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body. Before I’d even had the
chance to come down from my bliss, I was hoisted up the shiny wooden wall and
my legs were around his neck. I mumbled incoherently as I palmed the ceiling of
the elevator and he held my ass as his tongue and lips went to work on me. I
had to close my eyes tightly shut, it was too hard to focus on anything but his
perfect lips nibbling and sucking on my sticky, puffy, wet flesh. I’d never
been so wet, never been fucked or sucked so well, and this was his idea of a
gentle introduction?
    Yes Sir, Logan Steele was worth every damn cent of
his money. And to think that was only the first time of four for the night.
     

 
The Lounge

    Logan
    I pulled off my condom and
tied it, discretely placing it in my pocket, before zipping myself back up, I
flexed my neck, pleased to have got the first job of the night done and dusted.
She wasn’t the tightest girl I’d fucked, but equally her experience and fitness
counterbalanced some of that. I loved watching them struggle to hold back their
orgasms, not only did it make them enjoy them all the more, but it was a real
ego boost for me to see. I never felt more loved than in the moments I gave
them exactly what I wanted. Except it wasn’t love, it was just adoration for
the guy giving them the best lay of their lives. They adored my escort persona,
not the real man beneath it.  When she’d mumbled something about rubbers, I’d
nearly rolled my eyes. As if I could afford to catch anything in my line of
work, let alone get a woman knocked up. I’d learned that lesson with my best
friend having got himself in that predicament. As Camilla’s nails had dug
through my jacket and shirt, her thighs had tightened around my hips and her
eyes had widened, I’d known that she wasn’t going to hold off. I gave my
consent for her to come and let myself release earlier than planned. My
shoulders lifted in silent surprise as at that moment I wasn’t thinking about
Camilla, an image of Summer had popped into my head, her full lips parting as
she took in a gasp of air. I’d never thought about anyone other than the client
I was with while I was coming, it was unprofessional. What the hell was that
all about? I wondered.
    Camilla had looked wrecked and I’d barely given
her twenty-five percent of what I was capable of. Mindful of the camera behind
me, I’d hoisted her up onto my shoulders and made her come again using my lips
and tongue. I hated the taste of rubber when I did that afterwards, masking the
natural taste of their sweetness. It had been a long time since I’d given oral
to a woman I hadn’t used a condom on. My last girlfriend, Lucy, had finished
with me when I ran my proposal for earning extra cash past her. Can’t say I
blamed her, I’d be bloody furious if it had been the other way around, but cash
was a bigger priority than my six week relationship with the curvaceous
temptress with a high maintenance lifestyle, so I hadn’t pursued her or changed
my mind when she pulled out the “You’ll give up this idea if you really love
me” card. She’d stormed out when I told her I didn’t love her, hell we were six
weeks in, way too soon for love.
    I was distracted from my wandering thoughts by
Camilla screaming again and shuddering around my face. She was very receptive,
I had to give her that. I backed away and caught her in my arms as she
slithered down the wall. Making sure I was kissing her as I carried her, I
turned and walked out of the lift, camera one down, three to go. I set Camilla
down on the black marble floor of the inner lobby of the Signature suite,
filled with bouquets of flowers. I held her up with one arm, then swiped the
key with the other and both sets of doors opened electronically, revealing
another marbled lobby, adorned with paintings by famous artists I presumed. I
was more into my Xbox, football, cricket, and movies than art. Camilla wobbled
again, so I shrugged off my jacket, draped it over one arm and scooped her