Page 37 of The Arrangement

I slowly came to, immediately dropping her hair, worried that I had pulled too hard.

"Fuck," I exclaimed and moved back to lean against the wall. Clark was on her feet and making her way to the washroom while I reacquainted myself with this plane of existence.

"Was it good for you?" I heard as I felt a hand towel hit my chest; grinning, I caught the towel before it hit the floor and carefully wiped off any evidence of the very thorough blowjob.

"Jesus, Clark, you sucked the soul from my body," I admitted, pulling off my mask and tossing it next to my boxers in the corner.

I rolled my shoulder; what began with a twinge began to bloom into an all-encompassing ache. I knew I’d lifted too heavy yesterday and hadn’t warmed up enough.

She came out from the bathroom, her chest wiped clean, and her smile melted as she caught the obviously uncomfortable look on my face.

"Shoulder again?" Georgia asked, tossing a hand towel into the basket and pulling on her thick sweatpants from her bag.

I hummed in confirmation but quickly shook it off, trying to act professional, and grabbed my discarded briefs and pulled a shirt over my head.

"Yeah, so I'll send you the link to the video before I post it. I'll be posting very PG teasers on the socials and running some ads. You cool with that?" I was sinking back into business mode with post-nut clarity kicking in and having me run through the keywords I could use to reach new potential viewers: bangs, natural breasts, freckles. She did have a lot of freckles and it was slightly adorable. For my viewers,I mean; I thought they would appreciate her girl-next-door appeal.

"Yeah, I definitely am." She was eyeing me carefully as I began putting away the equipment. The way she darted out of here the first time, I really thought she would be eager to leave. "Can I help? With the shoulder, I mean?"

I paused, placing the SD cards into a case so I could keep them organized before editing. "I can pop an ibuprofen; I'll be fine, Clark." I smiled but was holding back on rotating the joint again, just to get it to loosen up a bit.

Clark blushed, nodding, and started to put her things in her bag before she paused and said, "I have lidocaine; it's extra strength. My grandmother used it a lot, and I still have some. It really helps with sore muscles. I used it a lot when I pulled a muscle a few months ago."

The throbbing began to run up the base of my neck, which I was sure would become a killer migraine if I didn't treat it soon; I carried all of my tension in my shoulders, my physical therapist had told me. I must have paused for a moment because Clark seemed to take it as a sign.

"Cool, I'll be right back."

I opened my mouth to argue, but she was quick, out my door in bare feet and smeared lipstick before I could get a word in edgewise. My bedside drawer always had over-the-counter painkillers available since this was a usual occurrence, so I popped two and followed up with a water bottle. The little dick-sucking aficionado didn't even bother to knock this time, just waltzing in with a tube of apparent lidocaine in her hand.

"Take off your shirt," she instructed while twisting the cap off the tube.

I scoffed, "Wow, should I put the cameras back up?" I winked as I threw my shirt off while Clark only rolled her eyes as she rubbed a good amount of the gel into her hands to warm it up. Considerate.

"I can put it on myself," I argued, even knowing that the pain radiated far beyond my flexibility. Georgia pretended she didn't hear meand climbed on my bed, gesturing for me to lie down. I froze for a moment, my heart skipping at her request.

Clark shook her head. "I literally just had your dick in my mouth. I promise I won't get handsy." I couldn't stop a soft laugh from nervously breaking free as I did as she requested.

"Damn, Clark, you speak to your grandmother with that mouth?" It was silent as I lay down on my stomach, arms above my head underneath my pillow. It was hard not to tense up at the first soft touch of her hands on my shoulder. Swallowing hard, I decided talking was the best way to not have an erection right now. "How is your grandmother anyway?"

Clark was quiet above me for a moment, her fingers kneading gently into my shoulder before moving down my back to my rhomboid muscles. The smell of medicated ointment filled the room with a minty scent, and I felt it melting into my skin as she massaged it in.

"She was diagnosed with dementia. I did what I could for her here, but one night, I found the front door open. She had wandered outside and didn't remember a thing in the morning." Silence fell again, not awkward but mildly comfortable. "I pay for her care, and it's expensive."

"Sorry to hear that," I whispered genuinely, nearly moaning as she palpated a tender spot near my rotator cuff.Shit, so that was why she had been working so much.

"What about your family?" countered Clark, her voice soft and melodic as she worked. She moved to the back of my neck now, and I could've died right then and there as her fingers began loosening the knots that had built up over time from stress.

"My dad was a con man, ditched my mother, sister, and me. Charles is my grandfather," I hissed a bit as she pressed her knuckles into a knot, holding it for a moment before it evaporated under her touch. "He's a piece of shit, to be honest. Just another rich guy doing rich guy shit."

She seemed to consider my revelation as she moved back to my shoulder, still rubbing the ointment into the muscles, not probing but simply working it into my skin. God, it felt so good to be touched likethis, with no promises of anything, no cameras or faking moans while I jacked off when, realistically, I was thinking about what I was doing for dinner that night and not on the thousands of viewers watching me.

"Why do you work for him then?" she asked softly, not judgmental but merely curious. I considered what to tell her. Here she was, sitting on my bed and rubbing ointment into my bad shoulder after she had just given me a mind-blowing orgasm. Clark could handle the truth; if anything, she was one of the ones I could trust. I mean, we even had paperwork on it.

Though, in the back of my mind I knew that I had come to trust her without the paperwork involved. I wasn't sure when that had happened.

Clearing my throat, I replied with the truth. "Charles raised my sister and me after our mom died, paid our way into Perrington, my college, and basic expenses. He has made it very clear that I was a financial investment and nothing more and that he expects a return on said investment. I work at his company and help with account management and real estate details for the agents. The salary there pays for the money I owe him for my college years." I paused; the soothing circles she was rubbing into my back were making me feel pliant. "So this gig gives me the income to invest in and save for my future, a future I don't want him in. And I made enough that I made an account for my sister, which I'll give her when she turns eighteen. She'll never have to deal with him again."

A hush fell over us again and even with me spilling the family secrets, I didn't feel anxious about it. My eyes were drooping, and I was fighting the seductive whisper of sleep; I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this relaxed. Just as my eyes drooped, I felt her move off the bed and pad into the washroom to rinse her hands. The space she vacated felt cold and empty, and I struggled to raise myself when sleep threatened to pull me down.

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