Page 26 of Their Courtesan
“I hate you both right now.” Holly sniffed. “Grace with her attentive patron and Judith with her hung son of Grace Kelly. I don’t even have a patron yet!”
Because men love fucking you, but your personality scares them away once they’ve come.Holly was good at enticing men with her fake laughs and tit jiggles, but they quickly tired of her whiny tone and pouting. She would be great for a man who wanted to take care of a permanent teenager and fulfill some sick fantasy like that, but finding one was a challenge two months in the making.Now I get to do it.“Don’t worry. My patron skipped off to the UAE. I’ve got to find a new one.”
“Really? That’s rough. You’re the first girl to lose a patron since…”
Grace stopped. Judith didn’t continue. Even Holly knew better than to say anything.Since Sylvia.A woman whose bad experiences haunted the Château. Last Judith heard, she was getting arrested for soliciting all the way out in Portland.How the mighty fall.No sense thinking about those unpleasant things.
“We’ll be hunting a patron together. What a great rivalry I need.” Holly finally started to eat, crumbs falling from the corner of her mouth and getting all over her baggy green sweater. “How am I supposed to compete for men withJudith?At least they know who you are.”
“We’ll see.” Holly was younger, more nubile, andnew.Men liked new, especially when it came to women like them.I give Seth two sessions before he’s chasing another woman to paint.It would be interesting in the meantime. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to finish getting ready.” For an appointment in four hours. Such was life at the Château.
Judith had a relatively simple beauty regimen. She tried to keep things as natural as possible, not only for minimum upkeep, but to keep her options open as she grew older and… aged.If men see me look like this now, they’ll accept me better ten years from now.Most women wanted out of her line of her work by 35 at the latest. Honestly? Judith had no idea what she would do otherwise. If she wasn’t making money from having sex in some capacity… fuck, what was thepoint?This was a woman who got her start stripping, then curating a client base, then doing side-jobs in porn, then camming when that became easier with computers… by the time she was working at a high-profile place like The Dark Hour, she already had a great income. The Château was the biggest league she could hope for, outside of trophy wife. Except trophy wives weren’t supposed to have sex with more than one man. That was a travesty, and made Judith turn down more than one proposal in her life.That poor Grecian billionaire. Still crying into his Egyptian cotton pillowcase because I said no.She barely remembered him, anyway. Mediocre in every way, minus his bank account.
Some women were more than content with that. Judith needed more.
She washed and moisturized her face before doing a quick BO check. Passable. She would have to take a quick shower before the party that night, but some deodorant would be fine for Mr. Doctor Artist.What is his deal?Judith rolled on the deodorant and checked her pores.
Minimal makeup was necessary. She would put on more for the party, where the guys wanted to see dolls as they got trashed on expensive alcohol and buried their faces in tits and ass.I’ll need more deodorant than what I have on.Judith got up from her vanity and perused her closet for something easy to wear. Not a hard choice. She basically had one style: the little black dress. Sometimes in other dark colors. Never pastels.
Even so, she wore a flirty cotton ensemble for her artist. Judith assumed this would be nude modeling, so the clothes were a mere formality until he told her to take them off.Wonder if he’ll want another blowjob.She picked up a glittery gold notebook she tracked her clients in. All in code, of course. If the police finally decided to take this place down one day –Yeah, right– she didn’t want something conspicuous to get used as evidence that she was a dirty, rotten girl.
She wrote Seth’s initials at the top alongside the date.Modeling - $500was written in full. Judith left a few lines blank in case she had other services to track. A part of her didn’t think so, but the manhadtaken her freebie…
She had finished him off for free. Judith King never did that.
It was the heat of the moment.Even a pro like her could be swayed by her own desires. She had been so into that man that she didn’t think twice about letting him finish in her mouth. Sure, being paid for it would have been a nice bonus… but it wasn’t always about the money.
Only 90% of the time.
***
“Dr. Christens is here.” It was Chelsea, the closest thing Judith had to a friend outside of Monica. “Were you supposed to go down and meet him? He’s brought… well, he’s brought half a studio with him.”
I bet.“Send him up. Tell him I’m waiting.” Judith returned to her furniture rearranging. Not that she knew shit about setting things up to best catch the sun’s rays coming through her window. She figured Seth would change everything around anyway.
“All right. I don’t know what you two are going to be up to, but it looks interesting.”
Chelsea left Judith’s bedroom door open. Judith popped into the bathroom as quickly as possible, and was surprised to find Seth already poking his nose in when she reemerged.
“Good afternoon.” She flashed her warmest smile as she went to him.That’s not half a studio.Maybe a 20thof one. All Seth had with him was an easel, a small canvas, and a large briefcase of supplies. The man himself was dressed in another cashmere sweater – this one a dark, rustic brown that brought out the depth of his amber eyes and the chestnut that was his hair – and black slacks that were more comfort than style for someone of his income level. Judith didn’t mind. Her clients could come in wearing overalls and grease stains if they could pay up.I once dated a mechanic. Whatever.“Do you need help?”
He was caught staring at her from the doorway. Judith was used to men staring at her. She was tall, strawberry blond, and knew her worth to the point she was more intimidating than their own mothers.Thenthey wanted to fuck her.
“No, I’m fine.” Seth lumbered in, taking the view of her room. “You have a sophisticated aesthetic, Judith.”
“Thank you.” These old things? They were from a pile of donated antique furniture, and the only ones that didn’t make her gag when she rummaged through them. Some pieces she acquired on her own, others were gifts from clients, and the 16thcentury ottoman in the corner… that was from Mitch, the fucker.
“If you don’t mind, I would like to set up right here.” Her client gestured to an empty spot on the side of the room, right in front of the bathroom. “I’m glad to see your room faces west. Excellent sunlight at this time of day.”
Judith took the easel in her hands. He looked at her as if she had grabbed his dick.Right. Artists and their toys. I mean implements.
“Sorry.”
“No. It’s fine. It’s a travel easel.”
“Right. Your nice one is at home.”
His nose twitched. “Actually, yes.”
