My Personal Whore Ch. 07

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The jazz club was just the start.

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Half-asleep, one eye on the clock.

Five and twenty past seven, closing.

So tired, aching.

Recalling, back to his place, huge bed.

Straddling thighs, grinding, urging.

Answering to Cairn, suggesting Celtic heritage.

Dubious, thinking Scandinavian.

Blue eyes, hypnotic, shining.

Fascinated by the tattoos, unexpected.

Huge hands, nipples, fingers twisting, pulling.

Rolling over, arms trembling.

Gentle for a big guy, considerate, perceptive.

Deducing how I wanted it, hard, rough.

Seeming shocked, use of language.

Dirty, explicit: me, not him.

He was good, very good.

Left around two, picking up a cab.

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Lying quietly, listening, in your bed.

Our bed.

Hearing your breathing, steady, exhaling slowly.

Tempting to play, waiting to be asked.

Slipping out, turning on the water, brushing.

Musing, self-admonishing.

The Pleasure Parlour, think about it.

What you paid, for me.

What they paid, to me.

No comparison, no choice.

Needed the work, cash in hand.

No way out.

Now, an opportunity, a future.

Fingertip test, optimum, stepping forward.

Water streaming, eyes closed, revelling.

Soaping, squeezing, invading lips.

New role, variation of the old story.

Lady in the drawing room, whore in the bedroom.

Your personal whore, wherever.

Compensating for my time, a stipend of sorts, generous.

Appreciating early advance, a kindness.

Clothing allowance, accessories for display.

Other expenditure, for discussion.

Withdrawing, unsatisfied, for now.

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Kitchen, entering, black satin robe.

Wet hair, dark, shiny, so alluring.

A missed droplet, falling.

A fingertip, pouncing.

Taking stool, smiling, crumbling to ashes.

Anything, just anything, besotted.

Breaking fast, ravenous, restorative.

Sliding off, clearing dishes, turning.

Heart in mouth, impulsive, so unlike self.

"I want you to call Dominique."

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Working, like all days.

Weekdays for clients, weekends for pleasure.

Creating beauty, utility, at a price.

Glancing through the window, pausing, reflecting.

Tool in hand.

Knew what she wanted, a spade is a spade.

Four-letter words, English, accent, French.

Friendly co-operation, allies.

Gave her my number, no reciprocation.

Unsurprising, but saddening, reflecting.

Possibilities endless, no facts, cease theorising.

Capital error, Sherlock Holmes.

Enlightenment, the inn, serving, evenings.

"Maybe she'll remember me?"

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Eyes locking, statues.

New role, first commission, unexpected.

Pet to a dominatrix, with voyeur, you.

Phone, accessing, contacts.

Looking up, silent want of confirmation.

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Arousing, always has been, an escape.

Girls together, intimate.

Reading, listening, viewing, never live.

Dominique and Yaz.

A match made in erotica.

"Go on, hit it!"

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As if by fiat, abject panic.

Switching to loudspeaker, hand shaking.

Voice trembling, what to say?

No idea.

Holding breath, hearing ringing, helpless.

Still ringing, eyes locking, hearts in mouths.

Tension rising, still ringing, sudden click, a pause.

Gushing arousal, flooding.

A soft voice, clear, controlling.

"Say nothing or this is over before it starts."

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Recognising, the jazz club, picturing.

The braids, the dress, the heels, the curves.

Counting off fingers, to ten.

Eyelids static, trying to breathe, failing.

"That's good, I see you know how to behave."

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Moving, your hand on my shoulder, pulling close.

Comforting, staring at instrument.

Almost breaching, anticipating me.

A hand, my mouth, muffling.

"Speak to no-one, whatever happens, didn't happen."

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Reflecting, her words, a pause of lingering anticipation.

Suggesting, something to be.

Conscious, developing arousal, strangely embarrassing.

Your robe, impressions in the satin, two.

A mutual effect.

"Speaking is a privilege, only as authorised."

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Controlling from the outset, a directive, cold.

Thrill shooting through entire being, eyes closing.

Shaking, every limb, tingling, suspense agonising.

Pause continuing, longer, holding breath.

"Protocol breaches, not recommended."

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Hard as iron, hanging on, to every word.

Mind's eye, a vision of fantasy, for you.

A revelation, for both of us.

Longer still, a test, you biting lower lip, so erotic.

"I have high hopes, at least for one of you."

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Aghast, open-mouthed.

How does she know?

Shaking heads, disbelief.

A final word.

"Instructions to follow."

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A click, gone, needing fresh air.

Suggesting stroll, sun assuming hat, lunchtime pint.

Fifteen minutes, waiting, foot of stair.

Open-eyed, blue jeans, tight, lost in fantasies.

White top, loose, black heels, sunglasses, dark.

Bag, shoulder, leather, black.

Descending, a smile, inviting observation.

Silent nod, given.

"Is your personal whore suitably attired?"

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Showing off, displaying, parading, your accessory.

You loving it, every second.

Strangely satisfying, power, influence.

Through the village, stepping slowly, arm in arm.

You speaking, neighbours, artisans, passers-by, the clergy.

Introducing your companion, shaking hands, smiling dutifully.

Departing, conscious of lingering eyes, behind, unseen.

Village life.

Entering the inn, cooling, tall drinks.

Young gentlemen, milling at the bar.

Giggling, whispering, stealing glances.

Proffering a smile, sorry boys, unavailable.

Provocative, untouchable.

Seeing your reaction, vindicating.

Moving on.

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Circling the park.

Young lovers abound, enjoying each other.

Wanting for more.

The lake, trees in attendance, ducks squabbling.

Taking a bench, stealing a kiss, another.

A sound, your bag, hearts leaping.

Accessing, slender fingertip, gaining entry.

Eyes on yours, awaiting.

Matter of moments, handing over, reading.

A time, an address.

Nothing more.

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Glancing, church tower, fifty-nine minutes.

Half to travel, another in reserve.

No time to change.

Silence, hurrying, tickets, two stops, short wait.

Hairbrush, lipstick, fragrance, a smile.

Rolling at last, reserve depleting, urging.

Staring at the view, fields, trees, not seeing.

Voyaging into the unknown, together.

Alighting, a cab, two minute ride, step on it.

Looking around, reading name of road, correct.

Catching breath, five minutes, needing only one.

Relaxing, trying, failing.

Stepping slowly, nearing, seeing open door.

Heart in mouth, approaching.

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A shadow, moving, its source, within.

Sun behind, watching, third party voyeur.

You in front, following.

Heels on stones, halting, eyes focused.

Stepping forward, long blue skirt, flat shoes.

Bare midriff, tanned, white bra, long line.

Huge coffee cup in hands, leaning on doorway.

Reception committee of one, recognising.

The black and white livery, slender server.

Hearing her voice, melodic.

"Mistress is expecting you."