Escort Girls Bk 01 A Lady For Hire Pt 02

A Lady For Hire

Book One of The Escort Girls Anthology in Three Parts

By Magda McKune

Part Two

CHAPTER 5

I grabbed Tony's shoulder and shook him awake. "Tony! Wake up!"

Tony parted his eyes and tried to distinguish my shadowy form in his darkened bedroom. "Whah... Jett? What is it?"

I stood leaning over him -- my big breasts poking through the opening of the lacy negligee shawl I had quickly thrown on in my frightful haste. Part of my drunk had worn off only to be replaced by panic and confusion. "I woke up in my dark bedroom and didn't know where I was," I choked. "I was so scared."

"Shhhhh," he calmed, pulling the sheet aside for me to crawl into bed beside him. "It's all right -- I'm here." Even in the dark I could distinguish his handsome long form lying naked before me, but I wasn't aroused. I only needed to be held in his arms. Tony draped the blanket over my body as I snuggled close, his arm pulling me into to his chest. "You're shivering."

"Uh huh," I nodded, pressing my face tighter against his body. I felt like a stupid little girl running to daddy whenever she heard a rumble of thunder.

"It's all right," Tony whispered, gently caressing his hand up and down my spine. "It's all right."

I sighed and gradually slowed my breathing feeling the soft warmth of his naked flesh washing over my trembling form. The drunken stupor of that night had subsided to a nice numbing buzz. Perhaps that was why I was so disoriented when I woke up and didn't recognize my surroundings. "Thank you, Tony."

"For what?"

I nuzzled closer, my face pressing against his bare chest. "For being here."

"Try to go to sleep."

"You're so gentle and sweet."

"Mmmm hmmm."

For a fleeting moment I had a frightening thought about Maurice. "Tony?"

"Mmmm?"

"Will you always... will you always be here for me?"

"Yes sweetheart," he yawned sleepily. "Always."

"Tony?"

"Mmmm?"

"You're not... you're not a man, are you?"

"What?"

"I mean, you don't think you're a real man, do you?"

"A real man?"

"One who thinks he owns and rules women like they didn't even matter."

"No, Jett."

"That's good." I quietly slid my arm over his hip and onto his bare tush. "You're naked," I finally noticed.

"That's how I sleep."

I moved away just enough to shrug the garment from my shoulders under the blanket and shove it onto the floor. "Me too."

"That's nice."

I snuggled my naked body close to his, my senses drinking in the luscious scent and feeling of his manliness. "I like it when you touch me," I whispered softly.

"I'm glad."

"Do you like it when I touch you?"

"Yes."

I paused a moment, then cautiously inched my hand over his thigh and gently caressed the man's uncovered flesh. I was still shaking, though no longer from the original reason. I needed to touch him -- to find out for myself.

Tony somehow sensed my nervousness -- my hesitation in exploring his body. He moved one arm down my side, taking my wrist in his hand and guiding it between our bodies to touch his limp manhood. "I could tell you were curious," he murmured.

I tilted my face up closer to his, my fingers gently stroking and fondling his penis. "I never touched a white guy's... you know... "

"I know." He lowered his face, his lips meeting mine in a warm tender kiss.

"Tony?" I whispered. "Will you make love to me?"

He rested his chin on my forehead and let out a long deep sigh. "Perhaps later."

I expelled my breath and rested my good cheek against his chest. "Later... always later." Tony pressed nearer, his soft cock wedging between our bellies as his arm draped over my side, his fingers gliding softly along my spine and caressing the cheek of my rear. I closed my eyes and purred contentedly, thankful that my friend and protector was close by and eventually drifted off to sleep in his arms.

The next morning, I found myself back in my own bed, stark naked under the rumpled sheets. My mouth tasted like cotton and a demolition crew was swinging their iron wrecking ball against the side of my skull. Oh God I winced remembering fuzzy bits and pieces of Kiki bringing me home and my new roommate putting me to bed. He probably thinks I'm a damned idiot -- either that or a friggin' amateur that can't hold her liquor worth a rat's ass. My fingers absently scratched the sculpted hairs covering my pubic mound, recalling at one point trying to force some guy, maybe even Tony to touch me down there. Damn my brain was foggy. I also imagined I was in my roomie's bedroom at one point during the night but probably dreamed that part. Hell, in the bombed condition I was in the guy might have had his way with me and I'd have slept right through it.

Not that I'd mind -- only the sleeping through it part.

There was a half-glass of water on my night table and I downed it to wash away the dryness in my mouth. My fancy diamond J pendant lay beside the glass and I picked it up in my fingers. I remembered Tony leaning over me as he removed it from my neck. Did he stay and make love to me? I lowered my other hand back to my vagina, finding no residual evidence of intercourse. Maybe it was all just a crazy drunken dream.

I swung my legs over the edge and paused a moment to make sure the room stopped spinning before I stood and crossed to the closet. All my new clothes were there neatly arranged on one side. That sweet man I smiled, pulling a tee shirt from the hanger and sniffing the aroma of fresh coffee wafting in from the kitchen. I could almost get used to this. I finally emerged groggily from my room a few minutes later dressed in my new designer jeans and skin-tight baby blue tee shirt -- smiling to myself when I caught Tony at the island bar in the kitchen wearing the same outfit. You'd almost think we were twins.

"Morning, tiger," he chuckled, pouring himself a mug of hot coffee.

"Be gentle with me," I groaned flopping my weary frame onto the couch. "I feel like I drained every bottle in that bar."

"Coffee?"

"Sure."

He filled another mug and came over to my side, sitting on the corner of the low glass-top table. "Want an aspirin?"

I shook my head and accepted the cup. "Tony, did we... you know... do it... last night?"

The man smiled and shook his head. "No. I wouldn't take advantage of a woman in your condition. And besides, when we do it, believe me, you'll know."

"Did you say when?"

Tony grinned and sipped his coffee. "Just take it easy for a little while today," he said, quickly side-stepping the question. "You and Kiki should have a pretty easy job this evening. That is, if you're up to it."

"I imagine I better start earning my keep," I yawned, stretching my form out across the couch and hooking one hand behind my head. "So what's the job?"

"Two guys from Chicago -- factory workers -- here on a special company bonus, I guess. Some kind of company contest they won -- a big night out on the town. Their company hired Tony Rose Escorts for the evening to keep them entertained and make sure they don't get into any trouble. These guys are middle-income, middle-class working Joes looking for something a little more on the exotic side than anything extravagant."

"White?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Is that a problem?"

I sipped my coffee and shook my head. "Nope."

"These guys are beer-drinkers, so nothing classy or elegant. We don't want to make them feel ill at ease by placing them outside their comfort zone. Kiki will choose the places to go -- you just follow her lead and have fun."

I narrowed my eyes. "Just what did you mean by something on the exotic side?"

"A fantasy date. Black girl and a Hawaiian. Kiki will wear a traditional island dress and you can choose whatever you think is, shall we say... appropriate."

"Like what?" I chuckled. "A leopard skin?"

Tony smiled and nodded. "I like it!"

I expelled my breath in a guffaw. "I was only kidding!"

"But on you that would look very exotic."

"In your dreams, pal," I smirked.

"Do you have a valid driver's license?"

I frowned and nodded with reluctance. "Naomi does."

"Good," he said, rising and dropping a wad of bills and a set of car keys onto my tummy. "Here's five hundred and the keys to the Jag. Go find something nice but not too expensive for tonight and keep the rest as pocket spending money."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, setting the coffee mug on the glass table. Five hundred bucks and the keys to his precious Jaguar -- just like that! "Tony darling, you never cease to amaze me!"

"And when you get back," he added, moving to a shelf and picking up a stack of magazines. "I've got some homework for you." He carried the pile over and handed them to me -- about a dozen men's magazines ranging from Sports Illustrated and GQ to Hustler, Playboy, and some rags that were just plain smut. "If you're going to communicate with male clients on their level, you're going to have to think like they think -- know what they know."

I picked up an issue of Screw, gawking at the big-chested blonde chick on the cover. "Do you actually read this shit?"

Tony shook his head. "Cosmo, Elle, National Enquirer, Soap Opera Digest -- "

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, flipping open the publication to see the same huge-titted cover girl being porked doggie-style by some well-hung black stud. "What if this porno shit gets me all hot and bothered?"

"Masturbate."

I grinned at him. "Is that what you do?"

He smiled. "Women's magazines aren't as stimulating."

My eyes returned to the steamy pictorial. "I can see it all now," I scowled. "This is all just a sneaky plot to keep yourself surrounded by horny women."

"You found me out."

"Pervert."

Tony leaned over, crooking and twitching a finger by my nose. "I can certainly offer some relief in the frustration department if your needs become too great."

I grabbed his finger in my hand and pulled it to my mouth, seductively kissing the tip. "Is that the only way you'll offer relief?" I wagged my eyebrows, surprising even myself at my boldness and half-hoping he'd call my bluff.

The man shrugged and gently took back his hand. "Perhaps later."

My breath expelled in an exasperated sigh as I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. "Later, later, later!" I muttered, fanning myself with a glossy erotic pictorial. "You sound like a damn parrot!"

I found just the outfit I was looking for at the mall store Kiki had shown me -- a white zebra-print vest and watching mini skirt. Toss in a pair of white open-toes shoes and long black feathery earrings and you've got exotic as hell. The whole ensemble came to less than $175. I felt a little uneasy about keeping so much of Tony's leftover money on my person. A Victoria's Secret boutique was a few doors down so I decided to drop a couple hundred more on a variety of frilly naughty-but-niceties. Hell, if I was going to be spending much more time at my boss' place I should at least wear something nice for him. Get him to notice me as it were. Tee shirts and jeans were all right for most occasions but I also wanted to show off my dangerous curves and make my new benefactor proud that he chose to help and train me.

I picked up a few see-through nighties and lace teddies, some sensuous silk and lace panties and bras (for personal, not professional use), silk hose and a sheer coppery transparent vest. No underwear on the job he instructed, but as Kiki so eloquently put it, at home anything goes! I had also made up my mind that if Tony were to make the first move on me I wouldn't resist. Hell, I owed the man so much already that to refuse his arduous advances would seem petty and inconsiderate.

But he had to be the one to make the first move.

A momentary shiver coursed through my body. What if Kiki was right? What if after I experienced sex with a white guy, I wouldn't enjoy black men anymore? Then again so what? I had a sexual relationship with a black guy before and where did it get me? Knocked up, reamed out and beat to shit. Fuck that. Tony sure as hell couldn't do me any worse. I guess I'd never find out if my roommate/boss didn't attack. I was determined to dress and act as provocative and seductive as I possibly could to practically guarantee it.

I sauntered out of my bedroom wearing my new zebra outfit ready for my first night out as a professional escort. Tony sat in an easy chair reading a checkout-rack women's magazine and listening to Mozart on the Stereo. I crossed in front of him, turning in a slow circle to model my new clothes. "Exotic enough?"

Tony glanced over the top of the latest issue of Elle, his eyes widening. "Holy fucking God Almighty!"

"I take that as a yes." I smiled demurely and moved into his lap, removing the magazine from his hands and dropping it onto the floor. "I just want to thank you again," I cooed seductively.

"For what?"

"Oh... everything." I wrapped my arm around his neck and leaned onto him resting my cheek against his forehead. "These new clothes, this job, a place to stay -- just... everything."

"Oh well, in that case you're very welcome."

My finger absently began to draw little circles on his bare chest. "Tony darling... you don't mind it when I call you darling?"

"Nope."

"Tony darling, do you find me attractive?"

"Of course I do."

"Stimulating?"

"Absolutely."

"Perhaps even... arousing?"

He tilted his head back and raised his eyebrows with a bemused smile. "What brought this on?"

"Oh I don't know," I mused coyly, following the line of his jaw with my finger. "It's just that we're... well, you know... living together now and you never once made the first move on me." I adjusted my position in his lap to press my body even closer into him. "If you were to say, sneak into my bedroom some night and said you wanted me... and if I wanted you to... well, you know..." I raised a hand and caressed his cheek, pausing and biting my lip. "I wouldn't exactly... resist."

"You've had a rough time of it these last couple days," he soothed softly. "I'm sure that once you get your bearings and feel more like yourself, we can talk about it."

I sighed and sank against him, resting my head on his shoulder. "Talk, talk, talk!" I muttered. "What I need is a man of action!"

Tony laughed softly and wrapped his arm around my back to give an affectionate squeeze. "Don't worry sweetheart," he chuckled. "You just keep wearing outfits like this one and I'll be showing you plenty of action before you know it!"

"Don't tell me," I exhaled in a weary sigh. "Later."

"Mmm hmm."

I smiled and kissed him warmly on the cheek. "Then I'll take that as a definite maybe."

"Definitely."

The phone rang and I hopped up from his lap to get it. "Tony's place!" I answered merrily.

"Sounds like a pizza parlor."

"Kiki!" I laughed. "Where are you?"

"Calling from the car phone," she explained. "Your ride is waiting outside."

"Down in a sec," I answered, hanging up and grabbing my new matching white clutch purse from the chair. "Gotta go!" I kissed Tony on the forehead and headed for the door. "Don't wait up!"

"Just remember," he called to my back. "Have fun!"

I paused at the door and blew him a two-finger kiss before leaving. I stepped out of the building onto the sidewalk, practically dropping my purse in shock. Your ride is here my ass. It was a frigging gray stretch limousine about a half a block long with a young white boy standing by the rear door in a crisp matching gray uniform. "Good evening, Ma'am," he smiled, tipping his cap and opening the door. "My name is Hal. I'll be your driver for the evening."

I stepped forward cautiously and peered into the car. Kiki grinned and waved back at me. She wore a traditional Hawaiian costume of wraparound flower-print sarong skirt knotted at one hip with a matching print halter-top. A large purple flower decorated her hair over one ear. "Jungle girl!" she laughed merrily.

"Rrrrowwrr!" I purred, sliding in beside her. "Hot hot!" Hal shut the door and walked to the driver's side. "So where are our dates?" I asked.

"We'll pick them up at their hotel then on to the Golden Dragon."

"You made all the arrangements?"

"Yep." She placed a hand on my knee. "Nervous?"

"A little."

"Don't think of it as a job," she coached. "Just have fun."

"Okay," I exhaled, forcing a small smile. "I promise I'll have fun."

Hal pulled up to the curb in front of the Plaza Hotel, climbing out and entering the foyer to verify that our clients were there and ready to go. Two men followed him out dressed in fairly inexpensive suits and didn't appear to be all too comfortable in them. Kiki and I alit from the back of the limo onto the sidewalk and the two introduced themselves as Cal and Bob. I could instantly tell that Bob was enamored with me, partly from my getup and probably from never having dated a black chick before. I sauntered up to him and gently stroked his tie with my fingers. "I'm Jett of the Jungle," I purred sexily.

"Me Bob!" he grunted with a grin.

"Well Bob," I cooed, loosening his tie a fraction. "Ready for two girls to show you a night on the town?"

"Sounds great to me!"

I smiled demurely, pulling him by the lapel towards the back of the limousine. "Let's go then!" The driver held the door for us and I climbed in first, taking the back seat with Bob moving close beside me. Cal and Kiki sat in the seat across from us facing the rear.

"Where are we heading?" Cal asked, his arm draped around my partner's shoulder.

"The Golden Dragon," Kiki nodded. "Very exotic Japanese grill and sushi bar."

The man frowned. "Raw fish?"

"You'll love it," she smiled crossing her long slender legs, the slit skirt parting to reveal thigh all the way up to her hip. "Especially the way we serve it!"

My date's eyes grew wide at the ample unabashed display of female flesh. I took Bob's hand and guided it to my bare knee. "Tonight is supposed to be a fantasy evening filled with pleasures and adventures we hope you'll remember for a long time."

"Count me in!" Bob grinned, his hand caressing my dark calf.

The Golden Dragon offered authentic Oriental cuisine with paper walls between the room and sliding wooden doors. We left our shoes at the entrance and kneeled on the little floor mats; our dinner served by Asian women in traditional Geisha garb.

Neither Cal nor Bob could get the hang of drinking a thimbleful of warm Saki from porcelain cups so Kiki quickly remedied the situation by ordering the servant girl to bring us a bottle of whiskey. That got the boys loosened up. I wasn't much of a hard liquor drinker. That shit tasted like kerosene burning all the way down my throat. But as Tony said, "The client drinks, you drink." We passed the bottle around with Kiki laughing and feeding Cal raw fish with her fingers. After a modest amount of booze, we all began to get much more comfortable and relaxed and started having a really great time.

At one point I decided to make a trip to the little girl's room. I struggled drunkenly to my feet I noticed our bottle of liquor was nearly empty. I needed to pace myself or I'd pass out on my first escorting gig. "I'll pick up another bottle," I hiccupped. "On my way back."

Damn! My first job and I was already half-plastered before we were even through dinner. I wove my way down the hall finally comprehending why Kiki and Tony made sure I was able to handle my liquor. It could certainly ruin a nice intimate evening if the escort unceremoniously barfed and passed out. I resolved to take sips from then on and not try to keep up with the heavy-hitters.

I caught our servant girl on the return and she graciously supplied me with another liter of Jack Daniel's sour mash and I headed back to our room. I opened the door and stood frozen in my tracks, nearly dropping the fresh bottle in shock. Bob lay on his back on the bare wooden floor, his pants and underwear pulled down to his knees. Kiki kneeled between his legs, her floral skirt flipped up over her back with her head bobbing up and down the shaft of his pale white dick. As my horny young mentor proceeded to blow my date, Cal slammed away from behind into her hot Hawaiian pussy doggie-style. Damn, the girl was right -- a fucking nymphomaniac if ever there was one! I left her alone for only a few minutes and she ended up taking on both our dates at once!