Page 27 of Their Courtesan
Judith brushed her hand against his. “I haven’t modeled in a long time, and I’ve never modeled for an artist like you before.” She touched him again, this time on the wrist, a tried and true erogenous zone.Get hard. Fuck me.A woman had to put that out into the universe to make it come true.
Five-hundred dollars was easy money for an afternoon of lying on her bed, which was where Seth sent her, dress still on. Apparently he wasn’t eager for her to rip them off. If Judith could get more money out of him, hey, good for her!
“You’ve modeled before?” Seth repositioned his easel at least ten times, attempting to find the perfect spot to catch the light on his model’s body. “Fashion? Like magazines?”
Men were so utterly hopeless.Fashion like magazines, huh?Judith didn’t concern herself with designer fashion, although she stocked whatever clients gave her and what looked nice because it was necessary for her job. She only knew the names Givenchy and Donatello because shehadto.
“Not quite.” Judith kicked off her flats and drew her legs up on her bed. With her head propped up on her arm, she regarded the artist taking out his supplies with mild curiosity. “Unless you used to subscribe to Hustler, you’ve probably never seen my pictures.”
To his credit, Seth remained unfazed. “Depends on how long ago it was.”
Laughing, Judith rested her head on the bed and kicked one leg up behind her. “What was it… must’ve been ten years ago, almost. Like I said, it’s been a while.”
Seth went to the window and fiddled with the lace curtains, letting in more light, then forcing it back again before finally deciding it was acceptable. He returned to his easel, canvas now ready, and picked up a large, sharpened pencil.Here we go.“You’ve been doing this for a while, huh?”
“What do you mean… this?”
Always telling how a man responded to something like that. Were they assholes? Dirtbags? Well-meaning fuckheads? Were they going to rescue her from sex work? Use her until she died? “Adult work, I suppose.”
“We call it sex work, although there are different levels of it.”
“Wasn’t sure I was actually allowed to say that here. Everything is so coded and subtle…”
“Legalities.”
“I figured.”
They were silent for a minute, Judith trying to remain still but finally relaxing against her own bed. “Yes, I’ve been doing this since I was eighteen, pretty much.”
Seth glanced between her and his canvas, pencil lead softly scraping. “Tell me about it.”
Judith laughed. “Why? You don’t care about my career as a professional seductress.”
“You don’t have to share those kinds of details. Tell me things most people don’t hear about. Tell me the boring behind the scene things.”
“Why?”
“Because we’re going to be together for two hours, and I like to get to know my models. Helps bring life to the portrait.”
“Hmm.” Judith kicked both legs up. “All right. Where do I begin?”
She started from the beginning. Over the next half hour, Judith regaled him with the truncated story of her life. How she tried going to community college after high school but was bored and boundless. She started paying her tuition with sexy photoshoots she saw advertised in a magazine. She only had to show a little skin.I liked it. Most scandal I enjoyed in a good long while.Someone suggested she work at an erotic restaurant where the women were topless. With breasts like hers? Tips poured like the beer from her pitchers. Then she started working weekends at a neighboring strip club. Her first brush with full-service sex work was when things got heated during a private lap dance. One minute she was doing her thing to the Yin-Yang Twins playing on the speakers, and the next the good-looking businessman asked her how much for the full ride.
She never had a pimp. Monica was the closest to such a thing, although pleasure houses were a different beast from internet-based or street work. While Monica did most of the grunt work to bring clients in, Judith was mostly paying for the privilege to work there. She also had to follow the rules, but the rules were worth following when she could make thousands of dollars in a night.
Between the strip club and the Château, though, there was doing side work online. Camming, mostly, although she took clients through Craigslist for a while. She didn’t get into the BDSM stuff until a fellow worker asked if she wanted to try for an opening at a dungeon. Judith had finally found a new home to express some of her darker tendencies. Whippin’ and chainin’ and callin’ men filth? Sign her up! The money was awesome!
After a few years she made it to the big show at The Dark Hour, which Seth had heard of. “I used to do shows there, sometimes with the same partners, other times with volunteers from the audience.” Judith tugged her skirt up her thighs, hoping to catch Seth’s attention. He looked at her skin, but then returned to his canvas. By now he had put on a pair of spectacles that made him look like a learned professor.Teach me something.“It was there I met Monica. She poached me, although sometimes I do exhibitions in exchange for free advertisement up here.” She might have to do that again soon if no patrons were forthcoming.
“You like this work? I mean, pardon me…”
“Yes, I do.” Better to answer him plainly than ignore him. Lots of men asked her if she “liked hooking,” or whatever they wanted to call it. “I’m good at it. I enjoy it, mostly. I make way more money doing this than if I tried going back to civilian life.” She rolled over, hair covering half her face. “Even if I retired, I’d still do it on the side. I get a thrill from seducing men, Dr. Christens.”
He didn’t correct her. Must’ve been the purr in her voice.
Judith lifted one leg in the air, giving him a brief view of her thong.Remember how I blew you? Remember how good I felt on your cock? If that was for free, imagine how good I am when you’re paying me. I’m the best. You see this pussy? You could put whatever you want in there. I like you, Seth Christens. I’ll charge you extra to go bareback, but I’d let you have the honor in the first place. Because it is an honor. Not any man gets to stick it in like that. Only the special ones.”She glanced at her bowl of condoms on the nightstand. Seth glanced at it too.
“You putting that in your drawing?”
