Page 2 of Beneath Submission
~One~
The Beginning
“Tessa, we need to go. The last thing you want is to be late. Mr. Milford doesn’t applaud being late. For every minute you’re late, it costs me $500.” I heard Mr. Colin shout outside my bedroom door.
I hated hearing the anger in his voice. Not because it was so loud, but because I knew his unhappiness with me would end up on my backside. Grabbing my tiny purse, which only had a few items inside, one being my prepaid cell phone, I opened the door to be greeted by an annoyed Mr. Colin. When he took hold of my arm, I knew that his grip would surely leave a mark just as it had every other time I was running behind to meet one of his clients.
I never really cared for Mr. Milford. He was an older man with a big protruding stomach and a fat, bald head to match. Sometimes I wondered how often he shaved. His face always bore a good three day’s growth. When he would rub up against my cheek it felt like sandpaper, and I swore I could smell the scent of mothballs on his person. My guess was that it came from the clothes he wore; never once did they match. Mr. Colin said it wasn’t my place to criticize how a client looked or smelled. As long as I did what I was told, it would be well worth the reward. I remembered several times almost passing out because of the smell. It only took one time for me to learn how to hold my breath. When Mr. Colin got wind of what happened, he made it very clear what would happen to me if I ever disrespected one of his higher paying clients again.
As he led me down the stairs, Mr. Colin’s grip got a little tighter on my arm. The way he was pulling at my arm, I thought for sure that I was going to fall given the four-inch heels I was wearing. Mr. Colin said it was very important to look professional when meeting a client. The last thing that he wanted was for me to look like a cheap prostitute. That was why I always wore the most expensive dresses and heels to match. Today, he had chosen a pink lacy dress with no room to wear a bra. Most of my dresses were that way. Other than the dress, the only item of clothing I had on was the matching garter and thong accompanied by silk stockings.
As we got inside the car, I could feel my body begin to tense. It was always the same thing every time we left the house. I thought for sure that it would have gotten easier, but even after the twentieth time, I still tensed up. It was always worse when Mr. Milford requested my services. I guess it was because I knew what would be waiting for me once I was alone with him. He was never gentle, sometimes downright callous, when he had his way with me. I learned long ago to do as he asked to avoid what he felt was appropriate punishment for my defiant behavior.
Mr. Milford always requested to be met at the Montage near Laguna Beach. It didn’t matter that it was over an hour away. It wasn’t like he would be taking advantage of the amenities that the hotel had to offer, which included the beachside pool. He always made sure to reserve the Catalina Suite, which had two bedrooms. Mr. Milford thought it was best that I spent the night, but always in a separate bed. There was no arguing on my part. It was bad enough that I had to service him, and the thought of sleeping with him with his soft, flabby body pressed to mine made my stomach turn.
As we pulled up to the hotel, the valet stepped over to the car and opened the back door where Mr. Colin and I were seated. Simon, Mr. Colin’s right-hand man, was seated behind the wheel and kept his eyes straight ahead.
With an overly friendly smile, the valet said, “Welcome to the Montage. Do you have any luggage that you need assistance with?”
“The lady has a small bag in the trunk,” Mr. Colin stated arrogantly, as though the valet should have known that.
Heading inside the hotel, the cool air of the lobby hit us, and the sweet scent of roses filled the air, coming from the beautiful flower arrangements placed throughout the area. I wasn’t sure what it was about this place, but I always loved coming here. It was the reason behind the visit that always made me cringe. Walking towards the row of elevators, we waited for one to arrive. Colin didn’t need to check in with the front desk to know which room Mr. Milford would be staying in. I, too, knew where he would be, waiting, clutching his glass of whiskey on the rocks like it was the Holy Grail. My only wish was that he would have had several before we arrived, making my time with him short and less painful. It would certainly give me more time to myself when he passed out on the bed.
Reaching the upper floor where most of the suites were located, Mr. Colin ushered me off the elevator and guided me down the long hallway, placing his hand firmly on my lower back. I was beginning to hate the way he treated me, pushing me along like I was nothing more than an insignificant being with no feelings whatsoever. I knew that if I said anything to show my disapproval, it would only make him angry and end up badly for me.
It wasn’t long before we were standing in front of the Catalina Suite, which was embossed on a gold plaque tastefully displayed on the cherry wood door. Knocking lightly, I knew that Mr. Milford was inside by the way he hacked and coughed on the other side. When the door flew open, a very unpleasant smell escaped the room, which caused me to raise my hand to cover my mouth and nose. Never had I smelled anything so rancid. Gaining some composure, I lifted my head and saw that Mr. Milford looked like he was on his death bed. His eyes were glazed over and his nose was as red as a fire truck. There was a reason for his hacking and coughing. He was sick, and by the looks of him, there was no way I could do anything that he requested.
Mr. Colin, at least, was smart enough to see that Milford was indeed ill and he was unwilling to take the chance of me getting whatever he had going on. Taking a step back, Mr. Colin covered his mouth and said frankly, “I think it is best that we reschedule this meeting. It appears that you are a little under the weather and as healthy as Tessa is, I can’t chance her catching whatever you have.
“I’ve paid you good money for her services and I’ll be damned if I don’t get what I paid for.”
My eyes shot open at the audacity of this man and the ill-regard for others. There was no way in hell I was going to let this man touch me. Before I could speak my mind, a younger man walked up to the door. He couldn’t have been any older than me, and even though he was kind of cute, he wasn’t part of the arrangement. Watching him scan my body up and down, I was certain that Mr. Milford had something else in mind.
“I would like to introduce you to my son, Trent,” he said excitedly in between sniffles.
“You were right, Father, she is absolutely gorgeous,” Trent confessed, showcasing a mischievous grin.
“What is this about?” Mr. Colin asked sternly.
“I don’t think it should really matter. I have already paid for Tessa’s service and it shouldn’t matter what it entails,” Mr. Milford responded.
I had a pretty good idea what he was thinking, and I really didn’t want any part of it. What surprised me more was the fact that Mr. Colin finally stood up to him and did the right thing by refusing to allow Mr. Milford to follow through with his agenda.
“That was not the arrangement. I will send you a full refund. If your son would like to obtain Tessa’s services, then he will need to go through the initial interview process just as you did.”
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Before we left the hotel there were several words exchanged between Mr. Colin and Mr. Milford. Although Trent didn’t voice his opinion, I could tell that he was not happy with Mr. Colin’s decision. The best part about the whole ordeal was that Mr. Milford swore he would rather jack off than obtain my services. On the flipside, even though it wasn’t my fault, I had a feeling that I would be paying for it one way or another.
Pulling up to the house, I could feel the coldness begin to set in as we got out of the car. I never knew what to expect from Mr. Colin, but one thing was for sure, I knew exactly when he was unhappy, and as of right now, he was more than that. It was as clear as day as he ordered, “Go to your room, Tessa, and wait until I come to get you.”
I was about to ask why, but when he looked at me with his searing dark eyes, my instinct kicked in and I did what I was told. There was only one reason that I would be sent to my room in that manner and that was to await my punishment.
