EroticReverie

Seraphina Sinclair - Two weeks later

I was wrong about Colt. I thought he'd maybe liked me, considering I was the first escort he'd actually bothered to request a second time. Then a third. Then a fourth. I thought that maybe I'd break through whatever little fucked up wall he had around him. I was wrong. Escorting maybe wasn't the most "respectable" profession for a woman to have I guess. But none of the other men I'd been a paid escort to made me feel as cheap as he did throwing that fucking money at me, demanding I take my fucking clothes off. I was sure more assholes like that were to come at  some point, but I wouldnt care, because I wouldnt like them. I wouldnt want them the way I'd wanted him. So I would be able to brush it off a hell of a lot easier. 

I'd had his money delivered back to him in cash the very day after I left his house in tears and threw out the dress and the shoes in a donation bin a week after, along with the diamond bracelet he sent as an "apology"  to the office where we pick up our checks, along with a check for the amount of money I'd returned. I burnt his check over my sink in my apartment. I also declined his request he'd put in for another date with me. When Marsha, the "madame" called me into her office to ask why I was denying her richest customer a date. I told her I wasn't interested. 

"If he did something I need to know about Sera..." she'd said. I'd just shaken my head and told her a partial truth.

"You told me not get attatched to the customers. I think I was starting to. So...I dont want to see him anymore." I say and she just stared, gave me a single nod and a sigh. 

"Well then...I have three other requests for you as well...there are two for tonight, so you can either choose one or decline both, since it's short notice. Then there's also one for this weekend." she says, pushing the three sheets of paper across her desk for me and I pick them up. 

The two for tonight are older men, just wanting a woman to take out for dinner. I choose the heavier set man. Because they tended to be nicer. Just happy to have a pretty womans company and nothing more. 

I look at the third, the one for this weekend.  It's  for the whole weekend, out of town, accompanying him as a date for a wedding. With a seperate hotel room promised if I wish. He's attractive and probably the youngest request I've had so far, at twenty six years old. I nod and slide the paper back onto her desk. 

"Him too." I say and she smiles.

"Very well, I'll send you the details for tonight shortly, and then the weekend details later tonight." she says and I nod once and then stand from my seat. 

"Sera.." she calls my name as I turn , so I turn back around and look at her.

"I have to ask you...to reconsider Mister Kingsley." she says. 

"No thank you." I say and she sighs. 

"He's never asked one of my girls for a date more than once." she says. 

I shrug. "So?" 

"He's offering three times your rate." she says. 

"He's a billionaire....he could easily and without blinking, offer a hundred times my rate...it would still be no." I say firmly. 

"He likes you." she says bluntly.

I huff a little laugh. "No, he likes my tits. Send him Cheryl." I say of the new girl with tits far bigger than mine. Fake, but bigger nonetheless. 

"Sera.." she says. 

"Marsha...I don't want to see him. Please. Don't ask me again." I say and she looks at me. Tilting her head. 

"He called today...said you haven't cashed his check." she says. 

"And I wont. I don't want his money." I say. 

"Sera." she sighs. 

"I'm not taking his money. And I want nothing to do with him. Can I go now?" I ask annoyed. 

She looks just as annoyed as me, and then waves me off. 

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I sit beside the pudgy old man , we're tucked in the back of a dimly lit restaurant with a piano player and we're sitting in a circular booth, which he needed to move the table just to fit into. I let him order, let him talk to me about himself while I smile and bat my lashes like a good date. He asks me about myself a lot, but I always, expertly direct the questions back to him, because men loved to talk about themselves. They loved women being "interested" in what they had to say about themselves too. 

I float off , losing focus on what he's saying as I think about Colt. How he never let me dodge his questions, always sternly looking at me until I answered. How conversation with him had been so easy, and I didnt have to fake a single bit of interest with him. I clear him from my mind and focus on the white mustache over this mans lips, focusing back on his words and what he's saying.

I let him feed me when the food comes, making sure to let out a soft low moan when I taste the food, to remind him of sex even more than my body already does. I lick my lips and smile at him, flirting with him as we both eat and I keep asking more and more about him, dying for the date to be over already.  I was so bored, but felt so sorry and sad for this man. He seemed sweet enough, I hated that he had to pay me for a date, he didn't seem like a rich old jackass, just rich , old, and lonely. Much like I imagined Colt to be eventually. Except Colt was definitely also a jackass. 

When the date is over, and his driver pulls up to Marsha's house where we all get picked up for dates, then drive ourselves home.

"I had a great time." I tell him and he smiles. 

"It's okay if you didn't, I know I'm an old bore." he says and I shake my head and lean over , sitting in the back of his town car with him as his driver waits for his signal from the man to open my door. 

"You were not a bore." I say and place a hand on his chest, right above his big round belly and I slide my hand up and know that I'm not required to kiss him. Im not required to even touch him. But I lean over and place my mouth to his softly. 

"I hope I see you again." I whisper on his mouth and he sits there stunned, eyes on me as I smile softly at him and slide my hand up to his face, and then press my lips to his again. 

Maybe it was pity, I don't know. 

"Do you promise you'll remember me, next time you need company?" I ask and he nods, and I kiss him again. 

"Good." I answer quietly. 

"Can I...I want to...to touch you." he says and I smile and grab his hand gently and bring it up to my breast and rest his hand there, placing mine over it.

"here?" I ask and he lets out a sigh and nod and I smile, and kiss him again. 

"Touch me then" I whisper to him and feel his hand squeeze my breast and he groans into my mouth. 

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After five minutes of his sloppy , too wet kisses and his hand groping my breasts, I finally say goodnight, leaving him panting in the back seat of his car. 

I walk up the steps to Marsha's house to let her know I'm back, and we have another satisfied customer. Her housekeeper Gretchen, an older lady lets me in.

"She's in the kitchen miss Sinclair." Gretchen says and I smile. 

"Thanks." i say and walk through the house, my cheap red discount heels clicking across her floors as I tug down on my tight red dress I wore.

"Marsha?" I call, hearing her talking. 

"In here Sera." she calls and I follow her voice into the kitchen.

"I just wanted to let you know I was done and-" 

I pause as the man leaning over the counter stands taller and turns, not Marsha's husband. 

Fury rises in me as I look from Colt to Marsha, looking at her with betrayal all over my face. 

"What the fuck?" I ask her. 

"Sera." Colt says my name and I hold my hand and then point a finger at him as I look from Marsha to him.

"You! You just shut up!" I bite out.

"Sera!" Marsha gasps.

"It's fine." Colt says to Marsha. 

"Stay the fuck away from me." I glare at him. 

"Sera" Marsha says and I look at her, so fucking angry with her I could scream.

"What part of I dont want to fucking see him was unclear?" I hiss. 

"i did not plan this Sera...contrary to what you're thinking right now...I didn't even know you'd come inside when you were done with your date...so, watch your tone with me." she warns and I breathe hard through my nostrils.

"Fine." I say. "I'm going then." 

"Sera, please" Colt says and I keep walking. 

"Sera, give me a chance to explain myself" he says following after me. I spin on my heels bringing him to a stop. 

"I dont give a shit about anything you have to say to me" I whisper yell at him. 

"Why havent you cashed my check?" he asks. 

"Because i dont want your fucking money." I hiss. 

"Please, one more date Sera, let me...make it up to you." he says and runs a hand through his hair. 

"go throw money at one of the other whores...there's plenty to fucking choose from" I say, turning and he follows me. 

"Sera, please, I cant stop fucking thinking about you." he says and I laugh , throwing my head back as I walk. 

"I was an asshole, alright? God , will you fucking just stop for a second?!" he pleads as his hand comes to my car door in Marsha's drive as I click the key fob to unlock my door and reach for the handle. 

"Move. Your hand. Now." I say glaring up at him. 

"I miss you." he says and I scowl at him.

" I ..don't...care." i bite out the words even if I believe what he's telling me. His eyes are sincere and he looks genuinely upset, but fuck that. He was a rich bastard , and I was just a game to him. Trash compared to what men like him could pull. 

"Let me take you out, one more time, please." he says. 

"No." I say, pulling on my door handle. "Damnit Colt, move your fucking hand!" I yell and he shakes his head. 

"No. Not till you talk to me." he says.

"I have nothing to say to you!" I yell at him. Marsha watching it all from her fucking door way. 

"please" I plead with him. "please just let me fucking go" I beg, because I didnt want this scene unfolding.

"Let me talk to you. Just....give me ten minutes...please." he says and I swallow, feeling the night all over again, how disgusting he'd made me feel. 

"five." I counter. 

He nods. "Five."