Chapter 2 #3
“Oh my God, you bitch.” June was completely breathless.
She was also waving at her to relent. Miquela did so, succumbing to the fatigue washing over her.
But she would not flop onto the bed and go to sleep.
She was a better lady than that. She would ease herself down and stroke June’s arm as she heaved heavy breaths into her bed, legs tenderly moving and fingers dipping between her legs.
“I need to charge you extra for orgasms that hard.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. Just… just I should charge you more.” She tried to laugh, but still had no breath.
“I’m a big girl, you know.” Miquela folded her arms behind her head and stared at the gold detailing on her ceiling. “I only offer that for my favorite girls.”
“Stop.” June likewise rolled onto her back, one hand brushing through her tangled hair. “You’re too much, Ms. Bolivar.”
“I’d tell you to call me Miquela, but I’m getting used to the way you say that.” It wasn’t distance or formalities. It was pure affection.
“I like both your names. Although…” June let out a final sigh. Had she regained her strength? Miquela hoped so. “Does Bolivar come from Bolivia? I have been thinking way too much about this. Pretty much every time I hear your name now.”
“That is… random. Why in the world are you thinking about that?”
“Answer the question, Senora.”
“Yes. Yes, it does.” Miquela wished she had something to curb her rising oral fixation. She quenched it by rolling onto her side and kissing June’s warm shoulder. “Bolivia was named after Simon Bolivar, I believe.”
“You related to that guy?”
“Technically. We have the same familial origins. Goes all the way back to the Basque.” Miquela found herself repeating the same thing she told Etta earlier. “My family, as I know it, is from Valencia, though.”
June rolled against her touch, her nose mere inches away from hers. “I wanna go to Spain,” she said, almost awed. “You should take me when you become my patron.”
“When you become my patron.”
“Do you know something I don’t, Ms. Kingsley?”
Now Miquela lay back again, accepting the young and nubile Ms. Kingsley onto her as she straddled Miquela’s stomach with her nimble thighs and legs.
She had the most fantastic view of June’s gorgeous body from this angle, and she did not fail to notice the warmth accumulating near her navel.
Drip all over me, why don’t you? Share and share alike.
“It’s between you and another regular client of mine.
” June shrugged, as if that meant nothing.
“I feel like you’ll win, though. Even if you don’t, I hope you’ll continue to visit me.
” She drew circles around both of Miquela’s nipples.
Hair brushed against her skin, tickling parts of her body Miquela didn’t know were ticklish.
“I like you. Not just because you’re good in bed, but because I can be comfortable around you.
That doesn’t happen often in my line of work. ”
What are people doing to you? The urge to protect her from such brutes that would use and possibly abuse her, regardless of how much they paid for the privilege, took control of Miquela’s brain.
Unfortunately, there were many who went to pleasure houses to use the women working there for things that were beyond human.
How women put up with them to make a living was beyond Miquela.
“I’m glad that you are comfortable around me. I know that I pay for your time, but…”
“Stop.” June covered Miquela’s mouth with her hand. “You’re too much, Ms. Bolivar. You have all this power and strength and skill inside of you, and so far the farthest you’ve gone with me is pounding my pussy like it’s going to run away from you.” She grinned. “And spank me. That was good shit.”
“Glad I could help,” she mumbled into June’s palm.
“You could go crazier, you know. I’m equipped for BDSM shenanigans.
I may Domme most of the time, but that’s usually not sexual.
Call them some silly names and yell at them a lot.
What’s fun is a good dominant throwing that right back in my face.
You know how to Domme, Ms. Bolivar? I’d give you a fantastic discount for the honor. ”
Was she already planning their next encounter?
“I’ve done it. I’m not in the lifestyle, per se, but with the right woman, I will be more than happy to please her in such fashion.
Is that what you want, June?” Miquela grabbed her hips, helping her to grind her wet nether lips against her lover’s stomach. “For me to do my worst?”
“Oh, yes, please!” Her ass bumped into Miquela’s strap-on, which was still attached to her body. “If anyone is going to destroy me inside and out, it better be you.”
“Who said someone had to?” Miquela grinned back at her.
June put her hands on her hips. “I did. Next time, I’m submitting to you, through and through. Fuck me up, Miquela.”
“The way you’re talking makes me think you’re still horny. That can’t be. I was pretty thorough in there.” Miquela gestured to her fine pubic hairs rubbing against her skin.
“I’m used to getting ready for multiple rounds a night.”
Miquela tried not to frown. “What round was that? Two? Three? How many clients tonight, Ms. Kingsley?”
She was still grinning. “Just you. Honestly.”
“Who was the last client you had?”
“Now, I’m not supposed to tell you that. Non-disclosure.”
“Don’t tell me their name. Tell me when. And if they’re good to you.”
June considered this for a moment, teeth grinding against her lip. “Wednesday afternoon. A quiet, intellectual type, but she knows how to love a girl like you do.”
The way she talked about this woman sounded awfully familiar.
And another woman. Imagine that. Miquela was already intrigued more than she thought she would be.
Usually, she was used to being the only solo female flying in these establishments and had long made her peace with it.
“Is this the one I’m up against for your permanent affections? ”
“Perhaps. I shouldn’t tell you that, either.”
“So that’s a yes.”
June tried to distract her by grinding harder against Miquela’s stomach. Her eyes rolled back, mouth parting, and fingers digging into Miquela’s skin. Come on me all you want, sweet goddess. “You asked.”
“Indeed, I did. Well, I don’t know about your other clients, but I don’t mind you talking about your work. As long as I’m the best, of course.”
“Of course.” June pulled her hair to the side before giving up and tossing it behind her shoulders. “You’re the best, Ms. Bolivar. Promise me you’ll keep bidding on this hot body so you can fuck me all over the world.”
“I will. I promise.” Money wasn’t an issue, right?
Miquela would top a hundred grand if it meant getting to have June in her apartment and taking her around the world for fun in the sun.
She will be mine, or at least as much as she can be.
Perhaps, later on… they could come to some sort of agreement… if feelings…
June surprised them both by suddenly climaxing against Miquela’s stomach. It wasn’t a big orgasm, but it amused her greatly.
“Ah, shucks, Ms. Bolivar.” She hopped off her and bounced onto the floor. “If you don’t mind, I would like to take a shower before turning in for the evening. Join me, if you want.”
Miquela’s heavy eyelids were too much to resist. “You go on ahead. If you don’t see me when I get out, it’s because I wanted to take a walk and clear my head.”
June kissed her before heading to the bathroom. “I’ll be about half an hour. And I’ll be horribly disappointed if you don’t share my bed with me tonight, Ms. Bolivar.”
“I’ll be there. Eventually.” Miquela waited until she had closed the bathroom door behind her before getting up and enjoying a little post-coital privacy. All she could hear was the shower running one room away and the ceiling fan whirling in the center of the bedroom.
She didn’t have a lot of opportunities to sit and admire the room.
June usually took up her attention, but as Miquela redressed, she made special note of June’s tastes.
The furniture was dark and rustic. Updated Victorian pieces.
Soft browns and beiges to accent. Jewels littered her vanity.
How many of those were gifts from clients over the years?
Did she like the gift Miquela had sent her?
Miquela turned around and stared at a painting hanging above her dresser. I don’t think I’ve seen that before.
It was June, nude and relaxed. At first, Miquela assumed it was a commissioned piece of art, but the closer she inspected it, the more she recognized the intricate brush strokes and careful attention to detail.
This wasn’t a piece done in a day because that’s what the client paid for.
This was passion, pure and simple. Miquela had seen a million art pieces in her life.
She could tell the difference between commercialism and passion.
“She’s a quiet, intellectual type.” The word “artist” had been on June’s tongue. “She knows how to give it to me like you do.”
This was it. This was the other woman. The other woman who adored June enough to bid to be her patron.
Miquela searched for a signature. All she found were the initials “SC” emblazoned in gold in the corner.
Not much to go on, not that she wanted too many details on a woman she would probably never meet.
Literally the only thing they had connecting them was the woman in the picture.
She fucks the both of us. So what? She can obviously afford her, too.
Yet she experienced a twinge of jealousy. It was one thing when these other clients were hypothetical. When there was no emotional attachment involved. All Miquela had ever asked the women she hired was that they stay clean and made time for her when she needed company.
This was different.