Thread: Hire Me {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

Warmth from his hand lingered in the handkerchief and she pressed it with her own to help the cut clot more quickly. The sting of it hadn't really been felt so much as noticed when it happened. Either the glass or whatever it was had been too sharp or the space in her head to which Evie had sent her conscious, non-working girl self had simply been too far away for the sensation to be perceived as pain. It did sting now and she thought there was still something in it, dirt or grit, but cleaning it now was not a concern. The reaction Chase gave was a concern, the concern, and Evie didn't know if she'd misread him or if there was so much of him buried, stuffed down deep by years of denial, that he wasn't even aware on the subconscious level what he wanted. Honoring the contract, being the best Hire Me had to offer to him, was going to be incredibly difficult. Evie had never had this feeling before with a client and it was shaking her confidence. Confidence returned slightly, like a sip of water when you were parched, when Chase showed himself to be no different than most of her other clients. They all wanted to know why she chose this job, why she traded her time and looks and conversation and sex for money. Many of them wanted to save her in some sort of Pretty Woman fantasy. They didn't know Evie had more money tucked away than that, a lot more, and in just a few years was going to be able to leave the Hire Me life behind - if she wanted to. No one asks an architect who designs beautiful buildings why she does what she does. Or a doctor who sacrificed marriage and dating and kids until late in life why she made that choice to heal people. Do you think anyone asked the maids at the hotels why they clean rooms and pick up wet towels and strip cum stained sheets all day? Did you? Or did you just leave a tip out of some sense of it's what you do and felt vaguely guilty about the mess you left behind? Orange light from passing poles washed her face and made the blood coming through the handkerchief look like chocolate sauce. Evie looked down at it then pulled the handkerchief away with a slight wince as it stuck to the nicely forming clot before pulling free. When she looked back at Chase she folded it up and tucked it in his jacket pocket, heedless of the chance her blood might ruin his suit. Quid pro quo perhaps. I have a gift, a talent, and I've got youth and beauty and my figure and a pretty good brain holding it all together. I could use that to set myself up as a trophy wife and never have to worry about anything again. I do what I do, I'm a high dollar whore, because I like it. I like the challenge of seeing if I can read my client and give them what they want so well they'll never forget me and I'll be immortal in their mind. I like the money and the life it can bring me. I like sex and I'm very, very good at it. I'll be the best you'll ever have, she said with confidence. But those are all rational reasons. Those are...justifications. Excuses I suppose. The car turned onto an on ramp and got up onto the expressway that would drop them at the hotel in a few miles. Orange light gave way to the merciless white of newer LEDs, washing her face out like a puppets. I'd do it for free if I had to. I'm addicted to the emotions, to the roller coaster of them and to the stunning highs and the heart shattering lows. I'm able to lose myself in my client's fantasy and they give me feelings that I could never have on my own. The joy of guilty betrayal as a father takes his daughter. The good girl swept away by the skill of her new lover and experiencing a real orgasm for the first time. The loving wife turned out at a business party to further her husband's career. The struggles, the submissions, the dirty sex and the sweet sex and the sex that defies and defiles. Evie crossed her legs and let her dangling toes trace Dr. Chase's calf. I do it because I've always dreamed of meeting someone who could make me feel things that no one else can, who can finally get inside to the real me and shatter her so I will finally know what it feels like. It's a high I chase and I've never found anyone who could take me there. There's always a part of me that stays rational, in control, even when I'm sobbing on the floor and he's standing over me with a belt and I'm begging him to stop. I always can see out past those terrified eyes and stay in control, even as I let the rest of me play the role. I need someone who can take that from me and let me really feel instead of almost feeling. Evie smiled and crossed her legs the other way, slim thighs parting to show Chase what he'd bought before closing up again and hiding her silk covered sex from his eyes. Why do you care? It was as much challenge as question.