Sins & Mistrust (3 page)

This is the first time in a while where I’ve left an appointment feeling sexually frustrated. I’m also very curious about this Lincoln guy. He seems like he could be no good.

About twenty minutes later, the cab driver is pulling up to the address I gave him earlier.

“Thanks,” I say as I hand him the fare.

“Night,” is his response as I step out.

I walk up the familiar drive way. It’s not my own, but someone’s whom I know will be able to cure my sexual frustration problem.

Knocking on the door, I wait for it to be opened.

“Nice seeing you again.”

“Yeah. I’m glad it was a good time,” I say, because I sent a text in the cab just to make sure.

I step inside and close the door behind me. For the next hour and a half, I’m able to get out my sexual frustration, spend time with someone I chose to be with rather than with a client, and be stress-free for just a little bit.

I call a cab ahead of time and it’s waiting for me when I exit the house. Free of sexual frustration, I stroll to the car as a voice calls out from behind me.

“Maybe not so long in between visits next time, huh?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” I respond, looking over my shoulder with a smile. “I’m a busy man.”

“Indeed you are.”

Lifting my arm in the air, I wave and then slip easily into the backseat before dropping my head back on the headrest and closing my eyes.

As soon as I arrive home, I immediately jump in the shower and probably spend entirely too much time in there. The steam rolls around me, filling the large bathroom, and causing condensation to form on the shower door. The hot water hits my body and I drop my head forward, letting the strong stream hit my neck and shoulders. I’m hopeful that this will help the tension I have back there.

After a while, I step out and wipe the fog from the mirror, and look into my reflection.

“What are you doing?” I ask myself.

The light blue eyes that stare back at me have no answers. None that I want to hear, anyway. It’s a question I’ve asked myself quite a bit; a question that haunts me.

Shaking my head, I begin drying myself off before heading to my room to finally lie in the bed. This day has been way too long.

As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m asleep.

Another day down.

The following morning as I’m sipping coffee from my mug and looking out onto my backyard, my phone rings. Freeing it from my pocket, I bring it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“Marc, darling?”

“Liz,” I greet happily. “How are you?”

“Oh, you know me,” she answers, and I can almost see her playing with her hair like she always does. “I’m just calling because we have a new guy starting soon and I want you to kind of take him under your wing, so to speak.”

I groan inwardly, but am sure to not let her know that I’m not too thrilled about the job. “Great. Who is he?”

“His name is Kade. Kade uhh…let me look here. Oh, Kade Trenton. He’s a sweet boy, young, and I think he’s a little afraid of me.”

I let out a laugh. “Oh, who could be afraid of you?”

She scoffs, but then laughs. “Everybody is. Anyway, just give him some of your knowledge; maybe take him to meet some of the other guys.”

“You know they’re only going to scare him even more,” I laugh.

“You’re probably right. Oh well.”

“Well, just put me him in touch with me when he’s ready.”

“Perfect. Thank you so much, Marc. I knew you were my favorite.”

“You say that to all of us,” I say with a smile on my face.

“I know, but with you I’m telling the truth.”

“Okay, Liz. Well, I better be going.”

“Oh wait!” she exclaims. “While I was up front, a call came in and a Nathalia LaBelle has requested you for tonight. Amy was going to let you know and see if you were free since it is last minute, but I figure I can ask.”

“Oh. Did she request a specific time?”

“Hold on a second, Marc.” I hear noises in the background. “Amy, what time did Ms. LaBelle request? No. Ms. LaBelle for Marc. You just answered the phone!” A long breath blows across the phone. “Senseless woman,” Liz whispers. “Marc, honey. Let me have Amy call you back with the information. Or perhaps it will be someone taking her place since she can’t seem to remember simple information she just took down.”

I can’t help the chuckle that comes from my throat. “I bet Amy’s afraid of you.”

“Well, she should be.”

“Don’t worry about it, Liz. I only have one appointment this afternoon, and it’s only a couple hours, so I can see Ms. LaBelle any time after four. Will you have someone forward me a meeting location when you know one?”

“Sure thing, honey. Talk soon.”

When Liz hangs up, I finish my coffee and then brush my teeth once more before heading to my appointment.

Today’s client is a woman named Tawnya. She’s only in town for a few days and wants me to meet her at her hotel for drinks, but I know it’s more than drinks that she’s wanting. However, as part of the rules, no sex is paid for, but when a woman says she’s only in town for a few days, she definitely wants more than a drink with an escort.

As I approach the bar, I push up my navy blue suit sleeve to check the time on my watch. I’m about five minutes early, but I know she’ll be here already. They’re always early. Always anxious.

She knows what I look like, since she looked me up on the escort website. All I need to do is look around the bar for the girl who looks the most nervous. She’ll give herself away as soon as she sees me. I know she will.

Two steps inside and my gaze stops at a corner booth. A woman with long, dark brown hair sits alone, sipping nervously on a drink. Her eyes meet mine and she quickly sits straight up, placing her drink back down on the table. She plays with hair, and gives me a timid smile.

Grinning back at her, I stride over and without hesitation slide into the booth next to her.

“Hi, Tawnya,” I greet with a smile as I extend my hand.

“Hi, Marc,” she says quietly.

She offers her hand to me, and I bring the back of it to my lips and plant a soft kiss.

“You look beautiful today,” I say.

“Thank you,” she mumbles softly, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear.

Her brown eyes look up into mine before darting back to her drink. A blonde waitress comes to the table, giving me a bright smile.

“Can I get you a drink, sir?”

“Yes, please. I’ll just take an iced tea.”

“Do you want me to get you anything else?” she asks flirtatiously, biting down on her bottom lip.

“Would you like anything else?” I ask Tawnya, placing my hand on her shoulder.

She flashes me an appreciative smile. “No, thank you.”

“Looks like we’re all good here,” I say to the waitress, barely giving her a glance.

She huffs off, her ponytail swinging harshly from side to side.

I see Tawnya roll her eyes and I laugh softly. “Not a fan of the waitress?” I ask.

“I’m not generally a fan of her type.”

“And what type would that be?”

“The type that knows she sees me here, but doesn’t acknowledge me because she doesn’t think I deserve to be here with you.”

I sit quietly for a minute. “Why don’t you think you deserve to sit here with me?”

“I said she thinks I don’t deserve to.”

“Maybe you both think that, and you both would be wrong.”

“Why do you say that?” she asks.

“I don’t prefer blondes,” I respond with a smile.

She laughs. “You’re a blonde.”

“I like to think of myself more of a dirty blonde.”

Tawnya laughs again and rests her hand on my forearm. “I like blondes.”

“Then we’re a perfect match.”

I spend the next half hour talking to her and getting her to loosen up and relax a little. Once that’s been accomplished, she’s sitting closer to me and touching me more frequently.

“Would you like to go to your room for a little while?” I ask.

Her cheeks redden, but she nods and smiles. Slipping out of the booth first, I take her hand and pull her to her feet. I drop some money on the table for the drinks, then place my hand on her lower back and walk her towards the elevators.

While we wait for the elevator to drop us off on the tenth floor, she fidgets with her knee-length black skirt. Her nerves are getting worse with every floor we pass.

I step in front of her and take her hand in mine and give it a squeeze. She looks up at me, and I only pause momentarily before leaning in and kissing her. I plant soft kisses on her lips at first, and soon she’s using her other hand to pull me closer to her and her kiss intensifies.

The elevator dings and the doors open. I pull away from her slowly and give her a smile, which she returns. When we exit, she leads me to a room to the right of the elevator and as soon as I close the door behind me, she pounces.

Tawnya is no longer the nervous, shy girl I met downstairs. She jumps on me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her fingers grip the hair on the back of my head. She attacks my mouth with her tongue, and with her sudden change of demeanor, I now change mine.

One hand cups her ass and the other goes to the back of her neck, and I return the fervor in the kiss. I walk us to the queen size bed in the middle of the room and drop her down in the middle of it.

“Oooh,” she squeals.

I grin down at her while I rip my shirt from my body. She bites down on her lip as she watches me. Tawnya begins pulling her skirt off and reveals her pussy. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “You’ve surprised me.”

With a giggle she says, “Oh yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” I state.

Once I’ve removed my clothes, I climb in between her soft, pale legs and instantly my fingers begin rubbing circles on her clit. I find she’s already wet for me, so I slip two fingers inside and curl them upwards.

She throws her head back and cries out. “Oh yes!”

“Ready for me?” I ask.

“Yes, oh yes!”

While I continue to fuck her with my fingers, she raises her head slightly and watches me. I grab the condom packet and toss it up near her.

“Why don’t you open that up for me, baby.”

She lets out a small groan and hurriedly rips open the packet for me. When she hands it back to me, I remove my fingers from her pussy and she lets out a sound of frustration.

“Don’t worry, I promise to give you something better,” I say with a smirk.

As soon as I’m sheathed with the condom, I push her legs further apart and rub the tip of my cock around her opening.

“Take your shirt off,” I demand.

Wordlessly, she removes her shirt and throws it to the floor.

“Good, now take off your bra.”

She unsnaps it from the front and it falls to the sides revealing big, natural breasts.

I groan and lean forward to knead one and take her nipple in my mouth. She lets out a long moan and I move to the other nipple and gently bite down on it before swirling my tongue around it. I feel her starting to gyrate her hips, and my cock begins sliding through her wet folds.

Leaning back on my knees, I position myself at her entrance and thrust in.

“Ahh!” she screams out. “Oh, fuck yes!”

The harder I fuck her, the wetter I feel her get. I pull her legs up over my shoulders and then lean over her, and plunge in deep and hard. Her hands grip my waist and I feel her fingernails digging into my skin.

“Oh my God, Marc! Yes! Oh yes!”

“You like the way I fuck you?”

“Fuck yes!”

“You like it hard, baby?”

“Yes, I love it.”

I pull out and flip her over and position her on her knees.

“Hold onto the headboard,” I growl.

“Mmm,” she moans as she complies.

I glide my dick over her pussy, feeling how wet she is, before thrusting in hard and fast.

“Oh shit!” she screams.

One hand goes to her hair and I pull lightly while I pound into her from behind.

“Yes, oh yes! I like it rough. Be rough with me, please!” she shouts to my surprised pleasure.

Fulfilling her requests, I bring my right hand down and spank her partly on her ass, and partly on her thigh.

“Fuck!” she draws out, hoarsely.

I continue to fuck her hard and smack her on her ass and thighs. Each hit draws out more cries of pleasure, and I feel her coating my dick with more and more of her juices.

Reaching around her, my fingers find her engorged clit and I begin rubbing circles. Her moans and grunts are getting louder and I know she’s getting closer. I take a chance, and remove my hand before bringing back down in a light slap on her clit. She cries out and starts coming instantly.

“Aaahh! Yes!” she bellows. “Oh my God!”

I bring my hands back to her waist and plunge myself inside her and several thrusts later, I’m coming loudly as well.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I grunt.

When I pull out, she collapses on her stomach.

“I don’t think I can move,” she says with a small laugh.

“Did I paralyze you?”

She laughs again. “Maybe.”

“Not again,” I say jokingly, bringing out another laugh from Tawnya.

While she lies there, I begin gathering my clothes and head to the bathroom to clean up. Our time is almost up, so there’s no time to lay around and talk, even if I wanted to.