“How long are you going to stay in this job?”
June opened her eyes. “Hm?”
“I know you told me you’ve been doing this since after high school… but when do you think you will retire?”
June scoffed. “Why would I retire?”
“Well…”
“Let me warn you right now, Dr. Christie.” June sat up, hair covering her breasts and legs crossing until Sette could no longer see what lay between them. “I don’t intend on retiring for a long time, if ever. Even when I’m old and decrepit, I’ll be in thesex business. Maybe not having sex with anyone who pays me enough, but I have ambitions beyond this bedroom… not that there’s anything wrong with this bedroom. I’m hoping to run my own place one day. Way more money in that. You give me a lot of money to fuck me, but I only keep a percent of that. The rest goes to the house. Why do you think I do so much shit off the books? Most of my income goes to this room and restocking my personal supplies. I even pay for my monthly exams. We’ve got a gyno who comes up here once a month to check us out and make sure we’re not catching flies in our traps, and God knows where else. Maybe you know the fucker. His name’s Kline.”
“Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“I like my job. It’s my career. Maybe some of the other girls are doing this as a temporary thing until they move on to whatever, but I can’t imagine doing anything else. I don’t want to. This is my life. I like being paid to do something I love. Don’t you?”
Sette looked up again. “Excuse me?”
“Your art. You get paid for it, right? It’s why you retired from being a doctor, right? Because it’s your passion? This is mine. Maybe you think I should be doing something else eventually, but quite frankly, I don’t care. I don’t take this sort of shit from my clients. I’m proud of who I am and what I do.”
Sette cleared her throat.She sure told me.“I didn’t mean to hit such a sore spot. I’m sorry. It’s good that you’re proud. Being a courtesan is its own art form, and I respect that.”
“Courtesan, huh?” June laughed again, at least. “Funny you should say that. Monique is always saying she was inspired by the Shanghai pleasure houses of a hundred years ago. She’s a romantic like that.”
“Were such things romantic?”
“You know how it is, especially if you weren’t there. Easy to pretend it was something special when it wasn’t.”
Sette finished her sketch.I can work with this. She looked at her watch. They had an hour left before their session ended, and June had to get ready for her evening work. Plenty of time to make amends.
“Finished?” June didn’t look at her with the same light as before.I really hit a nerve.“Or are you planning on staying?”
“Perhaps.”
“Hmph.” June brought her knees up and extended her arms above her head. I could touch her right now. Feel her. Enter her, if I want.Another fifteen grand about to go down the drain. “Do your worst.”
Her worst? What? Did June think she was going to come over and do nothing but fuck her for twenty minutes? That was the first time. Sette liked to think it meant more than plain sex. June had been pleasantly surprised at her sudden assertiveness, after all. She could be even more assertive right now. “Actually, I was thinking of mixing it up a little. You don’t get to lie back and enjoy whatever I give you this time, Ms. Kingsley. You say this is your job? You should work for what you get.”
June sat up, arms crossed. “You’re not my patron yet, and you’re already getting cocky.”
“You have no idea.” Sette grabbed a chunk of June’s hair in her fist, pulling her head toward her. “Make me believe you want me.”
June’s eyes widened. “Yes,ma’am.”
“I like it when you call me ma’am.” Way better than that doctor shit. Any woman could call her doctor. Many had. Only June could call herma’amand make it sound sincere.It’s part of her persona… yet I can’t say no to it.The carefully constructed Sette Christie came undone… for a courtesan. “Too bad you won’t be able to say anything at all with my pussy on your face.”
June’s wicked grin killed her, but she didn’t let it show. Not even when Sette lifted her skirt and removed her underwear,ready for whatever June gave her. “You want to come on my face, ma’am?” June stroked her, softly at first, then with rueful determination.Fuck. She’s getting back at me, all right.This was the type of petty vengeance Sette could get into, however. “Or should I get wet right now?”
“Yes. That. Assuming you want me to fuck you at a moment’s notice.”
“Absolutely.” That purr lasted long enough to touch Sette’s slit when June’s mouth moved over her mound. After that, Sette was gone, and June was silenced aside from the delightful growls in her throat.Only one other woman has made me feel like this. I’m never going without again.
Sette didn’t know if it was how she really was, or if she was merely doing her job, but June knew how to make a woman’s pussy feel so worshipped that she thought she was queen of the fucking world. When she wasn’t kissing Sette’s nether lips, she was squeezing her thighs, stroking her skin, and teasing her entrance until she thought she would explode. Indeed, she would have, if it weren’t for the greatest amount of self-control she had ever conjured.I’m not thinking of the queen, per se, or even baseball, but if I open my eyes and look at that head of hair, I will fucking lose it.On one hand, that sounded awesome. On the other? There was a lot to be said for drawing things out.
June whined, her mouth slowly, languishingly moving away. Sette would’ve ordered her to get back to work, but June’s visage was so soft and lovely that she was left speechless. Or maybe that was Sette’s pussy demanding to come that made her that way.
“I’m already wet,” June said, coquettish. “Do you want to feel?” Her fingers disappeared between her legs.
“I’ll feel it soon enough. Did I tell you to stop?”
