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  “That was the best massage I’ve ever had,” she said with a wink.

  “Until your next appointment,” I countered with a smirk that caused a smile to grow across her face as she licked her upper lip.

  I righted my clothes and left the room for her to get dressed. Once I heard the door click, I went back in and saw five one-hundred dollar bills on the table. That was the day I started getting paid for sex.

  Chapter 3

  Three weeks into my new job, news spread like wildfire among the horny divorcées staying at The Punta Paradise. That gig was unreal, I had pocketed close to ten grand in tips alone during that short amount of time. Add in the salary that Henderson agreed to pay me and you’d understand how deep my disappointment ran when an emergency at home regarding my parents’ legal affairs called me back to the States.

  Victoria turned out to be one of my best clients in the time I’d been working at the spa. Thanks to admitting I was going to miss the job perks I accidentally fell into, Victoria was quick to say I’d be seeing her again, and single-handedly set me up with a dozen or so potential new clients upon my return to Chicago.

  The first thing I needed to take care of when I got home, converting one of my spare bedrooms into a relaxing sanctuary of debauchery. I had plenty of cash to completely transform the space with state-of-the-art massage table, mood music, lighting, candles, scented oils, a case of condoms, and a selection of toys all living harmoniously in the tranquil décor.

  Wanting to celebrate the career path that would bring me an influx of cash, I met my buddy Derek at the local pub. The bar was older and smelled like stale beer and booze, my kind of place. As I crossed the planked floor to get to the bar, I nodded at some familiar faces and winked at some pretty ones.

  Derek sat at the end of the worn wood and two women stood behind him. I shook my head and smirked. He could pick up a chick at a funeral.

  The closer I got the prettier they looked, especially the petite blonde. Don’t get me wrong, the tall brunette was gorgeous, but when the blonde’s hazel eyes met mine, my dick actually twitched. I tried not to let my swagger falter with the boner growing in my pants as if I were a teenager.

  Fucking stunning. The combination of her silky hair that looked like spun gold, and those mesmerizing eyes with at least four or five different colors in them, knocked the air from my lungs.

  Well, that’s a first.

  I loved females... all types. But never had I felt like I’d been zapped with a cattle prod to my cock.

  “Hey, there he is.” Derek shook my hand as I pulled out the stool next to him. Before I sat, we offered our seats to the women first, but they declined and remained standing.

  “Looks like you’re in good hands. I doubt you missed me.” I laughed. “Ladies, I hope my friend here has at least bought you a drink.”

  “I’m not an asshole, dickhead. But, you can get your own.” Derek chuckled and signaled for the bartender, Jack, to come over.

  “The usual, Aiden?” He wiped down the bar as he tossed a small white napkin in front of me.

  “Hey, Jack. Yeah, that’d be great.” He nodded and returned with a bottle of Stella. “Thanks, man.” Jack walked away since everyone else was all set.

  The tall dark-haired woman shifted behind me trailing her fingernail across my back. I craned my neck to look at her and nodded to the now vacated stool next to me. She grinned and agreed to sit down. I’d much rather be talking to her friend, but she looked too refined. I thought she’d be complicated—something I didn’t need right now. So, the brunette it is.

  “Gotta name, sweetheart?” I raised the bottle and took a long draw of my beer, never taking my eyes off her.

  “Yeah, doesn’t everyone?” She giggled and I raised my brows. “Shelly. My name is Shelly.”

  “Good to meet you, Shelly.” I turned my attention to Derek. “Want to grab a table?”

  We all got up and moved to the empty wooden booth in the back corner of the bar. Derek and I slid in first opposite of each other. Shelly sat next to me while the other woman took the seat beside Derek. She looked at me with her hazel beautiful eyes. “I’m, Ali.” Her voice was sexy and sweet... too sweet for the likes of me.

  She smelled like the lavender oil I used and the thought of her getting on my table popped into my mind, but I doubt she’d be the type to be interested in the kind of happy ending I offered.

  I gave a quick smile before returning my attention to Derek. “How’s the job treatin’ ya?”

  “What do you do?” Shelly asked sipping her cocktail.

  “Yeah, Derek, tell her what you do.” I took a swig of my beer egging my friend on all while his narrowed eyes shot daggers at me.

  Without missing a beat, he answered, “I’m an erotic dancer.”

  I played along even though I knew that was his code for gigolo. I glanced at Shelly who scrunched her nose at Derek’s answer—I could only imagine how she’d react if she knew the truth.

  “Oh.” The disapproval in her voice was loud and clear. Shelly looked to Ali. “I need to use the ladies’ room, want to come?” The look she gave Ali appeared to be some sort of chick signal because without delay Ali slid out of the booth and grabbed her bag. “Be right back.”

  As soon as they were gone, Derek looked at me, but all I could do was focus on the stunning light-haired beauty. The sway of her curved hips made my dick continue to flex in my pants. She had that sweet and innocent aura around her, but fuck if I didn’t want to get down and dirty with her.

  Derek waved his hand in front of my face. “Dude, you look like a dog in heat.” I smirked and let out a breath. “Speaking of which,” he added, “How’s biz?”

  “It’s great and actually has been picking up lately.” I couldn’t contain the broad smile that grew across my face.

  “Yeah? That’s fantastic.” He was genuinely happy for me. Although, he didn’t know how or why my business had changed.

  “How’s the escort world treating you?”

  “It hasn’t been better except my co-worker and roommate fell in love. His girlfriend is moving in and although he felt bad, he gave my ass the boot. So, I need to find a place to live within the next couple of days.” His eyes lowered and he took a sip of his Bud.

  “Well, you can stay with me in the meantime. I could clear out my spare room, but it’ll work.” Then I had another idea that could include him in my business, but before I could tell him Ali and Shelly came back.

  “Guys?” Ali addressed both of us but looked at me. “We need to go. Shelly isn’t feeling very well.” I glanced at Shelly who remained silent while making eyes with a guy at the other end of the bar. “It would have been nice to hang out with you both.” Ali’s soft voice was sincere and I forced myself not to beg her to stay without her friend... beg her to go back to my place with me to see if she really was as sweet and innocent as she seemed.

  But instead, I reverted back to my cocky self. “Hey, it’s all good, sweetheart. Maybe another time.” I tossed her a wink and she tentatively smiled.

  “Yeah, maybe.”

  She looked at Shelly who gave a half-ass goodbye before walking away and toward the guy at the bar. Surprisingly, Ali remained standing near us for a moment, letting out a sigh and rubbing her neck.

  “You know, Aiden here is a masseuse, you should give him a call.” Ali looked me in the eye and I was ready to kick him under the table. The last thing I wanted was this woman in my apartment naked on my table... now, on my bed, on my kitchen counter, in the shower, those were places I wanted her. But, too late because Derek continued to vomit information. “It’s called The Skilled Touch. In case you were wondering.”

  Ali looked at me as though I needed to respond in some way. “My schedule is full at the moment,” I pathetically made an excuse. “But, if you’d like to hang out another time..." I left the option dangling.

  The entire exchange seemed like I was giving her a line, and by the way Ali’s eyes narrowed I suspected she felt the
same way. But before I could amend my assholeness, she turned her attention to Derek. “Great meeting you.”

  Derek smiled. “Same here.” As soon as she was out of earshot he laid into me. “What the fuck dude? She was gorgeous. Can you imagine her skin all lubed up?”

  “Look, we need to talk. I appreciate you wanting to drum up business, but things have kind of changed for me. My calendar is packed. It’s too bad you aren’t a masseuse because you could work with me.”

  “Changed how?”

  I let out a breath thinking of what to tell my friend. But the hell with it, I just spit it out. “To put it bluntly, some clients pay me for a massage and then want me to finish by fucking them.”

  Derek chuckled. “Excuse me? I thought you just said you got paid to fuck women.” When my expression didn’t falter he knew he heard me right. “Get the hell outta here.”

  “Nope, that’s exactly what I’m saying. So as much as I would love to massage Ali, because she’s hot as fuck, I’d rather not get into that with her. Besides that, I wasn’t joking, my calendar is booked solid.”

  Chapter 4

  My client, Chloe was coming in today for her weekly massage. Since I had a roommate now, we wouldn’t be alone, and knowing Derek as I did, things could get interesting.

  When my buzzer rang, I tossed on a T-shirt, but I heard muffled voices coming from the family room. Derek must have answered the door. I looked in the mirror and ran my hand through my jet black hair, which was longer than normal, but the women liked hanging on to it while my head was between their legs.

  I followed the sound of giggles. Derek was shirtless and wearing a pair of basketball shorts. His arms were crossed, and Chloe was molesting him with her eyes. I cleared my throat grabbing their attention.

  “Hey buddy, your... um... appointment is here.” His lips twisted, and I shook my head with a smirk.

  “Hello, Aiden.” Her silky voice complimented her sexuality. “Who’s your friend?”

  “Hi, Chloe, this is Derek. He’s staying with me for a while.” I glanced at the clock. “Shall we get started?”

  She shrugged off her jacket, hung it on the coat stand next to the door, and set her purse on the floor. Her black yoga pants and tank top hugged her in all the right places. Another gorgeous woman who was left unsatisfied by her man. What the fuck was wrong with these guys? Chloe was twenty-nine and said that she hadn’t had an orgasm until she came to see me on the recommendation of a friend.

  Derek coughed bringing our focus his way. “It was good meeting you, Chloe,” he said before heading toward the kitchen.

  “Aiden,” she cooed. “Can he join us?” She eyed Derek up and down and when I turned to look at my friend an all-knowing smile grew across his face.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, suspecting my friend would be up for it.

  “If he is,” she said pointing a sculpted nail at Derek.

  On his nod, I swung my arm forward. “Let’s go.” Opening the door, the aroma of calmness and sounds of soft music wafted through the air. “Get ready and I’ll be right in.” I stepped out and turned to Derek who was in the hallway.

  “Wow, she’s not very shy. So, are all your clients like her?” Derek chuckled. “No wonder your calendar is booked solid.”

  “Yeah... they aren’t shy telling me what they want. So, do you want to do this with me occasionally?” It wasn’t like Derek and I hadn’t entertained the same woman before. We shared a lovely set of twins in college once. “Obviously, it would have to be because of a client’s suggestion and whether you were around to comply.”

  “Fuck, yeah. I’m in for sure.” He laced his fingers and stretched out his arms until his knuckles cracked.

  “Okay... just follow my lead.” I knocked on the door and slightly opened it. “Ready, Chloe?”

  “Yes, I’m ready.”

  When we walked in, Derek looked at her lying on the table under a silky white sheet that barely covered her ass. “Damn.” His gruff voice caused Chloe to shift her hips on the table.

  “Derek, why don’t you stand on the other side opposite me.” He never took his eyes off her as he crossed the room. With her face in the donut-shaped pillow, her breathing deepened with anticipation. “Chloe, I need to know that you understand that he isn’t licensed.” I knew she couldn’t give a shit, but I still needed to cover my ass.

  “Yes, I know. I don’t care.” The breathy voice that escaped her woke my cock right up.

  I grabbed the oil and squirted some in Derek’s hand before putting some in mine. Setting the bottle down, I rubbed my hands together and started on her right shoulder while Derek mirrored my movements on her left side. My hands circled her toned biceps to her elbow, back up again to her neck, and then I repeated the motion. I continued toward her fingertips, caressing each one individually. Once her hand went limp, I placed her arm on the table so it rested next to her body.

  Concentrating on her lower back, I stroked just above where the sheet rested. More oil was used as needed and her upper body shimmered. My eyes caught Derek’s signaling him to begin on her lower half. He nodded, ensuring that no words needed to be spoken. Aside from the moans that came from Chloe and the soft music, the room fell silent.

  I lowered the sheet and caressed her ass while Derek worked her upper thigh. She spread her legs just enough for our hands to work simultaneously. My fingers trailed up the inside of her leg until I reached her pussy. Then I pushed one finger in and circled her opening before adding another.

  “Mmm... yeah... just like that. I want everything today, Aiden.” The desperate plea gave me the green light, and I had zero doubt that Derek would miss a beat.

  I removed my fingers and opened the drawer in the small table where I kept my array of toys. Once Derek saw what was in my hand, his went to his shorts, rubbing his cock in anticipation. The smirk I gave my pal just made him shrug. Ignoring him for a moment, I set the pink bullet shaped vibrator and anal beads down—Chloe liked it all.

  After I lubed the toys, I handed the beads to Derek and turned mine on. At the sound of the humming, Chloe went to her knees lifting her bare ass in the air. Her skin was smooth as satin and she was perfectly formed in all the right places. I teased the vibrator down her ass until I got to her pussy and slowly eased the tip in. Chloe let out a moan just as Derek gently pushed the beads into her ass one ball at a time until he reached the third one.

  We went to work; me moving the vibrator in and out of her while I massaged her clit and Derek expertly maneuvering the balls. He grabbed an ass cheek, causing her pussy to throb making the vibrator pulse in my hand. When I pulled it out of her, she squealed while Derek continued working her ass expertly.

  Not wasting another minute with foreplay, I lowered my pants and sheathed my stiff cock in a condom before getting on the table and positioning myself between her legs. One thrust and my dick slid inside her as she fisted the sheet.

  Standing off to the side, Derek moved the beaded toy faster and deeper mimicking my speed. She rocked back on my cock forcing me to grip her hips for stability. I was balls deep when she began to tighten around me.

  “That’s it, baby, let it go.” Chloe cried out as her orgasm claimed her. Derek pulled the purple toy slowly from her ass one section at a time.

  “More...” Chloe pleaded when I moved off the table. “I need more.”

  Taking the hint, I tossed Derek a condom and repositioned her so I was now the one laying down as she straddled my hips. Sliding into her once more, Derek climbed on the table and knelt behind her and began teasing her ass with the tip of his dick. On a feral grunt, he slowly penetrated her ass.

  Chloe’s eyes sprung open taking both of us at the same time. But, as quickly as they did, they screwed shut. Derek and I set a rhythmic pace not only feeling her but each other with each thrust.

  “I feel so full,” she whimpered in delight. “Don’t stop... feels so good...”

  “We’re not stopping, baby,” Derek moaned gripping her ass with
his big hands. “When you come, we’ll come. Just say the word.”

  Derek reached under her hips, his fingers grazing my dick before finding Chloe’s clit. Her tits bobbed against my chest and as soon as I pinched one nipple, she began to move faster—riding me hard, grinding her pussy up and down my cock.

  Wet heat surrounded me. “I’m going to...” Chloe mewled arching her back like a defiant cat. Meeting Derek’s eyes, he rammed into her giving her ass a quick smack that sent her writhing between us. Sweat trickled off my brow, my balls tightened, and the three of us came in unison with one loud groan.

  Coming down from the orgasm we all shared, Derek pulled out of Chloe’s ass, before helping her off of me. I rose and disposed of my condom. Derek and I tossed on our shorts and put the toy on a towel I had on the counter.

  “Wow, that was just...” Her voice hitched and her cheeks reddened. As though modesty was an issue, Chloe held the sheet over her naked breasts.

  Keeping in line with this just being work and nothing more, Derek and I walked out of the room. Leaving him behind, I went back in with a wet warm washcloth. I placed it between her legs and gently rubbed her pussy clean.

  She handed me a white envelope which felt thicker than normal. I glanced inside and there were ten one-hundred dollar bills. “Chloe, this is way too much, I can’t accept it.” She generally paid me three-hundred. She had no idea that Derek would be joining so it couldn’t have been for that.

  “Well, I have something I’d like you to do for me and that is just half of what I’ll pay you.” She had turned into a businesswoman that she was and not the sexy vixen who I had just gone balls deep in.

  “What type of job?” I leaned against the wall and crossed my arms as I stared at her.

  “It’s easy really. You see, there is an event coming up at one of our sister clubs and a friend of mine doesn’t have a date.” Immediately, I started shaking my head. Fucking women while under the pretense of my profession was one thing, but outside my massage room walls would make me a whore. No offense to my friend, Derek, but I wasn’t a whore.