The Charade (6 page)

Victor went to the bathroom and came back with two wet towels. I lay on the couch while he patted the droplets of sweat on my naked body. Nice gesture, but it felt contrived. I sat up abruptly and put my dress back on.

“Wait. Where are you going?” His voice filled to the brim with shock.

“You don’t have to act like were supposed to cuddle or anything. I know the routine."

“I’m not ready for you to leave. I
bought
you.” I tried to hide my blushing, but I knew my cheeks were beet red. “Since you’re mine, only I can say when you’re free to go. And you’re not free to go just yet.”

I sensed he was filled with joy at the mind-fucking game he played with me. I was a puppet on a string. “Listen, you don’t have to play this game.”

“We spoke about this at the office. Our arrangement, remember?”

“Victor, I’m quite sure this is normal for you, but despite my enjoyment, this isn’t for me. I just can’t have emotionless sex with a guy. It’s just not me.”

“Well, technically you have already. Numerous times.” He did have a point.

“I’m just having a hard time with this.

“I’m going to Chicago for the weekend. Come with me.” I almost choked on my own spit. “On my private jet.”

The image of me and him twenty-five thousand feet in the air appeared before my eyes. My brain said no, but yes spilled from my mouth. This man cast a spell that I just couldn’t break.

***

As soon as the pilot gave the okay to unbuckle and move about the cabin, I unbuckled Victor’s pants and lodged his erect shaft in my mouth. I guess there’s something about being in a private jet, thirty thousand feet in the night’s sky over Lake Michigan that can make a sex-starved woman do crazy things.

“You don’t waste time to you?” Victor said stroking fingers through my hair. “You’re an animal.
My
little animal.”

I bob my head down to the base of his cock. The tip of his head touched the back of my throat, glazing it with his pre-semen. I never deep throated before and I always wanted to try, but this wasn’t the time. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Besides, he was too big in size to take all of him in my mouth.

“Yes. That’s a good girl,” he said. His eyes were rolled in the back of his head. I didn’t take my eyes off of him – I wanted to see his expression while a girl did her work. I grabbed his rod and flicked my tongue around it in a circular motion. I continued to lick while my hand slowly stroked him.

“It’s almost too much for me,” I said leering up at him. I relaxed my throat as much as I could and he gasped from the sensation as I rammed my head down to his pelvic area. I took every inch of him down my throat.

I gagged a little and became embarrassed. Not embarrassed that I gagged, but embarrassed that I liked the feeling so much. I took a deep breath and took another go at it. I placed my hands at his base and coiled my tongue around his shaft as my jaws vacuumed his cock. Again, I took him all in and held him in my mouth. I looked at him as he squirmed in his seat.

“Fuck!” he said. I breathed desperately through my nostrils. Tears were forming in my eyes but I held them back. I released him and tried to catch my breath. My pussy flooded with wetness knowing I made him feel so good. I loved the feeling of knowing I was in control of such a powerful man. He was at my will.

I deepthroated him again and again. Each stroke made him moan louder and louder. I wanted to show off. I let go of my hands and put them behind my back while I made his penis disappear. The look on his face was one of astonishment.

I grabbed his cock and resumed my stroking. My neck bobbed furiously up and down like a jackhammer. His dick seemed to get even harder and veinier; it wasn’t long before he was to come. He twisted and turned in his seat, shouting expletive after expletive of how it felt so good. It spurred me on more.

I smacked and slurped louder. The sound drove him insane. He grabbed my hair and started forcing my head down his shaft repeatedly. Him face fucking me, swelled my clit.. It was so hot. At that moment I wanted him to plug up any tight hole I had on my body. But this wasn’t the time. I wanted to show him
my
skills.

I cupped his taut balls and clenched them. His body jerked forward, spraying his hot seed into my inviting mouth. He let go of my head. Instantly I grabbed his cock with a vice grip and slowly stroked while I rotated my mouth around his tender head. Jets of semen continued to flow and I swallowed every flavorsome drop.

My eyes were stuck on him. His lips were dry and his mouth parted. I think I gave him the best head he’d ever had. I painted wet kisses on the top of his head. It glistened and throbbed lightly. I licked my lips and tucked him back into his pants, like nothing happened.

“This is my first time on a private jet,” I said. My gaze went left, outside of the window into the clouds below. He still struggled to catch his breath.

“And it won’t be your last. I’ll see to it,” he said - his voice raw and erratic.

***

“So where are you now?” Barbara said from over the phone. She sipped something – probably whiskey or vodka – I heard the ice cubes tinkling against her glass.

“I’m in Chicago. Downtown,” I said. I sat down on the couch sipping the coffee I bought from the cafe across the street from the hotel.

“Oh! The Ritz?”

“The Four Seasons.”

“Wow. I’m impressed.”

“It’s by far the best hotel I’ve ever seen before.”

“I didn’t mean the hotel darling. I mean the fact that you’re still with him. You know these men, they meet these young girls, have their way with them, then toss them to the curb.”

“I’m sort of waiting for that to happen.”

“Oh lord. Listen to you. This is the business. I forgot you’re a newbie.” She chuckled to herself.

“What’s so funny?”

“You reminded me of myself back when I was at odds with being an escort. Long time ago that was.” I almost dropped the phone on the ground. Did I hear that correctly? Escort?

“Come again?”

“I said you reminded me of myself.” She said each word with more emphasis despite me hearing exactly what she said.

“No! You said
escort
. What do you
mean
…escort? I’m not an escort. How did you get that idea?” This had to be some kind of joke.

“I said escort, but I prefer the term professional girlfriend. Escort isn’t my favorite but it suffices from time to time.”

“So, you’re a madam? Are you serious?”

“I don’t like to label myself, but whatever works for you. I keep forgetting you’re new to this”

“Wait. Wait. You have the wrong idea. I’m not a prostitute.”

“Semantics. Call it what you want. You’re still in the denial phase. You’ll break out of that soon.”

“No, no. You don’t get it. I am not a prostitute.” My voice rose.

“When I first saw you at the auction, I knew I would have to have this conversation with you. I just didn’t think it would be this early.”

“No, I only went to the ball as a favor. I went in someone’s place.”

“Oh, dear. I see you don’t catch onto things quickly.”

“I’m a
regular
girl, not a working girl. This isn’t what I’m about.” A vein engorged on my right temple.

“Well all of us whore ourselves out in some way. For rent, for a job, for a cheap dinner, for political office. Yes, men do it too. We just provide a service for wealthy men.” She said it proudly.

“Great! Now Victor thinks I’m a whore!” I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow me to. “That’s just fucking fantastic isn’t it?! Fuck my life. This is unbelievable. First I think he’s pity-fucking me. Then I think he’s just using me like a two dollar whore. Come to find out, I
am
the two dollar whore he thinks I am! Why don’t we get a few clowns and invite some monkeys so we can make it a complete circus. Because that’s precisely what this has turned into. A fucking three-ring extrava-fucking-ganza.” The phone was dead silent except for my raging breathing.

“My dear.” I got control of my breathing and my pulse descended.

“I think I’m gonna throw up.” I closed my eyes and breathed deeply a few times. “I knew something didn’t feel right. It felt off. I could feel it in the air.”

“Then why didn’t you just leave?”

“I thought it was the champagne.”

“Oh, well maybe that too, but I thought you were aware of what type of clientele was going to be attending. After all, you
were
there.”

“A friend gave me the tickets. I thought it was a charity dinner.”

“Well, it was. But, she didn’t tell you?”

“She’s not a prostitute.” I paused and the truth hit me. “Chandra. That. Bitch. She didn’t tell me,” I murmured. What gall she had not to tell me she was a high class escort. For as long as I’ve known her? We never kept anything from each other. This revelation made my nostrils flare up.

“She wouldn’t have gotten an invite if she wasn’t
in the club
.” I laughed to myself at the thought of Chandra being an escort.

“But she has an office job. It’s a well-paying job.” I was in denial.

“Most of my girls have jobs. They're getting their PhD’s. They're very upstanding citizens. They just happen to do this on the side. The money is good.”

“This is just…so Victor thinks I’m a hooker? That’s great. Just when I had my apprehensions about dealing with him in the first place, now he thinks I’m a prostitute.”

“It’s not the end of the world.” It exactly
was
the end of the world. Victor thought I was a prude prostitute.

“Not the end of the world…so says the madam.”

“Well, I wouldn’t quite call myself that.”

Victor storms into the room and slams the door behind him.”

“Off the phone. Now,” Victor said. He yanked his striped blue necktie off his shirt.

“I gotta go,” I said. I pressed the send button and dropped it on the coffee table. The look on Victor’s face scared me. Mine was probably scarier. We had issues to get settle. Huge issues.

He raced towards me, throwing his suit jacket to the floor. “I want you undressed. Take your clothes off now. I need your body against mine.” He panted – lust expelled from his lungs.

Just before he grabbed my waist, I outstretched my arms to stop him mid stride. “We need to talk,” I said. He tried to pull the straps down off my dress, but I clutched his hand hard enough for his eyes jut at me in shock. “Victor. Stop.” He pulled his hand back reluctantly.

He cleared his throat. “What’s wrong, babe?” He smoothed out his sleeves and readjusted his cuff links.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare touch me.” I held my hands up in the air. “I feel sick. And I feel dirty. I just want to go. Call your driver and have him take me to the airport.
Now
.” I got up and scampered to the door. I’d rather wait in the lobby than be in the same room as him.

“Natasha. What’s going on? Tell me what’s happening?”

I turned and faced him defiantly. “Everything is clear as day now. I feel stupid for not being able to see it. But now it makes sense. It all makes perfect sense.”

“What makes sense? Just what are you saying? I don’t understand?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know what this is. You probably said you wanted the girlfriend experience.” I fiddled with the door handle, but it wouldn’t open. There was a security keypad next to it. I didn’t know the code. Victor planted his body against the door.

“You’re not leaving until you explain to me what it is your saying.” He looked at me confused, trying to get a handle at what I said.

“You think I’m a prostitute!” my voice rose to a shriek.

“Barbara,” he muttered shaking his head slowly.

“What?”

“Jesus Christ.” Victor laughed.

“What?” I wished he let me in on the excitement.

“I knew you weren’t a prostitute.”

“I don’t get it.” I still didn’t believe him. He’s been all over the world, how could he
not
deal with those types of women. That’s all rich men did.

He placed my hand in his. His touch was as electric as the first night we met. “As soon as you walked into that banquet hall, I knew you weren’t one.” He moved in closer, his cologne filling my nostrils. His words reduced in tempo, enchanting me even deeper. “You just had a look of naïveté. None of the others had that look. They had a hardened demeanor—too much baggage.” He ran his fingers through my hair.

“Well you seem pretty experienced with spotting hookers.” I turned my head away from his. His two fingers guided my chin back to his icy gaze.

“I’m very observant, but I’ve never been with a prostitute before. Not my thing. I only attended the charity event due to a favor from an ambassador. I own the hotel where we hosted the charity and promised him they would hold the event there and my foundation would co-host.”

“Some favor.”

“Some people make it hard to say no to.” He took my hand and kissed it. “Like yourself. That’s why I bid on you. I’m looking for a regular girl.” I melted down right in his clutches. He leaned forward and sucked my tongue.