“No, my observation is for a clinical assessment.”
“Not for your own arousal?” His sexy smirk raised the temperature between my legs.
“No, Mr. Baxter, definitely not.” That felt like a lie as soon as the words left my mouth. Our conversation seemed to have slipped into verbal flirting.
“Well, if it is just for a clinical assessment, then I will consent.” He flashed that smile, which again made me melt and tingle in several erogenous zones. While he said one thing, I felt like he meant so much more.
“Could you initial here then?” I asked, trying to ignore the obvious flirting. I held out the clipboard and pointed to the spot, which gave me permission to observe his session. As he leaned in to initial the release form, his cologne filled my nostrils. Wood and leather, with a hint of jasmine, seduced my senses. His hand brushed mine as he returned the pen. As I turned away, he grasped my forearm.
“Although, if you had wanted to watch me to get aroused, I would have signed it as well.”
Oh, my god.I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or wanted to seduce me. I didn’t think he’d have to do much more to do the latter.
“I will get Chastity and you two can get started.”
I turned and left the surrogate room. My legs felt wobbly as I did so, and I wondered if I could make it through their session without succumbing to the whirlwind of emotions and hormones coursing through my body.
* * *
Chastity entered the surrogate room like the sexual goddess that she was. The best sex surrogate in LA wore a white Turkish cotton robe and matching slippers. I knew she would only wear a matching pair of panties and bra underneath. Even her walk exuded sexuality as she swayed her hips, hips that could hypnotize a man, any man. Or many women.
Not all sex surrogates were beautiful and shapely, like Chastity. She stood a perfect five feet nine inches tall with long, shapely legs and curves to match. She had a nice 38-28-38 figure with breasts that fell between a C and D cup depending on the time of month.
Chastity’s body defied nationality. She had the olive skin and raven black hair of her Native American ancestry. Blue eyes, rounded cheeks, and full lips she inherited from her Swedish mother. She was an exotic beauty and at twenty-nine she could have been walking runways and modeling all over the country.
Surrogacy for her had been a calling. She always told me how much she loved sex and touch. She had a way of working magic with my clients and somehow kept them from falling in love with her. That made her the best surrogate in California.
I had also discovered that her looks provided some major benefits. One, for men who became aroused by the visual, she was perfect. If a man was attracted to the classic body and beauty that Hollywood and modeling agencies across the country were looking for to sell everything from cars to condoms, clothes to hamburgers, then they would immediately feel some arousal for her as soon as she entered the room and sashayed towards them.
Two, if a man didn’t get aroused immediately to her, especially one of Dirk’s age, then it could be a sign that they had an issue we needed to work on and, more importantly, could resolve.
She approached Dirk, who stood up and politely shook her hand. He didn’t give her the same broad smile he had offered to me, but he didn’t frown or smirk. They went through her normal routine of explaining what they would do and to put him at ease. When they finished, Chastity walked to one side of the bed, which allowed her to look right through the one-way mirror.
She gave me that Oh-My-God look, the universal signal among women that a guy is hot as hell. I grinned and felt a momentary relief in her confirmation of Dirk Baxter’s looks.
I started the digital recording and the old 8MM camera that we rarely used anymore. The benefit of the 8MM was that I had a player at home and could watch it again tonight. For strictly professional reasons, of course.
Chastity removed her robe and slippers and slid onto the bed. She began arranging pillows and took a position where she leaned against the headboard with plenty of support. Her long legs spread, making room for Dirk to lie between them. She wore a flesh tone bra and matching panties. She almost looked nude. If Chastity didn’t work for me, her charms would have tempted me in the outside world.
She arranged her hair and ran her hands up her thighs and then beckoned Dirk to the bed.
Dirk had shed his Allen Edmonds black dress shoes and socks, his black Hugo Boss suit jacket, and his shirt and tie. Every time I had seen him, he wore tailored suits with no apparent loyalty to one brand. And every time I wanted to tear his clothes off.
Mr. Dark Eyes had just the right amount of muscle with a well-defined chest and six distinct bumps for abs. He wasn’t deeply cut like a dedicated body builder, but he definitely took care of his body. As he slid his black slacks off, I could see his plaid boxers, which covered too much of his body but couldn’t hide his calves and quads, which rippled as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.
I felt a tingle between my legs and a shiver ran through me. I slid the volume switch on the wall so that I could hear their conversation.
He climbed onto the bed and Chastity guided him to lie down between her legs, his back to her chest. She also guided him to lay his hands at his sides, palms down on the bed. The only contact between them was his back against her front. He couldn’t help but feel her breasts pressed against his back. With his boxers on, I couldn’t determine his level of arousal.
I made a mental note to have him wear briefs next time.
“Let’s start by relaxing. I’m just going to lay my hands on your belly and I want you to take slow deep breaths with me.” Chastity wrapped her arms around his torso, placing them on his belly. Her chin lay on his right shoulder. “I want you to breathe deeply into your belly.”
Dirk pulled in a long breath, but he pulled most of the air into his lungs, evident by his chest rising and falling.
“It’s okay to lay your head on my shoulder,” Chastity instructed. “And breath into your belly. I want to see my hands rise and fall.”
With those abs of his, if he’d never practiced belly breathing, this might be hard, but it was the key to both relaxing and to creating a good flow of energy and hormones through the vagus nerve. In a few more breaths, his belly rose and fell with each breath.
