Page 38 of Their Courtesan
“The Mills are wealthy.”
“I get a choice in it, of course.”
Monica pursed her lips. “Of course.” That was one stipulation the women around there had when it came to clients, let alone patronage: they could refuse anyone, no questions asked. But Monica was a businesswoman first and foremost. She only saw the numbers. When a girl said, “No, I don’t think so,” to a man with a lot of money to spend on her, Monica wanted a damn good reason. Unfortunately, by now she knew Judith well enough to know the head-girl would take on about any man who walked through the door,especiallyif he was loaded in more ways than one.This is what I get for openly being a sinner.On the opposite end of the spectrum was Yvette, who rarely had sex aside from her patron. No one had been able to figure out what her deal was, and God knew Judith didn’t understand it. Didn’t she get into this gig because she liked having sex with various people? Sheesh.
“Speaking of this whole debacle…” Judith warmly thought of the man who had visited her Saturday night. Yesterday morning, when Miguel left her room, she couldn’t wait to slip him a card announcing her upcoming bid war.Please, for the love of Aphrodite, buy my body you stud.Now that was a man worthy of calling himself Judith’s patron. “I think I may have a lead with that guy Miguel Bolivar.”
Monica perked up. “Do tell. I was pleased when he was taken enough to request you the second time around. I take it he found you… satisfactory to his needs?”
Judith scoffed. “If you mean I was able to take that big dick of his, yeah.”
The madam was not the type of woman to blush at that frank talk. “I figured you were the best for that job. The man looked like he had an elephant trunk packed in there, so even I wasn’t absolutely sure…”
“Honestly, any bigger and I may have had a problem. Nothing I couldn’t handle, though.” Judith grinned. “Always easier the second time around!”
“Good to hear.” Monica wrote something down on a scrap piece of paper. “How certain are you of him?”
“Not 100% sure, but sure enough. We get along well.”
“You don’t think he would be a problem regarding your job?”
“No way. I already told him about that. Besides, this guy seems like the type who goes to alotof pleasure houses. He knows how it works. I’m not his girlfriend.”
“Good. I’ll make sure he’s sent a notice, as well as any local clients you’ve had so far this year.”
“Don’t send an announcement to Kevin Jefferson. I didn’t like that guy atall.Not enough to let him be my patron, anyway.” Judith had a limit to the amount of verbal abuse she could take on the job. The one night she had with millionaire Kevin Jefferson was enough to make her need a shower. Who knew what he would think he was entitled to if he were her patron?
“Understood. Although, you know…” Monica tapped her pen against her lips. “It wouldn’t be bad if that doctor became your patron. Rather handy, really, considering the odd things he’s asking to use you for.”
Judith didn’t grimace, but she also wasn’t enamored with the idea of Seth becoming her patron.We had fun, but he doesn’t seem the type to understand I’m not his girlfriend.Artists. “I like him. He’s nice. Don’t think he would go for it, though. He’s conscious of how much money he spends, unlike Mr. Bolivar.”
“Indeed. Besides, he’s probably not asking for enough sexual favors for your liking.”
You might be surprised.“Guess you haven’t seen my last receipt, then. Let’s say I milked him of some money and then some.”
Monica snatched a paper from another stack behind her. After perusing it for a bit, she said, “Only intercourse? Nothing else?”
“Trust me, if you were there, you’d understand. He caught me by surprise.” Judith’s grin assuaged all worries that the event was malicious. “He ain’t a bad lover, either.”
“Did that surprise you more than him wanting to fuck you?”
“Kinda.”
“Justintercourse, though? Nothing leading up to that?”
Judith cleared her throat.
“Please don’t tell me you’re handing out free fellatio again.”
“What do you meanagain?”
Monica’s visage went from humorous to serious in less than three seconds. “I know you handed out head candy like it was, well,candyto every man who came your way when we opened.”
“Yes, and you chewed my ass out for it.”
“You bet your ass I did.”
“Who had the most clients out the gate, though? Hm? Me. So what if I gave the doctor a free blower? He came back for the main course, as I planned. I’ll charge him for all future blows, don’t worry.”
