2: A Hooker For The Birthday Boy

Her eyes popped as it dawned on her what she was about to engage in, but her muddled brain and overloaded nerves couldn't let her string a coherent sentence to get out of the predicament without creating a scene. She straightened her back and lined up next to the other ladies. The said pimp approached her with a dissatisfied look in his eyes. “Lose this darling,” he nudged her jacket. “These clients are loaded, they need to see clearly what they are paying for.” Alicia nodded, discarding her jacket warily. She craned her neck to scan the property, and it was definitely a private residence. Before she could find a potential escape route, the mansion door opened and a rather chippy sexy devil appeared. Once his eyes fell on the ladies, a bright smile illuminated his face. He rubbed his palms together gleefully like he was about to unwrap a precious gift.

“I love today's collection, Mathias.” The man said addressing the pimp. “My nerdy brother will have a field day.”

Mathias smiled at the compliment, one would have thought he has won an Oscar or something. The man turned to enter the immaculately extravagant foyer, and the ladies lined up, following closely. As Alicia noted, they had to sway their hips in a certain way while still keeping their backs straights and necks even straighter. She observed that once they came into the view of the VVIP, the baby-kissing smiles were plastered in place. Every lady seemed to know what to do. She felt worse, than a needle probably feels, lost in a haystack.

She decided she had nothing to lose and might as well enjoy her one night of freedom, for she had a feeling her family and Heralds would leave no stone untouched to locate her and drag her back home. When a waiter approached her for a drink preference, she ordered a dirty martini. Not that she had drank anything but wine before, but she knew to survive the night she needed to inhibit her senses and in return lose morals. She gulped the drink at a go and took another. And then another. “You might want to slow down there, babe,” one of the ladies she had come with warned warmly. Alicia turned a blank stare at her.

“Are you new?” The lady asked, making Alicia nod.

“It figures,” she responded with a smile. “I was jittery too on my first day.” She offered kindly, leading Alicia away from the spotlight. “I suggest you hang out around here,” Alicia looked around the spot, wondering what was good about it. “Very few will take notice of you, and you might escape untouched. They have already paid so…” She trailed, but Alicia had already got what she meant.

“Thank you,” Alicia murmured, slumping on the nearest seat. She had begun feeling the effects of the three dirty martinis she had gulped. After a few more pointers, the good lady left Alicia to carry on with her night. Hours passed and nothing of interest really happened, and luckily no one had bothered her.

That simple fact made her feel like she was free to roam around. She stood ready to check out the magnificent place, when she bumped into someone. A certain sexy someone, she noted. “I am sorry,” the good-looking gentleman apologized with a warm smile before stepping past her and walked out of the room. Alicia followed quickly.

“Excuse me,” she called making Theodore, as he later introduced himself, halt and turn impatiently.

“Yes?” He asked with a blank stare, scanning Alicia's clothing.

“Can I come with you?” She asked desperately, …too desperately. Theodore crinkled his forehead, wondering if it is Xavier who had orchestrated the scene playing out. He wouldn't put it past his silly brother.

“Sorry madam, but I do not require your services,” Theodore offered, shifting uncomfortably. It was his first time encountering a hooker, and he didn't know how to feel about it. He feigned a smile and ended up looking like he was fighting a bad case of constipation instead. Alicia chuckled. She was in no way intelligent with men, but the hunk standing awkwardly in front of her reeks of innocence.

“I am not a…” Alicia started but trailed, realizing she might blow her cover. “I am not doing business tonight, I just need to escape and probably find a way out of this property.” Theodore gauged her for a minute and when he deemed she wasn't trying to get with him, he visibly relaxed.

“I am heading to my room,” he blurted. “You can come with until your colleagues are ready to leave, I guess.” Alicia smiled, offering her gratitude, and fell in step with him. Inside his room, Theodore led her to a lavish balcony with a set of black Chesterfield sofas and gestured for her to sit. He disappeared back into his room and opened his nightstand minibar. He grabbed a bottle of Krug Grande Cuvée Brut and two champagne glasses. He had never had a girl in his room, so by all standards, he was clueless. Offering a drink seemed like a logical way to begin.

“Thanks,” Alicia smiled, taking the empty glass from him. Theodore set his own glass on the table before popping the champagne bottle open expertly. He poured a taster for Alicia and once she confirmed she was okay with it, he poured more and then filled his glass before setting the bottle on an ice bucket. He then peeled off his suit jacket, loosened the tie, and opened the two top buttons of his shirt. After folding the sleeves to the elbow, Theodore sank onto the sofa beside Alicia with a deep exhale. “Finally,” he grumbled, rubbing his palm over his face and let his head fall back on the sofa with a deep exhale.

“Couldn't wait to get away, huh?” Alicia teased, taking a sip of the chilled bubbly, loving the tingly feeling in her throat.

“I was miserable,” Theodore groaned breathlessly gazing up.

“Then why did you attend?” She asked curiously.

“I sort of had to,” Theo answered.

“Do you know the birthday boy?” Alicia asked, wondering why he felt the need to put himself through torture if he wasn't enjoying the party.

“I am the birthday boy.” He peeked at her surprised face, sheepishly.

“You hired the hookers?” Alicia asked incredulously, like it would be a crime for Theodore to do such a thing. It made the shy billionaire chuckle delightfully.

“You don't think I can?” It was terrible enough for his family to tease him daily about his naivety, without having a total stranger pointing it out.

“It was meant as a compliment,” Alicia argued making Theodore scoff, but none remarked on it again. A satisfying silence fell between the awkwardly social pair as they sipped their champagne. Alicia surprised herself at how much she packed away, considering she wasn't a heavy drinker.

“Can we watch a movie?” She suddenly blurted, like she had read into Theodore's mind. He, too, wanted to watch something, but he feared it might appear weird to the sexy as hell woman seated beside him.

“What would you like to watch?” He asked casually, trying not to sound too eager.

“Anything medieval-like fantasy,” Alicia answered instantly. “Something we have both watched, preferably. It might be a nice time for a rerun.”

Theo looked at her thoughtfully. “Have you watched outpost?” he asked.

“Yeah, but the last season sucked. Terrible scripting.” She clicked her tongue in displeasure.

“Legend of the seeker?” Theodore asked hopefully.

“Maybe…”

“Come on, what's your issue with it?” Theodore goaded, coming to the aid of his favorite show.

“Nothing, just that right now I prefer something… naughty.” She reddened right after looking at everything but Theodore. He grinned, giving her a knowing side-eye.

“How about the outlander?”

“I loved the sex scenes,” she smirked, tongue in her cheek.

“Me too,” Theodore confirmed with a light blush. “Maybe Tudors will be the better option in that regard.” He remembered the many explicit scenes in the series.

“Sold,”

“Finally, woman.” He growled with mock relief, fetching the remote and turned on the 72 inches screen mounted on the wall in front of them. After slotting in the series, the two sat back and enjoyed watching amidst light banter. Didn't take long before the two began squirming. They were getting hot really quick.

“Fuck!” Theodore swore under his breath, adjusting his pants. The straining of his cock against the zipper was very much uncomfortable.

“They make it seem incredible,” Alicia swallowed, her lips suddenly drying. She crossed her legs tighter as a warmth she couldn't ignore pooled between her legs. Unknown to both, they are virgins. Clueless, inexperienced sex starved adults. No one remembers who really made the first move, but they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. Their sloppy kisses and timid touches felt heavenly for the two amateurs.

“I need to…” Theodore began, but Alicia cut him off with a kiss. She moved to his lap, and the billionaire rose with her in his arms. The TV show was completely forgotten. He led them inside, to his bedroom. He lowered her onto the soft bedding and followed right after, closing his lips over hers. Both gave as good they received, grinding their clothed bodies wantonly against each other. When Alicia raised her hands and began unbuttoning Theodore's shirt, it was like a green light Theodore didn't know he needed. The nerdy billionaire sat back on his knees and ogled the sexy moaning mess beneath him, and he couldn't believe what was about to happen. He didn't know where to begin, but he was sure that clothes off, were part of the equation. He began undressing her, slowly revealing her nakedness to his hungry eyes. He can't quite explain what happened next, but before long, he parted her legs, and fucked her to sleep. Even in his sated exhausted state, Theodore still had the grace to fetch his wallet and retrieve a couple of hundred bills, and place them next to Alicia's dress.

Imagine his shock when he woke up the next morning to find a hundred bills placed nicely on his nightstand and Alicia nowhere in sight. His confusion only doubled when his eyes fell on a gigantic bloodstain on his sky-blue bedsheets. There was no doubt in his mind what that meant. No wonder she was so tight, he thought grimly. He felt like a fool for not knowing and feared he might have hurt her since he wasn't so gentle. The thought mortified him.