EroticReverie

Colt Kingsley

I didn't have time for women. The last one I'd wasted my fucking time on left me feeling like a god damn chump when I'd let myself develop feelings for her only to find out she was screwing half the fucking rich men in the city. 

That's why I now preferred escorts. Whenever I had an event to go to where I decided I needed something pretty on my arm, I paid an escort. Sometimes fucking them afterward, sometimes not.

Seraphina was the first escort I'd actually enjoyed. While the others did exactly as they were paid to, looked pretty, impressed those around me, Seraphina was the first one to not see dollar signs at every rich man she looked at. The first one that didnt coyly flirt with other men while on my fucking arm. She was a smart mouthed little brat too, which I have to admit I enjoy a bit too fucking much. 

"Couldnt get enough of me huh?" she'd said when I'd picked her up for the second "date" we went on. 

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to fuck her the second I saw her picture on the list of available escorts. Dangerous. That's what she was. I didn't doubt her attraction, but I also didnt doubt that she was a phenomenal little actress. And everytime I looked at her, I had to remind myself of the last girl i truly wanted, and what the fuck she did. Serahphina was paid to be pretty. Paid to feign interest in men and pretend to enjoy their company. 

She was about half a foot shorter than me, five foot eight, even taller when she wore heels. She had long almost white blonde hair, and big brown eyes, a sexy little doe eyed danger is what she was. She also had a great set of tits, doube d's according to her profile within the company she escorts for. Eighteen. Eighteen fucking years old, and an escort. I could never decide if girls were stupid or smart as hell to monetize on their bodies and looks. 

"Take your clothes off." I say as I slide my tux jacket off, and pull at the stupid bow tie and unbutton my shirt.

"Wow, so romantic." she teases, toeing off her heels and dropping a few inches. 

"I'm the one paying. I don't need to be romantic. Take your fucking clothes off." I say as I pull my shirt from my pants and pull it open and slide it off as she stands there watching me with a playful smile on her face.

"Does it make you feel better Colt?" she asks as she reaches to the thin straps on her shoulders.

"Does what make me feel better?" I huff as I toss my shirt to the couch of my grand living room and then work my belt undone.

"Is it easier for you?" she asks, slipping the straps lower. "To treat me like a whore?" 

My lip curls. "Escort...whore...it's all the same isn't it?" I take my belt and throw it to the floor.

"I like when you try pretending you don't want me Colt." she taunts and I let a low growl rumble from my chest. 

"Shut up and take off your dress." I nod to her dress, still only the straps lowered to her fucking arms.

"Drop..the fucking dress..now" I snarl my command and she bites her lips.

"Come do it yourself, I know you want to." she says and lets it slip just the slightest bit more, her breasts full and looking like they'd feel the perfect amount of fucking heavy in my hands.

"This isn't a fucking game. Do what I'm paying you to do." I growl.

"You pay me...to go on dates....not take my clothes off." she counters and my nostrils flare.

I turn, reaching for my tux jacket, taking out my wallet, pulling a handful of hundred dollars bill from it and throwing them towards her, letting them flutter to the fucking ground at her feet.

"There, now be a good ESCORT and take your fucking clothes off." I growl and she looks at the money with a little laugh. Her eyes lift to from the money at her feet, and I feel a slight twinge in my chest at the flash of something in her eyes that's not at all playful, or teasing. A look I've never seen yet from her, it flickers quickly, and then it's gone. 

"fine." she says and as I swallow down the guilt from putting that breif look of hurt on her face. She drops her arms, the dress slipping down and hitting the floor, and she uncermoniously reaching behind her to unhook her strapless bra and then that falls too. I'm a fucking asshole. I feel like a fucking asshole, because no matter how guilty I feel for throwing money at her like a whore, I cant help but look at what it just bought me. 

I watch her tits hang as she bends over, removing her thong and sliding it down, then standing up and stepping out of it, her toes pushing her panties and dropped bra, and dress to the side. 

"now what?" she asks. 

I don't even blink.

"Tell your whore what to do Colt. Come on. Fucking tell me what to do!" she yells and I swallow , my eyes going all over her. She was stunning. I couldnt take my bastard eyes off her body. 

"You want me to suck your cock, right?" she asks walking over and I step back slightly as she reaches for my pants.

"Come on then, take it out and let me give you your fucking moneys worth!" she yells as I grab her hands and stop her, she jerks her hands from my hold and then shoves me. 

"What's wrong? Huh? You were doing so good treating me like a whore, keep going! keep fucking going!" she shoves at me again. 

"Sera.." I say, not even sure of what to say. I wanted her. God, I fucking wanted her. I wanted her right now, I wanted to taste her, fuck her, I wanted to bury my cock inside of her. But...not like this. 

"Fuck you!" she yells. "Fuck you!" she shoves me again and turns and grabs her dress. Her shoes, leaving her bra and thong on the floor as she storms away. She wasn't crying, but I had a feeling she would. Because of me. 

"Sera" I call after her, giving chase, and jogging towards my front door, to find it open with her running naked down the steps.

"Sera!" I yell after her and run down the steps as she slips the gown over her head, and allows me to catch up to her. 

"sera, I" I grab her arm and she jerks away from me. 

"Dont fucking touch me!" she shouts and I wince at the fat tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Dont ever...fucking touch me...ever again" she says angrily glaring at me. 

"I'm sorry" I say quietly, looking down. Unable to look her in the fucking eyes.

"Let's just...let's go inside" I say quietly.

"No" she bites out and then turns, walking on the round gravel in her bare feet.

"Then let me at least take you home" I say walking after her.

"Fuck you Colt, I dont want anything from you." she spits over her shoulder with venom.

"Sera you cant leave" I say.

"Fuck you Colt" she says and I just watch her keep walking. 

I'm a fucking idiot, cause I cant even think right now of anything to say that might change her mind except for something only an asshole would say.

"You wont get paid a fucking dime for tonight if you leave!" I yell.

She spins around, her eyes wide, and fucking on fire with anger I've never fucking seen from a woman. 

She lifts her arm, my eyes going wide as well as Seraphine throws her heel through the air and it lands with vengeance at my fucking feet , and she runs a few steps, hurling the other through the air, right at my head, and I duck as it whooshes past me. 

"I DONT WANT YOUR FUCKING MONEY! I WANT NOTHING TO FUCKING DO WITH YOU! YOU'RE A FUCKING BASTARD! AND A PIECE OF SHIT, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" 

She storms over to me, hands wailing, slapping, angry little fists punching, and I grab her wrists and she screams. 

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" she yells and I drop them, stepping back as she looks at me. 

"You may think I'm a fucking whore" her voice is shaking. "and maybe i fucking am" she says through gritted teeth.

"But at least im not some sad pathetic fucking rich lonely fuck that needs to pay women to spend time with me!" she yells

"rot in fucking hell Colt." she seethes. "I never want to see you again."