Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
If she wanted to use her customers as her excuse to leave, then I’d become one.
I managed to wait all of fifteen minutes before setting out to find Daniel. Ian said he made shit happen for Carina, so I’d make sure he made shit happen for me. Sure, I’d only met him a handful of times when he and his business partner ventured to New York with Ian, but I was determined. I spotted him at the corner of the bar at the register, away from the busiest crowds.
The perfect place to talk.
“I want to fuck one of your employees.”
“No. Now, fuck off,” he answered without even looking up.
I placed flat hands on the counter as if staking my spot and letting him know I wasn’t leaving. “I’m serious.”
“Me, too. I don’t run a prostitution ring.”
“Good to know. But I am dead fucking serious about the French maid—Amara.”
Finally, Daniel looked up, leveling me with his piercing blue eyes. He closed the register and studied me. I stood still, letting him gauge my request. Something flashed behind his cold eyes that had me wondering if he possibly had feelings for her.
Despite barely knowing Daniel, I knew enough from Ian that he was married and was a good man. No, if he cared about Amara, it wasn’t romantic.
I held steady, unblinking, letting him know I wouldn’t back down from this. His glower softened at whatever he saw behind my eyes. If it was anything like the desperate need to have her thrumming in my bones, I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.
With a heavy sigh, he broke our staring contest and rummaged around the register for a paper and pen. He didn’t say a word until he scribbled something on it and folded it before passing it to me.
“If she gives her consent, then give her this,” he explained without letting the paper go. “I’m trusting you won’t read this.”
“I’m trusting it’s not a note telling her to report me,” I tossed back. Who the hell knew what he wrote? Maybe it was something that threw me under the bus.
“I can promise it’s not that.”
“Good. Then I can promise I won’t read it.”
He nodded and let it go, watching while I carefully tucked the note away in my breast pocket.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome and good luck. You’re going to need it.”
I smiled confidently the entire way to the back hall, where the iPads were to create my fantasy for the night. Scrolling through the selections like I was at a buffet for every sexual delight, I tried to imagine Amara in every one, but my mind kept coming back to Carina’s lips sucking on her tight nipple.
Scrolling past the gang bang, student-teacher, questionable consent, masturbation, and every other fantasy I could dream up, I found what I was looking for.
Three French Hens.
Perfect.
Chapter 5
Amara
“You ready?” Sasha asked while adjusting her breasts to make sure they were on perfect display.
“Hell, yeah. How ’bout you, Katrina?” I asked the other woman waiting outside the door with us.
“Fuck, yes. I’ve been wanting to play with your tits for a long time.”
“I guess today is your lucky day.”
“They really are epic,” Sasha gushed.
I dramatically preened under their compliments.
When Daniel hired me, he informed me I would have mostly the same partner throughout my employment. It created a level of comfort and added to the reality of each scene. Beau was my male partner, but when I wanted to do more, he set me up with Sasha, the blonde bombshell at Voyeur.
I’d never performed with Katrina, but we talked all the time when we were there. When Sasha and I discussed the charity event, Katrina offered to join us for our three French Hens. She was the perfect middle to our threesome with her pale skin like Sasha’s and her dark hair like mine. I’d always found her exotic beauty attractive.
I’d been excited about the prospect, but after the small orgasm from Carina, and the offer from Atlas, my blood hummed with the need for more.
Atlas had been right; I needed more than soft pets and sucks. In the end, it only left me more on edge than I’d been when I started. I stood on the precipice, and I felt wild enough to jump.
“Customer is ready,” Andy, the guard outside of our room, announced.
“Let’s go.”
We paraded into the bedroom, ignoring the Voyeur watching from the darkened corner of the room. Customers had the option to watch from a private room through a one-way glass wall or be in the room, mostly hidden from sight.
I loved when they chose to be in the room. I loved knowing they were there to watch me.
“I think we should help the new maid relax,” Sasha started.
“Oh, I love that idea,” Katrina concurred.
“But this is the owner’s bedroom. Shouldn’t we go somewhere else?” I asked, feigning innocence.