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Perhaps I’d lingered too long sitting on the edge of the bed and lost in my thoughts rather than paying attention to the man who’d paid for my time. Setting aside selfishness, I refixed the mask I wore and focused on myjob. Pleasing my client.
“Of course I will.” I slid between the sheets, gathering Preston into my arms as he snuggled against me. He had me until eight the next morning, and I reminded myself to be whatever he needed in the hours ahead of us. Thankfully, my time with him included snuggling I expected some clients might not accept or even appreciate.
First came pillow talk, or rather a willing ear to simply listen.
I hadn’t known therapist was one of the titles I would wear as an escort. I’d expected to simply be eye candy. A hungry mouth for those who wanted to be sucked off. A hard dick they could impale themselves on. Possibly a greedy hole on the rare occasion a client wanted to top the silver fox daddy I’d been showcased as on Elite Escort MM’s website.
A man could hope…
Preston shared with me how he was deeply closeted thanks to his mother. His biological father had transitioned and went by the name of Nancy not long after their divorce when Preston had been a young teenager battling over his own sexual preferences. His mother refused to accept her ex’s identity and continued to drop homophobic bullshit years later. So, Preston chose to live a lie.
The fact he could afford EEMM ensured me the guy had cash to spare, but he struggled to find himself and create the life he dreamed of. Going through the motions meant depression he took medication for and a struggle to find happiness in all facets of life.
I related all too well, my empathy fully on board with wanting to give him an opportunity to forget and simplybe.
And fuck if those feelings didn’t sting like hell knowing I would once again be on the giving end.
“This was my first time hiring someone like you,” he said, still wrapped up in my arms. “I-I don’t mean that in a demeaning way—I don’t judge people for how they make money. There’s nothing wrong with being a sex worker. Shit. hope you understand what I’m trying to say.”
“I do,” I assured him, my body still while inner jitters made me want to finish out my hours so I could escape the conflicting emotions Preston roused inside me.
“You won’t…talk about this with anyone, will you?” he asked. “I signed the NDA, but that applies to you too, right?”
“That’s correct.”
Preston pulled back to study my face. “And you don’t bullshit about clients with the other escorts? Like, you all don’t go out for drinks and share stories about the guys desperate enough to dish out major bucks to get dick in secret?”
“You’re safe with me—and Elite. Promise.” And he was. Confidentiality for all parties was one of EEMM’s top requirements. My boss demanded it, ensured a mere word of information leaked would see our employment contract torn to pieces and asses sued.
Preston released a huge sigh. “Good. The last thing I need is that asshole finding out I’m gay and tell my mom.”
“What asshole?” I asked, pushing some of his thick hair off his forehead since he was touch starved and blossomed beneath my hands.
He smiled, his eyelids once more falling shut at the caress.
I kept up with the soft touches over his smooth skin, moving forward according to his sighs and shifts.
“My stepbrother—he’s an Elite.”
I paused in my exploration of his happy trail and slender dick once more dripping for attention. “What?”
“Nothing.” He huffed a laugh, his cheeks flushing. “Forget it—never mind. Just keep…touching me like that.”
Well, shit.
I didn’t know any other of the escorts employed by EEMM except for one, my friend who’d gotten me the job, and his parents were still happily married.
While I wanted to ask Preston about his stepbrother, I knew it was safer for both of us if I dropped the conversation for good.
I slid down the front of his body and set to work emptying his balls a second time. Working for Elite offered me the kind of money I needed, and I wasn’t about to allow a client’s family, his past, or my own desires fuck up a good thing when others relied on me to pay their bills.
Settling between Preston’s spread thighs, I earned every penny.
And he thanked me again with a smile on his face before falling asleep with his cheek against my aching chest.
