, maybe it's driving them apart. Either way, it's not my problem to worry about.
"You look great," I say, casting an eye over her skimpy, purple dress. Too much bleach in her hair and too enhanced in the looks department, she's not really my type but it doesn't matter. I love sex and I love women and making them come hard has always given me a kick. With my lucrative side hustle, I can do that whenever I want without having to subject myself to the complex and frustrating world of dating and relationships and that's worked a treat for me so far. "Very hot."
"You charmer," she coos, and trots to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. Cindy Ashworth—she prefers me to call her Mrs. Ashworth—likes our routine, which starts with a glass of Châteauneuf-du-Pape and a bit of flirting before we have a bath together. Then she takes me to her bedroom where I'm in charge. I tie her up, tease her relentlessly, and then I fuck her with a strap-on until she's too tired to carry on. She's asked me to stay over many times, willing to pay me simply to hold her in her sleep, but I've never taken her up on that offer. Jackie expects me home just after midnight and even if she was available all night, I want to be home when Lily wakes up.
I take the glass of red from Mrs. Ashworth and drape my other hand over the couch's backrest so she can nestle herself in the crook of my arm. "How are you today?"
"Oh, you know…" She rubs her temple. "Really busy and stressed. The shareholders are on my case and Mr. Handsome had to go to the vet for his booster and then I couldn't find his vaccination card and…" She stops herself, pats my thigh and squeezes it. "Anyway, I just had to see you. I need to release some tension." Batting her fake lashes at me, her eyes lower to my lips. "You always have this amazing way of relaxing me and making me forget about everything."
"I'm glad I can be of help." And just because I know she wants to hear it, I add: "I've been looking forward to having my way with you."
"Mmm…" Mrs. Ashworth chuckles, and then Mr. Handsome jumps between us and hisses at me. "Did you hear that, Mr. Handsome? L0's going to make me feel good," she says, ignoring the fact that her cat's practically threatening to kill me. If someone were to sketch a caricature of Mrs. Ashworth, she would be a tall woman with big lips, high cheekbones, enormous boobs and an aggressive hairless cat permanently attached to her lap.
"I think he's jealous," I say, and cautiously hold out a finger for him to sniff. I love animals, but this one's always had it out for me, and when he hisses again, I quickly retract my hand.
"Nonsense. He's a sweetie pie," she says, stroking his head. "And so are you." She gestures to the bag I've placed next to the couch. "What goodies have you brought with you today?"
"If I told you that, it would ruin the surprise now, wouldn't it?"
"Mmm…" she says again, excitement visible in her gaze. "You know I like surprises." Her top lip is twice the size of her bottom lip, and she has the tendency to jut it out. The line of filler feels hard when I kiss her but it's not unpleasant, just different. Most female escorts don't kiss, but I shook off that rule on my first night. Throughout my life, I've kissed way more women than I see now on a regular basis, and if I kept everything sterile and clinical, my clients might as well use a vibrator. They want to feel a woman, the weight of a body draped over them. They want warmth and affection and admiration. They want someone who will treat them the way they deserve to be treated, and I can do that better than anyone else. I perk them up when they're down, and I give them something to look forward to. By the time I leave, they all have a smile on their face and that makes me happy in return.
I run my tongue over her lips and she moans softly. We kiss, deep, hard, wild. It doesn't make me feel much other than satisfaction when I hear her sounds of pleasure, and it doesn't turn me on but still, it's not unpleasant. My hand slides into the neckline of her dress to caress her breasts. Pinching her nipple, I smile against her lips when she moans loudly and shifts on the couch. I know she likes it, so I pinch harder until a guttural groan escapes her.
"Bad, bad girl," I whisper, bringing my mouth to her ear. "You're making too much noise. What if your husband comes home and hears us?" This is exactly what she wants me to say, and I can already feel her chest rising and falling rapidly against my hand.
"I'm sorry, I'll be quiet," she says. Soon, she'll do it again, though, just so I'll have a reason to punish her.
"Is your jacuzzi warm?" I gesture to the sliding back doors. We normally go to her en suite bathroom but the look in her eyes tells me she likes that I'm suggesting something different tonight.
"Uh-huh," she says through heavy breaths.
"Good. Because I've brought some new waterproof toys." I move back, so I can look her in the eyes. "But you'll have to be really quiet or the neighbors might hear you. Can you do that?"
Mrs. Ashworth nods eagerly and I get up and grab my bag to take it outside. It's a beautiful night, so why not enjoy it? The sky is streaked red when we reach the jacuzzi on the back patio, and a few lonely clouds drift dark against the crimson. Mrs. Ashworth doesn't have a sea view, but she does have a huge backyard with a pristine lawn that stretches far and wide behind the pool. Palm trees and tropical plants rise from every corner and there's a stylish bar next to the jacuzzi that could hold at least ten people. With a bunch of beautifully dressed people scattered around, it could easily pass for a scene from a Slim Aarons photograph, but tonight it's just her and me and the silence of an uninspiring, wealthy neighborhood. Opening my bag, I mentally prepare myself to give her the best night so far. I always strive to be the best.