This story was written by myself and a dear friend of mine who would like to remain anonymous. We hope you enjoy it!! No plans for a sequel, but we might be persuaded! *wink and laugh* Feedback is always welcome and often encouraged!
Lacey Martin fingered the smooth coated business card between her fingers, flipping it over only to caress it again. What had she been thinking?! This was crazy! She was a well respected business woman, rational, smart, witty and yet she had acted on pure impulse and dialled the number printed on this little white card.
With a sigh, she glanced back down at it, her nerves suddenly humming through her veins. His name was Trent and apparently he had a gift that got his name spread around secretly through high society women. Brenda had rolled her eyes and sighed fondly when she had handed the card to her. "He's a god with that mouth of his and those hands. Oh!" She had raved and swooned, her cheeks pink as she fanned herself. "Oh Lacey, try him! I swear he's better than any vibrator on the market!"
It had been a while...a long while since Lacey had been with a man and she hadn't entirely missed it, but lately...Lately the idea of a warm body next to hers sounded good, only she knew no men who wanted her just for her. It was always about the money, the business...what THEY could get. They tried their best to charm her, court her, capture her interest...once bitten, twice shy, she told herself. One had caught her. Made her believe in him, then THEM and then he had turned just as all the others. Only he had been clever and cunning...no more of that! She just wanted a moment... a moment to feel like a woman again and maybe this Trent fellow could do it.
Glancing at her clock, she noticed that he had approximately ten minutes to show up at her door. She had cash on hand ready, dressed her in a casual business suit, her long hair drawn back in a bun as per usual. She wanted to make it clear to him...no funny business. Just one night, cash up front...now he worried. What did he look like? What was he like? What sort of man would DO this sort of thing?
Shaking her head, she sighed, took another sip of her red wine and lounged back while she waited.
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Trent stretched as he checked his reflection in the mirror clad only in his Calvin Klien boxer shorts. His hips swung slightly in time to the music pounding on his stereo. At only twenty-five he already had a taste for the finer things in life and his chosen 'sideline' was lucrative enough to support it.
His long slender body was finely toned; the muscles clearly visible and hard and his tanned skin gleamed after his shower. Bobbing along to the music, he dabbed on his Eternity for men as he grinned at his reflection. The emerald green eyes sparkling back at him were filled with both a maturity beyond his years and a hint at the mischievousness of youth. He was in the prime of life and he knew it; he was young, handsome, healthy and the ladies loved it.
He had discovered by the age of eighteen that he had a deep love of women. Not just your average male appreciation, but a special understanding of them and what skills were needed to give them exactly what they desired. He had quickly learned how to exploit it to his own benefit. And he loved to do that.
Sliding along to the rhythm of the beat, he gradually dressed in time to the music. The white Egyptian cotton shirt felt cool on his skin as he tightened his silk tie. His dark blue Armani suit was expensive, but both he and his clients demanded no less.
Buckling on his Rolex, Trent noticed he had more than enough time before the scheduled appointment to make it to her home. Humming the words of the song, he snatched up his golden cuff links and slipped them into his shirt's button holes at his wrist.
A final glance in the mirror to check that he looked immaculate made him frown at his dark blond hair. It was quite short but had been left a little flat by the shower. Tutting, he spread his fingers and ran them though it to create a tousled effect. He hated it to look too neat and tidy; slightly unkempt was more natural and suited his free spirit better.
Satisfied, he winked, clicked his tongue and used the remote to flick off the stereo. A deep slow breath and he settled himself into business mode. Tonight's client was a new customer and she had sounded a little skittish and hesitant on the phone. He would have to work her properly if she was to become a regular of his.
At one minute to his appointment he was stood before her door. He waited until the smooth glide of the second hand on his dial swept around to the correct time. Punctuality was everything with women of this type. Professional, high powered, business women. The sort of woman who had to spend all day in control, while not showing a hint of their femininity.
THAT was the main reason he was so successful. With him, they were freed to be the softer woman inside. The payment gave them permission to relax and let him take control.
A quick, but firm rap on her door announced his arrival to her.
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The short rap at the door startled her out of thought. Setting her drink down, Lacey slowly stood and wiped nervous hands against the material of her pant suit she had worn that very morning. Another rap and she grasped the doorknob and took a deep breath before swinging it open. There stood her man...correction, her appointment. Her heart tripped and skidded, then kicked into overdrive. Brenda hadn't been lying about his looks. Dear god, he was fine!
"Trent?" She asked, amazed that her voice still held firm.
He flashed her his best smile and gave a curt nod. "Lacey Martin...a pleasure." His voice reminded her of sinfully dark chocolate cake, smothered in equally rich icing...the kind of dessert she only got once a year on her birthday and claimed was better than sex. She couldn't do this, could she? He looked so young, so...good.
"May I come in?" He asked smoothly, slightly amused by her thoughtful pause. They were all nervous to begin with and yet it never ceased to bring a small thrill when they finally smiled and stepped aside, giving him access. She did just that. Fluttered a hand up and then laughed softly.
"I'm so sorry, yes, come in." Professional business meeting...treat it as such. She told herself and shut the door behind him. He was big...tall and filled out his suit very well...too well, she thought to herself and hid a smile. Maybe she could go through with it...what was the harm? One time. No strings, no worries?
Leading the way to the couch, she gestured for him to sit and took a seat near, but not too near. "Drink?"
He shook his blond head and met her gaze with his own cool collected one. "No thank you...at least, not right now." He smiled charmingly and relaxed back in the soft plush couch, sliding his eyes over her frame as she crossed her legs primly and grasped one knee with both hands.
Lacey cleared her throat softly and licked her suddenly dry lips. "I..." Pause and breath, "have never done anything like this, so you'll have to forgive me...I'd like to hear a little about what you...do...err...provide?" An awkward flush coloured her soft pale cheeks as she smiled nervously. Good one! She thought, very clever!
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