Lissette looked at the business card stuck to her mirror. She had been staring at it everyday for a month. Every time she looked at the card she saw his eyes, a set of piercing blues that gave you shivers and heated you all at once. His eyes were not the only thing that haunted her. She constantly thought about the feel of his hands, the stroke of his tongue, and best of all the fit of his cock. Every carnal part of her wanted to dial his number. She let out a puff of air and pressed the digits.
Really what is the worst that can happen? He doesn't remember you? He doesn't want to see you? You won't die. Well maybe of shame.
The phone rang once. The phone rang twice. Lissette decided she would hang up after the third ring. At least she called so she is not a punk. In the middle of the third ring he picked up.
"Hello."
"Hello, uhhh, uhhh," Lissette stuttered, she realized she had no idea whom to ask for. "Um I would like to speak to Mr. Mercedes." Perhaps that would trigger his memory.
"Speaking. I am glad you called." He smiled remembering the name she called him the day they met.
"Okay."
Of course you are.
"Would you like to meet somewhere?"
Wow, that was easy.
"Hmm okay. How about Panera Bread in West Orange? Let's say tomorrow around one."
"No, I want to see you today. Six is good for me? How about you?" He was not about to give her a chance to sleep on it.
He sure is eager.
Lissette was surprised at his insistence. "I can do six. See you then."
After hanging up Lissette threw herself face down on her bed and screamed into her pillow.
What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing? I must be insane.
She gathered herself and put an outfit together. She wanted to look sexy, but not like she was trying to hard.
*******
Lissette arrived at Panera Bread at five. She wanted to get there early to give herself some time to relax. As she walked in the door she spotted him sitting in the far corner looking over some papers.
Damn there goes my advantage. Freak he looks good.
She approached him with a smile on her face.
"Ahem." Lissette faked coughed to get his attention
"You're early." He rose to greet her.
His eyes travelled up her body, and rested at her cleavage. The maxi dress she wore did a poor job of obscuring the object of his desire. Lissette caught Brent staring at her breasts. He seemed to forget they were in public. For a man that looked so polished and had an air of breeding he was quite crass sometimes. Their eyes met registering the mutual attraction was still there. He leaned into to kiss her on her cheek. They inhaled each other like dogs in heat. He was wearing her favourite scent for men, Polo Sport. To him, her scent was crisp and intoxicating. He pulled out her chair for her to take a seat. It gave him the opportunity to caress her back. Her nipples hardened at his touch.
She lifted her eyes to his as his hand lingered on her back. "And so are you."
"Great minds." He offered her toothy grin soaked in charm. "Can I get you something?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you."
Brent smiled. "Yes you are."
Lissette blushed. He was getting to her again, and she did not want to go there. At least not until some understanding about what was going on between them was reached. She was in mega lust, and if this was just going to be all about the sex she was open to it. She just had to know up-front. If he wanted more, that would take some consideration and serious caution.
"I have some questions." Lissette started.
"I am not surprised. Let's get down to business, because I have some questions for you too." He placed the papers he was looking over into his briefcase.
Lissette laughed nervously, everything now had an air of formality to it. She licked and pursed her lips, before beginning. "First thing, what is your name?"
"I like Mr. Mercedes, but other people call me Brent. Now it's my turn."
"Okay," Lissette replied slowly. She had not anticipated having to answer any questions about herself.
"Why did you let me fuck you?" Saying the words and watching her face as she contemplated the answer caused a heat to rise in his neck.
"Hmm." She gave him at sly smile. "I was horny. It was hot. And you were available."
Brent laughed. He was not expecting that answer at all.
"Okay Brent, why me?"
"Why you what?"
Lissette looked at him trying to see if he seriously did not follow the implication in her question. "Why did you choose to hit on me, then follow me into the library and fuck me?"
Brent face lost all humour as he formulated the answer to Lissette's question. He knew that possibly the truth would make her run screaming.
"I told you when we first met; you were made for sex. And I should know. I own one of the largest pleasure service companies in the state. When I saw you in April I knew you would be perfect addition to my stable. The bumping into you was staged. After talking to you the next step was to fuck you...to test you out."
His words drenched Lissette like ice-water. Her face registered the horror she felt inside. "Did I just hear you correctly? Oh...my...God, you're a pimp. This is insane. I knew this was too good to be true." Lissette got up in a rush, ready to bolt out of the restaurant.
Brent quickly grabbed her wrist commanding her to sit down. He did not want her walking out angry, or disappointed in herself or him. Since their time together his mind had been in turmoil. He was conflicted about her calling, because he knew he would have to tell her the truth. Now he was concerned about what she thought of him.
What the fuck is that about?
Lissette wrenched her hand away but sat back down. She was on the verge of tears, but didn't want him to see her cry. "What the fuck did I get into? And what the hell you mean since April?"
"I've been collecting data on you since April."
"If you've been watching me since April then you will know that my dad is chief of police. Is that was this is about, compromising a cop's daughter? What for? Leverage? You are a fuckwad." She folded her hands under her breasts, throwing icy daggers at him.
Brent recoiled inwardly at Lissette's anger, but was determined to play it cool. "You have not gotten into anything. We're just two adults who had a nice time. A very very nice time. Of course I know your dad is a cop, but that is irrelevant. I have no interest in leverage, or whatever seedy motive you think I might have. I want you." He said it with such confidence and determination.
Lissette looked in his face searching for any sign of deception. There was none.
He really fucking wants me...as one of his whores.
Brent saw Lissette's face was impassive so he launched into the story of when he first laid eyes on her. "I saw you in April on Main Street. You were battling an umbrella in a downpour. As you were struggling to fix it the wind blew up your bright yellow strapless dress. The vision of your ass clad in that lacy black boy shorts is seared in my brain. Your thick sexy thighs..." Brent's voice got low and trailed off as he seemed to get lost in the memory. His cock hardened as the image of her that day flooded his brain and combined with how he took her in the library. "I thought a girl like you should be naked all the time. And when you turned around and those beautiful DD's pointed at me, I knew you were perfect."
Lissette listened to Brent go on about the day he saw her. She tried not to focus on his words which were having rousing effect. She was getting so inside herself trying to fight him the last thing she heard was "three years." "Huh?"
"Why did you stop having sex three years ago?"
"What?"
"Before that day in the library with me you had not had sex in three years. Why?"
"That is none of your business," Lissette snapped. "And how the hell do you know that?"
Brent reached into his briefcase, and handed Lissette the file he was looking over. Here he was again breaking rules and crossing boundaries, just for her. She thumbed through it. She did not know if to be flattered or freaked. The file was comprehensive to the point of having her medical records. That is how he knew she had not had sex in three years.
This is so crazy. I am really lost for words. He has really covered his bases. Should I be scared? I should be scared, but I am not. What is wrong with me?
Brent broke her train of thought. He had to bring the conversation back on track. "Why did you call? I was beginning to think that you weren't going to."
"So did I, but I was curious about you. Now I kinda wished I wasn't. But answer me this. I'm sure your business would be more profitable with girls that look like Halle Berry. Why me?"
"We have some of those, but I believe in providing variety. Men have all sorts of appetites." He looked at her and licked his lips. "You are beautiful. And I'm not just saying that so I can hire you. You are. Also, you have a certain, je n'ai sais quois. And I understand that what I just told you came as a shock, but the choice is yours all the way." Brett said that almost believing it himself. But after months of watching her pictures and thinking about her he knew he was drawn to her more that he could openly admit.
Lissette bit the inside of her lips trying to decide if she should just walk out now. As difficult as it was to digest what Brent just told her, she was fascinated. Anybody who can approach a cop's daughter, and offer her a job as a prostitute surely had a pair of big bass ones.
Brent saw her eyes relax and used that as his opening. "Are you interested?"
