time,” Rex replied. “Time for me to get a job where I don’t use my dick. One where I can, you know, keep my clothes on.”
“Ha. What fun is that?” Austin, who went by the name Luke at work, liked his job better than any of the guys. “What did Eleanor say when you told her?”
“She understood.” In fact, it had hurt how easily she’d accepted the news. “I’d already told her I was done with BDSM jobs.”
“Yeah, but quitting altogether?”
Rex moved from his table to the leather recliner in the corner. “I didn’t plan to quit yet, but it felt right.” He had enough cash stored away, even if it took him three years to land a good job after graduating. It was time.
“Was the client a real cow?” Austin asked.
“No. Kind of the opposite.”
“Are you planning to see her? Outside of work?” Austin’s voice was tainted, more with teasing than accusation. “Is Mr. Plays-By-the-Rules the bad boy now?”
“It’s nothing like that.” In truth, he’d love to see Deana again and finish what they’d started, but the facilitators had no access to client files. And, even if he could find her, based on the contracts he’d signed with Eleanor, he’d be in some serious shit.
It might be worth the risk.
“So what are you going to do now?” Austin asked.
“Finish school.”
“That’s it?”
“I can take a full load next term.”
“Until then, I can get you some shifts at the Ranch.”
“Nah.”
“Come on, you can dance. I’ve seen you.”
“Oh, I know I can dance. But if I took a job there, you’d stop getting tips.”
“Dream on.” Austin laughed. “You’re chicken. No need to make up crazy fantasies.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Rex grinned. Truth was he did enjoy dancing, but in a club as a customer, not on stage without any clothes. Austin could have that.
“Well, if you change your mind . . . The pay’s good, we get monster tips, and it’s easier to make a living than fulfilling some of those crazy fantasies.”
“You thinking of quitting too?” It was the first time he’d heard any hint of dissatisfaction from Austin.
“No way! We get paid to have sex. Sometimes really hot sex. You’re nuts to quit.”
“That’s not what you were saying the day that couple covered you in peanut butter and licked it all off—with the help of their poodle.”
“I’d forgotten about that.” Austin groaned. “Thanks for reminding me, asshole.”
“The job’s not all roses and good fucks.”
“So today’s client was a dog.”
“Maybe.” Rex closed his eyes for a moment and all he could see, hear and taste was Deana. His dick started to harden.
“What’s her name?” Austin asked. “If she rebooks, I’ll be busy that day.”
“You know that I’m not going to tell you.”
“Come on, Mr. Do-Right. You don’t even work there anymore. The ice queen can’t fire you for breaking the rules.”
Rex’s phone buzzed and he glanced at the screen. Eleanor . What could she possibly want? Probably something about his vacation pay or some other admin detail. “I’ve got another call.”
“Okay,” Austin said. “Let’s grab a drink—soon.”
“You bet.” He hung up on Austin and took Eleanor’s call.
Chapter Three
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R ex stepped into the hotel room, seriously questioning his sanity. Somehow Eleanor had talked him into doing one last job.
Who was he kidding? He hadn’t been hard to convince. He’d actually gotten hard the instant Eleanor told him how Deana had burst into her office, demanding that he finish her fantasy.
He wished he didn’t find this client so damned sexy. She was a mystery to him, and for the first time since he’d started this job, he had no idea what to do to make his client happy. Before they’d begun, he’d been sure he’d known what she wanted, but clearly he’d been wrong. And why would someone who so clearly liked to be in control want this particular fantasy?
Whatever her reasons, he couldn’t forget how turned on