Rotham
The first time Shyla recalled meeting the man she now knew as 'Rotham' was actually the third time they had met. It was at a charity auction. She'd been with a client and the plates were a minimum of twenty-five thousand dollars. The job was suppose to be easy. It was just a few hours in and out with an older gentleman who wanted someone pretty at his side.
However, upon meeting her date, Shyla had quickly realized things weren't going to be as easy as she thought. The man was rather abrupt, in his late fifties maybe early sixties. He'd arrived early for the date and when she showed up on time, he was already in a sour mood.
He didn't like the look of her and gripped about how she didn't match her photos. He debated asking for a discount, if not a full refund but eventually insisted she get in the limo. Once inside he informed her she was to call him Barsel. He made it very clear that their date was to be all business. She shouldn't expect to get anything extra. He was going to the auction for a tax break and to purchase an item he'd had his eye on for some time. All he wanted from her, if she could manage, was to stay by his side, look pretty and keep her mouth shut. It had been hard for Shyla to keep a smile on her face and nod but somehow she managed, making a mental note to herself, that she wouldn't book him again.
When they arrived at the auction Barsel was quick to rush inside, nearly leaving her behind as she struggled to keep up with him. He only waited for her when they got to the doors, just before the main ballroom. When she reached him, he took her arm without a word nearly dragged her along as he tried to find his assigned seat. Once they were seated he let go of her and snapped his fingers, ordering a martini. He'd been nice enough to allow her a glass of water.
An old friend of his was also sitting at the table and Barsel spent the next hour or so talking to him. He nearly forgot all about Shyla and she wondered why he'd even bothered to book her, if he was just going to spend the night ignoring her. He should have just come with his old friend who looked half dead as he nearly dozed off twice.
Shyla tried to conceal a sigh as she drank her water and ate her meal in silence. At least the music was decent they had a live orchestra playing and it was almost like sitting at a concert. At one point, long after dinner had been served and before the auctions had started, Barsel got into a heated argument with his friend who suddenly seemed to have returned to the living. It was then that Rotham had first appeared. He'd approached the table and casually greeted Barsel and his friend. They asked him to give his opinion on their argument and he only seemed too happy to ablige. He took a seat next to Shyla and the three men talked for a while before Barsel and his friend eventually moved on to yet another argument.
Rotham had stayed at the table. For a few minutes he didn't say anything. Eventually he waved down a waitress to take his drink order. He offered to buy Shyla one but she politely turned him down. It wouldn't be right for her to accept a drink from a man who wasn't her date. It had been one of the first rules of an escort.
When Rotham's drink arrived, Shyla watched him pop an olive into his mouth before drinking it. She took a moment to study him. He wasn't wearing glasses that night and the first thing she noticed were his ice blue eyes. She wondered if they were contacts as she had never seen such a vivid shade of blue before. His hair was oiled and slicked back. He wore an elegant well fitted suit and she thought all together, he was rather handsome.
When he noticed her staring at him, Rotham smiled back at her and started up some light conversation. "I always get bored at these kinds of things. They claim to be auctions, but they spend the whole night wining and dining. I think I've been here for three hours and nothing has been up for bid yet."
Shyla laughed she'd also thought that it was strange. She had hoped by now they would have started to go over some of the items. She'd even hoped to get out of here early. Rotham smiled at her. "I think they want us to take it all in, to really stretch for the cause. Maybe if we're here long enough and get drunk enough, we'll hand over our wallets."
"Perhaps," said Shyla. "But it is for a good cause. If you're going to spend your money on anything, it might as well be for something good and helpful."
"Helpful." said Rotham he seemed to be thinking something to himself. Then, as another song started up, he leaned forward and asked, "Would you care to dance."
She lit up for a second thinking she'd love to dance. Her but was beginning to hurt she'd been sitting in this uncomfortable chair for so long. She nearly forgot herself and said yes but looked at her date and remembered she was working. "Sorry but thank you, I'm with someone."
"Right." said Rotham as Shyla's date stood up.
Barsel gruffly turned to her. She wondered if they were leaving but he said, "I'm going to the bathroom and then outside to have a cigar. You aren't to move from this spot!" Shyla nodded and he rushed off. For a few minutes she just listened to the music and watched people dancing.
She noticed Rotham was still there staring at her ever now and then. She pretended not to notice and he eventually started up the conversation once more. "Your date, have you known him long? He doesn't really seem to be your type. Is he your grandfather, or a friend of the family? Or a charity to which you are being 'helpful?"
That last one got a smile out of here. "No," said Shyla. She bit her lip, made sure her date wasn't anywhere nearby then leaned in and said "I'm working."
She didn't know why she was telling him this. It was against the rules to tell anyone you were an escort when on a date. The contract was supposed to be private between a client and escort. Often, the client didn't want anyone to know they'd hired someone. But Shyla didn't really care if this date was offended. She also found herself unusually interested in the stranger at her table, perhaps because she was beyond board.
She watched Rotham's eyes flicker as he took in what she said. He breathed in deeply as he stared at her and smiled. He seemed pleased. Shyla suddenly realized how bad her choice of words must have sounded. He probably thought she was a 'hooker,' though escort wasn't all that far off. "Ah, well, not like that. I'm just, well, I'm accompanying him." She cleared her throat awkwardly and said "Escorting him," emphasizing escorting. He clearly got it.
"Do you have a card?" asked Rotham before Shyla could say another word.
"A card, yes," said Shyla then she realized she did have any on her since she wasn't suppose to give them out on dates as it might give it away that she was an escort. "Uh"
"What?" said Rotham.
He took a sip of his wine as she explained. "I don't have one on me."
"Then the name of your service?" asked Rotham. "Perhaps one day you'll let me get you a drink, should you be available."
They shared a smile but suddenly her date came back as a speaker turned on the they announced the auction was to being. Her date practically snatched her up for her chair and she barely had time to say "Well, it was nice to meet you."
"Yes." said Rotham. For a second he seemed pained and she wondered if he was okay. She watched him tapped his finger on the table as she pulled away and his expression suddenly changed to one of irritation. She didn't have much time to dwell on it as the auction took place in another room.
Barsel got a paddle then had them sit near the front. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Rotham entered the room and sit at the front as well. When the bidding started, he quickly raised his paddle and won the first auction. Then the next one, and the one after that. Each time he won an auction, Rotham would turn to Shyla and wink. She could tell he was trying to impress her and admittedly she was impressed. So much so that she found herself blushing.
Shyla knew she shouldn't be watching him. She was on a date with a client. But there was just something about Rotham that kept drawing her attention. He was charming rich and clearly powerful. At one point, one man tried to stand up to Rotham and outbid him. Rotham merely stared the man down, raising his bid higher and higher to the point where Shyla covered her mouth when he eventually won because it was so much money. After he won, Rotham looked at her and raised his head, nodding to her as if to say this...this right is all for you.
She'd never soon someone so cocky. He must have been spending a fortune showing off for her. Barsel didn't seem to notice. They sat through another twenty auctions Rotham winning every last one of them. Finally the item Barsel wanted came up for bid. He raised his paddle and got first bid. Rotham saw Barsel was interested looked at Shyla and doubled the ammount raising his paddle. Barsel bid again but only going a dollar over the current amount. Yet again Rotham doubled it. She could see Barsel was annoyed but only outbid Rotham by a dollar. She looked to Rotham and he tripled the bid this time. It was a large amount too large for Barsel and let let out a heavy sigh unable to match it.
The item went to Rotham. Barsel wanted to leave after that. He stood up in a huff clearly upset. Without a word, he grabbed Shyla's arm and forced her to stand. She took one last look at Rotham as the next auction began. No one else dared to even bid at this point and he was set to win again. He paused when he saw she was leaving. She waved to him and he waved back
After that, Barsel rushed her out of the room. She had to nearly run to keep up with him as they grabbed their coats and called for the limo. Shyla wondered if she should pull away and try to give Rotham the name of her escort service. If anything, he seemed interesting and she wouldn't mind seeing him again. Yet at the time she didn't even know his name.
The night air was brisk when they stepped outside. Without a word, Barsel quickly made his way down the dozen or so steps in front of the building. Shyla slowly followed after him, pulling on some gloves. She was happy the night was over. At least it hadn't been a complete waste. The mysterious stranger had made things fairly entertaining.
The limo slowly pulled up and Shyla rushed to keep up with Barsel. She thought that at this rate he might just leave her behind. Shyla wondered for a second if he was going to take her back to where he'd picked her up or drop her off somewhere else. Wherever he dropped her, she'd called a drier to pick her up. She took out her phone and checked the time.
The limo driver got out and walked around the car, opening the door for them. Before Barsel could get in, someone called out his name. Both Barsel and Shyla paused, turning around to see Rotham practically running down the stairs. He hadn't even put on his jacket. It flapped in his arms as he ran.
When Rotham got to them, he asked Barsel if he could have a private word. Barsel groaned but the two men stepped off to the side. The driver waited with the door still open. Shyla wondered if she should get in or not and eventually decided to wait. She couldn't help but stare at the men and wonder what Rotham needed to discuss so urgently.
Barsel glanced at Shyla several times during their conversation. He didn't look happy. She tried to listen in, but they were just too quiet. She caught maybe a word or two every now and then but couldn't make sense of it. After a bit, Barsel rubbed his jaw and seemed to be thinking about something. Rotham stopped talking and flashed her a charming smile as he waited for Barsel to respond. She smiled back at him and again wondered what he was up to.
A few seconds later Barsel nodded as if deciding something. He smiled and suddenly seemed happy. The happiest he'd probably been all night. Rotham also seemed pleased and the men shook hands. Barsel then reached into his suit pocket, pulled something out, and handed it to Rotham before she could see what it was. Rotham took out his phone, and began dialing a number as he turned his back to her.
Barsel returned to the limo and got in. Shyla moved to get in after him but Barsel put his hand up and gruffly said, "No. Our date is done. You can find your own way home!"
She pulled back and the driver shut the door. He ran around the limo, got in and a second later, they drove off, leaving her behind. Shyla couldn't believe it! She had never been ditched by a date before. She crossed her arms thinking he was her rudest client yet. She definitely wasn't booking him again. She looked back at her phone and let out a heavy sigh. It was just a little past eleven. She supposed she should call a car to take her back to the escort service. Depending on how long it took she might make it home by midnight.
Before she could make the call, Rotham suddenly stepped up behind her and whispered, "Starlight."
She whirled around and looked up at him curiously. How did he know her escort name? Had Barsel told him? He must have. Rotham had a big smile on his face like he was some evil genius. He drew in close to her and asked, "How would you like some of the best midnight coffee around?"
"Midnight coffee?" repeated Shyla. She'd never heard of such a thing.
"Yes. Coffee you can only drink exactly at midnight. It's about eleven seventeen. If we leave now, I think we could just make it."
"Really?" said Shyla.
She wrapped a strand of hair around her finger, playfully twirling it as she tried to judge Rotham's intent. Did he want a real date or a paid one? She also wondered about him in general. Given they had just met, she knew nothing about him and didn't think she could go off with a complete stranger, this late at night...even if he was rich.
One good thing about her service was they always knew who you were with and where you were. His ice blue eyes lit up and his smile only seemed to get bigger the longer they stood there. She could tell he was eager for her company but thought not to risk it.
"Maybe another night, perhaps you can buy me that drink. My escort service is called Exquisite."
"Hmm." he said tilting his head. He studied her for a moment then said "Why not let it be tonight? Do you have any other dates?"
"No." admitted Shyla, yawning. "But I did just finish one."
"Well, I suppose if you want we can wait until twelve oh one, but the coffee won't be as great."
If not tonight then a minute into tomorrow, Shyla laughed thinking he was rather persistent. She had no idea just how persistent until her phone rang a second later. She hadn't been expecting a call and flinched before answering it, "Hello?
"Starlight, a new offer just came in for you. I know it's short notice and you're already on a date but it pays a thousand dollars and hour."
"Really," gasped Shyla she'd never been paid that much."What's the event?"
"Something called midnight coffee. Its listed as a coffee date"
"Oh," said Shyla looking at Rotham. He had his hands in his pockets and a big grin on his face. Boy, did he moved fast. She couldn't believe he'd already made the arrangements. "I think I'm with the client now."
"So you'll accept the date?" asked the receptionist.
"Yes. I suppose, since he is rather persistent."
"Great! We'll process charge."
Shyla hung up and just like that they were on a date. She put her phone away and crossed her arms "Well it seems we have a date."
"Indeed we do." said Rotham.
Before she could say another word, he stepped up and pulled her into a passionate kiss. It was unexpected and took her a moment to react. The kiss was soft at first then more pressured as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt this strange sensation flow through her lips. It was an odd tingle that flowed through her lips and lingered even after he pulled away.
Shyla stepped back, blushing. "Uh, I usually don't do that so quickly on a date. That's more of an ending."
"I understand. My apologizes it's just ever since I first met you I've been wanting to do that." said Rotham.
Shyla looked him over again and wondered if they had met before tonight. Surely not Rotham didn't seem like someone you'd easily forget especially not with those eyes. Within second another limo pulled up. Rotham didn't wait for his driver to get out. He opened the door himself and gestured for Shyla to get in, "Ladies first."
Shyla couldn't help but smile at him. They had only been on their date for a minute and it was already turning out better than her last one. She got in and Rotham quickly followed after shutting the door. Even though they had a massive back seat he chose to sit next to her as the limo drove around the city.
"How did you like the auction?"
"Oh, it was okay, I suppose."
"Was it your first time?"
"I think I've been to one or two others but never here."
"Were there any items you liked?"
"I didn't really get a chance to look any of them over."
"Ah I see."
"Was there any you liked."
"I mostly do this for tax purposes,"
"Oh."
"Did you at least get a chance to view some of the art work. The Gala we were at has some of the best on loan during the auction."
"Oh really, I didn't notice."
"Do you not like art?"
"Oh no," she said leaning forward, "I love it!" At least she hoped she did with as much time and money as she had spent on it. "I find it all so fascinating, the differences in dialogue and composition. I'm most interested in early culture pieces, I love romanticism and impressionism. Though I have enjoyed some minimalism as well."
"Ahh." said Rotham smiling at her. "You sure know a lot about art."
"Oh I'm not expert I just know a little here or there. What about you? Do you like art."
"Not particular but I also don't dislike it."
"Ah."
He drew closer to her and kept staring at her as they spoke. She tried not to stare back and mostly looked out the window. She suddenly noticed the limo was slowing and then it stopped. Rotham let the driver get out this time and he got their door. They stepped outside and made their way into a small coffee shop. She had never been to it before and was surprise it was open so late. Rotham ordered them two cups of midnight coffee and they found a small corner to sit down in.
They drank their coffee slowly and talked for several hours. The coffee didn't seem any different then the normal stuff she drank but she rather enjoyed the company. Usually she didn't find herself so interested in a date. Mentally and physically Rotham seemed to know something about everything and when he found out what she liked he seemed to jump at a chance to impress her with his knowledge. Shyla kept things light not giving him anything too personal. Mostly she mingled the truth with a little bit of imagination things she was more curious about then interested in. Still she was quite flattered by his engagement.
At one point, around three in the morning when she was getting tired, Rotham asked her if she had ever seen the sunrise on a lake before. He told her about a house he owned just outside of the city. It was nearly an hours' drive, but he wanted her to come there and spend the weekend. Monday as well, since it was a holiday.
Shyla doubted she'd still get paid a thousand an hour but knew her standard weekend rate alone was decent, plus the bump she'd get for it being a holiday. It would no doubt be a nice chunk of change. Of course it most likely meant she would be entertaining the client with more than her mere presence. Things would no doubt get physical but that too also meant the chance for more money. She did some quick math in her head and assessed she could walk away with maybe thirty to fifty thousand to fifty at best. The company would of course take their cut and she still had about eight thousand in school loans but the rest could all go into savings.
It was a lot of money for her but probably nothing for him. After seeing him at the auction she knew he could afford it. She also didn't have any plans this weekend. Her only hesitation was that she barely knew him. Usually she'd go on more then one day before considering going away with a client. It was only an hour away but-
"Well," he said after she made not response.
"I don't know." admitted Shyla. "You're a new client. I barely know you"
"I assure you we'll have the entire weekend to get to know each other and I will be on my best behavior. The whole date will just be you and me in the house by the lake. Your company will know where you are at all times, and you can leave whenever you want. I know its a holiday if you want I'll pay extra."
Shyla looked in his eyes and had a feeling he didn't get told no very often. Something told her that he'd just keep negotiating until she said yes.
"What's a weekend to you, twenty thousand or so? I'll make it fifty thousand." sad Rotham.
"That's a lot of money." said Shyla. It had been her best estimate.
"Tell you what. To make it even better, whatever I spend on you I'll also donate to charity."
"Really?" said Shyla. She'd had one client before who let her bet money for a charity, but never one who had donated to money on her behalf.
"Yes, and it can be any of your choice. Come on," he said brushing her arm with his finger tip. It's for a good cause. Don't you want to be good and helpful"
"Alright," said Shyla noticing he'd used her earlier words. It would be nice to have something really good come out of one of her dates. "If my service approv-"
Before Shyla even finished, he was already dialing. Within minutes they charged him and the details appeared on her phone. She felt a little jittery as they got back into the limo. Thing had never moved so fast. Rotham didn't seemed phased at all. He was probably used to things moving fast in the business world. She heard things could change on a dime fortunes made and lost.
He got some fine red wine out of the mini fridge and poured them some glasses.
"So, how long have you been doing this for?"
"Almost two years, I think." said Shyla taking up her wine glass.
"Do you enjoy the work?"
"Sometimes." said Shyla. "The people are nice."
"I bet." said Rotham he sneered and Shyla didn't much care for it, but she felt that for fifty thousand dollars he was probably going to do a lot of things she didn't like at some point.
"So, do you have rules?" asked Rotham. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, before stretching out on the leather seats making them squeak.
"Rules?" asked Shyla, confused.
"Yes. Condom, no condom. Anal, mouth, vaginal. What you will allow and what you won't?"
"Oh." said Shyla. She blushed a bit. Her dates weren't normally this confident and open about this part of the date. Usually Shyla just chose or they might request something and she'd say yes or no. She'd never really thought of rules. She suppose up until now she'd never really needed them.
"You've really been doing this for almost two years?" asked Rotham tilting his head.
"I think…about that maybe less." said Shyla. "But I haven't really had the question come up before. People usually mentions tips and we just do what is, well, natural, I guess. You know, like whatever pops up."
Rotham started grinning at her last comment. He leaned back in his seat. Shyla could see it now. His hard on was pressing against his pants and making an impressive bulge. Shyla smiled at him and tried not to stare as she sipped more of her wine.
"So, you don't care what I do?" asked Rotham.
"No. I do care, I do! I mean. Uhh, condom, no anal. Definitely no anal."
Rotham laughed. "So you've never?"
"No."
He nodded then chuckled "You are cute. My wife would definitely disagree with your ban on anal. It's her favorite position. You shouldn't knock it until you've tried it"
"You have a wife?" asked Shyla not really hearing much after that. She finished off her glass of wine hoping she'd misheard him.
"Yes, and kids. Does that bother you?" asked Rotham. Grabbing the bottle of wine, he poured her a new glass.
"No." said Shyla. This was sort of a first for her. She didn't think any of the guys she'd been with had been married but she supposed they could have, she hadn't really asked. You weren't suppose to unless the client offered it up. She suddenly recalled Phillip had been married but had lost his wife and child by the time she met him. "I guess I just don't think about it." She said looking off to the side.
"Does it help you not to think? Would you like me to just do what I want to? Would that make it easier? You could tell me to stop if anything isn't how you want it."
Shyla sighed, trying her best not to act uncomfortable. When she had sex with a client, she usually didn't think about it to much. They would discuss a tip and she'd focus on getting the act done and paid. But, she was going to be with Rotham for days she doubt she could just focus on the act and getting paid the entire time. Shyla sipped her wine feeling a bit light headed. "I guess."
"Alright." said Rotham, putting out his cigarette. "You don't have to be nervous. I promise you that you'll like it. I don't mean to boast, but I'm rather good."
Shyla laughed a bit. He had an awfully big ego. She really doubted he was that good. He took off his suit jacket and folded it neatly next to him. A chill ran up her spine when she realized she would soon find out.
Before Shyla could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed her. His kiss was soft at first then went harder deeper. When they pulled apart Shyla finished off another glass of wine as he pealed off her dress. He admired her undergarments for a second before he pulled her bra away, unsnapping it with one hand. She had to admit she was somewhat impressed. When her breasts were free, he kneaded them in his hands, feeling them.
He breathed into her ear. "You are just so damn hot."
"Thank you." said Shyla awkwardly. He suddenly seemed so into this but she'd yet to match his enthusiasm.
She worked on changing her mindset. She found it helped to zone out as he removed his shirt and kissed her breasts, sucking each of the nipples. He sucked so hard they turned bright red and left blemishes on her skin. She was going to say something but she figured that the marks would fade in a few days. When he started to bite at her skin tough she pushed him back a bit. "Please don't leave marks."
"Right. Don't want to ruin the merchandise." said Rotham with a sickening smirk. He ran his hands up to her hair and tangled his fingers in it, pulling on it a bit. "If I pay extra, can I? I like to get rough!"
"No" said Shyla. She had her limits, even where money was concerned. "Can I have some more wine?"
"Yes," said Rotham. She could tell he was clearly disappointed.
As he finished undressing her, she threw another quick glass back. She had on black stalkings, lacy underwear and a garter belt. He seemed to like that. He ran his hands over her lower half before he practically ripped everything off her. He buried his fingers in her pubic lightly tugging on it before he grabbed her knees and spread her legs. Much to her surprise he buried his face between her legs. She'd never had any client go down on her.
His tongue was fast and hit hard. Before she knew it she was moaning. She tried her best not to claw at the seats as he moved her body about, licking between the folds of her clit. He dragged her to him and then went lower pushing his tongue inside her. It was so hot and wet. Shyla ran her fingers through his hair, moaning as he made circles with his tongue before returning to her suck on her clit.
She cried out with such pleasure. No one had ever eaten her out with such vigor before. She wondered how long he'd been doing this. When he pulled away, Shyla took in his penis for the first time. It was long and thick. In one breath he said, "My turn." He grabbed the back of Shyla's neck and, roughly pulling her to him. Before she could protest, he shoved his dick into her mouth.
Shyla was used to clients being gentle or timid. Usually she had felt like she was in control of them when she did her tips. It was clear though as Rotham forced her head up and down that he was going to be in control and that he would have it no other way.
Shyla fought it at first but then gave in, licking and sucking. When he was ready, he pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach in the car. Within seconds, he licked his fingers and pushed them roughly between her legs. She was wet and they sunk in with ease. He pushed them in and out several times before licking them off. Shyla moaned out loudly.
"You like that?" Rotham called. She heard him opening a condom wrapper from behind her. He put it on quickly, adding, "Then you'll love this!"
Without another word Rotham drove in hard and fast, making her body quake to with his might. She'd never been handled so roughly or taken like this... hard from behind. She quickly found Rotham knew what he was doing had stamina to boot. Most of her boyfriends and clients went ten minutes, max. Rotham passed that mark just fucking her from behind.
Shyla found herself panting for breath and moaning out, almost madly. Doggy style was her favorite position but usually she had to fake orgasms because her partners came so fast. With clients the more she faked it the better her tip. She didn't need to pretend with Rotham and soon found herself coming hard. It was sudden unexpected and felt so good. He also felt it and gave her ass a good hard smack, "See I told you! I'm good!"
She barely heard him turning into a pile of fucking mush beneath him as her body surged with pleasure. He pulled out after a bit, turning her onto her back and lifted her legs. He entered her and ordered her to wrap herself around him. She did as she was told and he slammed her into the leather seat. She heard it madly squeak as they slid about.
She felt their bodies crash together with such force. It felt so good she came again and cried out throwing her head back. The limo filled with the sounds of their bodies rapid slapping into each other, her moans and Rotham grunts. After a few more minutes he cursed, grinding into her hips deeply. He fucked her harder and squeezed the shit out of her breasts. Within a few minutes Shyla couldn't hold back and she cried out, cumming hard again. This was insane three time from one guy one fucking...go.
Her body was covered in a light perspiration as her nerves pulsed with the orgasm. Rotham laughed for a second before being consumed by the twitching of her body. She could fill him pulsing as he came hard, breathing heavily into her ear. He rolled them to where he was sitting and she was on top of him. It had been so quick and frenzied they were both gasped for air. Shyla waited a moment before pulling herself off of him. She nearly took the condom with her.
Rotham lit another cigarette, poured her some more wine then leaned back in his seat. Both naked, the two covered in a thin layer of sweat. Shyla wasn't sure how long he'd lasted but she knew that no one else had ever lasted as long, nor made her cum like that. She felt a little strange. Someone she barely knew had given her more pleasure than anyone else she'd ever known. She tried to act professional, and put her dress back on.
When she was dressed, she turned to look back at Rotham. He was still leaned back in his seat. He had a defined six pack. She figured he must work out all the time. His dick was still sizable, falling limp and off to one side. It was uncircumcised which was unusual to see.. He put himself away put his pants back on. Rotham tied off the condom full of his seed, throwing it in a trash can in the door before he grabbed his shirt.
He put it on and looked out the window to see where they were. Shyla rolled hers down. She wanted to get some fresh air. She put her hair up and soon found they were there. Dang they had been fucking close to an hours. Shyla almost couldn't believe it. They pulled up to a beautiful house along a lake and parked in the driveway. Without a word, Rotham pulled her from the car and took her along a stone path leading her to where the lake was. It was large and as the sun was coming up it made the water sparkle. They had missed some of it but as she stared at it, Shyla thought it was indeed like he had described.
Shyla stared at it in awe for some time as Rotham stood next to her. As the sun finished rising, he looked at her and smiled before picking her up. He carrying her up to the lake house. There was a large porch looking out onto the river. The porch wrapped around a good portion of the house. There were a number of French doors and one set of them was open, leading into a large master bedroom. They were barely inside before he set her down on the cool wooden floors, pulling off her dress. Shyla looked around, seeing a large bed. There were black silk sheets and black leather restraints on each of the four posts. The bed sported silken curtains that were currently pulled back.
There was a fireplace in the room with a fire already blazing. Shyla wondered if it was always like this or he'd called ahead, he must have. She looked from the fire to the floor seeing a black bear skin rug. The bears' mouth was open like it was about to attack. As Rotham pulled off his shoes and removed the rest of his clothes, Shyla noticed a hot tub, a small couch, and a bookshelf with all sort of books.
When Rotham finished undressing, he came up to her again and kissed her possessively. She laughed a bit. She was buzzed from the wine, probably drunk now. Rotham moved with vigor, pulling to lie down on the run in front of the fireplace. She laughed nervously. She hadn't expected to have sex again so soon. If anything, events in the limp should have relaxed him.
But Rotham wasn't relaxed. If anything, he seemed more urgent, more passionate than before. He kissed her and caressed her skin, touching her all over. His fingertips left trails of fire light along her skin. She tossed and turned on the rug as he ran his hand through her hair and said, "I swear, I could worship you."
Shyla looked into his eyes when he said that and it almost scared her. She didn't know why but the way he said it was as if he wanted to cage her and keep her only for himself to admire. He didn't just want to worship her. He wanted to possess her. Rotham raised her leg as she looked away her eyes feeling glossy with sudden tears. She didn't know why she suddenly felt overwhelmed by his presents. When she felt his tip neter her, she cried out looking back at him."Condom. You need to use a condom"
He groaned. "Are you not on anything."
"I am."
"So what does it matter," he said nudging her.
She placed her hand on his chest and made it clear, "It's what I require."
He groaned again but dropped her leg. Urgently he retrieved a condom from a nearby dresser. He came back with it on. Without preamble, he pushed into her. She moaned out as pleasure once again washed over her body. Rotham kissed her and licked her skin. He rubbed his face against her and she brushed her hair against him. He grinded her into the floor for nearly an hour maybe two until she passed out.
Sunday was a haze. Shyla woke up feeling like her body had been ravaged. She was so swollen and sore all over. She noticed several new marks on her skin. Rotham was passed out next to her. She rolled her eyes and went to the bathroom. She thought to look around after, but when she stepped out of the bathroom he was there waiting for her and ready to go again.
It was like that most of the day. They'd take breaks occasionally, to eat, or to catch their breath. They'd rest a few minutes talk a little before foreplay and more ravenous sex. In between her multiple orgasms she noticed he kept trying to learn more about her. She wouldn't say anything that wasn't work related or casual conversation. It was a struggle but she tried her best not to slip up. She almost enjoyed teasing him, letting him know nothing about her as she knew nothing about him.
Shyla liked the way Rotham looked at her and how he seemed completely taken in by just her gaze. He looked at her as if he was staring at a work of artwork. That night they paused from the constant sex to watch a movie together. Then he played his violin for her, even composing a piece on the spot in her honor. The music was so beautiful, so moving, that it brought tears to her eyes. She also found it romantic and almost forgot he was married. Shyla tried not to get too attached and reminded herself this was just a job but oh what a job it was. Her life was truly magnificent spending all day in bed having multiple orgasm with a stranger for cash, beat taking out the trash and sweeping up popcorn any day of the week.
On Monday they slept late tangled in each others embrace. Around two in the afternoon he brought their breakfast to the bed. She particularly enjoyed the french toast. As she ate, Rotham rubbed her back and asked her if she'd stay longer a week... maybe two... forever. She thought he was joking but for a slight second she considered extending her stay or at least making another date for next weekend.
She had never been treated to such luxury. She nearly lost herself in this possible way of life and for the first time she could understand why some of the girls desired it so. It was nice being cared for and not having to worry about money. It was almost like a dream or fairy tale. A handsome strange to had come and whisked her off her feet. She knew if there were anything she desired that weekend he'd get it for her. He let her have whatever she wanted for each meal even if they didn't have it at the house he'd order it in. He played his violin for her and they had several deep conversations on life and the meaning of it all. He gave her a diamond necklace and insisted it be all she wear from now on. It was all just so perfect...he was perfect...too perfect.
Her bubble burst later that afternoon. As she got out of the shower, she heard him on the phone with someone. He sounded different.
His voice was light and enthusiastic. "Yes. Oh wow! I bet you loved that! Ha. Oh no I'm sorry I missed it. I know, Yes, princess! Daddy loves you too." She realized he was talking to his daughter. From the way he was talking she must have been young "No. No." He chuckled Alright then maybe. I promise I'll see you tomorrow for your actual birthday. I love you too. Put your mother on now."
His voice shifted as he talked to his wife. His tone was lower and stern "Seriously Pet! Yes! Yes I told you I'm busy. Yes it couldn't be helped! I've been wanting this for a while! Don't you even start! Alright! YES! YES! I know! I'll be home first thing tomorrow. Yes, of course! You know she wouldn't have cared if you didn't point it out! Well you should have thought about that! Alright. Yes, I'll get it. That too! And that! How much more do you need? You know what, just fax the damn list over. Right. Goodbye!"
He hung up the phone and let out a heavy sigh before making another call. His voice was different yet again emotionless to the point."Have you made the arrangements...good...good. Send it over right away. Yes, tonight. I'll need to fly out first thing, so you'll need to stay and handle the rest. Just get her set up. Pet is also faxing a list have Bart handle it-"
It seemed to be some sort of business call she felt weird spying on him. She probably shouldn't have listened in at all. She finished drying off and suddenly felt... uncomfortable. His wife had seemed upset. His daughter's birthday was tomorrow but earlier he'd asked Shyla to stay longer? Did he want her to stay here while he celebrated his daughter's birthday? That just seemed... messed up, to have an escort in your bed while blowing out birthday candles with you wife and kid.
She suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She knew he was married and had a kid, maybe even several but it hadn't really sunk in and felt real... until now. She felt grimy and wondered if his wife knew he did this sort of thing or if he was cheating behind her back. She didn't want to think about it.
She wrapped a towel around herself and decided to explored the house a little hoping to distract herself. The other rooms were beautiful. There were several hallways with various decorative layouts. At one point in the hall she saw a painting that looked familiar. She thought she might have seen something similar in an art gallery. Perhaps it was on in the same given how rich this guy seemed to be he could probably afford the real deal. She stared at it for a moment admiring it. She continued to explore going up stairs. It had several nice rooms and a gorgeous bathtub with a large window that looked out on the lake. There was also a small library or maybe it was a study study. She saw a rec room that had all the latest gadgets and a full on piano. She played a few keys then moved on finding a nursery and kids room. She decided to go back down stairs once again reminded of what she was trying not to think about.
She found the large kitchen, it had so much counter space and the fridge was huge. She stole a few fresh grapes and some chocolate before wandering through the massive dining room. It had a long table with really fancy chairs. She looked outside for a bit then checked out the sunken living room with a gorgeous fireplace. Everywhere she looked in the living room, she saw pictures of Rotham and his family.
She moved over to a few frames that were set up on a small table in the corner of the room. She picked up a picture of him with his wife and kids. The girl looked so small and the other was just a baby. They all looked so happy but she supposed even the happiest of families had secrets. She ran her fingers of a picture of his wife thinking she was gorgeous. For a moment she wondered why someone like him who had everything needed to hire an escort.
She heard someone clear their throat and turned to see an older woman in a maid's uniform. She must have been the maid. Shyla hadn't realized anyone else was here, otherwise she wouldn't be walking around in just a towel. The maid gave her a scathing look and she realized how bad this must look. Not only was Shyla walking around in just a towel but she was touching the family photo. How shameless could she get! She set it down and the maid gave her a look of utter disdain before carrying on with her work.
Beyond embarrassed she quickly returned to the master bedroom. She buried herself under the sheet and squeaked, hoping she could disappear. She didn't do good with awkward situation—but then again who was? Eventually, she crawled out from her abyss and wondered what time it was. She looked out the window, seeing that it was already dark out. The entire day felt like it had just flown by. She laid on her back and looked up at the ceiling, thinking she probably didn't have much longer to go.
Rotham stepped into the room a few minutes later. He was only wearing sweatpants and a towel around his neck. She noticed he was covered in a light layer of sweat, his muscles more defined— he must have just worked out. He walked over to the rooms mini bar and grabbed himself a small glass.
It was strange seeing him, now that she knew a lot more about him...unintentionally. She thought about his wife and bit her lip. She knew she probably shouldn't ask but had to know if she knew or not...for her own peace of mind. She slowly sat up in bed then went for it, "Uh, does your wife know you do this sort of thing?"
"Is that really any of your business," said Rotham his voice was cold.
"No but I think-"
"I don't pay you to think!" he spat pouring himself a drink. He didn't seem charming nor friendly at the moment. Of course, no one was anything a hundred percent of the time but he seemed to be in a bad mood.
He took up his drink then plopped down in a chair, in the corner of the room. He took a small sip before he snapped his fingers, and gestured for her to sit on his lap. She didn't like being snapped at but got out of bed and went to to him none the less. She sat down on his lap and he examined some red marks on her skin. He gently ran the back of his finger tips over them as he asked for the hundredth time that weekend. "What is your real name?"
"Starlight."
"Where do you live?"
"Around." Shyla teased, playing with her hair. He could ask all he wanted but he wasn't getting a thing out of her.
Rotham was in no mood for her coyness. He wanted answers and he wanted them now. He glared at her and demanded, "I asked where. I want an address. And I want your full legal fucking name! You'd think a hundred thousand dollars for the weekend would buy more then just a few fucks and some half-assed answers!"
He was getting more upset by the minute. Shyla started to get up. Just because he was in a shit mood didn't mean she had to sit here and take it. "If you're unsatisfied. I can always leave."
"NO!" Rotham bellowed surprising her.
She looked back at him as he dropped his drink on the floor, letting it spill. Without warning, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against his chest. She struggled to break free, but he was so much bigger and stronger than she was, handling her with ease until she fell still.
"Now," he snarled, "I purchased your services! I'm paying a hundred thousand dollars. I want answers, and I want them right now! Tell me who you are and where you live!"
He tightened his grip to the point where he was seriously hurting her. She cried out and hissed, "I'm not suppose to! My service has a privacy polic-"
"I don't give a fuck, what their policies are! I am the one who's footing the bill. YOU ANSWER TO ME! Tell me what I want to know!"
Shyla furrowed her brow but didn't answer. She didn't like being told what to do. He had no right to demand anything from her, no matter how much he paid. One of the things they'd taught her in training was just because a client paid didn't mean they were entitled to anything. She kept struggling but he refused to let her go.
She wasn't so much scared as she was annoyed. He was acting like a spoiled child, throwing a temper tantrum when he didn't get what he wanted. His grip tightened, and she began to feel confined— suffocated. Neither of them spoke for several long minutes. Eventually, she stopped struggling and realized she had no choice but to play his game. If this fucker wanted answers she'd give him answers! She'd appease him until her time was up, then get the fuck out of here!
Another thing they had taught her in training was how to defuse a tense situation until you could find a way out. She closed her eyes but still didn't 'give it' to him right away. She had a feeling he might realize she was lying if she suddenly told him what he wanted to hear, so she let things continue for several more minutes. She put up a good fight, then pretended to be more tired and hurt than she really was.
"Fine," she eventually spat, "Then will you let me go!"
"Depends on your answers," he said.
"My name—" she said, deliberately exaggerating her hesitation. She looking away from him, then around the room, before closing her eyes and whispering. "Is...Andrea."
"Andrea...what?" he repeated, not loosing his grip.
She bit her lip, looked up then down before somberly continuing, "Andrea, Dea, Faultin."
"And where do you live?" He persisted.
Seriously this guy was an ass. She was giving him what he wanted but wasn't giving her an ich. He shook her when she didn't respond. She still gave it another minute for good measure then choked "I live at…1125421, Juner St Complex B 225."
She made sure to sound upset and act defeated like she really hadn't wanted to give into him. He seemed to buy it at least he loosened his grip som. She got the name from an old classmate from grade school and as for the address she knew it by heart. It had been her first sale. Every year her painting class would hold a little gallery where students could show off their best work. They could either keep it or let others offer to buy it.
Mostly family and friends would attend. At that point she had neither but a stranger had liked one of her paintings and made an offer. She'd delivered the painting herself and had been high as a kite for weeks after thinking this was what success felt like. She couldn't wait to finish college and get out into the world. She knew it might not happen overnight but someday she wanted to have a gallery of her own, full of family, friends and supporters.
"I see," said Rotham pulling her from her thoughts.
He released her and she got up putting some distance between them. She rolled her shoulders then moved her body about, happy to be free. Rotham stared at her for a long moment then pulled himself out and snapped his fingers once again. He pointed to his cock and she rolled her eyes. She was really getting sick of him snapping at her but at least he'd dropped the topic.
She stepped up to him and dropped to her knees. She took his cock in her hand and dully stroked it. His little temper tantrum had pretty much killed the mood. Still she worked on him knowing she still had several hours to kill. Then...then she'd probably have the most money she'd ever had in her entire life.
She couldn't help but smile. He thought it was because of him but it was because of his money. She took him into her mouth as it started to really sink in. Fifty-Thousand dollars, she didn't get to keep it all but she would get most of it. Maybe forty or thirty thousand. A few days ago the number had just been some quickly math but now as things were drawing close to an end it was becoming a reality. She could pay off her student loans and just enjoy the rest of her time in college. It might even be enough that she could take a year off and paint.
She hummed to herself getting excited at the possiblity of doing nothing but painting all day and night. She wouldn't have to worry about anything for once. She could just create and live her dream. Even if things didn't end up working out at least for an entire year she'd live the life she had always wanted...maybe two year if she was careful. Who knows, if her paintings took off, she might even be able to travel. She could actually go to some of the places she'd only seen in her text books. That would be amazing!
She got so excited as she bobbed her head up and down his length. She worked him almost mechanically as she lost herself in thought. She poked him against the inside of her cheeks then the back of her throat. Sometimes she'd go down on him as deep as she could then pull back and focus her suction on his tip. She'd wiggle her tongue against it, then go down on him again swirling her tongue around his shaft.
After a while she moved to lick the underside of his cock. She pretended it was an ice cream cone melting in the sun. With each lick she'd increase her pressure trying to 'keep it' together. After a few good licks, she grabbed hold of his cock and ran her hand up and down the shaft as she moved to suck his balls. He kept grunting and groaning as he ran his fingers through her hair. She thought she might pop him off but he wanted more then a suck.
He pulled out a condom from his pocket and handed it to her. She knew what to do. She slowly unwrapped it, placed it on her tongue, then rolled it onto his cock with her mouth. Once he had his happy cap on, he leaned forward and lifted her up, under her arms, to sit on his lap once more. For a moment they locked eyes and he seemed to be in a better mood. He flashed her a charming smile, but she didn't reciprocate— she just focused on the task at hand.
She grabbed hold of his member, guided it to her entrance and sunk down slowly, straddling him in the chair. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back enjoying her warmth. A smile spread across his lips as she began to ride him. She felt nothing for him in this moment— he was like any other client, and this was just business—a means to an end. She'd realized she let herself get too caught up in things and needed to rein herself in.
She began to think about what she'd do after this. Once their date was complete, she'd call a car to pick her up. It might take a while, but she'd wait. He might offer to drive her somewhere, but she didn't want to spend any more time with him than necessary after his little fit. She doubted she'd be seeing him again, especially when he found out she'd given him a false name and address. A smile spread across her lips—he'd probably be pissed off. Good!
He reached out grasping hold of her hips. He held her in place and she wondered if he wanted her to stop only to have him sudden slam up into her. He struck her hard and deep surprising her with his sudden vigor. She let out several yelps as she felt a mixture of pain and pleasure. He hit so deep and his thrust were powerful, shaking her entire body every time they collided. She quickly lost sense of herself as she felt an orgasm building.
She wasn't happy with him after everything but her body didn't seem to care whether she liked him or not. He suddenly stood bringing her with him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he buried his head against her neck. He passionate trialed kisses up it then across her chin. He rose to her lips then forced his tongue into her mouth as he slammed her against a wall. She groaned feeling the unexpected impact rattle her body. He didn't hold back pounded into her so hard several decorations fell from the wall.
She dragged her nails down his back as she came again. It felt so good she rolled her eyes back for a second, her body bursting with euphoria. He moved his lips to her neck once more. His kisses became quick, almost feverish before he sucked at her tender flesh turning it red then purple. It hurt but the pressure also felt slightly good combined with his furious pumps. She'd never had someone be so rough with her and yet her body seemed to welcome it.
However she drew the line when he grabbed hold of her neck. She protested, wrapping her hands around his arm. She tried to pry him off but he wouldn't let go, pinning her to the wall. He slowed his thrusts and stared her down. There was a darkness— a cruelty in his eyes that suddenly frightened her. She found it hard to breath as he flashed her a twisted smile. He made it clear he was in control. She...was at his mercy.
She refused to submit and defiantly stared back at him which only seemed to delight him more. He picked up his pace once more not only moving faster but harder. She could feel each impact ripple though body. He got in her face and hissed, "You like this...huh whore. You like this dick! This feel like a hundred thousand dollar dick, huh bitch!"
"Stop it," she gasped.
She wanted him to let go of her neck and she didn't like the way he was talking to her. She glared at him defiant as ever and he glared right back. He tightened his grip on her neck and she dug her fingernails into his arm. The two stared each other down, neither wavering in the slightest. His hand was bleeding but she was starting to feel lightheaded. He laughed at her determination to defy him. The look in his ice-blue eyes was so intense...yet oddly familiar.
Her vision began to blur as some distant echo of the past thundered through her heart. Several tears escaped from her eyes, and she gasped, "Please."
"Please, please," he repeated. His gaze softened for a moment as if he'd forgotten himself but then he only seemed to become more enthralled. He leaned in and breathed her in deeply. Then repeated once more "Please…please…" He chuckled "That's why you're here isn't it? To please me." As if he were the only reason for her existence. His eyes flickered with an almost-madness and her heart skipped a beat.
He leaned in and, strangely kissed her. It was soft and surprisingly gentle, given how violent he was being. It caught her off guard. Her lips quivered as he pulled from her. She found them dry, and it was getting hard to focus. She wanted to stop…to catch her breath and think...she suddenly couldn't think.
He seemed to understand but shook his head, "You want to get paid right. Well then I've got to get my money's worth."
She narrowed her eyes at him then suddenly, without warning, he pulled from between her legs and tossed her onto the bed. She bounced, falling onto her stomach and gasped for air. She hadn't realized how much he'd been cutting off her oxygen until a full breath hit her starving lungs. Before she could recover he was upon her. He entered her from behind hard and fast, causing her to slide forward on the sheets.
She cried out then nearly passed out, the room suddenly felt like it was spinning as he pounded her into what felt like oblivion. Then suddenly he stopped. He pulled out and cursed, "SHIT!'
"What!" she instinctively gasped, still catching her breath.
"Nothing," he groaned.
He grabbed her hips then pushed back into her. It felt strange but she didn't have much time to dwell on it as he pulled her hips up and pushed her head down, into the bedding. He let loose on her and she felt him grow close. Suddenly he stiffened all at once letting out a roar, cumming hard. She felt this sudden burst of warmth fill her and it took her a second to realize what was going on.
Her eyes widened as she realized he was cumming inside her. She tried to squirm away but he held her to him until he was finished. When he let go of her, she frantically rolled over, hoping she was mistaken. Yet she saw him sitting on his knees with a big grin on his face and a bare cock.
"THE CONDOM!"
"It broke," he said running his hands through his hair.
She glared at him mortified as if that was any kind of excuse. "Then you get another one or stop!"
He shook his head, "What's the big deal, I'm clean?"
"So!"
He raised an eyebrow, "What you not on anything?"
"I am," she spat.
The escort service had a strict policy on contraception...at least when it came to the women. While the men didn't always have to wear a condom, all the women needed to be on something. If they got pregnant they could face a lot of legal trouble.
"So what's the big deal," he said yawning.
"I've never had someone cum inside me before...I was saving it."
"Saving it." He looked at her, deadpan as if he didn't think she was serious—then he burst out laughing before he got quiet then asked, "So what? I'm the first guy you've let cum in you?"
"I DIDN'T LET ANYTHING! You said the condom broke."
"It did," he said.
"Show it to me!" She demanded not believing him.
"Seriously," he said but looked for it in the sheets. Broke was an understatement, exploded was more like it. The thing was in shreds.
"Shit." she said then stood up in the bed. It hurt after the pounding she just took but she got out of the bed.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"I've got to clean up and make sure none of it's still in there,"
"Oh," he said. Then rubbed a hand over his mouth and got a smirk on his face, "First hmp."
"Fuck off" she spat storming to the bathroom.
She quickly checked herself then took a small shower spraying washing herself out. She kept furrowing her brow upset. She knew it was silly getting so upset over such a thing but she had wanted to save it...for someone she loved, her husband if not then the father of her children. Not someone like this asshole, who was married and just messing around. But honestly what did she expect? What was the saying fuck around and find out. She was surprised something like this hadn't happened sooner, especially with this guy given how rough he'd been. She tried not to let herself get too upset. She was working. She was suppose to be a professional but she didn't feel so cool anymore if anything she felt pretty shitty right now mentally and physically.
She looked at herself in the mirror even thought she had said no marks she was covered in them and her neck looked awful like someone had tried to strange her, because they had! The fucker had nearly choked her out. The shit that had just happened between them was intense. It had all happened so fast and gotten way out of control. She never wanted things to get like that again. She felt trapped... almost powerless. After this she definitely need to think and take another look at her priories. Of course, she could afford to given how much money she was about to be paid. It didn't cheer her up as much as it did a few minutes ago. Right now she just felt so cheep and violated.
She thought she heard voices at some pointand wondered if he was on the phone again. She took some time before she came back out. He was wearing a black silk robe and seemed almost giddy about something.
"You took so long in there, I was beginning to think I might have to send out a search party."
"Right." she said
He seemed almost nervous as he rocked back and forth on his heels. He ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth then put his hands behind his back and asked. "Tell me, how do you feel about your downtown apartment?"
Shyla let out a yawn and wondered if he was testing her. She knew the address she'd given him wasn't anywhere near downtown. He rushed up to her embracing her as he waited for her response. She wasn't in the mood but let out a fake laugh and said, "My apartment isn't downtown."
"It is now," said Rotham, as though he couldn't wait to let it out. He held some keys up over her head.
Shyla looked up at them but didn't reach for them. Seriously! He had to be joking...right... but no he wasn't. She'd just met him and he was now offering her keys to a downtown apartment!
When she didn't say anything he went on. "It's not furnished mind you. Yet. If you need anything I'll have it delivered. You can look though several magazines, even go shopping. If you like, you can buy yourself a whole new wardrobe...though you know what I prefer." he said pulling out the necklace he'd given her earlier. It must have fallen off at some point. He put it back on her as she just stood there still taking it in, "Just make sure we have a bed by next weekend. A large sturdy one. Actually maybe I'll pick out the bed. I know a few high end manufactures."
She swallowed finding her throat dry. She had yet to respond, but he didn't seem to notice. He was too elated, while she was pretty sure she was done with him. She already knew she didn't want to go on another date with him, after the shit he just pulled. There was no way she was taking an apartment from him. Finally, he seemed to notice her silence. "Andrea?"
She spoke slowly still a bit stunned. "You know our date is only for this weekend?"
"I know but it could be longer. I could talk to your service. Buy you out."Her eyes widened. Was he absolutely bonkers! She knew he was rich but this was their first date and he was already talking about a buy out! He rubbed his mouth and went on joking "You can quit their service and join mine."
"I- Your wife didn't seem too happy earlier. On the phone. What would she think of this?"
She could tell he was annoyed. His face fell flat and he scolded her, "You shouldn't eavesdrop especially when it comes to me and she wont mind. She'd be happy to have a break every now and then. We're not really the romantic type. Our marriage is more of a business arrangement. We benefit each other and that's about it. She's a decent host and she's given me two children one of each, so her job is basically done. The reason she was upset was because I missed my daughter's birthday party on Sunday."
"Oh?" said Shyla. He'd missed his daughters birthday to fuck an escort.
"Don't give me that! She's six. She had a whole fucking circus! The only reason she even noticed I wasn't there was because her mother made such a big deal about it! Her mother just uses those parties to show off, in front of her rich friends. She's just pissed I wasn't there to preform. I assure you my daughter will be fine. I got her a pony. She has a fucking pony! She'll forget that I wasn't there but she'll always remember the damn pony." He shook his head.
"But still...you missed it." said Shyla, feeling like it was her fault now but how was she suppose to know.
"So what? I had better things to do, as you know." said Rotham smirking.
He brushed her shoulder but she pulled away."More important than your own daughter's party?"
"Yes." said Rotham, sighing. "I wasn't going to go anyways. Children are bothersome. That's why we have nannies, after all. But really, this doesn't concern you, Andrea."
For a slight second she forgot she'd told him that was her name. He studied her but she didn't say anything shifting her gaze, "This is... just a lot to take in."
"I'm not done yet. How does a weekly allowance of say, five thousand, sound? I could agree to more of course, if I were persuaded but gotta give you something to work for right"
"Five thousand dollars a week? That is insane! This is a lot to think about!" she said taking another step back.
"I don't see how." he said furrowing his brow. Clearly she wasn't giving him the response he wanted."This is what the women in your trade want, after all."
"What?" said Shyla still trying to process all this.
"Whores. They want to be kept. I'm already married but a mistress is a promotion none the less. Consider this hitting the jackpot"
"I'm not a whore," said Shyla, offended.
He looked at her flatly."You fuck people for money. That is the definition of a whore."
"I am an escort! I go on dates!"
"Oh, ho ho," he chuckled throwing his head back. He put his arms on his hips. "Right, 'escort.' The proper legal term for money fucker! Still, I guess it's a better veneer then street walker or hooker, but they're all still the same thing. WHORES! I paid money for you to fuck me. You took the money, and then you fucked me. You... are... a...whore." His tone and the way he talked to her was condescending as shit.
She didn't think, she just stepped up to him and slapped him across the face. She got him good too! It made a loud smack and his face went to the side. For a good minute he just stood there frozen...then grimaced. A dark expression crossed his face. His hand snapped out faster than she could react and she found herself on the floor before she even realized he had back handed her. She clutched her face as he loomed over her, pure pulsating darkness coursed through his veins. His voice came out quiet so she had to really listen, to hear his every word. "Never, ever do that again."
"I- I'm sorry.' she choked her face turning red. Her cheek stung as water filled her eyes. She wiped her tears away quickly getting to her feet. "I just overreacted." She forced her pride down momentarily, recalling her training. She swallowed and took a deep breath before she continued "No one likes to think of themselves as," she swallowed again, "a whore."
His rage, smoldered for a moment longer then he smiled. Holding the keys up above her head. She didn't want them! She didn't want anything to do with this fucker but she knew better. She reached for them and he raised them up higher. She looked at him and he looked right back at her. She reached for them again and he made her really work for it.
When she was on the tips of her toes, nearly falling over he finally threw them to the ground. She looked down at them and he crossed his arms tapping his foot. She realized he expected her to pick them up. It was degrading but she did it. He seemed please than that she had 'accepted' his gift. He stepped up to her and lightly brushed the back of his finger tips against the cheek he'd backhanded..She quivered with emotion but stood her ground.
"All is forgiven, love. We'll be fine as long as you never forget your place." Then he smirked, "Beneath me."
She wanted to vomit but managed to smile and even let him kiss her. This date was so SO over after that! He'd gone from being suave and romantic to a full-blown psychopath. She knew she needed to get out of there before things escalated. He stepped back and undid his robe no doubt wanting her to thank him for her 'gifts.'
"I have to pee."
"Didn't you just?" he said scrunching his nose.
"No, I cleaned up but forgot."
She didn't wait for him to respond. She just turned on her heels and went back to the bathroom. She heard him let out a heavy sigh as she shut the door. She had to get out of here and now. First put some distance between you and the client then find a way out. She could do this! She turned on some water splashing it in her face. She was a right mess but didn't waste time looking at herself, instead she looked for a window. She found it but realized it would do her no good. She was naked and they were out in the middle of nowhere. She needed her phone, in her purse on the fireplace mantle.
She heard the phone ring and he answered it. She went to the door and opened it a crack. He started talking then seemed to think better of it. He went into the next room and she saw her chance. She darted out of the bathroom and rushed to the fireplace. She grabbed her purse but couldn't see her dress for the life of her. She knew there was no time to look he could come back any second. She grabbed a sheet from the bed and darted out through the french doors, he'd carried her through just days ago.
She sprinted into the darkness barley wrapping herself up. She didn't care about anything but getting away from him. She found a safe place to hide in some brush along the road then hit her panic button and got in touch with a receptionist. She told them her date had gone bad and she needed a car fast. It would take them some time to get there but one was quickly dispatched.
Then it was the longest hour of her life. Wrapped in nothing but a sheet, hiding in the brush along the road, she waited and waited. At one point she swore she saw Rotham drive by and then was sure of it as he went by again slower. He must have driven up and down the road three times looking for her. She was so scared, she didn't know what she'd do if he found her...run...fight. She went over her self defense classes in her head but hoped it wouldn't come to that. They always suggested contact as a last resort.
Finally the car was there! The receptionist let her know and she rushed to it. Her feet hurt like a son of a bitch as she opened the door and dived into the backseat. She didn't sit up not wanting him to see her. She just told the driver to,"Go! GO! GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
Thankfully she didn't have to ask twice. She curled up in the back seat almost the entire way back to the city. When she arrived at the escort service she met with someone from management. They got her side of things and took pictures for legal reasons. They didn't fault her for ending things early and even paid her in full by the end of the week. She was so exhausted by the time she got home she just collapsed into bed. After that she'd only heard about 'Rotham's' barrage of harassment but never had to deal with him again.
Honestly, after she quit the service she thought she'd never see him again. He didn't know her name and she didn't want to know his. They were from different worlds and ran in different circles or so she thought. She let out a laugh now, of all the people in the world why did HE have to be Liam's brother, especially when she was pretty sure she was in love with him.
"Find something funny?" asked Claire.
"No," said Shyla, "Sorry."
Liam looked at her concern but she found it hard to look up for long, fearing she might meet Rotham's gaze again and he might suddenly 'recall' who she was. She picked up her wine glass and nearly drank half before setting it down. She let out a heavy sigh as the next course was served. She stared at it thinking she had no idea what she was going to do or how she was going to get through this weekend. |
