Why did she have to go and say something like that? For once, June was enjoying the illusion that no money existed betweenthem.So much for that.She slowly pulled off, turning her gasp into a smile as she straightened her back and brushed her breasts against the strap-on.You’re right. Eating this thing until you come from the backward stimulation is five grand. Fucking my tits with it is a good $7500. So, what do you want?
Hopefully, she wanted intercourse. Fucking her between the legs cost a client $15,000, and June got a third of that after Monique and the Manoir took their cuts. Not that such cuts were on the books, mind, since that was illegal, but the honor system was strong around there. The madam made sure of that.
June wanted to get paid and laid. She didn’t care if Miquela had a cunnilingus fetish or a flashlight sprouting from her pubic hair. Fifteen grand was fucking fifteen-grand!
“Let’s go to bed.” She touched Miquela’s freckled cheek. How easy it would be to get lost in her freckles. June ran her hand down Miquela’s chest until she found that simple bra containing two modest breasts. June liked them already. “I have it on good authority that the owner of that bed likes getting railed by anything.”
“She shouldn’t like it.” Miquela didn’t flinch as she stood up with June.“She should love it, otherwise, there’s no point.”
June couldn’t argue with that.I am definitely earning my keep tonight.
They made it halfway before Miquela grabbed June and pulled her into an embrace.
“Understand this, June.” The impact of Miquela’s voice blasted through her.Okay, so maybe you should fuck me?“I’m going to have my complete way with you tonight. I’ll be gentle when necessary. For the most part? I am here to fuck you, on my terms. Tell me to stop if you must. Otherwise, you are mine through the night, and I fully intend to get my money’s worth.”
Her knees trembled. “Of course, ma’am,” she whispered, and not even on purpose. Sometimes, a guest could bring that out. “I’m not afraid.”
A quick jolt of surprise overtook Miquela’s face. It diminished soon after.
“Didn’t say you were,” she muttered. “Get on the bed.”
June stole a quick breath to psych herself up. Not that she often needed coaxing into bed, even by the worst of clients. She knew the difference between work and a real sexual experience. People paid June for her time, her services, and yes, her body. None of those were a big deal to her, as long as they weren’t a danger, but she also knew that there was a big difference between a woman who ordered her around because it gave her a cheap thrill and one who did so because it was who she was.
She felt that latter point now. Felt it so deep in her body that she automatically went to her bed before Miquela could tell her twice.
“Well?” she said, draping herself across her large, luxurious bed. “I’m charging you a pretty penny for tonight, Ms. Bolivar. Every little thing you do to me. Every hour we spend together.” She made akachingsound. “Right on your black AmEx.”
Miquela snorted, tearing her shirt open and kicking off her trousers. “You make it sound like it means anything to me. Just because I say I’m getting my money’s worth doesn’t mean I’ll be angry. The money doesn’t mean anything to me.” She pushed June down. Crawled on top of her. Brought her nose so close to June’s that she could hear every breath moving through that soft body. “Making sure I enjoy myself after coming out all this way? That matters to me. Time is more valuable than money. I don’t spend my time like I spend my money.”
She could. That was the important thing.
“Fuck me,” June said. She meant it, too. “I don’t say that to just anyone… and not charge them for it.”
Clients were funny things. The kind who came to the Manoir were usually looking for a full experience. The service. The seduction. The role-play. The kink. If they were regulars, it was because they felt comfortable here, or because they fancied a certain lady. Love rarely happened. Clients thought they were in love, but that was their genitals talking, and the love quickly faded once they descended the mountain. June didn’t care about this. Her capacity to love was fairly skewed by now. It had to be, to do what she did.
So far, Miquela did not fit the profile of the usual woman who came up here. She was rich and demanding, even in her subtle way, yes, but she hadn’t wanted June to do anything other than make herself sexually available.Why is she paying for this? It’s not like she knew of me and had to have me.That had happened twice so far. If Miquela wanted a quick and dirty lay, she could have gone to any hotel lounge and picked up a hottie for the night.
She didn’t have much more time to think. Miquela intended to do more than have her tonight – she was going to consume her.
Damn! June didn’t often get tossed around like this in bed. Not by someone who also made sure to ask if she was all right here and there. How sweet, if not slightly infuriating. Did she have to ruin the moment? If June was going to fuck a hot woman like Miquela Bolivar, she at least wanted to throw herself into the moment. She didn’t even have to fantasize about someone else to get through it or to come in time – for few clients cared about ensuring her pleasure.
Here this woman was. Big, bold, and beautiful in the only way a woman of her standing could be. She kissed June so ferociously that she whimpered against her mauling lips. She forced June’s legs apart, rubbing fingers against her slit, her clit, dipping deep into her cunt, and hissing how much she lovedfeeling how ready it was. That made June clench. Her internal walls, that is.
“Fuck,” Miquela moaned, and June half wished she would slip into another language. Instead, she got that thick, gorgeous accent that was becoming more prevalent the more they engaged in this scene. “You want it, do you? You want to take me on?”
Even in her growing haze, June knew she meant taking on that impressive strap-on. “Yes.” One hand went to her clit, rubbing it as Miquela continued to drive two fingers inside of her.Just a little farther and you’ll hit my G-spot. Come on. I dare you. June moaned, the ceiling beginning to spin – and her eyes weren’t even open. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“You keep saying that. Why?”
Now this woman was asking her questions like that during sex she paid for? Curious. June wanted to fuck now. “There’s a reason you requested a woman who wasn’t intimidated by your friend. Trust me, ma’am. I’ll let you know if I can’t handle it. I think you might be surprised, though. You think you’re the first woman to come waltzing in here with a strap-on the size of her id with something to prove? Please. Don’t be so kind to your ego.”
She played a dangerous game. If she bruised Miquela’s ego too much, she might ruin the night, and there went the nice paycheck. On the other hand? It could work in her favor, and she had a feeling that Miquela was the kind who wanted to hear that, whether she knew it or not.
It had the desired effect. Within two more seconds, June Kingsley, one of the highest-paid ladies of the night in America, was at the mercy of a daughter of Monaco.
She didn’t even fuck her yet. Not with that thing. Miquela was inside of her, nonetheless, slamming her fingers in deep, hard. Her other arm cradled June against her chest, where she spent all of her moans and gasps of pleasure. Because this woman?This woman?She knew how to finger jaded women like June.
She’s doing it to get you wet enough to take her.How nice of her, June supposed. The more they played, the more she realized she probably hired her girlfriends because they didn’t ask questions and had experience in these things. June certainly did. A woman with a fuckton of money walked in and said, “I’m going to fuck you, and you will do what I say?”She would more than likely drop her panties right there and ask her what position they wanted her in.
