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Authors: Isabel Lucero

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“I have an idea,” I state.

“I’m listening,” she says, smiling at me.

“On our next two meetings, we each get the chance to see what the other person likes to do. Or at least, one of the things. So, do you want the first or second meeting to show me what you like?”

“I like that idea. You go first. I want to see what Marc likes. Not escort Marc, either.”

“Okay, and then the next time we see each other, it will be your turn.”

“Sounds good,” she replies, showing me her perfect smile once again.

“You have my email address, right? We can communicate that way from now on. It’s better than having to go through the agency.”

“No phone calls or text messages?” she asks.

“We aren’t allowed to speak with clients that way.”

“Oh. You might get crazy people who fall in love with you, huh?”

“Something like that,” I answer with a grin.

“Okay, I’ll be sure to get it from you before we go our separate ways for today.”

The waiter comes by again and brings us the check. I pay for it immediately, and as we’re getting up to leave, Nathalia’s phone begins ringing.

She shifts some things around in her purse before finding it, and when she answers, we’re already standing outside.

“Just a second,” she says to me as she brings the phone to her ear.

I nod and take a few steps away to give her privacy.

“Hello, Lincoln,” I hear her say before she turns away.

Lincoln, as in Lincoln Cash from the club? So they are a little closer than I thought. I don’t hear much of the conversation, but I hear her laugh every once in a while. Funny. Lincoln doesn’t seem like the funny type.

He must have started asking her questions, because she’s only answering with yes and no. After another minute, she hangs up and walks up behind me.

“Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” I answer, turning around to face her.

“So, when will I able to see what non-escort Marc likes to do?” she asks, flirtatiously running her hand across my chest.

I grin down at her. Her red lips grab my attention, and I can’t help but imagine those lips surrounding my cock. “When are you available?”

“I’m sure your schedule is more complicated than mine,” she says, her hand moving to my stomach.

“Maybe. Email me tonight and we’ll figure it out.”

“Okay,” she replies huskily, her hand still steadily going south.

“I’m beginning to think you are an exhibitionist,” I say, never taking my eyes off of her. “There are people around, and you seem to have no problem groping me in public.”

A mischievous smile plays on her lips. “I don’t care if people watch.”

I lift a brow at her, surprised by her response. “Hmm.”

“Mmm,” she groans, grazing my cock with her hand.

My right hand grips her hip and I pull her into me. We stare at each other for several seconds before I lean in and capture her mouth with my own. My other hand grasps the side of her neck, my thumb resting at the hollow of her throat, and I squeeze gently. To my surprise and pleasure, she moans in appreciation of the gesture.

I deepen our kiss, my tongue plunging deep into her mouth, and she brings both hands to the back of my head, pulling me closer. Sounds of pleasure vibrate in her throat, and I have to remind myself that we are on the street.

Slowly pulling away, I suck her bottom lip into my mouth before releasing her.

“Hmm.” She runs her finger under her bottom lip, trying to make sure her lipstick isn’t smudged. “You may surprise me, Marc.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” I reply with a wink.

“Well, in that case, I can’t wait to plan our next date.”

“I’ll go home and check my schedule.”

“Okay. I’ll definitely be emailing you tonight.”

“I look forward to it.”

“I hate that I have to leave now, but I have a meeting to get to. I’ll talk to you later, yes?”

“Yes,” I say with a smile.

She stretches up on her tip-toes and we connect for another kiss, but this one is soft and quick.

“Bye, Marc.”

“Bye, Nathalia.”

Several hours later, I’m at home and about to jump in the shower when my phone alerts me of an email. I sit on the edge of my bed and check it.

 

From
: Nathalia

To
: Marc

Subject
: Availability

Date
: Tue, 10 May 2013 20:31:43

 

Hello Marc,

 

I’m available anytime this weekend, how about you?

 

-Thalia

 

I smile as I read her short and to-the-point email. Exiting out of the email app, I pull up my calendar and see what I have scheduled. One appointment on Friday, and then I’m supposed to meet up with the new guy and the other guys that evening.

Opening up her email again, I respond.

 

From
: Marc

To:
Nathalia

Subject:
Re: Availability

Date
: Tue, 10 May 2013 20:34:55

 

Hello Nathalia,

 

Do you prefer to be called Thalia? Anyway, I just checked my schedule, and I have arrangements for Friday, but Saturday and Sunday I’m free. Which would you like?

 

Marc

 

Dropping my phone on the bed, I get up and jump in the shower. As I’m rushing to rinse out my hair, I realize I’m anxious to check the phone to see if Nathalia has responded yet. I’ve never been so concerned with a client before, but Nathalia is unlike any client I’ve had. She asks questions; not only about my other clients and experiences with them, but about my personal life.

I know I shouldn’t think about her in any other way than as I client. Plus, there’s always the chance that we wouldn’t be compatible as a couple anyway. She may not be able to give me what I need, and vice versa. However, there’s something about her that makes me think…just maybe.

Shaking the thoughts from my head, I finish my shower, dry myself off, and while wrapping the towel around my waist, I head for my phone.

When I pick it up, I see the notification for an email.

 

From
: Nathalia

To
: Marc

Subject
: Re: Re: Availability

Date
: Tue, 10 May 2013 20:40:36

 

Marc,

 

Nathalia or Thalia, either is fine with me. Whatever you want to call me.

So, either way I have to have you after your client on Friday. Hmm. Decisions, decisions. Let’s go with both Saturday and Sunday. Is 6:00pm okay for both?

 

-Thalia

 

From
: Marc

To
: Nathalia

Subject
: Re: Re: Re: Availability

Date
: Tue, 10 May 2013 20:43:49

 

Saturday and Sunday at six is perfect. Where would you like to meet?

 

I don’t bother addressing the comment about having a client on Friday. I’m not at all used to other clients talking about what I do, or who I’m with and when. Usually clients like to pretend they didn’t just hire someone for sex. A lot of the women don’t bring my profession up. Whether it’s because they feel embarrassed or ashamed, I don’t know, but Nathalia doesn’t seem to care either way.

While putting on some clothes, I wait for her response. This appointment is supposed to be for me to show her who I really am and what I like to do. Again, something new and something nobody else has asked me for. I’m there for the client, not the other way around.

I am worried that by giving her what she’s asking for –the way I do things sexually- I may scare her away. However, she’s the one who was worried she was going to scare me away from the sex club she took me to. So perhaps she isn’t too close-minded or unadventurous.

My phone alerts me of another email.

 

From
: Nathalia

To
: Marc

Subject
: Re: Re: Re: Re: Availability

Date
: Tue, 10 May 2013 20:50:13

 

My place. I have no doubts you remember which room. I look forward to seeing you, Marc.

 

xo – Thalia

 

The smile that flickers across my face isn’t the only thing that surprises me. It’s feeling so overwhelmingly eager about this meeting with Nathalia that catches me the most off guard.

I can only hope she truly is ready for me.

The rest of the week passes fairly slowly and Nathalia and I exchange a few friendly emails within that time. A few appointments during the week kept me busy, but the appointment I had today took the cake. I shiver at the thought of cake. A woman with a sploshing fetish is something very new to me, and if I’m being completely honest, I didn’t enjoy it. Then again, it wasn’t for me to enjoy. As long as she did, then my job is done.

After that appointment, I was quick to rush home and get in the shower. I have to pick up the new guy, Kade tonight and take him to meet the rest of the guys. I already feel bad for him because I know they’re gonna give him a hard time.

Around ten, I go pick up Kade from his apartment, knowing it’ll probably take a half hour to get to the strip club that Nico wanted to meet up at. When the cab pulls up in front of his place, I shoot him a text to let him know I’m outside, and about five minutes later a young guy with a buzzed head walks out. He has one hand in his pocket, and the other hand rubs the top of his head in what seems to be a nervous gesture.

I open the door and walk around to greet him.

“Hey, man. I’m Marc,” I say, extending my hand to him.

“Hey. Kade,” he says in response with a small smile.

“Well, climb in. We’re heading to a strip club.”

After we’re both settled in the backseat of the cab, the driver pulls off and heads in the direction of the club.

“Are you new to Vegas or are you from here?” I ask him.

“I’ve lived here for a while, but I was born in California.”

“Oh, okay. So you know your way around, then. That’s good.”

Kade nods his head. “So, how are the other guys? Are they cool?”

I laugh. “Are you nervous?”

He shrugs in response. “Just want to know what I’m walking into.”

“They’re good guys, don’t worry about it. So, are you ready for what this job entails?”

A smile plays on his lips. “I think so.”

“Oh. You aren’t ready,” I say with a laugh. “Hopefully your first one won’t be so bad. Nico’s first day was horrible. Don’t let him lie to you about it, because he will, but it was bad.”

Kade finally starts loosening up. He shifts in his seat to face me. “What happened?” he asks with excitement.

“Let’s just say nerves got the best of our friend Nico that night,” I say with a laugh.

His eyes go wide. “Like, he couldn’t…”

I shake my head and laugh. “I’m not saying anything else.”

The rest of the cab ride goes smoothly. Kade seems like a nice guy, and I’m sure he’ll open up more once he gets to know all of us.

It’s a little after ten-thirty when we pull up to The Horse. Nico and Troy are both inside waiting for us.

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