Page 18 of First Time

Somehow, I made it through Friday night and Saturday afternoon without utilizing that card Stephen had given me.

But not knowing what he’d done in those videos ate at my insides.

Thank fuck I had a booking with Elite on Saturday night. They didn’t expect dick, so I didn’t bother with a blue pill. Nothing about the customer wishing to experience bondage for the first time turned me on. I tied her as I’d done with Becky without even planning to. Like the sweetest sub I’d ever met, the client became aroused.

I enjoyed every second seeing Becky in my mind’s eye. Checked in dozens of times with the client. Explained what I did and why…and how all Doms ought to do the same. Once I finished, she left a wet puddle on the chair, and it had only taken a single swipe of my thumb over her clit that she begged for to set her off.

We snuggled for over an hour, and I listened as she spilled the baggage of her life. As though my ropes had made me a therapist or counselor in her eyes, she opened her floodgates. I wanted to be moved by the fact her ex had an affair. That he’d stripped her rights to their home in Tuscany and the yacht he’d named after her.

At least they didn’t have kids together, so there was that.

The woman couldn’t have been more than thirty, still had a rocking body and enough money from the divorce settlement to draw in a crowd of men to choose from once she allowed herself to look for love again.

Rather than become invested as I did with most clients, I couldn’t keep my mind off Becky. What had happened when she and Stephen had gotten home. How he’d treated her. If he’d kept his hands to himself.

I imagined that he had so as not to upset myself.

Sunday was my turn to host my friends for the Bruins game and helped to keep me distracted. Jarod canceled, big surprise, and Micah showed up first, a six-pack of IPA and chips and guacamole in hand.

“How was the new client last night?” he asked while setting his snack contributions on the coffee table in front of one of my two couches.

“Pliant, sweet, and definitely into bondage.” I expected she would become a regular.

“She get your blood going?”

I accepted one of the beers he offered and led the way into the living room. “Nope.”

Micah was aware of my issues—whatever they were. I had no fucking clue how to label myself and didn’t really care if I ever figured my sexual shit out. “Can’t say I’m sorry,” he stated with a chuckle.

“Fucker,” I muttered without heat, knowing he teased and just didn’t want to lose me as an employee. As the only shibari master, I made him a pretty penny every month. Myself too. I didn’t need to keep the day job in communications but didn’t plan on being an Elite for life. Besides, the 401k kicked ass, and the extra income from EE allowed me to stockpile savings for whatever future endeavor floated my boat.

Maybe my own yacht.

A home in Tuscany.

But that would be years down the road if ever, and I doubted I would thoroughly enjoy either without having someone to share them with.

Becky.

Teeth gritted, I focused on Micah telling me about his little brother Sean being all up his ass to open a gay branch of Elite. I’d heard the argument between the two a couple of times over the previous months. Micah claimed Grindr was easy as fuck to utilize. Why would gay or bi dudes pay big bucks for what was easily attained? Sean shot back that straight hookup apps existed too and yet Elite still made Micah a rich man.

I expected the poking to continue, and my thoughts proved right. Within minutes of Sean showing up with his best friend Drake, the two brothers went at it. As far as I was aware, it was the first time Drake had heard the argument.

He sat silent, watchful—same as me. We sipped our beers while waiting for the Bruins to take to the ice as Sean hounded Micah. Twelve years older, Micah tended to treat Sean like the younger pup he was: untamed and half-wild. The guy was in his late twenties but still acted like a frat boy with his heart set on partying until he became too old and feeble to do so. Sean was also highly sexual and couldn’t get enough dick.

He was passionate as hell about starting up what he called EEMM. Elite Escorts Male on Male. Had his damn heart set on it.

“Tell him, Drake,” Sean said, pink flushing his cheeks, his blue eyes flashing with excitement and hints of annoyance due to his brother denying him. “Tell this pussy-hungry asshole that a gay branch would be just as lucrative. Tell him about all the gay guys we know who are so damn deep in the closet they’d pay thousands for hookups if it meant keeping their images clean.” He sneered the last word as though having been personally offended by a man’s desire to do that very thing.

“I’ve never been closeted,” Drake said with a shrug, “but those guys definitely exist. And the ones with pocket change to spare would certainly pay for safer options and hookups. Sean said you do NDAs for both clients and employees?”

Micah nodded, his lips in a thin line while studying Sean’s best friend.

Compared to Sean, Drake was a big brute almost as tall as me, cut as fuck with dark hair and serious blue eyes. I wasn’t above recognizing the guy was good-looking, but dick didn’t do shit for me, same as most pussies.

“I’m going to have to agree with Sean then,” Drake said and sipped his beer. “Gay men would do the same as your straight clients who wish to hook up without the hassle of trying too hard and who want the option to hide their activities.”

“Hard,” Sean whispered like the immature idiot he was.

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