Chapter 14
So much for the hot bath. I spent the night tossing and turning, knowing I’d made the right decision, but unable to stop fantasising about Mitch. What would it feel like to have his warm fingers tracing over my skin? To kiss him and hold him?
In the early hours, I fell into a dreamless doze, but woke with my alarm blaring, feeling wretched, and with a sinking feeling that I’d had my chance with him and blown it. He’d never ask me again. I was sure of that.
So now I had to sit at my desk and listen to Mia’s remarks about how Mitch was her “golden boy” and that he was going to be even more popular than Kit. I gritted my teeth and told myself he was a novelty—fresh man meat. Surely it would wear off soon, and I wouldn’t have to keep hearing about him?
I thought I was doing pretty well until mid-morning when Mia mentioned, ‘Mitch has just had a threesome booked in for next week. You’ll have to get onto the teaser video. It’s with Richie.’
My hand shook as I checked. She was right.
Fuck. I’d forgotten all about having to do that.
The teaser video was a ten-second dick show we sent before the appointment, so the client got revved up by seeing the goods.
Typically, I videoed the guys soaping themselves in the shower, zooming in on their groins.
However, filming both Richie and Mitch naked in the shower was going to take a lot of willpower on my part.
‘I don’t suppose you could do it?’ I asked Mia.
She looked surprised, then gave a little laugh. ‘Oh no, they’re way too hot. I’d want to fuck their brains out. That’s why I get you to do it. You’re oblivious to their charms. Even if they begged you to join in, you wouldn’t be interested.’
I turned back to my laptop, stifling a sigh.
What could I say to that? That I’d actually got off with Richie during the last video I’d filmed with him and Kit in the shower?
After Kit had left to get dressed, Richie asked if I wanted to join him.
One thing led to another, and I ended up with my bikini bottoms off, and him pumping my pussy until I came.
That was a “one-off,” I’d told him sheepishly as we towelled ourselves dry afterwards.
Yeah, I seemed to be having a lot of those lately.
My glance fell on Mitch’s first appointment. It was for 5 p.m. tomorrow night, and the client’s name was Shoshana Redbanks. Huh, she sounded right posh. I knew her type. Coiffed caramel hair, fake boobs and a trout pout. Rich and bored.
Checking that Mia wasn’t watching, I clicked on the appointment details to see what services she’d ordered with Mitch. It was a bit of an invasion of privacy, but it was completely legit for me to do so since I worked here.
As I ran my eyes down her list, my heart sank to my toes.
She was definitely rich as she’d ticked nearly every bloody thing on the list, including full sex.
Mitch’s first appointment was over ￡1,000!
Shoshana had clearly liked the look of our architect and wanted to take him for a test drive.
Luckily, he had no other appointments after that because he was going to be exhausted.
Sweat broke out on my top lip, and my thighs tingled as I imagined Shoshana’s moans as she was pounded by Mitch’s nine-inch cock.
The walls of the office seemed to close in on me, and I couldn’t breathe properly.
Somehow I found myself in my email and typing quickly as though my fingers belonged to someone else:
Hi Mitch, are you still up for a practice run? I’m free tonight.
His reply pinged my inbox almost instantly.
Yeah, definitely. What time?
A thrill went through me that he was still up for it.
But I had to navigate this carefully. Mia typically left at 5 p.m., but sometimes, if she had a meeting, like yesterday, it could be earlier.
I snuck into her calendar to check. Excitement prickled down my spine when I saw she had a meeting with her bank manager at 2 p.m. That meant she’d leave around 1:40.
Even better! Keeping my expression neutral, I typed:
Change of plan. Can you do 2 p.m. this afternoon?
Mitch’s reply came immediately.
Sure, I just need to juggle some things around, but it should be all good. Shall I expect you lying on my bed naked in the dark at 2 p.m. then?
I took a deep breath and typed in capital letters:
YES
Then added:
Looking forward to it.
I almost spontaneously combusted when I read Mitch’s reply.
Likewise, I’m hard already. Have a think about what you want me to do to you. I’m open to ideas.
Grinning to myself, I deleted our email thread and got on with some other work. But it was difficult to concentrate as I kept secretly adding items to a slowly growing list on my phone.
There was something wholly satisfying about knowing that Mitch’s first appointment would be with me, not Shoshana.
The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, and I did an excellent job of distracting myself. It was only when Mia started gathering up her things that the cold, hard reality of what I was about to do set in. And more than a little terror.
‘Have a good rest of the afternoon,’ she said, swinging her handbag over her shoulder. ‘Let me know if Mitch gets any new bookings.’ She winked, and I froze with guilt.
‘Ah, will do,’ I said, unable to look at her, since I was his new booking!
Forcing myself to breathe calmly and deeply, I shut down my laptop when she’d gone and went to the cupboard to retrieve the lube and box of condoms. A strong desire to laugh overtook me, picturing the look of shock on Mia’s face if she came back and caught me.
But I didn’t want to use the condoms in Mitch’s nightstand as they were for the clients, and I didn’t want to be sore.
Mitch was a big boy, after all; hence the lube.
I just had to remember to put them both back in the supply cupboard afterwards, as we were running low.
Taking the lift down to the first floor, I punched in the admin code for the changing room and let myself in.
It felt like Christmas, and I was finally getting the present I wanted.
Think like a client, I reminded myself firmly.
This is a new, exciting experience with a hot stranger.
You’ve never met Mitch in person. You’ve only seen his photo on the website and been emailed the naked one two days ago.
Pretending to be someone else helped me to calm down and put things in perspective. I even made up a fake name as I undressed and made my way to the shower: Portia Langley.
Portia was thirty-three. She came from old money, was a socialite, and an extremely horny young woman.
She loved the high-end feel of Suite Noir and the complete privacy.
There was no way that any paparazzi could take photos of her and post them in the tabloids, and she loved the feeling of being uninhibited in the darkness.
Portia wasn’t nervous in the slightest; in fact, she was severely lacking in self-consciousness (she didn’t think it was a fault) and confident in her attractiveness to men.
But Portia wasn’t selfish; she liked to give pleasure as much as receive it, especially with good-looking guys like Mitch.
As I showered, I kept adding more details about where Portia lived (Kensington) and her job (influencer but studying film on the side) to flesh her out.
Really, I was constructing a buyer persona, like the ones we’d created in the early stages of the business.
But I’d never thought I’d personally be assuming the mantle of one.
It’s all about Mitch, I reminded myself as I towelled off and slipped into the provided robe.
He needed HR support to get him up and running at Suite Noir. Really, it was my job to do this.
At least, that was what I was telling myself. Unfortunately, it didn't make me want him any less.
At five minutes to two, I was lying on Mitch’s king-size, naked and with the bottle of lube and condoms on the nightstand within easy reach. My phone was also there (but on silent) in case of emergencies.
Call me OCD, but it was hugely reassuring for me to be on time and organised before Mitch arrived. I wanted to be cool, calm, and collected Portia. Not frazzled, flustered, frumpy Prim.
Bang on 2 p.m., the lights went out, plunging the room into complete darkness. Goosebumps rose on my skin as I lay there blinking in the all-encompassing blackness. It meant Mitch had flicked the main light switch on the panel outside the door, and he wasn’t far away.
My stomach tightened in anticipation. Then the door cracked open, and Mitch’s husky voice reached my ears through the darkness: ‘Hello, Primrose.’
The sound drove into my core and sparked a fire.
This was my first experience of being alone with a naked guy in Suite Noir, and now I knew why women got off on it—without sight, all your other senses were amplified, including your imagination.
Mitch hadn’t even touched me, yet my clit was already throbbing between my thighs.
‘Hi,’ I said a bit breathlessly, then added, ‘Call me Portia. We're rehearsing, and I'm your client.’
There was a silence. Then he said, sounding amused, ‘As you wish, Portia. I’m coming over to you now.’
‘Okay. But maybe don’t say that in your real appointment. It’s more exciting if you just… appear.’
‘Gotcha.’
I waited in anticipation for him to reach the bed, but his cautious shuffling on the carpet seemed to go on forever.
‘Where are you?’ I asked impatiently.
‘Ah, getting there. I might be a little off track.’ There was the sound of paper rustling.
‘I’ve made it to the desk,’ he said, sounding pleased.
There was the sound of something rattling, then falling to the floor.
‘Shit, there go the dividers,’ Mitch said with a short laugh.
‘It’s as black as the devil’s arsehole in here. ’
‘What did you expect for an in-the-dark experience?’ I said dryly. Was he genuinely having trouble getting to the bed or playing? Either way, I couldn’t imagine this would be a good experience for Shoshana. The shuffling resumed.
‘Um, I seem to be completely disoriented. Have you got your phone?’
‘Yes…’
‘Can you turn on your torchlight? Just briefly so I can see if I’m going in the right direction?’
‘No,’ I blurted, not wanting him to see me naked. ‘That defeats the purpose. You need to—’
A strong hand grabbed my ankle, and I screamed. Fortunately, the room was soundproofed.
‘Relax, it’s me,’ said Mitch from the end of the bed. He crawled up beside me, making the mattress tremble. I sighed in relief. Better late than never. ‘Who did you think it was, the bogeyman?’ Mitch stroked my thigh with a warm hand, and I let out a gurgle that resembled a half-laugh, half-purr.
‘I’m glad you made it… eventually.’
The stroking continued to my upper thigh. ‘Me too, without breaking any toes. I’m sure it will get easier.’
I reached out a hand, and it landed on his hip. The feel of his heated skin made me feel a bit heady. I forced myself to sound calm, like I wasn’t bothered. ‘I’m sure it will.’
Mitch’s mouth suddenly pressed against my shoulder, and I let out a sigh as he trailed kisses down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Mmm, it was so nice being close to him like this, and he smelled amazing. Citrus and musk from his shower.
I moved closer and lightly ran a hand up and down his abs, resisting the urge to reach lower and grab his cock. Mitch shivered. ‘That feels really good, Portia. And it’s making me hard.’
‘I’m glad,’ I said sultrily, getting into character. ‘Because I’m hot and wet for you.’
‘Mmm, not sure I believe you,’ said Mitch huskily. ‘I may have to check that for myself. Open your legs, there’s a good girl.’
I dutifully complied, not sure what was going to happen next but having a pretty good idea, since I’d emailed Mitch my checklist of things we could do during the appointment—it ranged from fingering and oral to full sex (well, I wasn’t going to let Shoshana have all the big dick fun).
Mitch was taking his time with me, his fingers slowly smoothing circles on my belly, and not in any rush to head lower.
I liked that. It made me feel special. However, it wouldn’t work for a real appointment.
‘Ah, not to be a pushy Portia, but you might have to speed it up,’ I said. ‘We only have forty-five minutes now.’
‘I didn’t want to grab your pussy and go for it. I was trying to be respectful,’ said Mitch, sounding defensive.
I put a hand on his arm. ‘And I respect your being respectful, believe me, but you’re also on the clock. You have to take control and move things along, slow enough to make it feel real but just fast enough to bring the client to orgasm naturally. It’s a balance.’
I heard Mitch swallow. ‘R-right.’
The slight stammer was telling and I realised he was actually nervous, which was odd. He’d been fine when we were stimulating each other with the wand in broad daylight. Now, for some reason, he was freaking out. It wasn’t because it was me, was it?
‘Hey, it’s okay,’ I said reassuringly, telling myself it was the pitch darkness that was throwing him off his game.
‘I know it’s a weird situation. I’m not used to it either.
’ I found his chin and stroked along his jaw.
‘But it’s also kind of hot. And I’m imagining what you look like, so I’m not lying when I say I’m wet for you. ’
I swear I sensed Mitch smirking. ‘So you know you’re with a hot guy then?’
I huffed a laugh. ‘Portia definitely likes.’
‘Yeah?’ Mitch’s slightly stubbly cheek touched my smoother one, and he rubbed it slowly over my skin; the slight rough pain of it felt good. My breath stuttered as our lips inched closer together.
‘Would kissing help, do you think?’ I whispered. ‘Maybe make it a little less clinical?’
‘Hmm, but that wasn’t on your list, Portia...’ No, I hadn’t put kissing on my list, thinking to keep it practical. But now I really wanted to snog Mitch. I had ever since Mia had given him two thumbs-up.
‘Fuck the list,’ I said throatily, ‘Kiss me.’