Chapter 5 #4
Sette had no idea what her friend Zara was doing – probably fooling around with Grace – but it couldn’t be anywhere near as good as this.
June had the mouth of a goddess. No, a muse.
Which one? Terpsichore, with her provocative dances and movements?
Euterpe, with her heavenly voice? No. If Sette were to assign an ancient station to a beauty like June, it would be Calliope, whose epic poetry could bring down stars and make mortals weep.
Even with the object of her endless lust stroking, kissing, and tasting her, Sette tried to remain logical.
Reasonable. There was no reason to throw herself into this moment.
No reason to strut her shit and try to impress her with how dominating she could be.
She was a client. June provided a service to entice her to more…
June’s tongue slid between Sette’s folds, and all was lost.
Glee glinted in those dangerous eyes as Sette released her first full-body shudder and a groan to accompany it. June knew what she was doing. This was a reward for her. Bless her, but did she have to be so knowing about it? That only served to remind Sette what they were about.
This was a fantasy. June wasn’t Sette’s girlfriend. She had no claim to June, other than the time she bought.
“Keep that up, and I’ll lose it,” she mumbled. June smiled against her, teeth threatening to graze sensitive skin – unless Sette wanted that. “Right there, no less. Is that what you want?”
June abandoned her, lifting with one hand still firmly on Sette’s thigh as she lowered her mouth to her guest’s ear. “I want whatever you deign to give me, ma’am.”
“Dare I ask how much that would cost?”
Her voice carried the timbre of business. It was enough to pause Sette’s needs long enough to concentrate on what she said, as opposed to going my mouth your body woohoo.
“You know my rates now, Sette. But… because I like you…” She pulled her skirt up, showing off her black thong. Hot damn, what an ass. Was there a gym in the Manoir? “I’ll give you half off for your first time with me.”
“Half off for the first time? I would think that costs the most.”
“Now, now.” She patted Sette’s cheek – and brushed a hand against her pussy. “Trust me. You’ll come back for more.” Her laughter echoed well into Sette’s ear. “I’m incredible. You’ve never fucked a pussy like mine.”
For fifteen grand, that better be true. “Perhaps I’d want to save that for next time.”
“Technically, what I did was your free sample, but if you don’t tell my boss…”
“Go on.” Tell me I can have you on my terms.
Her fingers flicked against Sette’s clit. “I’ll finish. For free.”
“You speak my language, June.”
“It’s my pleasure.” She went back to her knees. Back to Sette’s pussy.
No more teasing. No more bringing her to the edge and then denying her with the hope that she would cough up seven and a half thousand dollars to get down and dirty.
After seeing that ass, I would definitely want her from behind.
Push her down. Hold her down. Apparently, Sette was a spanker after all, because that was all she could think about as June blessed her with the most unexpected cunnilingus that poor lesbian had ever gloriously experienced.
Sette stroked her head. Ran her fingers through June’s hair. Delighted in how she felt beneath every layer of touch. As her body reached the point of no return, she reveled in the sight of June’s striking face moving back and forth between two quivering thighs.
June must have sensed the moment Sette would come, for her mouth pressed firmly between her thighs and didn’t let up.
Sette grabbed the back of June’s head and held her there, once, emptying everything that had built up in the past half hour.
Her need. Her lust. Her release, gracing warmth against June’s mouth.
She was completely unfazed. June took what Sette gave her like the pro she was, tongue easing her through it, lingering and attentive until the last of Sette’s shudders passed.
“Wow,” she said, pushing her hair back. When June stood, it was to unfortunately put her breasts away – albeit with a smile. Sette took the hint and fixed her poor clothes as well. “That was fun.”
“You’re just saying that.” Sette composed herself, even though her whole body screamed to pull June down into her lap and touch her whole body. “I appreciate it, though.”
“I’m serious. I may play things up for my clients, because I like money, to be sure….” June shrugged a final time. “I also like sex, and you’re a treat, Sette.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
“Maybe next time you could see more of me. You’re leaving soon, aren’t you?”
Sette was already halfway out of the chair. “If I can find my friend, yes… unfortunately.”
“Mmhmm.” June planted a kiss on her cheek.
I can smell my own pussy on her breath. Why in the world was that hot?
Why was she so proud that this amazing woman smelled like her?
Because, deep down, I’m a stupid animal who only knows fucking and eating.
Maybe some sleep thrown in there to keep the cycle continuing.
“I’m guessing that right now she’s in Grace’s pussy.
Or maybe her ass, if she’s into that. ’Cause Grace is. ”
“I have no idea. I don’t make a point of knowing my friends’ kinks.”
June gave her a careful look. “That so? Too bad. I love talking about kinks.” Now her smile was the fakest in the universe. “I’m a bit of a gossip girl, I guess.”
Now what? Should Sette thank her? Shake her hand?
Leave without another word? Pretend that she would come back to finish the job, this time with her wallet open?
Maybe… it’s only fifteen grand. Wow. First time in her life she thought like that, and this was a woman who never had a shred of debt, even after medical school.
Sex has addled me. She may have only had June’s mouth – for now – but she was counting it.
June killed the awkwardness by announcing she had rounds to make on the boss’s behalf.
Sette would let her go. Why not? She needed to refocus anyway.
Ha. What for? What was there to focus on?
As soon as she left the Manoir, she was going back home, to stare at an empty canvas and listen to her agent’s rambling threats on voicemail. What was Sette in a hurry for?
She gazed at June as she finished putting her ensemble back together and gussying up in a gilded mirror.
She’s so beautiful. Did she know how beautiful she was?
Her body was so entrancing that Sette felt like she could stare at it for hours.
The curve of her spine. The roundness of her ass.
Those slender legs with calves of steel.
That was the view from the back. The golden hair accentuated it.
I want to paint her. Not the first time Sette thought that since seeing her.
“Excuse me,” she said, as June reached the door. When June looked at her, Sette was compelled to continue. “Can I see you… let’s see… Friday?”
“Friday?” June looked genuinely surprised. Shocked that she would pay her for her time? I’m shocked, too. June batted her eyelashes, coy, but not facetious. “I’m free all afternoon. I’m booked for a party that night, though. After dinner. Sorry.”
“No, no… the afternoon is perfect.” Summer was coming. So much wonderful daylight to paint in. “This may sound unconventional to you, but I would like to pay you for your time.”
She guffawed. “That’s hardly unconventional.”
“Let me finish.” Sette faced her, feet firmly on the ground, but her heart leaping into her throat. “I want to paint you, June. I want to pay you to be my model. I will come here since it’s convenient for you… and because there are so many great views around here.”
June was incredulous. “Model for you?”
“Remember that I’m a painter?”
“I remember.”
“Well, I need a new model. I think you’d be perfect.”
June returned to Sette, hands running up her arms as she grinned from one ear to the other.
Touch me more, lovely. Sette wanted to feel June all over her, but reason was finally winning out, and it told her enough was enough for today.
She could go home and touch herself to images of this beauty.
Would give her time to think other things through.
“You can pay me for whatever you like, Sette.” June kissed her again, this time with more fervor.
“I don’t mind,” she whispered on her lips. “I’ll even take my clothes off for it.”
Sette tried not to latch onto this detail. “I was hoping you would say that. So… Friday? I’ll be sure to leave early enough so you can get back to your real work.”
“What is real work? Anything I get paid for is real work. Surely, an artist knows that.”
Did June consider herself an artist of some sort? Why did that thought strike Sette down once again? “I do. How does two sound? I’m thinking a small sketch to begin with, and I can paint it at home… but I like to do my sketches in real—”
She put her fingers on Sette’s lips. “Friday at two. I’ll be all yours.”