Page 83 of Once a Month

“No, not me. I have my own room to get to,” she says. “She told me that it’s light-blue, like her eyes. I’m going to go find her now.”

I watch the other woman walk away toward the elevators, and I might just get my way.

“What’s light-blue?”

“Nothing,” she says. “Hi.” She takes a sip of her drink.

“We did this part already,” I reply, taking her hand. “Can we get out of here before they all get started?”

“Sure.”

“It’s just us tonight?” I ask when we arrive at the elevators.

She presses her card against the reader.

“Yes. Did you want–”

“No, I like it when it’s just us. Don’t get me wrong… I like it when we’re with other people, too. There’s just something about touching you while other people are doing the same thing that I find a turn-on.”

“Me too,” she says with a wicked smile as the elevator arrives.

“Oh, that’s the private one,” I tell her as I point, thinking she’s made some mistake.

“I know,” she tells me.

“That’s to the penthouse.”

“I know,” she repeats simply.

“You reserved the penthouse?”

I’m strangely honored. I have no idea how much a membership costs for this private club of sorts, but if I had to guess just based on what I get paid, it has to be a lot. Now, she’s also paying for the penthouse suite and whatever else is up there on top of it. I decide to take this as a compliment and get into the elevator with her.

“I did.” She pulls me against her.

My hands wrap around her first. I pull her in for a kiss and move my hand under her dress as my tongue seeks out hers. I decide to move in a little closer, expecting to find a lacy thong I can toy with until we can get into the room.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I say, feeling instantly turned on.

“No,” she says confidently.

“Fuck,” I say and push her against the elevator wall just as it dings to tell me we’ve arrived.

I don’t care. We can go back down to the lobby and return up here again. The doors could open, everyone downstairs could watch me touching her, and I wouldn’t stop. I cup her and find her wet and wanting. I waste no time and push my fingers inside. I press my thumb to her clit, and I fuck her against the wall of the elevator. I want her to know that tonight, she’s mine. I bite down on her neck a little, letting her know the same thing. She comes hard just a moment later, tearing off my jacket, leaving it at my shoulders. Buttons fly off my shirt as she pulls it apart. I guess I’ll deal with that later. My nipple is in her mouth, and I look up at the mirrored ceiling. Damn, this entire elevator is all mirrors, and I just noticed. She’s still coming into my hand, and I wonder if she’ll ever come down. Before I can think too much about it, my pants are opened, and her hand is inside them.

“Off,” she says.

I’m still pushing deep inside her, even though I know she already came, but I manage to kick off my pants. She’s inside my underwear now, and she’s stroking. Fuck, she’s stroking me. It’s so good. I lean against her, and she twists my nipple. Then, she slips inside.

“Yes,” I say, knowing I need this.

“Like this?” she asks, and I can’t keep up my own thrusts inside her, so I stop.

“Yes,” I repeat.

“Pull out, babe,” she says.

I love when she calls me babe or baby. It’s like I’m not an escort, and she’s not a member; we’re just two women who love to make each other come. I pull out of her, and she flips us around. She taps my leg, and she owns me now. My head is against the wall, and she fucks me. I start to come, and it’s a long one. I could melt against her right now and be completely content, but she pulls out and then tugs on my hand until we’re in the room. The elevator hadn’t moved. I’m seeing stars from the intensity of my orgasm, and she’s pulling on me. My pants are around my ankles, and I think I’m going to trip, but somehow, I manage to keep myself up. I’m pushed down on a sofa in the room. I only have a second to look around, but I notice how big the place is and how nice it looks.

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