Sex Coach by M. S. Parker
“Thank you,” I said. “I hadn't know it could be like this .”
He turned his head to look at me .
“My former fiancé, Ronald, he was the only person I'd ever slept with, and it was nice, but never like this.” I wanted to reach out and touch Cade, take my time and explore those muscles with my fingers and my mouth. I glanced down at where his cock lay against his thigh, spent. And there was something else I wanted in my mouth .
Cade smiled at me and stroked my hair, gazing into my eyes. Then he blinked and the moment was over. He sat up and climbed off of the bed, pulling off the condom and tossed it into a nearby trashcan. “Do you want to use the shower first or would you prefer just to get dressed and shower back your own place ?”
I wasn’t sure what to say; I was surprised at the abrupt end to the evening. Then again, I could understand him wanting to make sure I wasn't angling to spend the night. Sure, he'd initiated things, but there hadn't been any commitments made. A line needed to be drawn, and this was it. I understood .
“I'll clean up a bit, but I'll wait to shower until I get home.” As I stood, I was surprised by the ache between my legs. Cade hadn't even been close to rough, but I'd be feeling him for the rest of the weekend. The thought made me smile as I picked up my clothes and walked into the bathroom .
By the time I came out, Cade was dressed as well. That surprised me. I'd thought he'd shower and stay here, leaving me to get home on my own. Instead, without a word of explanation, he put his hand on the small of my back and went with me down to the lobby and then outside where he hailed me a cab .
He opened the door, but grabbed my hand before I could get inside. “Until next time.” He gave me a dazzling smile and squeezed my hand .
Our gaze held for a moment and then I climbed into the cab and he closed the door behind me. I watched him walk back toward the hotel doors, admiring the view until he disappeared from sight. Then, as the cabbie drove me home, I pulled out my phone. It was midnight, but I knew Adelle would want to hear how my date went. Plus, I wanted details on how she knew him and what she thought about me seeing him again .
The call went straight to voicemail and I scowled. I should've known. It was a Saturday night. If Adelle's phone was off, it meant she was busy. I'd have to wait until morning .
At least I knew I'd sleep well tonight. My body was in that relaxed, boneless state that only occurred after a toe-curling orgasm. I smiled, I least that’s what I’d always heard. Tonight I got to experience it. Maybe I'd be lucky and the events of the night would make an appearance in my dreams. I could do with reliving that .
Nine
H is hands were on my breasts as I rode him, his fingers rolling and pulling on my nipples until I had to beg him to stop. But he didn't and I found that the pain and pleasure mixed, building into an orgasm that would make me scream ...
A shrill tone cut through my dream before I could reach the end. I swore silently as I reached out and grabbed the phone. I squinted at the clock as I answered, ready to cuss out whoever had just woke me up at seven-thirty on a Sunday morning .
“How was it ?”
I sighed. I couldn't get mad at Adelle. Plus, I'd asked her to call. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes .
“Come on, Bree, spill .”
“It was amazing,” I admitted, giggling like a school girl. “At first, I wasn't so sure, because he was kind of being a douche, ordering for me and stuff, but once we got to talking, we hit it off .”
“I knew it .”
As my brain fully woke, I remembered what should have been the first thing I'd said to her. “Adelle, did you know he was my mystery man ?”
There was a pause and then a gasp. “The one from the bar with Steven? No fucking way !”
She wasn't pretending. She really hadn't known .
“I guess that means I don't have to ask if you thought he was hot,” she teased .
“No, you don't,” I said. I closed my eyes, remembering. “Shit, Adelle, he was even more gorgeous than I'd realized. That body... it just all seemed too good to be true. A random meeting and then an even more random second meeting. The fact that we actually ended up liking each other... it's like fate .”
“And the sex ?”
“It was fantastic.” I paused, and then asked, “Wait a minute, how do you know we had sex?” Had I been that obviously desperate that she assumed I'd fuck whatever hot guy she sent my way ?
“Come on, Bree. How do you think?” She laughed. “A great fuck was the entire reason I wanted you to date my guy in the first place. When you want something done right, hire a pro. Cade's a gigolo, Bree. A professional escort and lover. A damn expensive one, but worth every penny. Consider it an early Christmas gift. Surprise !”
Ten
Cade Shepard
I grimaced as I pulled off the used condom and tossed it into the trashcan next to the massive king-sized bed where a curvy blond was currently sprawled. She was still coming down from the last orgasm I'd given her, her massive breasts heaving with every deep breath she took .
I looked away as I shoved a foot through the leg of my briefs, being careful to not look like I’m bolting from the room even though that’s exactly my plan. It was always best to be up and getting dressed before the woman got the mistaken idea that I was going to stick around and cuddle. I didn't do that, not even when they begged for 'extra time .'
Most people assumed that someone in my line of work would do anything for money. That wasn't the case with me. I didn't really care what people think. If they weren’t in my line of business, they’d never really understand what I did .
I offered a service to the lonely and rejected women who thought they weren't good enough, the neglected ones whose husbands or boyfriends either didn't care enough or were unable to fulfill their needs. And I didn't just mean a good fuck. Any man who gave a damn could get a woman off. Me, I did more than that. I showed them how to enjoy sex in ways they'd never dreamed possible. I taught them to surrender their thoughts, their beliefs and judgments… and just feel .
Some women came to me because they had insatiable appetites for sex and thought they wanted someone to basically fuck them senseless. I knew better. There’s always an underlying need underneath the bravado and I had an innate talent for knowing what a woman needed. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well .
Not that I got all touchy-feeling. I don’t do emotion. I don’t believe in that shit. Sure, there's the basics of happiness, sadness, anger… but when it came to the whole notion of romance and love, that's where I drew the line. Romance was fine if it led to sex, but the idea of love was a joke. I'd learned that years ago .
In the almost ten years I'd been doing this, I'd had plenty of women tell me that they were falling in love with me. That was always where it ended. I didn't mind repeat dates, but I didn't need the headache of someone thinking this was anything more than a mutually agreeable transaction. Sure, it was a transaction I enjoyed, but that's all it ever was .
I felt the blonde’s eyes on me as I buttoned my pants and then picked up my shirt. I had a bad feeling I was going to need to have that talk with this one. I'd seen Stella three times before, including once when I'd gone with her to the opening of an art museum. We'd fucked in the bathroom there because she’d wanted something daring. Tonight, she'd brought me back to her place instead of a hotel, and that was usually the first warning signal that a woman was going to try to get possessive .
Once I finished dressing, I picked up the cash from the bedside table and shoved it into the pocket of my perfectly-tailored suit pants. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” I said with a polite smile and a quick wink to soften the rejection. “Until next time .”
I left before she could ask if I wanted to spend the night. While annoying at times, having women wanting more of me just meant I was doing my job well. I grinned. Of course, the multiple orgasms generally told me the same thing. Nothing was as satisfying as hearing some high-society, well-
I flagged down a cab and climbed in the back, giving the cabbie the address of my loft. I never understood why everyone looked down on people like me. I was better at my job than most people were at their mundane office work or retail sales. Hell, I did more good for women with my cock than half the psychologists and medical doctors ever could with all their drugs and therapy and procedures. Why should someone pay a shrink for a pill when they could get a ten-inch dick and a man who knew how to use it? I was a teacher, date, counselor and fuck buddy all in one, and worth every damn penny .
Continues in Vol. 2. Turn the page to continue reading .
Casual Encounter Vol. 2
One
“C ome on, Bree. How do you think? A great fuck was the entire reason I wanted you to date my guy in the first place. When you want something done right, hire a pro. Cade's a gigolo, Bree. A professional escort and lover. A damn expensive one, but worth every penny. Consider it an early Christmas gift. Surprise !”
My best friend's words still echoed in my mind even though I'd hung up on her more than a minute ago. I kept expecting anger to come to my rescue, to break me from this catatonic state. It might come later, but at the moment, I was numb. I sank back against my pillows and stared at my phone. It vibrated and began to ring. I didn't even have to look at the screen to know it was Adelle. Even if it hadn't been her ringtone, I would've known it was her .
I turned off the ringer and watched as her call was sent to voicemail. The second time she called, the anger came. Couldn't she take a hint that I didn't want to talk to her? Tears stung my eyelids and I squeezed them shut. I didn't want to cry. I'd spent too much time crying after Ronald had left. I'd shed enough tears over one bastard. I wasn't about to shed anymore over the one Adelle had paid .
I pressed my hands to my face as a stab of hurt pierced through me. I should've known better than to get my hopes up. I knew I idealized Cade as my mysterious white knight, but even after I forced myself to admit he wasn't perfect, I at least thought he liked me .
Heat flooded my face as I remembered telling him that I wanted him. Anger followed embarrassment when I remembered him telling me it was obvious he wanted me too. I'd just been foolish enough to believe it meant he felt something other than lust. And now I learn it was his job to get hard, to say pretty words. There probably hadn’t been any lust there at all. I mean, I wasn't naïve. I knew it was more difficult for a man to fake arousal than a woman. A female prostitute could just lay there and make noises to convince her client that she wanted him. I wondered how Cade did it. Was it just the prospect of sex that got him hard? Did he cock respond to his commands like Pavlov’s dog? Or had he been running through some fantasy in his head ?
I suddenly felt sick. Who had he been thinking of when he was inside me? Had it been Adelle? And why had he pretended like that? If he'd treated it like some business transaction, I could've figured it out, stopped things from going too far. All he needed to do was make a single comment when he invited me back to his room for dessert. If he'd just said that the sex was already paid for, I would've been able to save myself a lot of pain and humiliation. I would've been embarrassed, but there was a huge difference between knowing I'd had dinner with a prostitute and knowing I'd fucked one .
My phone buzzed again and I was tempted to throw it across the room. Instead, I shoved it into my bedside drawer and crawled back under my covers. I pulled the blanket up over my head, closing myself off from the rest of the world .
When I'd been in seventh grade, my older brother had posted a picture of me on my locker at school. It hadn't been any picture though. It had been a picture of me modeling my mom's bra over my clothes, and it had been painfully obvious I'd never fill it out as much as she did. He'd gotten a detention from the teacher who'd found it, but by then, it had been too late. Every kid in the world had seen it, or so it seemed at the time .
My parents had grounded him for a month and made him apologize, but in my mind, my life had been over. I'd been convinced I'd never get over the embarrassment. For two days, I stayed in bed, my head under my covers, blocking out the world. I felt safe there, as if no one could hurt me. On the third day, my mom had forced me to come out and eat with the family. I'd gone to school the next day .
It was funny, I thought bitterly, how we grow up, but who we were as children never fully goes away. I hugged my knees to my chest and tried not to think about how much I hurt. What Cade had done had been bad enough, but he hadn't known me, and he'd just been doing his job. It hadn't been his fault that our first encounter had predisposed me to think of him a certain way .
I swore. Had Adelle set that up too? She'd sounded genuinely surprised when I said Cade was my rescuer, but she could've been acting. The idea that this entire thing had been a lie from moment one made it all the worse. It meant Adelle had no respect for me as a person or as a friend .
What she'd done had been so much worse than what Cade had done on many levels. Sure, she claimed she only had my best interests at heart, but what did it say about how she viewed me as a person—as a woman—if she thought I needed her to hire someone to go out with me, to sleep with me? How pathetic and stupid did she think I was? And she had to think I was both of those things because I couldn't think of any other reason that would've led her to believe I'd be okay with what she'd done .
Sunday went by far too slowly for me. Every fifteen to thirty minutes, Adelle would call. Every hour or so, I'd delete her voicemails without listening to them. I already knew what she said in every one. She apologized, but added something about how it was all for the best. She'd never admit she did anything wrong. I wasn't sure I wanted to forgive her even if she begged for forgiveness. I definitely wouldn’t if she pretended she'd done something as simple as scratching my car or throwing up in my purse – both of which she'd done on more than one occasion .
When I finally had to get up to go to the bathroom, I decided to move my pity party into the living room where I ate half a gallon of Rocky Road ice cream and watched chick flicks for hours on end. By the time I showered and went to bed that night, I didn't feel any better but I knew I could at least pretend to be okay when I went into work tomorrow. I was just glad I didn't work with Adelle or Cade. I hoped to never see either of them again .
Two
W hen my alarm went off on Monday morning, I didn't want to get up. I already knew how tough it was to slog through a day when I was emotionally devastated. It was strange how something like this could compare to being stood up at the altar. Most people would assume that having your fiancée run off with the wedding coordinator would be worse than finding out your best friend paid the man of your dreams to have sex with you, but it actually wasn't. I thought I loved Ronald, but in hindsight I could see all the ways we hadn't fit together. And this wasn't about Cade. He hadn't been the one who'd truly betrayed me. Adelle and I had been through so much together that her actions were worse than what Ronald had done .
I sighed and slapped the top of my alarm clock. I'd gotten through the humiliation of being left at the altar and I'd get through this. I was a stronger person than a lot of people thought I was, and I would move on. The first step was getting back to my normal routine. That meant school .
I dressed simply and then forced myself to eat an apple for breakfast. The only thing I'd eaten the day before had been ice cream, so I needed to get some food with substance inside me. That and coffee. I decided to treat myself to my favorite premium roast at the little café down the street, which brightened my mood enough that I was able to manage friendly greetings to my colleagues as I walked into the school .
My fake smile faltered when I saw Mindy heading my way. I hadn't even thought about her and how she'd want to know all about the date that had turned out even more disastrous than the one she'd sent me on. Heat rose to my cheeks as I wondered how much Adelle had already shared. Did Mindy know about Cade being my rescuer? Did she know what else he did? My s
Gigolo. I winced at the word as humiliation washed over me and Cade's image flashed in my mind. That charming, cocky smile. His dark gray eyes. The way his blue-black curls had fallen carelessly across his forehead. Not exactly what I pictured when I thought of a male prostitute. He'd been authoritative, but never rude or cruel. He was comfortable with sex and his own body, but not crass. I supposed that's why he was a high-class escort .
I rubbed my temples. I could feel the start of a headache there .
“Bree!” Mindy's voice was cheerful .
I opened my eyes and reminded myself that her being a morning person and disgustingly chipper was not a valid motive for murder. I was already down one friend .
“So, how did it go?” She grinned at me and leaned against one of the front row desks .
I studied her for a moment and felt a stab of sadness that I didn't trust her completely. I forced a half-smile as I gave her a vague answer. “It went. Nothing worth talking about .”
“Really?” She looked disappointed. “The way Adelle was talking him up, I was fully expecting you to come in here with a post-orgasmic smile from ear to ear .”
I glanced at the door. “Not exactly school-appropriate talk .”
She shrugged. “Fair enough.” She straightened. “And there wasn't anything there between the two of you ?”
I looked down at my lesson plan book as if it contained something I needed. “Nope. Not a thing .”