AJ said she wouldn’t be returning, but that didn’t stop the kernel of hope Vanessa felt in her chest every time Debra knocked on her door. Without fail, it was always a random John looking to get sucked off.
It had already been two weeks. A regular would have come back by now. Vanessa had packed up her things and was ready to leave. It was Friday night and her big plans consisted of eating takeout and watching a rerun of I Love Lucy.
Debra stopped her in the hallway before she walked out. “I need you to take one more.”
Vanessa groaned. “No. My shift already ended. Get someone else to cover.”
“Sorry, but she specifically requested you.”
Vanessa’s heart stopped. “She?”
“Yeah. Same girl as last time. Already offered a whopper of a tip.”
She came back.
“Send her in,” Vanessa said eagerly. “Wait! Give me five minutes to get ready first.” She decided to change into something red this time, it always clashed fantastically with her hair. She fished her makeup bag out of her purse and hurriedly reapplied some in the vanity mirror. She took her hair down and shook it out. Maybe, if she was lucky, AJ would braid it again.
To her immense pleasure, AJ walked through the door minutes later. “Angel,” Vanessa purred, “I thought you said you wouldn’t be coming back to visit.”
AJ looked at her sheepishly. “I’m surprised you remember you me.”
“How could I forget a smile like that?” she said smoothly. Also, how could she forget the person she’d thought about constantly for the last two weeks?
“Yes, well,” she blushed, “I paid for two hours tonight. I hope that’s alright.”
Vanessa could do a cartwheel. Two full hours! “Why don’t you take a seat and I can show you just how alright it is.”
This evening, the angel wore a light pink dress and matching pink pillbox hat. Vanessa couldn’t wait to pull it off her. Her body was just as beautiful and full as she remembered, maybe even moreso. The zipped whined loudly as Vanessa pulled it down, but she couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her erratic heartbeat.
AJ’s undergarments had graduated from tan cotton to black silk.
“I see you have a new get up,” Vanessa said, gesturing at her lingerie. Her own voice sounded breathy in her ears. It’s just underwear, calm down pervert.
“Yes, I purchased them this week. Do you... do you like them?” She asked tentatively.
“Yes, but I’d like them better on the floor.”
AJ’s cheeks turned crimson. “Well, you had better take them off then.” The assertiveness in her tone did something to Vanessa, who leaned forward.
“Your wish is my command.”
All of AJ’s self-absurdness disappeared when Vanessa pulled down her panties with her teeth. She stroked the inside of her dimpled thighs with feather light touches, leaving hot kisses in their place as she moved towards the delicate folds between her legs. Exploring each of them carefully with slender fingers.
AJ was biting her lip to keep from crying out. She was holding back, not ready to lose control just yet. Vanessa was determined to change that as she buried her face in coarse, dark blonde curls. A guttural sound escaped AJ’s parted lips and her body spasmed. The noise made Vanessa skin broil.
It had barely been two minutes and AJ was already slick for her, Vanessa could feel it on her chin. The redhead moved her face downward. She was now lapping at her wetness like a starving man, savouring the heady taste of her. She was desperate for more, and stuck her tongue inside her opening. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this good, this alive.
“Vanessa!” AJ shrieked.
Her mouth continued working as she moved the pad of her thumb in tight, clockwise circles around her hard pink flesh. The bundle of nerves sent shock waves through every part of AJ’s body. In her ecstasy, she grabbed Vanessa’s hair and pulled, causing goose flesh to crawl down her spine. Fuck.
She was completely unraveled and it was all thanks to Vanessa. Making such a proper lady fall apart in her arms by using her mouth was pushing Vanessa towards the edge. She knew she could also come undone with just a touch.
With another yank, Vanessa could feel AJ’s muscles lock. She cried out Vanessa’s name as she came.
It took a few moments for her to come back to herself but, just like their last session, AJ was certain to make sure her partner’s needs were also met.
After four more rounds and a combined total of five orgasms, they had twenty minutes left together. Vanessa was completely blissed out and utterly exhausted. AJ appeared to feel the same way. The blonde rolled over towards the side of the bed.
“Not getting dressed, I hope.”
“No, I know better than that,” AJ said excitedly, “I actually brought some books.”
Vanessa raised an eyebrow at her. “Why?”
“Oh,” AJ’s smile faded. “Last time you said I could read to you if I wanted. Obviously you were kidding. I’m sorry, I’m a fool for not picking up on what was clearly a joke.”
“No!” Vanessa said louder than she had meant to. “That sounds great, really.”
“You mean it?” AJ asked skeptically.
“Honestly, I can’t think of anything better.”
“Alright then, why don’t you help me pick one out.” She set four novels in front of her: East of Eden, Lord of the Flies, The Portrait of Dorian Gray, and Pride and Prejudice.
“Well I just finished East of Eden a few weeks ago, so that’s out.”
“Really?”
“Oi, don’t sound so surprised. Do you think all us whores are illiterate?”
AJ looked mortified. “No! I didn’t mean to imply,” she began, but then she saw Vanessa’s smug face. She pushed her gently, “Oh, you demon. Tell me, what did you think?”
“I think that Steinbeck understands the human condition better than any author I’ve read.”
“How do you mean?”
Vanessa scratched the back of her neck, searching for the right words. “I dunno. Each person does their best to navigate between good and evil, but it’s always a struggle. We aren’t inherently better or worse because the people who came before us. Sure, our ancestors may have made things harder or easier, but we ultimately get to choose who we are, and it’s hard for some people to realize that.”
AJ nodded. “The whole thing is a religious allegory. It makes sense that free will would be a large theme.”
“But does religion really promote free will?”
AJ looked taken aback. “How would it not? We choose if we want to be good worshipers. We have a decision in God’s plan as to whether we pick good or evil.”
“Angel, I spent a lot of time in church as a kid. I was always taught to just keep my head down and obey. I felt like I never had a choice in anything. Someone else was always in control, telling me who and what I should be. Can’t tell you how many parishioners told me I needed to find a good Christian man, become a homemaker, and sire a gaggle of kids. It’s what's pushed on women. If you ask me, modern religion is the antithesis of self determinism.”
Vanessa paused from her ramblings to gauge her partner's reaction. AJ looked uneasy, and Vanessa noticed she was pulling at a silver chain on her neck. She hadn’t noticed before that it was attached to a miniature crucifix.
She’s still religious. “Shit, sorry. I’ve offended you.”
“No, quite the opposite. Dear, you’re stimulating to talk to. Has anyone ever told you how clever you are?”
Vanessa’s ears turned pink at the compliment. “People usually don’t feel the need to point out the obvious.”
“Is that so?” She said dryly. “Regardless, I find your perspective refreshing. It’s been quite some time since I’ve found myself so engaged in a conversation. Most people in my life aren’t interested in literature.”
“Now you have at least one person that is. Guess I’m good for more than just sex, huh?” she winked. What the fuck was she saying? Flirting was part of the job, but that was a bit much.
To her surprise, AJ was smiling at her. “Yes, I suppose you are.”
Vanessa decided to change the subject before she said something else ridiculous. “The only one I haven’t read is Lord of the Flies.”
“This is actually the only one I haven’t read either, with it being so newly published. I heard it delves into men being predisposed to savagery.”
“What? Men, making poor decisions?” Vanessa pretended to clutch a string of pearls. “Never.”
AJ giggled, tucked her waist under the covers, and patted her lap; signaling Vanessa to rest her head there. She did, and listened to AJ’s soft voice while she gently played with her hair.
Vanessa had started drifting to sleep when AJ glanced up at the clock. “Goodness me, where does the time go?”
Vanessa reluctantly lifted her head and AJ moved to grab her things off the floor.
“You know, I can stay later if you want. You’re my last client, and I heard you tipped well. Least I could do is give you another half hour.”
“No, no, I’ll be expected back home soon. Thank you again for another wonderful evening, darling.” Darling.
AJ dressed hastily, then stopped in the doorway. “Maybe,” she hesitated, “If you’re amiable, we could make this a regular thing. I could book you in two hour increments again. Do you always work Friday evenings?”
“Yes.” That was a lie, but the brothel always needed people to pick up the Friday shift. Debra would be thrilled if she volunteered.
“Same time?”
“If it works for you.”
The moment felt charged, until it was broken with the loud rumbling of Vanessa’s stomach.
“Oh my, you’d better go get yourself something to eat.”
“M’fine,” she said, embarrassed. “Usually not a big eater anyways. Fridays are always hectic here, never have time for a dinner break.”
“Well, just make sure you're taking care of yourself,” AJ slipped on her low, tan heels. “I need you to keep your energy up.” She shot Vanessa a wink before leaving.
Vanessa felt a flutter in her chest whenever she thought about Friday. She mentally chastised herself. She needed to stay detached. AJ was just paying for a service, one that Vanessa offered well. Thinking it was anything more would be reckless.
Of course, Vanessa knew she was a goner when AJ brought her a container of biscuits the following week.
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