Chapter 1 #2
It was such a crude thing to say, yet she said it with enough mirth that Sette fell for it.
Does she really think I’m good in bed? Of course she was.
Who had ever said she wasn’t? Just because Sette wasn’t sauntering around town insisting that she had the best skills in the land didn’t mean she lacked prowess.
In her experience, women preferred someone who could show rather than tell.
From the way June often came in their encounters thus far? Uh-huh.
“What do you like about it?” she asked.
“Hmm? Wow, clients rarely ask me that.”
“Sorry. Suppose I sound like an insecure teenage girl.”
“Not at all. You know, you may not think so, but you’re a good communicator. I feel like I can talk about anything with you, and you’ll at least look like you’re listening.”
“To be fair, I am working… and thinking about sleeping with you. So if I am not, in fact, actively listening, I at least have a good excuse.”
June laughed, head hitting her bed. “I like your sarcastic humor. I like that you’re an artist and can see beauty in everything.
I like that you’re also a practical woman who doesn’t live in the clouds like most artists.
You also had no idea what was going on when you first came here, but you adapted quickly. ”
“What do you mean by that? Besides, I was asking about sex. But thanks for the flattery.”
“I mean, it’s obvious you had never paid for sex before. Some people get weird about that. You didn’t, once you figured out what you were doing.”
“You caught me. I was a brothel virgin.”
“As for your other question…” Was she blushing? “You know how to do it, Sette.”
“Come on. You have to be more descriptive than that.”
“Do I? Fine. I like how well you fit with me. It’s the perfect match.”
“Oh?” Stroke, stroke, stroke. Her ego had never been so placated. “Is that it? Something I can’t control?”
“Of course it’s not just that. You’re also quite skilled.” June stretched across her bed, skin tightening against bones as her breasts pushed into the air. “Few make me come like you do.”
“You’re just saying that. You don’t have to. I don’t need you to say those sorts of things to keep me happy. I can feel your reactions when we have sex. It’s enough.”
“I’m not saying it for the sake of it. I really look forward to our visits now. I know that at least twice a week I’ll have some pretty great sex.”
“I’m glad you think that.” Truly, she was.
What woman didn’t want to hear that another loved having sex with her?
That they looked forward to what she could do to their body?
That was more rewarding than anything Sette had done as a doctor.
Okay, not quite, but I’m still a horny mortal.
Sex trumped medical advancements. “The suspense must be killing you right now. Since you’re naked and all. ”
“I can wait.”
Sette cracked a smile. “Good. At least let me finish up my sketch first. Then I can take all the time I want, ensuring your pleasure.”
“Tell you what, lovergirl.” June slid her hand between her thighs. “Anything you do to me that doesn’t include your pussy is on the house.”
“Here I thought two hundred dollars to worship your pussy was a good deal already.”
“It is. I usually give that out for free, but some people… well, you don’t want those mouths anywhere near your pussy unless they’re willing to pay for the privilege.”
“Duly noted. Glad you like my mouth.”
June folded her arms on her bed and rested her head atop them. “Have I told you that you’re beautiful, yet?”
“No, you haven’t. Feel free to pile it on, though. You haven’t made me feel good enough today. You haven’t even touched me.”
“Of course you know that you’re beautiful. You’re a dominant type, after all.”
“You’re going to call me a dominant after going on about how sensitive I am? I thought those two things were mutually exclusive.”
“You might be surprised.”
“Indeed. I might be.”
June sighed. “You know what you want, and you take it. Like me.”
“Yes, like you.”
“That’s dominant. Trust me. I know my fair share. The submissive types aren’t lining up to be my patron. I have my regular subs, but we don’t talk outside of what I do to them.”
“Interesting.” Sette hadn’t thought about her being a Domme with those who paid for that sort of thing.
It suited her, though. I’m not interested.
She’s right. I am too dominant for that.
If Sette had to choose, she would rather tap June’s ass a few times and call her filth.
Not that she was in a hurry to do that, either.
Sette was still getting to know her inside and out.
If I become her patron, there will be plenty of time for that. Sette may never work again.
She was almost finished with her sketch when she opened her big mouth.
“How long are you going to stay in this job?”
June opened her eyes. “Hm?”
“I know you told me you’ve been doing this since after high school… but when do you think you will retire?”
June scoffed. “Why would I retire?”
“Well…”
“Let me warn you right now, Dr. Christie.” June sat up, hair covering her breasts and legs crossing until Sette could no longer see what lay between them.
“I don’t intend on retiring for a long time, if ever.
Even when I’m old and decrepit, I’ll be in the sex business.
Maybe not having sex with anyone who pays me enough, but I have ambitions beyond this bedroom…
not that there’s anything wrong with this bedroom.
I’m hoping to run my own place one day. Way more money in that.
You give me a lot of money to fuck me, but I only keep a percent of that.
The rest goes to the house. Why do you think I do so much shit off the books?
Most of my income goes to this room and restocking my personal supplies.
I even pay for my monthly exams. We’ve got a gyno who comes up here once a month to check us out and make sure we’re not catching flies in our traps, and God knows where else.
Maybe you know the fucker. His name’s Kline. ”
“Name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“I like my job. It’s my career. Maybe some of the other girls are doing this as a temporary thing until they move on to whatever, but I can’t imagine doing anything else. I don’t want to. This is my life. I like being paid to do something I love. Don’t you?”
Sette looked up again. “Excuse me?”
“Your art. You get paid for it, right? It’s why you retired from being a doctor, right?
Because it’s your passion? This is mine.
Maybe you think I should be doing something else eventually, but quite frankly, I don’t care.
I don’t take this sort of shit from my clients. I’m proud of who I am and what I do.”
Sette cleared her throat. She sure told me. “I didn’t mean to hit such a sore spot. I’m sorry. It’s good that you’re proud. Being a courtesan is its own art form, and I respect that.”
“Courtesan, huh?” June laughed again, at least. “Funny you should say that. Monique is always saying she was inspired by the Shanghai pleasure houses of a hundred years ago. She’s a romantic like that.”
“Were such things romantic?”
“You know how it is, especially if you weren’t there. Easy to pretend it was something special when it wasn’t.”
Sette finished her sketch. I can work with this. She looked at her watch. They had an hour left before their session ended, and June had to get ready for her evening work. Plenty of time to make amends.
“Finished?” June didn’t look at her with the same light as before. I really hit a nerve. “Or are you planning on staying?”
“Perhaps.”
“Hmph.” June brought her knees up and extended her arms above her head. I could touch her right now. Feel her. Enter her, if I want. Another fifteen grand about to go down the drain. “Do your worst.”
Her worst? What? Did June think she was going to come over and do nothing but fuck her for twenty minutes?
That was the first time. Sette liked to think it meant more than plain sex.
June had been pleasantly surprised at her sudden assertiveness, after all.
She could be even more assertive right now.
“Actually, I was thinking of mixing it up a little. You don’t get to lie back and enjoy whatever I give you this time, Ms. Kingsley.
You say this is your job? You should work for what you get. ”
June sat up, arms crossed. “You’re not my patron yet, and you’re already getting cocky.”
“You have no idea.” Sette grabbed a chunk of June’s hair in her fist, pulling her head toward her. “Make me believe you want me.”
June’s eyes widened. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I like it when you call me ma’am.” Way better than that doctor shit.
Any woman could call her doctor. Many had.
Only June could call her ma’am and make it sound sincere.
It’s part of her persona… yet I can’t say no to it.
The carefully constructed Sette Christie came undone…
for a courtesan. “Too bad you won’t be able to say anything at all with my pussy on your face. ”
June’s wicked grin killed her, but she didn’t let it show.
Not even when Sette lifted her skirt and removed her underwear, ready for whatever June gave her.
“You want to come on my face, ma’am?” June stroked her, softly at first, then with rueful determination.
Fuck. She’s getting back at me, all right.
This was the type of petty vengeance Sette could get into, however. “Or should I get wet right now?”
“Yes. That. Assuming you want me to fuck you at a moment’s notice.”
“Absolutely.” That purr lasted long enough to touch Sette’s slit when June’s mouth moved over her mound. After that, Sette was gone, and June was silenced aside from the delightful growls in her throat. Only one other woman has made me feel like this. I’m never going without again.