Thanks for your votes and comments.
The jazz club was just the start.
Hope you enjoy the next chapter with Yaz.
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Half-asleep, one eye on the clock.
Five and twenty past seven, closing.
So tired, aching.
Recalling, back to his place, huge bed.
Straddling thighs, grinding, urging.
Answering to Cairn, suggesting Celtic heritage.
Dubious, thinking Scandinavian.
Blue eyes, hypnotic, shining.
Fascinated by the tattoos, unexpected.
Huge hands, nipples, fingers twisting, pulling.
Rolling over, arms trembling.
Gentle for a big guy, considerate, perceptive.
Deducing how I wanted it, hard, rough.
Seeming shocked, use of language.
Dirty, explicit: me, not him.
He was good, very good.
Left around two, picking up a cab.
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Lying quietly, listening, in your bed.
Our bed.
Hearing your breathing, steady, exhaling slowly.
Tempting to play, waiting to be asked.
Slipping out, turning on the water, brushing.
Musing, self-admonishing.
The Pleasure Parlour, think about it.
What you paid, for me.
What they paid, to me.
No comparison, no choice.
Needed the work, cash in hand.
No way out.
Now, an opportunity, a future.
Fingertip test, optimum, stepping forward.
Water streaming, eyes closed, revelling.
Soaping, squeezing, invading lips.
New role, variation of the old story.
Lady in the drawing room, whore in the bedroom.
Your personal whore, wherever.
Compensating for my time, a stipend of sorts, generous.
Appreciating early advance, a kindness.
Clothing allowance, accessories for display.
Other expenditure, for discussion.
Withdrawing, unsatisfied, for now.
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Kitchen, entering, black satin robe.
Wet hair, dark, shiny, so alluring.
A missed droplet, falling.
A fingertip, pouncing.
Taking stool, smiling, crumbling to ashes.
Anything, just anything, besotted.
Breaking fast, ravenous, restorative.
Sliding off, clearing dishes, turning.
Heart in mouth, impulsive, so unlike self.
"I want you to call Dominique."
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Working, like all days.
Weekdays for clients, weekends for pleasure.
Creating beauty, utility, at a price.
Glancing through the window, pausing, reflecting.
Tool in hand.
Knew what she wanted, a spade is a spade.
Four-letter words, English, accent, French.
Friendly co-operation, allies.
Gave her my number, no reciprocation.
Unsurprising, but saddening, reflecting.
Possibilities endless, no facts, cease theorising.
Capital error, Sherlock Holmes.
Enlightenment, the inn, serving, evenings.
"Maybe she'll remember me?"
-- -- -- --
Eyes locking, statues.
New role, first commission, unexpected.
Pet to a dominatrix, with voyeur, you.
Phone, accessing, contacts.
Looking up, silent want of confirmation.
-- -- -- --
Arousing, always has been, an escape.
Girls together, intimate.
Reading, listening, viewing, never live.
Dominique and Yaz.
A match made in erotica.
"Go on, hit it!"
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As if by fiat, abject panic.
Switching to loudspeaker, hand shaking.
Voice trembling, what to say?
No idea.
Holding breath, hearing ringing, helpless.
Still ringing, eyes locking, hearts in mouths.
Tension rising, still ringing, sudden click, a pause.
Gushing arousal, flooding.
A soft voice, clear, controlling.
"Say nothing or this is over before it starts."
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Recognising, the jazz club, picturing.
The braids, the dress, the heels, the curves.
