CALL GIRL #1

Oooh,  shit this is taking forever. It didn’t matter how selective you are, how tight you squeeze, or how fast you go. There was always one that’ll take longer to come than everyone else you know. It didn’t happen often and they definitely didn’t go on my regular client list. I got paid for this but I sure as shit didn’t have the patience to bounce on some guy until he decides he wants to shoot his load. He grunted and groaned beneath me, his lazy thrusts no match for my desperate ones. "Jesus fucking Christ, will you cum already?" I said to myself. I stole a look at the clock on the hotel bed side clock. 'Five minutes left. Time to end this.' I cringed and crept my hand around his thigh to his backside. God, I hated this part. I squeezed his cock at the same time I slipped my

Fortunately for me, I had more than enough confidence. At least Christy Lopez did.Seattle Hotel. 8pm to meet, function at 8:30. Money on arrival. Receptionist Ruth is expecting you.I nodded once and threw my cell back on my bed to get ready. I knew the Seattle Hotel well. I’d been there several times before as a paid date. The functions were held in the largest room, and you had to be somebody to get in there. It was one of the most exclusive hotels in the city.I fixed my dark hair to the side, letting curls fall over my shoulder, and slipped my feet into some black heels. Diamond earrings glitter in my lobes, and after a coat of lipstick, I tucked it into my purse.I climbed into the waiting cab and stretched out my legs. A lick of nervousness flared inside me. Not knowing the client’s name before a date was always unnerving—especially when they were a last-

George wrapped his other hand around my neck and brought his lips to my forehead. Warmth and tingles travelled through me at the contact. It had been so long since I had a touch like that—tender, gentle, almost loving—that I almost forgot one of the rules of my life.No personal feelings for clients or any of their actions.“What are you doing?”“After politely dismissing herself from Mr. Wayne, my mother traveled across the room to Mrs. Roy. Once there, she will have proceeded to tell her the story of how we found each other again after seven long years of being apart, and isn’t it great how we’re reconnecting? And don’t we look so good together? And Mrs. Roy will have agreed and voiced how beautiful our babies would be,” he replied in a hushed tone with a hint of amusement. “And this will happen with every one of my mother’s friends throughout the night. I’m merely keeping her happy, Gina.

This was the very reason call girls don’t love. We don’t love, we don’t lust, and we don’t spend our days thinking, What if? Being a call girl is taking and giving without really giving any of yourself at all.I don’t give my name, my age, my likes or dislikes. I don’t give anything except what the client pays for, and there’s only one part of me they’re paying for. They don’t pay for the story of my parents’ deaths, of how I took this life because it was a quick and easy fix for me financially, or of how I dropped out of college and a chance at my dream career because this was so much higher paid.And isn’t everything about money?You pay me it,s to fuck you, and I take it. That money gives me pretty things—a house full of beautiful clothes and shoes—and that money gives you the time of you

“See that girl standing by the stairs? That’s my father’s second assistant. Try not to look too pissed off at me.”“I’ll be as sweet as sugar,” I snapped quietly. A smile replaced my frown when we approached the tall, blond girl with a catwalk figure.“Mr. Stone.” She flicked her hair and beamed at him. Jesus, her eyes were undressing him right there. “And this must be Miss Lopez?”“That’s me.” My smile turned tight, and she noticed, quickly diverting her eyes to the clipboard in her hand.She cleared her throat. “Well, Mr. Stone, your father wanted me to tell you that everything you need is on the plane, and you’re booked to stay at the Grand Hotel.”“Presidential suite?” Aaron questioned.“Yes, sir. You have use of the company card.” She ha