“I caught your pictures the other day in the weekly e-mail from EZ Escorts and I knew I just had to see you. I hope you don’t mind.”
He was surprised to say the least, but not in a bad way. Though he’d never really considered sex with Charlene, he actually liked her.
He smiled and put her at ease. “I’ve always thought it would be fun to get better acquainted. I’m glad we got a chance to meet casually away from Bemichis. It would’ve been inappropriate to see each other like this if I was still working there.” Bemichis repeated warnings about fraternizing with customers still rang clearly in his mind, etched into permanent memory. “So … what did you have in mind for this evening?”
“I thought we could skip all the bullshit and head on up to the room …” He followed Charlene’s imagination as she pictured sequences of hot passionate sex involving champagne, strawberries, and Aaron naked in the Jacuzzi. He plucked the ideas from her mind and suggested the very thing she fantasized about.
“Strawberries, champagne, and a hot bath?”
His suggestion rendered her speechless. She gazed into his eyes, giddy with the happiness of a child on Christmas day. He held her securely in his embrace as they made their way to the elevator.
In the hotel room he ordered room service while Charlene settled on a top forties music channel and watched him with more than a little anticipation. Her face flushed as she hoped he would rub her down in a sensual massage.
Seemed like a good idea to him. “I bet you could use a good back rub.” He slid on the bed behind her, his legs straddling her hips, and began rubbing her shoulders and back. She tensed up for a moment, and then melted into his caress.
He took time to appreciate Charlene’s beauty as he undid the clip of her bra. Creamy white skin and wavy, auburn hair reached down to the center of her back. Her body curved in all the right places with generous hips and breasts. A hint of extra weight around the middle, but still quite attractive. She didn’t need to pay for dates. She could pick up men anytime she wanted. Her problem was she preferred a young boy-toy who could match her voracious sexual appetite. Charlene also had two teen-age boys at home. Not a situation conductive to finding and keeping a good man.
Charlene’s mind drifted to the places she wanted his touch, her nipples and the nape of her neck. Her mind created the road map for her sensual massage. He followed her vivid imagination and began working her full breasts, tweaking her nipples while nipping at her neck and ear lobes with light kisses. Her arousal ramped up quickly, each touch wetting her in anticipation.
She wanted his fingers down inside her, rubbing and dipping into her moist, ready folds. He followed her lead and reached his hand to pull up her dress, baring her thighs. His palm caressed her shaved pubic flesh while curling his middle finger into her wetness. She grasped his hand and directed his movements, grinding her hips. She worked herself to a frenzy with his fingers deep in her wet center.
Charlene bucked and moaned. “Unh … Unh … Ooooohh … Yes!” A sunburst of her pleasure exploded in his mind as she wetted his hand with her climax.
She finished right on time. Room service knocked at the door to announce the arrival of the champagne and strawberries. Aaron tended to the cart, setting it up by the bath. Charlene caught her breath and then ran the bath, undressing without ceremony. She wasn’t modest. She had no fear of displaying her well-proportioned body.
The tub was a one piece fiberglass unit with air jets, a Jacuzzi just large enough for the two of them. Charlene slid into the tub with a sigh of pleasure. Leaning back with a smile, her creamy white breasts floated at the waterline. She caught him appreciating her body and winked.
He handed her a glass of champagne and she downed it all at once. She invited in a seductive whisper. “Come on in, the water’s warm and ready.”
He looked at her with an inward smile. Un huh. And the water’s not the only thing warm and ready. He could see her arm moving as she played with herself beneath the bubbles.
As he undressed, he read her desire to taste his cock. Don’t want to disappoint.
He accommodated her standing at the edge of the tub with his erection beckoning to her. Charlene tossed back her second glass of champagne, leaned forward, and swallowed him whole. She pumped his base while sucking hard and fast. The woman knew what she was doing. She slid up and down his cock, moving her hand along its length as she suckled on the very tip. She got down on it, alternating from full-on deep throat to intense tongue, lips, and teeth action on the sensitive head of his cock. In no time at all he lost control. He shot straight into her suction as she milked him dry, working out every last drop she could squeeze. He gripped her hair shoving all the way back down her throat with his climax.
After letting Charlene catch her breath, he climbed into the tub facing her. She wiped her mouth off and went to work on a third glass of champagne. She attempted to get him to join her, but instead he fed her strawberries while she knocked back her third and fourth glasses of Dom Pérignon.
Charlene was drunk as a skunk and having a blast. “Well don’t just sit there looking pretty with all that cock. Give me that monster.”
She reached out to take him in hand. In no time at all she tugged him back up to full size. With one smooth move she expertly mounted him. Her hot, tight cunt seated all the way down. Her legs out to each side––she ground down, rotating her hips back and forth, holding the side of the tub while stroking herself with the other hand.
His preternatural strength allowed him to pound and grind forcefully with an iron grip on her generous thighs. His powerful thrusts and her own playful hands brought her to the edge quickly.
Charlene reached came hard, crying out her pleasure in sexy little moans. He chose this moment to strike, burying his teeth in her neck while she humped him for all she was worth. He drank deeply, hitting that familiar domino effect of multiple, cascading orgasms. Charlene screamed and cried with the force of her repeated climaxes. Buried to the hilt, he came deep inside her, and released his bite. Charlene’s body had become liquid flesh, vibrating and quivering, unable to support herself. She heaved and gasped, making weird grunt noises, crying. It had been one hell of an intense ride for the middle-aged mother of two. He stood up in the bath with her in his arms, still impaled. She was too drunk and dazed to take notice of his uncommon strength.
He carried her from the bath. Every step he took brought a sweet wine from her lips, as she bounced on his cock. He laid her on the bed and carefully slid out from between her legs.
“Or lord.” She sighed and twitched as he pulled out.
He dreaded what he might find. Much to his relief she wasn’t bleeding. He didn’t know how common it was that women might bleed from a good hard pounding, but he definitely didn’t want to make a habit of it. He tucked her into bed and kissed her tenderly. Her exhaustion and intoxication dragged her down into unconsciousness. She smiled up at him with her venom-alcohol glazed eyes and slurred, “This is the best date I’ve ever had! Where were you twenty years ago?”
In my mother’s belly.
She passed out dead asleep with a slobbering half-smile pasted on her face. He dressed and headed out the door. Luckily, Charlene arranged for a thousand dollar prepayment for her two hour date through the agency’s merchant account. The woman was out cold, not waking up anytime soon. He felt a fleeting twinge of guilt for having shorted her on the time, but she got her money’s worth. No harm, no foul.
CHAPTER 20
Michelle made a stop at the mall to browse for some beauty products and found a couple pairs of sheer G-strings to purchase for her next adventure with Aaron ––scheduled for about 3 hours from now. She caught another taxi, arriving at the Ramada Inn at exactly eleven o’clock, right on time.
As she knocked on the door to Room 322, she hoped this wouldn’t be another disgusting politician. How nice it would be to spend her evening meeting someone enjoyable for a change. The man who answered the door seemed out of place. He didn’t fit the profile of the aging wealthy clients she usually dealt with. His young, fit, Latin looks and accent were too attractive. Why would he pay a thousand dollars an hour for a couple hours of fun when he could pick-up most women in a night club? He carried himself with assurance and confidence. Not the type who needed to pay for a woman’s attentions.
He introduced himself as Talco. Her finely honed instincts sensed something wrong. He didn’t follow her properly into the room. Instead he closed the door, locked it behind him, and remained where he stood. She stretched her senses, trying to smell, taste, hear, or feel what it was that had put her on the defensive. She heard two heartbeats and respirations in a nearby room, but nothing she could put her finger on as the source of her anxiety.
She turned around to study Talco. His aura exhibited the coloration of nervousness and anticipation––a fairly normal set of emotions for clients awaiting a prostitute. She noticed he had a hint of something else, like the caged aggression of a boxer preparing to enter the ring. He seemed to be guarding the door. By the time she realized that’s exactly what he was doing, it was too late.
Suddenly the side door leading to the adjoining room slammed open, and the two detectives she’d confronted two weeks earlier marched into the room. The look of recognition and satisfaction on their faces spoke volumes.
She turned whip-fast towards Talco and the door, but he was prepared for her with a Taser in hand. She surveyed the room for another possible exit and noticed both cops also had Tasers drawn and held in ready position.
She studied the unwholesome lust for violence and vengeance displayed in the detective’s auras. They lacked any of the benevolence found in decent law enforcement officials. This was not an arrest related to police business. This was premeditated murder.
As she considered her options she realized she was no longer alone in the world to face such dangers. She reached out to Aaron through the channel of their psychic bond and beamed a powerful directive: COME NOW! I NEED YOU! I’M TRAPPED!
With the confidence Aaron was on his way, she debated against waiting for him or taking extreme action alone. She preferred not to give the police a chance to do anything preemptive. She needed to do something to buy time for Aaron to arrive. She would take her chances and fight her way out.
