Chapter 3
Mitch threw me a glance after gazing at Mia’s pursed lips. ‘Sorry, hope you don’t mind,’ he said, and my eyes narrowed. What did that mean? Then I realised—he thought I was a lesbian. That I was Mia’s partner. And I’d be bothered by him kissing her.
‘I’m not…’ I whispered, leaning forward, but Mitch was concentrating on something Mia was saying and didn't hear me. I sat back, slightly annoyed, and wondered why I cared that he thought I was a lesbian. I was only here to do a job. Namely, take notes on Mitch’s sex skills.
However, I couldn’t see too much of what was going on in the kissing department, as his tousled head was obscuring my view.
From the way Mia was flexing her toes and making little noises, he was doing something right.
Then a thumbs-up appeared behind his back. Then another.
It was a code Mia and I had devised. One thumbs-up meant Good. Two thumbs-up meant Excellent. I made a note.
Mitch came up for air, and Mia’s cheeks were pink; her eyes shining. ‘Wow, you’re a great kisser. I’m impressed.’
Mitch looked suitably modest. ‘I’ve had some practice.’
‘Your client is now rather horny after all that wonderful smooching,’ Mia purred. ‘What would you do now?’
She arched her back so her breasts were practically in Mitch’s face.
That was code for Permission to touch my boobs at will, so I knew she was hot for him.
‘Hmm. Since my client is making it clear she’s up for it...
’ Mitch’s hand moved to Mia’s breast and rolled her stiff nipple between his fingers, then he bent his head.
Mia’s eyelids fluttered, and she sighed as sucking and lapping noises emanated from her chest area.
After about thirty seconds, she gave me another two thumbs-up behind his back.
Kissing and nipple play were very important to her, so Mitch had ticked both those boxes.
Knows about nipples, I typed softly. Mia’s thighs were clenching, so I gathered it was pleasurable for her. I’d never experienced much sensation in that area myself, so I was curious to know what she was feeling.
Her legs moved apart slightly, and I saw she was glistening. He was really turning her on. This was good. Mitch’s hand inched towards Mia’s pussy. He was about to touch her there, and I held my breath.
‘Wait,’ gasped Mia.
Mitch jerked his hand away. ‘Oh, sorry. I thought…’
She cupped his cheek. ‘Please don’t apologise, sweetheart. You’re doing really well so far.’
Mitch’s worried expression faded, and he looked relieved. Again, I got the impression that he didn’t want to fuck up this interview. It made me feel almost sympathetic towards him. Almost.
‘I’d like to take this next part slower,’ Mia said. ‘So we can see your technique. Giving a woman a satisfying orgasm is an art form. And we’re judging you on a few different skills here. Right, Prim?’
I nodded, keeping my face perfectly blank as Mitch looked over at me, then back to Mia.
‘Care to share what those are?’ he asked, frowning.
‘I’d rather you show us what you can do.
’ She patted his bicep and said soothingly, ‘Don’t look so worried.
I’m sure you’ll be fine. And it won’t be an automatic “no” if you can’t make me orgasm.
Trust me, you’re the first guy who’s got me naked and on my back all week, so you’re already streets ahead of the other candidates. ’
Mitch nodded, seeming pleased with that information.
He glanced at Mia’s pussy like it was a jar that could be difficult to open. ‘Is there anything specific that you like?’
I bit back a smile. He wasn’t stupid. Mitch knew he almost had it in the bag.
He just had to give her a memorable orgasm, and the job was his.
But Mia wasn’t that easy to get there. She hadn’t come hard since Lyle the Fireman.
He had a ten-inch cock and a hip gyration technique that had practically made her levitate off the mattress.
Suffice to say, she’d hired him on the spot, and he was now one of our most popular Suite Noir guys.
‘I like dirty talk,’ said Mia. ‘If you’re okay with that?’
Mitch nodded. ‘Sure.’
Mia opened her legs wider so I would have a good view of the demonstration, and he looked over at me, obviously a bit weirded out by the situation.
‘Don’t worry about Prim,’ said Mia flippantly. ‘She’s asexual. For her, it will be like watching two chimpanzees on a nature show.’
Mitch arched a brow, and I could practically see his brain whirring, trying to comprehend why an asexual lesbian was working here.
But I wasn’t a lesbian. And I wasn’t even sure I was asexual. Mia had decided I was because I didn’t get turned on that easily. Sure, I could appreciate an attractive specimen, but there had to be something more… an X factor.
My cheeks heated as I stared steadily at my laptop, feeling Mitch’s eyes on me. I didn’t want him thinking about my sexual proclivities—I wasn’t the one being interviewed.
Noticing Mitch’s attention had been diverted, Mia guided his hand to her pussy and murmured, ‘Anyway. We should get started.’
Unsurprisingly, as soon as his fingers delved into Mia’s soft, wet folds, Mitch got into the groove, so to speak, and lost all interest in me. Which was good, as I had a job to do.
I watched, making a few notes on my laptop, as Mitch fondled Mia’s pussy. He seemed to have a nice touch, as she kept arching her back and giving breathy moans.
He flicked her swollen clit, and Mia groaned softly. ‘You like that, slut?’ said Mitch in a gravelly voice. ‘You like me playing with your wet cunt?’
‘Oh yes, it feels so good. Keep doing that, mmm, a little harder, squeeze it… mmm, that’s it.’
As he kept flicking and squeezing her clit, Mia reached for Mitch’s visibly pulsing cock, fingering the tip, which was seeping pre-cum. He gave a low growl of pleasure. ‘Stroke my big dick, bitch. I wanna come all over your pretty tits.’
With a small smile, I couldn’t resist typing, M def knows where clit is. Can talk dirty. Sort of.
But Mia seemed to be loving it; her legs opened wider, and she encouraged him to enter her with a finger.
‘Oh yeah, you dirty little slut,’ said Mitch, inserting one, and then another finger, once he felt that Mia could take it. He slowly pumped them in and out, and rubbed her clit at intervals. Mia kept giving me discreet thumbs-ups as she stroked his cock, so I typed. M has good fingering technique.
‘Oh, that feels amazing, Mitch,’ Mia panted. ‘I’m really close.’
‘Come for me, slut, you’re so fucking hot.
’ Mitch’s fingers angled slightly, rubbing her G-spot, and Mia’s lips parted.
‘Ohhhhh, ohhhh,’ she moaned, her eyes rolling back slightly in her head.
Then her toes pointed, her thighs stiffened—and she sprayed clear liquid halfway up Mitch’s arm.
No one said anything. Mia lay there breathing heavily, looking dazed and dishevelled.
Mitch slowly removed his dripping fingers from Mia’s sodden pussy.
Reaching down beside me, I silently handed him a box of tissues.
He gave me a brief nod and dried his arm, looking a bit smug.
While he was blotting Mia’s thighs and checking she was okay, I licked my dry lips and shakily typed, M made Mia squirt. That’s a first.