Chapter 2
By this stage, I had a clear mental picture of Mitch.
From his assertion that he liked a lot of sex, I assumed he was bored with Tinder, he’d fucked everyone at work, and he was in danger of overlapping in his social circles.
To put it simply, Mitch was a player. He had his dick out of his pants more than in them.
So when Mia said, ‘I’m afraid I’m going to have to confirm that. We need to see the goods,’ I wasn’t surprised that Mitch calmly stood and unzipped his trousers.
Admittedly, his cock was the most attractive one we’d seen all day: long, girthy, with a circumcised head. But it wasn’t erect. Mia grabbed her tape measure and sashayed over.
‘I’m going to measure you for our records,’ she told him. ‘Is that okay?’
Mitch nodded and watched as she measured.
‘Sorry about the cold fingers.’
‘No worries,’ he said patiently, as if he was at the doctor’s.
‘Six inches flaccid,’ Mia tossed over her shoulder to me, and I typed it into the spreadsheet, then she said, ‘Hang on, we’ve got movement.’
I glanced over, but Mia now had her back to me and Mitch was looking down with interest. Hang on, was she stroking him?
‘Okay, seven inches semi-erect,’ said Mia in a breathy voice. I jotted that down. Mia was definitely stroking him because her arm was moving rhythmically, and Mitch was biting his lip. A tingle ran over my thighs as I watched Mitch’s cheeks flush with arousal.
‘Eight inches nearly erect. He’s a grower, not a shower!’ Mia called over. I dutifully noted it.
‘Mmm, nice. Can we make it to nine, do you think?’ She looked up at Mitch.
‘Depends,’ he said suggestively. ‘I might need a little help.’
Mia immediately whipped off her top and unhooked her bra, still with her back to me.
Mitch exhaled as he took in her bare breasts.
‘That’ll do it.’ His hooded eyes flicked over her chest as Mia’s arm sped up.
He let out a soft moan, and his lips parted.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I could feel my knickers getting damp, which was unusual for me.
Usually, I felt nothing but clinical detachment if there was a hands-on session.
‘Fuck me, nine inches fully erect. Final measurement.’ Mia sounded astonished. She looked over at me. ‘I’m taking him next door for round two.’ To Mitch, she said, ‘Shall we see if you can make me come?’
He nodded eagerly. By the way he was panting at her boobs, I think he would have agreed to anything at that stage. ‘Okay, get naked and follow me.’
She padded to the door, breasts swinging jauntily.
I grabbed my laptop while Mitch unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his suit trousers, leaving them draped over the chair.
He tried to cover himself with his hands, but his cock was huge, dark pink and throbbing, so it was pointless trying.
He dropped his hands as he followed Mia and smirked when he saw me perving.
I gave him a detached smile to let him know it was nothing I hadn’t seen before, but my fingers were misting the cover of my laptop. He was quite magnificent.
I also couldn’t help admiring his muscular back and firm buttocks as we entered the next room. His golden skin had a faint sheen of sweat, and my tongue twitched a little, imagining how he would taste.
‘Nice setup,’ Mitch said, staring at the air mattress.
It was a double and a good brand. I’d tried to make it as comfortable as possible, with white fluffy pillows and a black satin duvet.
The blinds were down, letting muted afternoon light in, and I’d set up a bergamot oil diffuser on a small table to give the room some ambience so it felt less clinical.
Mitch tilted his head, zeroing in on the chair at the foot of the bed.
He jerked a thumb at me. ‘She going to watch?’
‘Yes,’ said Mia. ‘Primrose needs to take notes on your technique. Is that okay?’
The flush on Mitch’s cheeks extended to his neck, but he nodded. ‘Cool. Doesn’t bother me.’
Okay, so he wasn’t entirely comfortable, but he wasn’t shy enough not to go through with it. He really wanted the job; that much was clear.
‘Good, thanks,’ said Mia, sliding her yoga pants over shapely hips.
She tugged down her lime-green G-string to reveal her pussy with its triangular patch of dark hair.
I noted she’d had a bikini wax specially for the interviews.
I’d seen Mia naked many times by now, so her body held no particular interest for me.
But Mitch’s Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes raked over her.
Beads of pre-cum glistened on the tip of his jutting cock, and his thigh muscles were quivering. Mia gave me a sly wink, also noting that Mitch was raring to go.
‘Shall we?’ She nodded towards the bed. They got comfortable, lying on their sides facing each other, while I seated myself at the foot of the mattress with my laptop poised on my knees—like a voyeur.
When we’d first started conducting these interviews, before we opened, Mia hired a few guys based on trust. They said that they were good in bed, and she believed them.
But she quickly learned her mistake after sending out a private survey.
It turned out that some men will say anything for a chance to sleep with women and get paid for it, even though they have crap sex skills.
So she fired them and came up with a more “hands-on” approach to avoid the time-wasters.
We wanted to employ gorgeous hot studs that women raved about to their friends and made repeat bookings for.
We’d hit the jackpot with Kit, and the rest of the Suite Noir guys were also top-notch, thanks to Mia’s careful selection process. Would Mitch be joining them?
‘So this stage of the interview process is interactive,’ said Mia, placing a hand on Mitch’s bare hip. ‘Because I need to see how you handle yourself in this type of situation. We’ll start off slow, and please don’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.’
‘I’m comfortable with most of the stuff you offer,’ Mitch said.
Mia looked pleased. ‘Oh, so you’ve had a look at the services page?’
He nodded.
I made a note that he’d done his research.
The sound of my tapping on the keyboard made Mitch look over and frown.
I tried to tap more quietly. From what the other Suite Noir guys had said, I knew my presence in the room had made it difficult for them to maintain their sexual focus.
But, from a quick glance at his groin, I confirmed Mitch’s penis was still standing to attention, so he wasn’t too fazed by me being there and may have even been getting off on it. I made another note about that.
‘So, to set the scene. Upon entering your suite, a naked woman will be lying on the bed waiting for you,’ said Mia. ‘Except, of course, it will be completely dark. She’s never booked you before, so your job will be to make her feel relaxed and comfortable. What would you do first?’
‘I’d introduce myself and thank her for booking me and say I was looking forward to our appointment. Then I’d probably do this.’ Mitch lightly stroked Mia’s thigh, and I saw goosebumps rise on her flesh.
‘Good. It’s important to get skin contact early on, especially if you sense they’re nervous.
And you have warm hands, which is a bonus.
That feels really nice and arousing.’ Mia closed her eyes with a smile as Mitch’s fingers traced the swell of her hip and around her lower back.
I watched, my skin prickling and pulse elevating; it did look really nice.
Mitch had large hands with long, blunt-tipped fingers.
His nails were clean. I tapped a (quiet) positive note about that.
‘The client will have seen your fully clothed photo from the website, but we send them a more risqué one before the appointment,’ Mia continued. ‘Primrose is in charge of the photoshoot.’
‘Right.’ Mitch glanced at me coolly, and I couldn’t read his expression. He was probably wondering what the heck someone so strait-laced was doing in a place like this. I pushed my glasses up my nose and averted my eyes.
He turned his attention back to Mia and skimmed his fingers cheekily under her breasts.
She lay back on the pillow with a slight inhale.
‘Mmm, that’s perfect. What would you do next?
’ she asked. I could tell by the way her rosy nipples were peaked and her expectant tone that she hoped Mitch was going to touch them.
But he said thoughtfully, ‘It depends what’s on the client’s list. But if kissing was on there, I’d probably go for that.
’ He glanced at Mia’s breasts and the side of his mouth quirked.
I got the feeling he knew exactly what she wanted and was making her wait for it.
M likes to dominate, I typed lightly. I wondered if control-freak Mia would be annoyed by that; however, by the way she was pursing her lips at him, she was thoroughly enjoying his power play.