Chapter 5 #3
June’s smile broadened. “I do both. I used to be a dominatrix at Midnight before I started working here.” She shrugged. Hello, bouncing breasts. “I like both. There’s something about a person who knows how to… really give it to me.”
Sette’s eyes glazed over. I could do that.
Really give it to you, that is. Sette had to be careful and not get lost in fantasy, too.
Somehow, she doubted June was getting her lingerie wet over her.
Women like her had enough experience to know who to fantasize about, and right now, Sette was just another good-looking rich woman looking to spread her wealth around.
“I can’t say I have a bedroom preference.”
“That’s too bad. What are we going to use to segue us into my bedroom?”
Shit. Sette should have expected this. No matter what kind of conversation she wanted to have, June would charge her – and keep wondering when she was going to get naked.
Why am I thinking about that? Sette had never fancied herself that kind of woman.
She needed a cigarette, thinking about doing what she wanted to June’s breasts. Why am I so hung up on tits today!
“Hey, uh,” Zara began, one arm wrapped around Grace. “Ms. Grace is going to show me some… room…”
“Whatever, girl.”
The lovebirds left, probably to transact some business Sette didn’t need to know about. That left her with June, who was quick to whip out a tiny, gold-embossed card from a pocket inside her bust. A pocket inside her bust…
“What’s this?” Sette took it. Words. Numbers. Nothing wholesome.
“My rates.”
Sette took another cursory glance. That was a lot of money for being touched. She’s probably good… Had to be better than the half-assed fingering she got last month from her last real date. The woman barely touched her. June looked… thorough.
“You must have misread me, June. This place is more Zara’s thing, not mine.”
“You sure about that?” Her giggle was not childish, or even girlish in the slightest. It was light, but womanly. The mature kind of femininity Sette felt was sorely missing in her life. I didn’t realize it until now. “Because you’ve been checking out my breasts since we met.”
“To be fair, I thought that’s why they were there.”
Another shrug. “Hey, I get it. If you’ve got someone already, I won’t pressure you to do something you might regret. Not like some of the… never mind.”
“I don’t have anyone.” Sette checked herself. “I mean, I don’t have a girlfriend. Or a spouse.”
“Oh?” June put her hands on her hips. “Then what’s stopping you? Finances?”
“No…”
June sidled up to her without any warning. “Because I give free samples to those who strike my fancy.” Fingers grazed Sette’s ear. Hello, genitals. They liked what the rest of Sette felt. “You hit mine like it’s a target.”
Sette took a deep breath to calm herself.
You don’t pay for sex. Not even “freebies.” She had to repeat that a few times in her head.
June probably did this with every client she tried to score.
Sette was no different. She knew her worth, but she also knew that fantasies were useless.
June didn’t care about anything but the money.
This was business for her. For Sette? It was an escape, she supposed.
“Come with me.” June’s fingers linked with Sette’s momentarily. It was enough. She had that yoke around Sette’s throat and dragged her into an empty sitting room. A tiny room, to be sure, but it was nicely decorated with reupholstered Victorian furniture and…
Who the fuck cared about the décor? Sette was quickly losing her ability to look at the world around her. All that existed was June, who latched the door behind her and gestured to the nearest leather chair.
“You look like a brandy woman.” She poured her a small glass at a sparsely stocked wet bar. Sette sat in the chair, wondering where freebies ended and the charges on her credit card began. Do I care now? A little, yeah. “Here. This will help loosen you up. You’re too tense.”
“Let me guess.” She took the glass. “You want to help me relax.”
“It’s my job, Dr. Christie.”
“I told you. Call me Sette.”
“It’s my job, Sette.” June leaned one knee against the edge of her chair, fingers dexterously pulling apart the buttons on the front of her dress.
I didn’t even notice the buttons until now.
No wonder June spilled so effortlessly from her clothes.
“From the moment you walk through those doors downstairs, you become my responsibility.” One button.
Two buttons. Dress popping open and cleavage growing larger.
Not the only thing going a little crazy right now.
So much blood… rushing to her loins, that was.
Need to hump… increasing… “No one is allowed to leave this place without feeling relaxed in some capacity. It doesn’t matter how far you want to go.
Want to have a drink and talk? I am an excellent listener. ”
She popped open the last button and pulled open her dress.
A strapless bra. Damn her.When Sette didn’t tell her to back off, June slid her knee closer to Sette’s leg, that body lowering toward hers.
Cleavage. So. Much. Cleavage. Sette knew her female anatomy, and those were definitely natural.
A woman who dated around her own circles had seen plenty of fake ones, anyway. They were nice, but not much fun.
“Or if you want to go for a walk… we could do that, too.” June glanced down at Sette’s glazed-over eyes. “I don’t think you want to do that, though.”
Sette didn’t have to look to know that her nipples had conquered two layers of clothing.
“Such a serious face, Sette.” The way she moved indicated this was more than getting from Point A to Point B.
June was seducing Sette, rolling her torso so her breasts pushed toward Sette’s face and her hands gripped the arms of the chair.
Sette was trapped. A caged beast being provoked with a proverbial stick. “You’re a serious woman, aren’t you?”
“I suppose.” Her eyes remained locked on June’s.
It didn’t take long for June to catch on. “Would you like to see my breasts?” Her finger tugged against her bra. “Say the word, and I’ll let you look all you want. No charge.”
“That’s nice of you.”
“No, no, I want to hear you say it. Turns me on to have you take control like that.” Another reminder that this wasn’t about Sette at all.
Fuck it! It totally was. If her body declared it so, then it was!
“Show me your breasts.”
Those words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. June freed her breasts with a twist of her bra before Sette could stop her.
Good God. Perfect. Her breasts were perfect.
Large. Round. Still perky even with the tell-tale lines of aging emerging on the sides.
Fuck, those made her hotter! Either it’s cold in here or those nipples like me, too.
Pink. Hard. Areolas that were neither all-encompassing nor too tiny to see.
My face isn’t buried in them… because… ?
June’s lips hovered over Sette’s forehead. Those nipples touched her sweater. June’s hand… that hand rubbed Sette’s thigh, teasing the hem of her dress and sending a million degrees of fire through her eager body.
Take her.
Have her.
Make her moan and worship you like the godly monster you are.
Sette was definitely a beast in a cage. Had been for a long time, from the feel of it. Now, June dared to open the cage and unleash such sexual fury.
She remembered how much it cost to fuck this woman. It was right here on the card.
Fifteen grand. Somehow, Sette doubted that ever came free.
Was June worth fifteen-thousand of Sette’s carefully saved dollars? She could more than afford it. She could afford to fuck her a million times if she wanted. The sheer power lurking in her body could have fucked June a million times, anyway.
“You want me, don’t you, Sette?”
Her breath was sweet and hot at the same time. That nimble hand grabbed Sette’s thigh through her tights. A knowing smile crossed those rosy lips.
“I think my body speaks for itself.”
June kissed her. Lightly. Enough to make Sette imagine pushing her back, tumbling her to the floor, ripping up her skirt, and burying her face between those legs until June screamed from the sudden pleasure it brought her.
You’ve never been with someone like me. I will blow your mind.
I’ll make you scream my name and tell everyone in this house of sin that I am the best your experienced cunt has ever had.
Every guest thought that, surely. June was able to make Sette believe it.
“I’d rather hear you say it. Tell me you want me.” She pushed herself up, breasts in Sette’s face. Damn them.
“All right, I want you. Are you happy now?”
“No. Because I can’t see your pussy. That would tell the truth better than those little pebbles in your dress.”
Carefully, in case she told her no, June searched for Sette’s skirt and pulled it up before moving on to her tights and underwear, as awkward as it was with Sette frozen to her seat.
June didn’t fake great surprise at the sight of her…
warm, already slick, flushed with arousal…
and for that, Sette was grateful. June did, however, look between Sette’s thighs and her eyes, gauging her reaction as she gently touched her.
June almost made Sette believe that she was so special.
With her eyes locked on Sette’s, June eased herself down. On her knees. Mouth close, lips parting. Her tongue toyed with the corner of her mouth, as if she were about to devour Sette.
“Do you want me to say that, too?”
June nodded, her straight blond locks shaking on her shoulders.
Sette reveled in it. “Taste. My. Pussy.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
That word shot straight into Sette’s heart. June’s mouth? Shot straight to her.