The thought occurred to her as her center suddenly tightened around the strap-on. By now, Miquela kept it firmly inside of June, thighs spanking her ass with every thrust. Grunts, groans, and filthy words of pleasure filled the air.I’m gonna come. June’s knees tried to run away from Miquela. Her chest becamethe most sensitive place on her body, nipples shuddering against her bedspread. Her brain was checking out of reality. Her core? In absolute awe that it could be stimulated like this.
“I’m gonna come!” Her voice echoed. The bed banged against the wall. Miquela fucked her faster, answering June’s orgasmic call with one of her own.
Holy fucking shit.
Her own voice rose to her call. Soon, Miquela cried out, her hips driving the strap-on deep as she claimed June with every thrust.
June was at a loss for words. Indeed, she was at a loss for breath and clarity as well.It has never, in my life, felt like this before.Her whole body responded to Miquela’s orgasm. Taking her. Clenching around the strap-on, afraid to let her go. It was a piece of paradise that froze her in time and made her experience the strangest calming sensation flooding her body.
“Good God,” Miquela moaned, stopping her thrusts and letting the strap-on rest inside of June. “That was fantastic.” Eventually, she began pulling back. Her grunts informed June that what she saw and felt pleased her greatly. Soon she felt it too – spilling warmth from her body, as she hoped it would. Her fingers went between her legs and felt the results of this crazy encounter.That is a serious pussy I’ve got here. I could take a bowling ball now.No surprise. Amazing, but no surprise.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” June turned over. Her breaths came back to her. She opened her eyes and saw Miquela propped up beside her. “Anything else I can do for you?”
She chuckled. “Even if there was, don’t you think it best that you get some rest? You may be a pro, but you’re only human.” Her touch lingered on June’s back. “An exceptional one, though. I’m glad I came here tonight.”
Miquela didn’t want cuddles. She barely wanted conversation after fucking June in ways she didn’t think she could experience.Instead, Miquela dismissed her to do whatever she needed, whether it was cleaning herself up or resting for another thirty minutes. Meanwhile, Miquela would make quick use of the private bathroom, then settle in for the night.
While she was gone, June eased herself off the bed and instantly felt half her body adjust.Holy. Shit.Mercy. Pity. Anything. She couldn’t tell if she thought it was hot or a hassle to deal with.With her?Hot. She got to share June’s bed with her for the night. She smelled good to boot!
In time, reason returned to June’s endorphin-drunk brain. Numbers coursed across her neurons. Twenty-seven thousand to fuck June’s pussy wide-open, then get to enjoy the aftermath. That didn’t count the drinks, the massage, the oral, and Miquela paying to spend the whole night in the room. That last part especially didn’t come cheap, because as long as she didn’t entertain a client in there, June could make money with another.I’m glad she’s staying.I could not have sex again tonight. Poor June was probably too satisfied for the next few days. Good thing her weekend started the moment Miquela left in the morning. A girl’s recovery period could be cumbersome at times.
As soon as Miquela came out of the bathroom, June went into attentive mode, hoping to coax one last service out of her for the night. She didn’t know what, but who knew? Maybe she would like a massage to drift off to sleep.How about fingering? Full-on oral? Come on, woman!
Miquela declined. Politely, but declined, nonetheless. “I think I will turn in for the evening, thank you. Do you have a preference for what side I sleep on?”
June shrugged. “Makes no difference to me.” She always slept on the right side, but Ms. Money could sleep on top of her if it so pleased. “If you don’t mind, I’ll use the bathroom now.”
She didn’t care. June went in, intent on cleaning herself up, but was distracted the moment she smelled that strong perfume in one of her most intimate rooms.
How much money had she made off that glorious woman? June sat down, using her fingers to go through the most prominent figures. Wow. She was used to making good money in a night, but there was something about this amount… right around fifty grand. The woman had spent over fifty grand at the Manoir in one night. Not unheard of.
June wandered back into her room, refreshed. Miquela was already in bed, dozing beneath the covers. At least that answered that question.
It wasn’t unusual for June to sleep with her clients. About half of them paid for it, and although it cost double than planning to sleep in a private guest room, many took her up on it. Even so, she was pleasantly surprised when Miquela wrapped an arm around her and went to sleep spooning her. June wouldn’t charge her for that.
Chapter 5
Sette
“There it is. About time, too. Was thinking about turning around, since we don’t get any damn reception up here!”
Sette gestured to the high-tech GPS on Zara’s dash. “There. Right there. Stop relying on your phone for everything.” She swiveled the GPS in her direction and punched in the address for the Manoir. “For fuck’s sake…” Zara’s technophobia would be the death of them all one day. The woman could wield a chainsaw to do elaborate, life-sized wood carvings, but heaven forbid she program her GPS. Me? I had no choice but to be proficient at my job.When hundreds of women and their unborn children put their lives in her hands…
“You’re so uptight.” Zara leaned back in the driver’s seat as she swerved down a private, unmarked drive.This type of place really values its privacy. For a while, both Sette and Zara worried that they would miss the turnoff entirely and end up on some dirt road taking them into Rednecktopia. Then the florawent from wild to carefully cultivated, and Sette recognized this region to be home to a plethora of isolated mansions. “It’s a good thing we’re taking you to a pleasure house, Dr. Christie. You’re in sore need of a show and a massage.” Zara chortled as they reached the first security gate. “Maybe more, if you finally open that pocketbook of yours.”
Sette rolled her eyes as Zara spoke to the guard on duty. The electronic fence slowly slid open, revealing a long, single-lane road leading through groves of cherry trees. “Seems silly to me. This whole paying for women business.”
The car advanced. “Like you haven’t stuffed some hundred-dollar bills down a stripper’s thong and made her night.”
“I was drunk.”
“We could get you drunk here, too!”
“At fifty dollars a glass, I’m sure.”
“You really need to learn how to let go of your money.” Zara rolled down her window and let her arm hang out, catching the warm spring breeze. “You doctors are too conservative. So what if we blow some wads here… and I don’t mean wads of money.”
“It’s a good thing these women are professionals, because you’re so crass you would scare them off otherwise.”
