The Color of Sex Ch. 19-21

Candice said nothing as he held her. In time he rinsed the soap suds from them both, stepped out of the shower and pulled her back to his room, where she was wrapped up in a thick towel. He placed her on the bed and left her there.

She closed her eyes, but refused to fall asleep. Though he had shut the door, the walls were thin, and she knew Gregory was in the hallway. He was speaking on his cell phone and the words he was using would have made a sailor blush. There was no doubt in her mind he was chewing Ben out. A part of her wish he wouldn't. It would look badly for her - to be seen as a weak fuck. Another part though told her a surprise like tonight would never be allowed again.

In the morning, Candice woke up to the smell of bacon. She moaned softly rolled over and blinked. She was in her bedroom, under her covers and wearing a long white gown. Her thoughts drifted back to the night before. Vague memories darted back and forth through her mind. She remembered Gregory carrying her to his bed and then later he was pushing a couple pills down her throat. She choked on water and then felt as if she were floating. Obviously he had drugged her with something stronger than your typical over-the-counter medicine, carried her back to her room, and dressed her in one of her old nightgowns.

She looked at the white cotton number with the pink bow and laughed. Her mother had bought it for her last Christmas and she only wore it a couple times. It made Renee smile and she often said how it reminded her of when Candice was a little girl.

The cotton was comforting and so Candice left it on while she headed toward the aroma of breakfast that beckoned her growling tummy. She winced slightly and knew the pain of the bruising and the fucking from the night before was her price for her new found profession.

Gregory stood in the kitchen and turned over a couple of eggs. He looked back and smiled softly. She blushed, tucked some hair behind her ear and eased her butt onto the chair. She frowned as pain shot through her. Gregory turned away and waited until she was more comfortable.

"Thanks for breakfast," she said, after he placed a plate full of food in front of her.

"Candice."

"Please, don't," she told him. "Last night was a wakeup call for me. That's all. I was this close to having you step in," she said, lifting her fingers and pinching them close together. "But I didn't. I had to know my limits in the arms of someone I don't know. With Jon, he never pushed too hard. It was like he knew when to stop before it became too much. That guy, the guy from last night. I was a means to an end for him. I was the wife who wouldn't fuck him anymore."

"You don't have to... ," Gregory said. He was ready with a long drawn out speech, but was denied voicing it when she interrupted.

"Yes, Gregory. I do. It's my job and there's no denying now that I'm a whore. So I'll accept it and move on. It's just sex, nothing more, nothing less," she said and shoveled in a pile of eggs.

"Can I speak now?" he asked.

She nodded her head, but offered no apologies for her earlier interruptions.

"I called Ben and let him know last night how things went. He wasn't happy, but he wasn't surprised. He knew the guy was fucked up in the head. The plan to sell you out to him for the night had been one that came to him on the fly. I explained the bruises and the mistreatment. It bordered on rape and the only reason it wasn't is because you refused to tell him to stop. I think you were trying to do just what you admit to doing --- you were trying to prove to yourself that you could do it, and you did. But at what cost? Only you can decide that."

Candice took a drink of her beverage. "So what else did Ben say?"

"I told him that from this point on, there were no more surprises. That the guy from last night never comes near you again. I also told him, I needed a three hour notice so I can run my own background check. He wasn't happy about that, but I told him I wasn't only protecting you, but him too. I had deeper connections that would do a far better job in intel than his. Also, you are no longer to meet them at your apartment. I will bring you to them. The fact that last night's sick fuck knows where you live really pisses me off."

She nodded her head. "And he's okay with all that?"

"Yes, he is. I also negotiated you another five grand for your troubles."

"You did not," she said with a look of disbelief on her face.

He lifted a brow. "I told him for every bruise you received he forked over a grand, or I would personally come down to his office and deliver a few of my own."

"Ben really is a pansy, isn't he?" Candice whispered.

"Yes, he is. Jon though, he's going to be the one you need to watch yourself with."

Candice nodded her head. "He's ruthless in a whole different way," she admitted.

"Ben's in this for the thrill. He's a middle-aged idiot that's thinking with his cock and his wallet. Two things that should never be combined."

Candice laughed. "You know, when I first agreed to do this. I really thought it be fun. I'd have all the cock I wanted, and I do love cock," she said with a wink, "make some money, which I also love, and have a little black book to blackmail them with, if the need ever arose. I never really thought much farther than that."

"And now?"

"Now, after last night. I know I can't do this alone, and I'm glad you're here with me. I'm not quitting. I still want the money, but the way Ben is handling things---it just makes me wonder if this is going to be a short term arrangement, and not long term," Candice admitted.

She eyed Gregory and licked her lips. "There's more to this than you helping me out. What is it?' she asked. Candice read easily the disgust in Gregory's voice whenever he spoke of her employers, so she knew in her gut that there was more to Gregory's story than he'd led on.

Gregory frowned. "I had a run in with Jon years ago. I need to pay him back, seek a little revenge. Nothing for you to worry about though. My justice won't interfere with your safety. You have my word on that," he told her, before turning the conversation back to her. "I think you're waking up Candice. They didn't plan this through all the way, it may look like they did, but when you really sit down and dissect it, they didn't. They're flying blind or at least Ben is. Jon," Gregory took a deep breath, "he's done this shit before. Whatever you do, don't underestimate Jon," he warned.

Candice nodded her head. She wanted to know more, but was thankful for the small bit of information he'd shared. There was trust there after all, even if it was small - it was something to build on. "If Jon's done this before, why is he playing second fiddle to Ben? Why isn't he in the driver's seat?" she asked.

"Jon knows that all good things come to an end and eventually this will blow up and who will be left holding the cards? Ben and quite possibly you," Gregory told her. "The one thing you have going for you though is me," he said with a wink.

"I have Amelia too. She told me, Jon likes to make money, so I guess he probably likes losing some too. Kind of like gambling. There is always more money somewhere; you just have to know how to work the system. I'm sure she'll give up some dirt on Jon, if things start to crumble," Candice said.

"I've worked the system, Candice," Gregory said. "Amelia will help us only if she feels Jon's going under. She's going to protect her own ass and because that place is wired, I know for a fact she's got her own file with dirt on her 'Sir'."

She smirked and nodded her head. "I'm not surprised," she admitted. "I'm glad you're on my side."

He let her finish her breakfast and told her he'd be back later that night to drive her back to Jon's house. She mentioned Ted, but he only raised a brow and shook his head. She wondered what that meant, but decided it was probably best not to ask.

Chapter 21

For the rest of the day Candice popped pain relievers like they were candy. She was not looking forward to fucking Jon, nor was she looking forward to having Amelia give her pleasure. What she was looking forward to was the giant Jacuzzi bathtub her employer had in his home, and that was the first thing she went to upon greeting him and his pet.

Amelia watched Candice soak in the tub and she wished to be in it with the young woman. She had missed the laughter of another woman, the gentle caress, the tender kisses. There was something about the young girl that made Amelia long for the innocence of youth and the ignorance of her surroundings. Jon walked into the view of the camera and Amelia watched as he disrobed and stood at the edge of the bathtub. She slipped her fingers down to her pussy and began to finger herself as her Sir reached for the redhead.

Jon had given her permission to soak in the tub and had left her alone for the first hour. When she opened her eyes, he recognized the hungry look her eyes. His aroused state was obvious and she was going to have to give up the comfort of solidarity she'd been enjoying. "I've missed you, pet," he said, as he stepped into the tub and walked over to her.

His cock was hard and jutted out in front of him. Jon felt her cup his balls and rolled the spongy marbles between her fingers. "I've missed you, Sir," she whispered, then moved to slide onto her knees. The water lapped at her chest.

He pushed his fingers into her damp hair. "I heard it was rough for you the other night. I'm sorry. Why didn't you ask your guard to help you?" he asked.

Candice smiled, rubbed her cheek against his crotch and nuzzled his member with her nose and lips. "I thought of you," she told him, before licking the mushroom tip of his shaft. "I closed my eyes and thought of how much this was going to cost you if I failed," she licked the underside of his cock and sucked gently on his left testicle.

Jon moaned and pushed into her face. "It would have cost us a bundle. But I don't want you bruised, pet," he said, as he lifted her from his ball sack and eased her back up to the head of his cock.

"I missed you, Sir. I missed your cock. Your cum. I missed all of you," she whispered before sliding him into her mouth.

"Welcome home, pet," he moaned as he began to fuck her face and drive himself closer and closer to the point of no return. Jon was delighted by his little submissive. A part of him wished he'd met her years ago when she was just learning about sex. He thought back to one of the first women he'd taken down the path of prostitution, Samantha Conrad.

She was a beautiful young girl who had been studying abroad; he had learned she had a half-brother who was in the service, but had little time to spend with her. Her parents were divorced, the two of them sharing a mother. He didn't care about any of that. Her smile lit up a room and her body brought him hours and hours of pleasure.

When he found out she was growing suspicious of his business practices he had taken the necessary steps to quiet her. He had made her his own personal whore; she wasn't a pet, like Amelia, nor was she a valued commodity like Candice was going to be. She was just a vessel. It took a lot of drugs to make her do what he wanted her to do, but in the end she was always panting for me.

She wasn't the only one he drugged up and passed around, but she was a favored at the dinner parties. When he was done with her, he gave her the release she craved. It wasn't hard to cover up her death and have it declared a suicide. After all, before his screw up he had lined many a pocket and when it was necessary to discard young Samantha he had taken care of it himself. Jon prided himself on covering all his bases.

He'd flown with her to Los Angeles under the premise of finding her brother and getting her cleaned. He was going to release her and she had sworn to keep her mouth shut. He allowed her to think he was okay with that, enough drugs kept her mind foggy and in a daze. When they arrived, he had a car ready for them as well as only trusted companions aiding him. Samantha was deposited in a cheap apartment and her track marks spoke of her addiction. Hours later, he returned to his private jet and disappeared, only to be forced back into the states months later.

Candice's tongue pulled him back to the present. He sighed as she rolled her tongue around the head, spun her hand back and forth, worked him fast and then slow, until he pushed her deep onto his rod and unloaded his cream. She swallowed quickly and easily, long accustomed to his dick. When she was done, she rose up, left the tub and grabbed him a towel. He stepped out and stood as she dried him off. She then waited to see what he wanted from her. "I have something for you," he told her.

"You do?"

"Another lesson, but one I think you'll enjoy," Jon said.

Candice smiled. She lifted a brow, showing her curiosity was genuine. Inwardly she was not only curious, but also somewhat afraid. The last surprise she had was not one she wanted to ever repeat. But as strange as it seemed, when it came to her body and how it was used, she trusted Jon.

"Amelia told you about my monthly parties."

Candice blushed.

He laughed. "I can see she did. I noticed on the calendar that my party falls on the same week as your period."

She shook her head. "I was going to mention that I am supposed to start in a few days."

"No need. I already figured as much. You've been here just over a week, so I assumed it was coming. It's part of life," he muttered.

Candice chuckled. "A pain in the ass one, but yes, a part of life."

"With you being on your period, you'll not be doing a lot of servicing my guests. In fact, I'd like you to merely watch. I want you to be honest with me and tell me if what you see arouses you. I need to know how far you can be pushed visually as well as physically," Jon said.

He took her hand and led her back to the bedroom. "There are your clothes," he said. "I want you to imagine you're the girl on the table. I want you to think long and hard about having several men fill you with their cum. I need to know if it excites you, scares you, disgusts you."

"All for the sake of the company?" she asked.

Jon smirked. "Not entirely. If you like what you see, then perhaps one day I can bind you to the table and let you be used. Candice, you amaze me. You're smart and strong, but you can bend easily too. I like that about you. You're a sweet challenge to an otherwise boring life."

Candice's brows narrowed. "You have Amelia," she said.

"Oh yes. I'll always have Amelia. You're just a passing fancy, but while I have you here, I'm going to enjoy you," he reached out and stroked her pussy. "I think this experience has opened me to a new world. One that I could build off of. One that I could use to teach other girls the same skills I'm teaching you."

Candice's lower lip trembled as he teased her sex. "So I'm only the first?"

"I do believe so. Ben was foolish to give you to that oaf." Jon openly lied to the woman. He sensed her falling for him and knew that she would trust everything that came out of his mouth.

"But I thought you approved it?" she said, the words were followed by a moan as she felt his fingers slip into her tight opening. Candice wondered what Jon was up to, yet she said nothing to indicate her suspicions of him.

"I did, because I was tired of his begging. Candice, I need to fuck you," he groaned.

She leaned against the bedpost and felt his hands grab her legs. She reached down and pulled the towel off him. It fell to the floor. Jon lifted her up, and impaled her with his cock when he brought her back down. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist and he drew her up the length of his shaft, only to drive her back down. The second time he came, it was seconds after she pleaded for the right to come with him.

When that came the sound of them both gasping for air. He lowered her to the bed, brought her up to him and held her close. Candice closed her eyes and tried to comprehend his mood. She was on edge, because he was so different than he had been in the past. He had softened, and now she was only more confused by the mind games he was playing.

He fell asleep with his leg wrapped possessively around hers. She wiggled free, escaped his hold and stared at his face. He was snoring, so she knew she could leave the room without disturbing his slumber. She grabbed one of the robes she often wore, ignoring the clothes she was supposed to wear because he was sleeping on them, and made her way to the kitchen.

There she found Amelia warming up a bowl of leftover soup.

"Welcome home," she said.

Candice smiled. "Is Jon okay?" she asked.

Amelia lifted a brow. "You noticed, huh?"

"Yeah, he's like a pussy cat. What happened?"

"Nothing. He usually gets this way when he's plotting. He makes everyone believe he's Mister Wonderful and then he goes in for the kill. He's probably thinking of a way to get you to fuck Ben over and him to buy Ben out of the business."

"What?" Candice asked.

Amelia nodded her head. "Jon's been fucking people over for years. He's quite good at it. I think he's bored with Ben. You though, you've struck something deep inside him."

"I don't want him Amelia. I hope you know that."

"Oh, I know. Don't worry. I know what disgust looks like and you have it written all over your face. But you're good too. You don't show it to Jon. Hell, I'd miss it if I didn't sometimes wear it too. Not concerning Jon, but concerning some of the men I have to entertain." Amelia knew there would be hell to pay if Jon chose to rewind the video and audio surveillance from the time he walked into the bathroom and fucked Candice to the time she left his side. She wasn't even sure why she had said all she did to the young woman. Maybe she was the one growing bored and needed another outlet, much like she did when Jon had left her for a trip and she'd arranged to get caught with another man.

Candice took a bowl from the cabinet and ladled herself something to eat. "So Jon's bored with Ben and wants him out of whatever they're cooking up?"

"I think so. I just don't know what they're cooking up," Amelia said, though the more she thought about it the more she knew her fears were justified. Her lover was going back into the trade and she had two choices --- tag along or take off and run.

"And you think I do?" Candice asked with a lift to her brow.

Amelia laughed. "Jon thinks you're an idiot, but I know better. Something's happening, but I don't want to know what," the woman laughed at herself and found the lies slipping more easily now that she was thinking on how to protect herself. "The less I know when it comes to Jon's business, the luckier I am. My only concern is myself. I can't end up some cheap man's pet," Amelia said with a wink.

Candice smiled. "Don't worry Amelia, no matter what happens, you won't be the one pining for a new Sir. I have a feeling you underestimate yourself too, and so does Jon."

Amelia grinned. "We're good for each other," she told Candice.

"Yes, I think we are," the young girl agreed.

Gregory watched the women and listened to their interaction. He wasn't sure what had caused Amelia to switch sides, and he wasn't sure she had either, but he could tell the wheels were spinning in the switch's mind. He suddenly found himself wanting to protect both women. He leaned over his computer keyboard and began to vigorously work to erase the data stream that contained all the video and audio that had transpired between the two women. In it's place he left a recording of white noise. He knew Jon would be suspicious of someone in the house, but he wouldn't harm either woman, he would just be more choosey of what information he divulged.