Chapter 8 #2
She pulled June into her embrace, already swaying her back and forth. If Sette wanted to impress her, she would have to do better than that. June had “dated” ballroom champions before. Besides, “Dreams” wasn’t exactly a slow dance song.
As she wondered if Sette even knew how to foxtrot, she twirled her so fast that the world became too blurry to exist in. June’s sudden, surprised laughter echoed in her head.
Sette may not have been a ballroom champion in her own right, but she knew how to dance. Or at least she was good enough at dancing to make June think she was the best partner she’d had in ages. Who did I even go to the prom with? That felt like so long ago.
They danced for most of the song. When Sette wasn’t trying to dip or twirl her, June was stumbling in her sandals and clinging to her as if she were about to splat across the floor.
Was it the laughter shaking her body? Or the two left feet she didn’t know she had?
Sette was laughing too, more than June had ever seen before.
She should laugh more often. Such a serious woman. Such a sweet, caring, serious woman…
She yanked June back into her arms, holding her tightly, kissing her face all over. When her lips lingered on her throat, she mumbled, “I never want to let you go.”
Perhaps it was the ethereal soft-rock music ringing in her ears. Perhaps it was the heat of her body traveling to hers. Whatever it was, June melted against her, her own lips searching for her ear, her shoulder, anything they could touch in that strange position.
“So don’t let me go,” she whispered, before turning in her arms.
They swayed back and forth to the final notes of the song, Sette’s hands folding on her stomach and chin resting on her shoulder. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
The stereo played a different song that June didn’t recognize. As it disappeared into the background, she said, “You’re always a surprise, Sette. I used to think you were some stuffy woman. Now I know you’re just a woman.”
“Just a woman?” Laughter bit her words. “That’s like saying you’re just a woman.”
“Why can’t we just be two women? Why does it have to be more complicated than that?”
Her hands moved up June’s body, grazing her breasts and tickling her cheek. “I’ve had more fun with you in the few weeks I’ve known you than with every other woman in my life put together. To me, you could never be ‘just a girl.’”
June’s cheeks flushed with heat. Why does she always have to be so sincere? Made it harder to do her job. Because at the end of the day, this was a job and nothing more.
She frowned at the thought.
“My love,” Sette murmured in her ear. “Do you mind if I call you that?”
Don’t make it complicated, Sette. The words “You shouldn’t” crept to her lips, but June couldn’t bring herself to say them. She didn’t want to… want to… what? Let Sette down because she had many clients who called her that?
She briefly thought of Miquela, who had declared her love for her at the height of pleasure not too long ago.
June had barely heard from her since. Something about being detained in Monaco for ongoing business.
So she sent her postcards. Postcards! Each one signed “Affectueusement, Miquela.” June’s French was rusty in the world of correspondence, but she was pretty sure that meant some form of love.
I was in the moment with her. I don’t really love her. Not like that. She told herself that one more time before finally responding to Sette. “You can call me whatever you want.”
“Likewise.”
While the stereo continued to play, June took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. “I want to scream your name a bit. Mind?”
How many times did they have sex over the past several weeks? At least a couple of dozen. So why was the woman turning white at her proposal?
June left the bedroom door open before sitting on the edge of the king-sized bed and beckoning for Sette to come get her.
She wasn’t good with words. Best to take that back.
June was a pro at words. She could sweet-talk any client and get them to open their wallet for her.
That was easy. What she couldn’t do was impart her feelings to someone.
What feelings? June did her best to keep them quashed in the bottom of her chest, where they wouldn’t bother anyone, least of all her.
So when Sette wanted to get all wordy earlier, the first thing she thought of was having sex.
Sex was the perfect way to convey whatever it was she felt.
June didn’t even need to understand her feelings.
All she did know was that she liked it when Sette shared her body…
She also liked it when she gently pushed her down and knelt between her legs.
Like anything else, June charged clients for the privilege of going down on her.
Not as much as she charged to do it to them, of course, but no sex act went by without a charge of some kind.
Most clients didn’t bother. They weren’t there to please her, to celebrate her body or what it could do.
If in doubt, get lube. June was never in a hurry to see clients as selfish as that again – unless their pocketbooks were huge – but she always took the time to remember the ones who asked if they could give to her as she gave to them.
Today, she wasn’t charging Sette for anything other than the date. That had been arranged through Monique, who said to treat this outing as if she were with her patron and only taking the monthly fee. And the sex, but whatever.
The way Sette made love to her down there, however, was unlike anything June had experienced with a client in her many years in this career.
The few who had ever made a show of eye contact and the languid kind of licks that sent a girl into the stratosphere were usually doing it for their own egos…
to prove that they were viable lovers for a woman as experienced as her.
It wasn’t actually for her. With Sette, she felt like…
Felt like…
She cried Sette’s name, legs shaking around her head, and hands snatching her hair. Rare for her to come that hard from oral.
Her brain was sufficiently fried by the time Sette climbed onto the bed with her, asking if she was ready.
How the hell could she not be? She had been ready for hours.
Days. Years, without realizing it. Almost fifteen years in this business, and she was now discovering someone who actually made love to her.
Not that it mattered. Sette was a client, first and foremost. A potential source of major income, and not in the sense of marrying her.
If I did marry her, though, I would be set for life.
A doctor’s money? Who gave a fuck if she never made a cent off the paintings!
The woman was so careful with her money that it would last forever.
Oh my God, why am I thinking about marrying her?
Because Sette was on top of her? Because she was tearing off their clothes and fucking June on her bed?
How long had she been waiting to have her here?
In her den of the single life? How long?
Did Sette think about her every day? Did she touch herself to June, and only her?
How long would such revelry last?
Don’t think. Just do.
June threw herself into sex more than she usually did.
She knew that she was safe in Sette’s arms. She could let her guard down.
June didn’t have to worry about Sette going where she shouldn’t, or that she had to brace herself for something uncomfortable.
Sette wasn’t an asshole. She didn’t think June owed her body because someone paid her money for sexual services.
In fact, the only reason she even paid her for anything was because she had been drawn to her… in some artistic fashion.
Begging didn’t come naturally to June. She often had to remind herself to do it for clients, particularly those who paid for her to act that way.
With Sette, all she had to do was fuck her, and June begged for her to go deeper, faster, harder.
The woman was as good rough as she was delicate.
I hate people like that. They threatened to make her fall for them. Not that one ever succeeded.
This is what it feels like to have sex because you really want to, isn’t it?
The thought had barely entered her head before she came, her body clinging to Sette’s, refusing to let her go.
“Please…” She didn’t know what she was begging for now, but she was down from her high and still needed Sette. The idea that she could leave her, even physically… what kind of torture had the universe devised?
“Do you want me, my love?” Sette asked, still in desperate need of her own climax. I can help you with that. Fuck her again, would she? I want to ride this bitch until I fall off the mare. At the rate things were going, June would fuck her all damn night. “Or is it all an act?”
June wrapped one hand around Sette’s neck, bringing her down to her lips, to her whole body.
“I’m good, but I’m not that good,” she said.
No way could she force herself to act like this with a normal client.
That required a level of skill unheard of even to her.
“I want you, Sette. Do whatever you want to me. I’m yours for the taking.
” The plundering, the ravaging, the defiling…
When June wanted someone to rough her up in bed a little, she damn well meant it!
Sette’s hand dug beneath her hips. “Whatever I want?”
“Do it, damnit!”
It was going to happen eventually. At some point, one of her potential patrons would want to flip her over and fuck her somewhere new. She never thought it would be Sette. With fingers. And her mouth.
“That other woman ever fuck your ass?” Her hiss combined with the way she tugged her hair made June’s mouth fall perpetually open. “Because I want every part of your body, June.”