When she had arrived at work that morning, Monica had dragged her into her office to discuss what had happened last night with the escort that Amanda had hired.
“We had sex,” Amanda said, her cheeks turning slightly pink as she sat down in her chair. Monica perched herself on the corner of the desk. “And?” she prompted.
“It was fantastic,” she sighed, breaking into a smile for the first that day. “He knew exactly what he was doing, he was sweet, considerate, and gorgeous. I mean, really, really gorgeous. And the way he kissed me, oohh.” Her eyes closed as she remembered Steve's lips on hers. “Monica, he was the definition of perfection.”
Monica smiled. “I knew you'd enjoy it. Money well spent?”
Amanda nodded, her smile falling from her face as she remembered paying Steve to be with her.
“I have to get crunching these numbers,” she said, blinking back tears. Monica nodded, stating she had two reports on her desk that were due yesterday. Amanda smiled, hugged her friends and closed her office door.
Now she was sitting at her desk, staring out the window, watching the world go by.
She bit her trembling lip when the sad thought crossed her mind that the only way she would ever experience sex or intimacy again would be by hiring someone for a couple of hours.
She grabbed her purse and pulled out Steve's business card. She stared at it with want and desire, her body tingling as she remembered his lips caressing her body, sucking on her nipples until they were hard as diamonds and how his hands expertly explored her body with a passion she had never felt before.
Payment or not, Steve had actually wanted to be with her. His eyes had been filled with lust as he entered her swollen flesh. She suddenly felt a little better about everything that had happened.
By the time lunch rolled around, Amanda's mood had changed. She was in a foul mood. Her report had taken forever to complete, one of the interns had spilt coffee on her and the photocopier had somehow managed to shoot toner all over her nice white blouse.
She stormed out of the office, wearing her black jacket covering the mess that was her blouse. Her feet hurt as her shoes pinched and her hair was just a mess. She was going out to buy a new top, grab some lunch and some gel inserts for her heels, then she'd be back at her desk, fluttering around until it was time for her to leave.
Amanda stormed out of her building and marched down the street.
Twenty minutes later, she had bought a new top which she had changed into immediately after leaving the store.
She stopped to look in a jewellery store window, staring at engagement rings, knowing that she's probably never be in possession of one.
Her head snapped up.
Standing before her was Steve.
“S-s-s-Steve,” she stammered, her eyes growing wide as she backed off a little.
He looked different. His blonde hair was slicked back and he was wearing an expensive black suit, with a blood red silk tie.
He caught her elbow as she teetered in her heels. “Well, that was graceful,” she said, smoothing down her black pencil skirt.
Steve grinned, his eyes lighting up. “So, what were you looking at?” he asked, nodding his head as an indication. Amanda turned her head. “Nothing, really,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Steve arched an eyebrow but said nothing.
They walked in silence until Steve asked her how she was doing.
“Good. Fine. I had a photocopier throw up its toner all over me, a report that was suppose to have only taken an hour to complete, ended up taking me four hours, and a stupid little intern that has no real business about being in the company spilt his coffee on me, so I had to come out to buy a new blouse.” She glanced up at him. “I'm so sorry, Steve. I'm having a bad day.”
Steve pulled her over to a bench and sat down next to her. “It certainly sounds that way,” he said, leaning back, his strong, muscular legs parted slightly.
Amanda couldn't help but stare, licking her lips, as she remembered those strong legs wrapped around her. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She was lusting after a man that was not available to her. The story of her life.
“So, how can we turn your bad day into something that puts a smile on your face?” Steve asked, suggestively. Amanda looked up at him and saw that mischievous twinkle in his eye that she had seen the night before. Right before he had rubbed her clitoris with such fury as their bodies gyrated against each other, exhuming all the pleasure they could from each other.
“I don't know,” she replied, desperately thinking of something non-arousing. Dead puppies. Her grandmother. That stupid intern from her office. “Shoot me?”
Steve arched his eyebrow. “Do we have another option? One that doesn't result in the death of a wonderful woman.”
It was Amanda's turn to arch her eyebrow. “Wonderful woman? You wouldn't be killing a wonderful woman. It would just be me. Trust me, I could do for an eternity of sleep right now.”
Steve frowned. “OK, that eternity of sleep thing was a little funny, but Amanda, you are a wonderful woman. I know I haven't known you for very long, but what I saw of you last night already proves my point. You're wonderful, you're sweet, you're kind, and above all, you are beautiful.”
Amanda stared up at him. That mischievous look had gone. “And how many women have you told that to?” she said, rudely, before getting up and walking off, leaving Steve sitting alone, looking perplexed.
Back in the office, Amanda was over come with guilt. All Steve was trying to do was boost her self-confidence and she had shot him down and acted like a spoilt brat. How the hell was she suppose to work when all she could think of was him?
She stared at his business card, biting her lower lip, tasting her strawberry lip gloss. That's it. She was going to call him, apologise and should he accept it, she was then going to book another couple of hours with him.
She picked up the phone before promptly putting it down again. She couldn't call him directly. Not after how abrasive she had been.
Amanda tapped her long French tipped nails on her desk. Sighing, she picked up the phone and began to dial...
Steve stood outside the hotel, a card in his hand. He had been booked tonight, but when the escort agency rang to say that someone offered to pay double for his company for the entire night, he couldn't pass it up.
He studied the card. Ms. Prescott, room 1216. No first name given. Sighing, he stepped inside the lobby.
Ten minutes later, he was standing at the entrance to room 1216. He straightened his tie, smoothed back his hair and knocked loudly.
“It's open,” came a woman's voice from inside.
Steve opened the door. The room was huge. A suite in fact. A large, king size bed sat centre of the room, a small lounge like area near the window with a large flat screen TV mounted on the wall. He could see a bottle of red wine sitting next to two glasses. Ms. Prescott has clearly done this before, he thought as he entered the room.
Except, there was no sign of her.
Steve stepped out onto the balcony. Aside from a couple of potted plants and two iron chairs, it was empty.
Steve headed back in, moving over to the bathroom. The door was shut. He knocked. “Ms. Prescott?” he called.
“You may enter,” came a woman's voice.
Steve pushed open the door and gasped.
Sitting in a large bubble bath was Amanda.
Steve's jaw dropped. “Amanda? What the -?”
“I wanted to apologise for the way I acted earlier today,” she said, leaning back, the soapy bubbles barely covering her breasts. In fact, Steve could see her nipples breaking free of the bubbles, begging to be touched and sucked.
“So you hired me for the whole night?”
She nodded. “I rang your agency and told them I would double your usual rate for a night with you. I asked that you not know it was me, because I had a feeling if you did, you wouldn't have shown up.”
“And what makes you think that?” he asked, removing his jacket, discarding it on the vanity.
Amanda stared up at him, her green eyes filled with want and desire. “Because of the way I acted,” she said softly.
Steve removed his tie, slipping his shoes off before removing his shirt to reveal his chiselled chest. He unzipped his pants, dropping them to the cool tiled floor. His boxer-briefs followed. He removed his socks and stood before her completely naked, his body bronzed like a sculpture that would impress Michelangelo.
Amanda licked her lips, her eyes glazing over as Steve told her to scoot forward. She obeyed, the water rushing past her body.
Steve climbed in and sat down, pulling Amanda back against his body. He cupped her breasts, running his fingers across her hardened nipples, pulling them until they were rivalling him in the rock hard department.
"Even if I had have known it was you, I still would have turned up,” he whispered, dipping his tongue in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “I enjoyed our time together, and all day, I've been wondering if I would ever be able to fuck you again.”
Amanda shivered as she felt his hand glide down over her stomach and slide in between her thighs. Steve kissed the back of her neck as his finger teased her clitoris, rubbing it in slow, circular movements. Amanda's head rolled back, her eyes closing as Steve continued to play her body like a harp.
His tongue tickled the sensitive skin along her neck as his finger slipped into her wetness. His lips pressed against her flesh, his teeth nipped at her, causing her moans to become louder.
Amanda's body was responding to his touch. Despite being in a bath, he could feel her juices flowing over his finger as it plundered the depths of her body, withdrawing only to tease her delicate clitoris that was engorged.
Every inch of her body felt like it was on fire. The slightest caress from him caused a low moan that began in her toes.
Steve slid two fingers inside her. His erection pressed against the small of her back as her hips rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that would send her over the edge.
He slid down a little so that her head was resting on his shoulder. With his free hand he fondled her breasts, watching her face as she tried to remember how to breathe.
Her skin was flushed, her eyes had rolled back in her head and her body was grinding against his hand, begging for release, when she turned the tables on him. Her hand slid behind her back, grasping his length, causing a strangled gasp to escape from Steve's mouth.
“Is this OK?” she asked, her hand sliding up and down his pulsing member.
Steve's eyes closed, his head falling backwards, his breathing changing. “Oh God yes,” he said breathlessly. Her hand grasped him tighter as she quickened her pace, only to slow it down again before upping the intensity.
Steve bit his lip. He couldn't come before she had. Not a rule of the agency, but his own personal rule. He pushed her upright, removing her hand from his cock. “But this is about pleasuring you,” he said, his eyes snapping open, staring deeply into hers.
He pushed his fingers deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her clitoris, his free hand holding her wrists to prevent her from attempting to pleasure him.
Amanda groaned as that familiar tingle spread throughout her belly. With a sudden cry, she lifted herself slightly, her head falling back, her hair caressing his shoulder as her orgasm took control of her body.
Steve whispered soothing words to her as she settled back down, her body twitching. He withdrew his fingers, giving her a couple of farewell strokes, causing her body to shudder.
He nipped at her neck. Amanda yelped, craning her head around to look at him. Her eyes glowed an ominous green. “You're good,” she said, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Steve placed his hand on the back of her head and lent in for a kiss. Her tongue massaged his, her hand returning to his cock, rubbing him, her slender fingers stroking him. She felt his cock respond to her touch, quivering with delight as her grip increased.
They parted and Steve let out an animal like growl as Amanda focused on bringing him to an orgasm. Up. Down. Up. Down. Squeeze. Release. She teased Steve expertly until he pushed her away, scrambling to his feet.
Amanda watched with interest as Steve began to masturbate himself. His hand became a flurry of motion. In a matter of seconds he was groaning as his cock spewed forth its hot, sticky load all over Amanda's breasts. Amanda automatically began rubbing it into her skin, feeling the heat of his come mingling with her body.
Steve opened his eyes, watching Amanda as his cream disappeared into her skin. “Looks like someone is dirty again,” he said, suggestively, winking at her.
Amanda grinned in a teasing manner. “Then why don't you help wash me?”
To be continued...