Chapter 9 #2
Miquela didn’t often get to talk about her homeland.
In Europe, everyone she conversed with either knew Monaco intimately or had been there enough times to not need her insider’s opinion on it.
Americans didn’t give a shit unless she was talking about Monte Carlo or Formula 1.
Occasionally, someone asked about the sailing and shopping, but for the most part, they couldn’t be assed to hear about the culture, the language, how people spoke and acted when compared to neighbors France and Italy.
Such people either didn’t care or were ignorant enough to think it was all the same thing.
“You ever see Grace Kelly?” It was such an American thing to ask, but it made Miquela laugh as they turned the first corner in the maze.
“She was before my time,” she said. “I’ve had dinner with various members of royalty many times, though.”
“Really?” June’s shock was real and palpable.
“Yes, really. You have to understand that it’s a way of life in Monaco. It’s a small country and, quite frankly, contains very rich families. We may not be on the same level as royalty, but we have many connections from every corner.”
“And no taxes.”
“There’s that, too.” Miquela grinned. “Although I have properties all over Europe and now in America, so I do pay a good share of taxes to other countries.”
“Good citizen.” June dragged her rose along a hedge, one petal falling to the stonework beneath them. “Think of all the schools and roads your money goes toward.”
“And other things.”
“We don’t discuss the other things around here.” June returned to her, rose hitting the tip of her nose. “Unless you want to.”
“I’d rather not.” Miquela flicked the other side of the rose. “I’d rather talk about other things. Like you.”
“Me?”
Miquela dared to slip an arm around her waist. June let her. The softness of the dress threatened to do Miquela in. When do I get to have you? “Yes, you. Tell me about yourself, June. Tell me the truth, tell me a lie… it doesn’t matter. But if you lie, it better be a good one.”
June’s head cocked to the left before she laughed loudly enough to wake up the neighbors miles away. “I’ll tell you the truth.”
Whether that was a lie, Miquela did not know, but the tale June wove as they walked was certainly fascinating.
She didn’t finish a degree. She went straight into the adult industry, where she tried various things until working her way up to the Manoir, and she wasn’t stopping anytime soon.
She had traveled to various places around the world, depending on where clients wanted to take her.
Mostly Europe, South America, and East Asia.
Never Monaco, though. Perhaps she should go someday.
Is that prompting me to take you? June would be beyond gorgeous sitting at a café, shopping for designer wear, or blowing on dice for good luck.
Taking her out on a yacht would be a highlight of Miquela’s day.
I’d love to see that hair blowing in the Monacan breeze.
June would have no trouble looking like a girlfriend if they went walking down the street.
Looking like a girlfriend…
What is my problem? Miquela did not bother with such things. Let alone with a…
Whatever she wanted to call her.
“Anyway, I haven’t been anywhere in a few months. My patron took me to Mexico for the holidays, but I’m afraid I’m not going anywhere soon.”
“Why’s that?”
June sat on a stone bench in the crook of a hedge. Miquela remained standing. From her vantage, she saw the moonlight swirling on top of June’s golden head… and in her cleavage. Bless them both. “My patron moved to Dubai. Suffice it to say, I’m single in this world now.”
“Is that so?” Wheels were already spinning in Miquela’s head.
So, she is available to a patron? Depending on how tonight went, it might not be a bad idea to put in a bid for her retainer.
Miquela did like having one girl on call wherever she went.
June was the only one she had auditioned for the part so far, but she couldn’t imagine anyone being much better.
In the Manoir alone, there wasn’t anyone else who struck her fancy. Not like June did.
“Uh-huh.” Her fingers danced through strands of hair. “Unfortunate, isn’t it?” She batted her eyelashes at Miquela. Why, was June courting her?
“Most certainly. I can’t imagine everyone not throwing themselves at you.”
“They could throw themselves harder,” June said with a sigh. “You know what I mean.”
Indeed, she did. “So, what does being a patron entail, exactly?” Miquela extended her hand for June to take. Once those fingers wrapped around hers, she helped her up, and they continued their walk through the maze. “Out of curiosity.”
“Exactly what it sounds like. We enter an open-ended contract that you pay a once-a-month fee to honor. No other charges for any service, and you get priority for my time. So you can be sure that such a monthly fee is large.”
“I wouldn’t be shocked to find that out.”
“Of course, I meet with other clients. I have a job to do.”
“Indeed.” Miquela was under no illusion that this would be a monogamous relationship.
That’s what absconding with her to the civilian world to be her actual girlfriend meant.
I know exactly what I’m getting into with professional women.
“I’m sure there are other perks, though.
Besides your lovely face, whenever I want it. ”
“Why, are you thinking about applying to be my patron?” Her sweet voice was so fake, yet Miquela fell for it.
“I make no promises.”
“Certainly not. But what if I told you that you get to give me all the presents you want? And take me away from here whenever you feel like it? Regular clients can’t do that. Not officially. I’d have to sneak out, and could get in big trouble for that.”
Miquela only half heard her. Her eyes were focused on that ass swaying back and forth in front of her.
The more her hair hovered above it, too, the more Miquela wanted to grab June’s hips and grind that ass against her.
To say she was ready to take this upstairs was an understatement.
Or, hell, Miquela would take her right here!
“So, you’d be like my girlfriend, only not really.”
“To say I would definitely favor you above all others… isn’t that enough?
” June leaned against a steady hedge, one finger hanging onto her bust so she had a grand view of her breast. Everything but the nipple, anyway.
I can see them poking out, though. Either June was aroused, or it was cold.
“I know how you dominants work. You want to be #1 in every woman’s life. ”
“You dominants?”
“You trying to tell me you aren’t one? I know your type like I know my body.
” June’s finger pulled, releasing her garment from her chest. Please, let that be arousal.
Two perfectly erect nipples awaiting her in the night?
Miquela wondered what the stars had to say about that.
“Everything about you screams dominant, Ms. Bolivar. Your need to be in charge. The way you carry yourself. Spending your money on women as if it’s nothing.
I’m sure it is nothing, but you also know I will not hesitate to ask for whatever I want – as long as it makes sense, of course.
Some, as rich as you are careful with their money, anyway.
Even when I present them with a wet mouth and pussy.
Not you. You wanted to fuck me so badly with the best that money could buy, that money was no issue.
I don’t care about that, but it does tell me a lot about you.
” Her smile was part menacing, part welcoming.
I like both. “Let me tell you, Miquela, Ms. Monaco… I like dominants. I always know where I stand with you.”
June approached her, one hand reaching above her head and grabbing greenery.
“Where do you stand with me, June?”
Breath as delicious as honey blew across Miquela’s cheek. “I don’t stand at all. I kneel, I bend over, or I lie down. Whatever you want.”
“What do you want?”
June took her other hand and brought it up to her breasts. She didn’t wait for permission. Miquela snatched the nearest one, reveling in how soft and warm it felt in the palm of her hand. June gasped. There went the control she had been exercising.
“I want you, of course.”
Miquela knew how it worked. Women pretended to be her girlfriend.
Pretended to be all over her. To be fair, many of them were, but they all played it up to a point.
They wanted her to feel so comfortable and at ease – and aroused – that she threw her whole wallet at them.
She didn’t begrudge her paid partners. They were making a living.
Not their fault if she couldn’t exercise control at times.
Except she almost always did. For some reason, June had managed to turn Miquela into a lusty beast two meetings in a row.
What did June do besides show off her body?
I am a mess. A wonderful, needy mess. Miquela needed her.
Now. No more flirting. No more coy looks.
It was here. Miquela wanted her. Now, now, now!
“You drive a hard bargain, June.”
She stroked Miquela’s cheek, fingers lingering on her skin. “Speaking of driving hard…”
“You had to go there?”
“I want to put every image of us getting dirty in your head.”
“Because then you definitely get paid, right?”
She snorted. “You make it sound like I don’t desire you as you desire me. You would be mistaken. I told you. I love sex. I love people. I love having sex with people, especially like you, Miquela. Don’t think too much about it. Do whatever feels natural. I am up for anything.”
Damn. Her.