Deciding that I’d wasted enough time, I headed down to the rented room I used for clients. I normally rented the same room, but not always, sometimes I required two rooms or had clients that met close together so I needed rooms that were nearby each other… so I would take whatever was available at that time. Although a majority of the time, I got this room, which I preferred as it was near the stairwell and gave an quick escape if necessary for any reason. As expected, the room was perfectly cleaned and ready for my appointment. Before I could even settle into the armchair to wait, there was a soft knock on the door.
When I opened it, I was greeted by Bridgette in a tiny black dress and entirely too much makeup.
“Please, come in.” I stepped back and gestured for her to enter.
“Hello, John,” Bridgette purred, dragging her nails across my chest as she strutted into the room. “How have you been?”
“Fine. Please, take a seat.” I moved back to the armchair leaving the love seat for her.
Exaggeratedly rolling her hips, she tried her best to look sexy as she made her way to the seat I indicated for her. “Anything for you, baby.”
Completely unaffected, I watched her without reacting. Once she finally sank down onto the love seat, I sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “How have things been with Mike?”
“Oh, I can think of so many other interesting things we can do to get me ready for my husband’s arrival besides talk.” She lowered her voice an octave and spread her thighs.
“The only think I want to talk about is your husband and how your relationship has been.” It wasn’t her. I simply wasn’t into fucking married women. It was bad for business and too complicated to be worth it.
Standing up, Bridgette slipped her dress over her head to reveal her bare tits and a sheer thong. Her manicured hands cupped her fake breasts as she stepped closer to me. “Come on, big boy.”
“No.” Pushing out of the chair, I grabbed both her wrists. With a little effort, I had them clasped behind her back, her chest against mine. “Not interested,” I growled in her ear.
“Mmm. Yeah, grab me. Force me to do what you want me to do.” Biting down on her lip, she tried to nuzzle my neck, but I stepped back, turning her away from me at the same time. The quick move had her stumbling, but my grip on her wrists balanced her. She cried out and yanked on her arms. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I told you. Not. Interested. I’ve made it clear in the past, but this is the final time.” Lowering my mouth to her ear, I spoke in a threatening tone of voice, “Pull something like this again and I’ll make sure your husband gets hard proof of the many times you’ve made advances on me.”
“I’ll tell him you were the one hitting on me,” she sneered, attempting to free her hands again.
“Oh, please. Do you think I’d be stupid enough not to make sure I had precautions set up for such a thing?” I released her hands and stepped back from her. Turning, she shrugged and finger-combed her hair as if she weren’t still mostly nude.
“Fine. Whatever. He would’ve never known. Plus, I only wanted to have you unleash all…” She trailed off and dragged her eyes over my body from head to toe and back again before adding, “All that with that controlling shit you just did. Fuck yeah.”
A knock on the door alerted me to the arrival of her husband. “So, that’s what does it. I’ll give Mike some pointers. On the bed.” I nodded at it before moving to open the door.
“John,” Mike acknowledged as I let him into the room.
When we both turned to look at the bed, Bridgette had herself spread eagle on it. Her wrists were near the head of the mattress on either side, feet spread wide. From the bulge in Mike’s pants, he was enjoying the view.
Letting the door shut on it’s own, I smiled. “Well, Mike, I have some good news to share with you.”
Mike met my look with a wary one. “What’s that?”
“I think I made a breakthrough with your wife tonight.” I walked to one side of the bed and pulled the thick strap that I kept there from under the mattress. “Your wife would like to be restrained. Tied down and fucked hard.”
Mike cleared his throat. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
“And that’s why I’m here. Come, I’ll show you exactly how to do it.” I quickly showed him how to tie the rope and how to quickly untie it to release her. Once I restrained one wrist, I let him do the other one. “Now…she’s all yours.”
I stepped back and watched as Mike trailed his fingers over her stomach, making her shiver and tug at the rope. Slowly, he literally kissed Bridgette from head to toe, which had her moaning and squirming. When he sucked her big toe into his mouth, my eyebrow jumped in surprise. Hadn’t seen that coming as most men — hell, most people — avoided the feet on their partner. Quickly I schooled my features and leaned a shoulder against the wall, crossing my arms.
My job was over for the most part. I just stuck around to make sure no one got hurt or things went wrong and someone felt taken advantage of when the fun ended.
Bridgette was apparently enjoying the foot bath as her moans grew in volume. By the time they finally progressed to the fucking, I figured it was Bridgette’s bold personality that hindered a man like Mike from expressing his desire to try new and somewhat unusual things. A little rope had leveled the playing field for them.
Waiting for the happy couple to find their completion from sex, I let my mind wander to all the silly questions I’d been asked by clients through the years.
Did I get turned on from watching other couples have sex? No. I couldn’t think of one time where I even got slightly aroused. It was my job and I acted as such. Was I a pervert? Probably. Not because of my job though. That would have been much more based in what I did when I was off the clock — on my own time, so to speak. Was I gay? That one always made me laugh. Because I wasn’t turned on from watching a straight couple have sex, I must be a homosexual. No, it didn’t matter how many times or ways I tried to explain it was about control, people didn’t understand. Had I ever joined in with my patients? That was one I never would answer — not to a client, friend or anyone. In truth, I had joined in on the fun, in the past, but it was a very, very rare thing and easier to say no to people than to explain that the chances of it happening were slim to none.
What I wouldn’t talk to clients about was what I did in my own bedroom. The things I enjoyed would have most of them running for the hills. Especially the thoughts that surrounded the lovely little Alix downstairs.
Chapter 3
Alix
It had been two days since I’d last seen the mystery man. Not by choice, that’s for damn sure; not even my own embarrassment could keep me from wanting to see him. He hadn’t shown on Thursday, like he usually did. It was past the time he normally showed on Friday, but there was no sign of him.
Instead of being excited to escape work when that time rolled around, I found myself loitering around the front desk engaging Jennifer in conversation. We’d exchanged small talk about how each other’s day had been, and that awkward lull in the conversation that I dreaded was coming. Trying to think up an excuse to give her as to why I wasn’t rushing out the door like most people, I inadvertently missed a question.
“What are your plans for the weekend?” Jennifer repeated, leaning forward on the counter. She lowered her voice and glanced around the lobby, making sure no one was within listening range. “I know of this totally exclusive party going on later. You should come with me. I was supposed to go with a couple of my girlfriends, but the bitches ditched me last-minute for some stupid boy band concert.”