looking. He drops the cigar in his hand on the floor and stamps on it. “He could work.” He says to the first guy. “Cougars will eat him up.”
The first guy hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “I’m Thor.” He holds out his hand. “This is Xavier.”
“Kaden.” I say, still suspicious.
Thor blows out a slow stream of smoke and reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, holding the cigar between his lips as he does. Extending his hand, he offers me a card. I take it, reading the lettering on the front. “Recherché.” I say the word out loud. I turn it over and there’s simply a number.
“I can make you more money than you can possibly dream of kid. Call me.” And just like that he turns and disappears. What the hell?
One year later
Victoria’s eyes fix on my crotch and a spark flashes through her eyes.
“Strip for me, Kaden.” Her voice is low and husky. She gets up from the bed and goes to the iPod dock in the corner. Her black dress clings to her thighs and outlines her frame. She’s a forty something widow with curves for days. She kind of has the whole Marilyn Monroe thing going on, but older.
She presses something and music fills the room. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Pony? Really?”
She smiles, and clasps her hands together in front of her as she approaches me. “Oh, indulge me.” She reaches out and releases the top button of my shirt playfully. “Do a little magic for me.”
I sigh and offer her a smirk that has her eyes focusing on my lips. I roll my hips on the beat of the music and reach for the next button on my shirt. She backs up and lays on the bed, pushing up on her elbows. I tease her, watching the anticipation build on her face as I move from one button to the next. When my shirt falls open her eyes light up, crawling over my abs like she’s a woman starved.
Before I met Thor I always just saw sex and sexuality as a bonus. Women love me and I love them in return…for a night at least. Thor showed me that sex is power, and certain women will pay good money for that, because to conquer someone who has that kind of power, brings it’s own rush. I don’t pretend to fully understand it, but I’ll take whatever this face brings me for right now.
When I’m standing in just my boxers she crooks her finger at me and I move forward. Sitting up, she slides her fingers just beneath the elastic of my boxers, biting her lips as she teases back and forth. I grip the nape of her neck and pull her towards me until her face is level with my stomach. She gasps, and her breath blows over my abs, her hands gripping my thighs for support. I watch as her eyes climb the length of my body until they hit mine. She stares at me as she slowly sticks her tongue out and swipes a wet trail right up the middle of my abs. My muscles tense in response and my dick twitches. Her fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers and she pulls them down, exposing my hard cock. She doesn’t even give me a chance to step out of the material before she dives for me, swallowing my cock in one go. Holy fucking fuck! I’ve screwed my fair share of girls my own age, and I’ve never complained, but damn, there’s something to be said for an older woman, the way they take what they want without apology and aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. In the year since I’ve become an escort, I feel like I’ve had a re-education on the definition of good when it comes to sex. Victoria’s hand fists the base of my dick hard as her lips go to town. She treats my dick like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and damn, it’s fucking me up. I grab a handful of her hair and thrust forward into her face just as she pushes down on me. I let out a groan when I hit the back of her throat and she gags a little, following it up with a moan. She reaches her free hand between her legs and starts playing with herself. Victoria is one of those heaven fucking sent women who gets off on
The first guy hasn’t taken his eyes off me. “I’m Thor.” He holds out his hand. “This is Xavier.”
“Kaden.” I say, still suspicious.
Thor blows out a slow stream of smoke and reaches into the inside pocket of his jacket, holding the cigar between his lips as he does. Extending his hand, he offers me a card. I take it, reading the lettering on the front. “Recherché.” I say the word out loud. I turn it over and there’s simply a number.
“I can make you more money than you can possibly dream of kid. Call me.” And just like that he turns and disappears. What the hell?
One year later
Victoria’s eyes fix on my crotch and a spark flashes through her eyes.
“Strip for me, Kaden.” Her voice is low and husky. She gets up from the bed and goes to the iPod dock in the corner. Her black dress clings to her thighs and outlines her frame. She’s a forty something widow with curves for days. She kind of has the whole Marilyn Monroe thing going on, but older.
She presses something and music fills the room. I raise my eyebrows at her. “Pony? Really?”
She smiles, and clasps her hands together in front of her as she approaches me. “Oh, indulge me.” She reaches out and releases the top button of my shirt playfully. “Do a little magic for me.”
I sigh and offer her a smirk that has her eyes focusing on my lips. I roll my hips on the beat of the music and reach for the next button on my shirt. She backs up and lays on the bed, pushing up on her elbows. I tease her, watching the anticipation build on her face as I move from one button to the next. When my shirt falls open her eyes light up, crawling over my abs like she’s a woman starved.
Before I met Thor I always just saw sex and sexuality as a bonus. Women love me and I love them in return…for a night at least. Thor showed me that sex is power, and certain women will pay good money for that, because to conquer someone who has that kind of power, brings it’s own rush. I don’t pretend to fully understand it, but I’ll take whatever this face brings me for right now.
When I’m standing in just my boxers she crooks her finger at me and I move forward. Sitting up, she slides her fingers just beneath the elastic of my boxers, biting her lips as she teases back and forth. I grip the nape of her neck and pull her towards me until her face is level with my stomach. She gasps, and her breath blows over my abs, her hands gripping my thighs for support. I watch as her eyes climb the length of my body until they hit mine. She stares at me as she slowly sticks her tongue out and swipes a wet trail right up the middle of my abs. My muscles tense in response and my dick twitches. Her fingers hook into the waistband of my boxers and she pulls them down, exposing my hard cock. She doesn’t even give me a chance to step out of the material before she dives for me, swallowing my cock in one go. Holy fucking fuck! I’ve screwed my fair share of girls my own age, and I’ve never complained, but damn, there’s something to be said for an older woman, the way they take what they want without apology and aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty. In the year since I’ve become an escort, I feel like I’ve had a re-education on the definition of good when it comes to sex. Victoria’s hand fists the base of my dick hard as her lips go to town. She treats my dick like it’s the most delicious thing she’s ever tasted, and damn, it’s fucking me up. I grab a handful of her hair and thrust forward into her face just as she pushes down on me. I let out a groan when I hit the back of her throat and she gags a little, following it up with a moan. She reaches her free hand between her legs and starts playing with herself. Victoria is one of those heaven fucking sent women who gets off on
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