“Princess. My cat.”
She tried to puzzle out the image of Aaron and a cat. “Your cat taught you that?”
“Think about it. All cats do is sit around and lick themselves. One day I was sitting on the couch and I watched her. I figured I’d learn about eating pussy from an expert.”
Janice rolled her eyes. “That is just wrong o
n so many levels. Now every time I have someone do that to me, I’m going to want to meow.”
“That’s nothing. You want to hear how I learned about anal sex?”
Images of Rottweilers and pit bulls crossed her mind. “I think I’ll pass.”
Aaron had left when she took her morning shower, leaving a rose and a nice note on her pillow. Since she was in such a great mood, Janice decided to go for a walk. The air was fresh and warm, the sky was clear and it was fun to put on a pretty blue dress and put a little extra sway into her steps.
A few men did double takes as she walked by. Her ego was at a new high, and she was relaxed and refreshed. Nothing like a great fuck to ease the tensions in life.
She walked into a few shops and looked around at the What Happens In Tahoe shirts everywhere and other money-wasting gifts and trinkets, but nothing caught her eye. She saw a stuffed beaver in one shop and thought of Aaron, but wasn’t sure if she’d see him anywhere.
In a way she understood. He was an escort, and she was just a client. But they had a connection. She smiled thinking of how often they connected, and in how many positions. She forgot how being a cheerleader made you limber in certain areas of your body.
Was paying for sex a bad thing? She debated whether it cheapened the experience. Fuck no. In the grand scheme it was like they had dated for a few months and she had to pay for dinners and movies and numerous make-out sessions. And she didn’t have to give him a blowjob so he’d stop begging for sex.
This was for her. Aaron was attractive, very attractive, and maybe out of her league, but he liked her. Not just because she paid for him to. He’d stayed. That had to mean something.
Janice really didn’t want to read more into the experience than what was there. She had to admit having sex that intense had changed her a little. She was becoming attached to how good it made her feel. She missed that feeling, and the warmth spreading through her veins made her smile.
But this was reality, and in a few days she’d have to go back to her real life and real job. For now, she might as well gamble a little more. Maybe she could try a few slot machines or the roulette wheel. The money she’d banked last night covered the cost of the trip, so why not?
With that thought in mind, she walked on toward the casinos, enjoying the sunlight of a perfect day.
Chapter Five
A woman talked on the phone, her dark hair dappled with gray but perfectly arranged. She was all business, it seemed, surrounded by orderly and expensive things. Her eyes stared into space, although a frown indicated some irritation. Aaron watched her from the door.
At first glance he could have mistaken her for an interior designer or a stockbroker. Maybe even a lawyer, given her coldly professional demeanor. But he knew better.
She nodded as Aaron walked into the spacious office area and motioned him to the bar as she continued her conversation.
Very much at home, he walked over and grabbed some vodka and dry vermouth bottles, putting measured amounts in a shaker and mixing them together. With the ease of an experienced bartender, he poured the concoction into a pristine crystal glass he pulled from below the bar, plopped three olives into the drink and grabbed a white cloth napkin.
He walked over to the woman and handed her the vodka martini. She winked at him in appreciation. She didn’t look happy with the phone call but sipped the drink with obvious pleasure.
Finally, she disconnected her call and turned to him. “Aaron, you need to go to the Islands Hotel tonight. Benny’s sick, and the woman already paid in advance.”
He frowned. “Mother, I hate going down there. I started there, but I don’t really have any fond memories of that hotel or the clients.”
She sighed and gazed at him steadily. “It’s your job Aaron. She prepaid. Everything is set. You know I hate ordering you to do anything, but if I have to, I will. I can’t turn it down, and you have no clients tonight.”
He hesitated but knew she was right. “Yes, Mother.” There was something bothering him, and he knew he needed to talk to her about it. “After I’m done we need to talk. Can I meet you at the bar later?”
“Sure. I’ll make some time for you. You’re doing me a favor with this, so we can talk all you need after your appointment at the Islands.”
“Hey, I’m paying for it, so you do what I say.”
Aaron closed his eyes. He needed to be back in the mindset that this was a job. Just do it and move on. He positioned himself behind the woman and took a deep breath. He didn’t know her name nor did he care to. She was just a client and had paid to have him meet her in this shit-bag hotel for some dirty sex. He still had her scent on his face from eating her out while he used a vibrator to get her off.
Grabbing her hair, he yanked hard and plunged his hardened cock into her ass. She screamed with delight as their flesh met with a slap. The only lubricant came from her saliva after she’d spit on his cock and rubbed her hand over him to make it wet.