Artful Attractions (18 page)

“Anytime Bradley, it was wonderful to see you again. Just holler if you need anything.” She retorts, her voice is sweet with an aged uniqueness.

We make our way in and out of tables and furniture. I love the smell of antiques there’s something so pleasing about the aged smell. It’s like your soaking up years of knowledge and history into your veins with each breath.

I stumble upon a few vintage items that I know Brad’s apartment could use. Like a black Victorian five-by-seven picture frame and five distinctively different cut glass decanters one of which comes with a set of six matching low ball blue rimmed glasses. And a few other small items. The best part about it all we left with a few boxes full of stuff that were all neatly packed with newspaper to prevent damage and our cost was less than a hundred dollars. The sad part is that we don’t have room in the car to fit big furniture items. That I’ve fallen in love with.

Brad tucks the boxes into the BMW’s spotless trunk and hops in the driver side.

“Where to next?”

“Mama has me picking up something from Mrs. Cleary in town,” he says, putting the peddle to the metal and coasting our way out onto the two lane road that leads into the main part of the small village that Vino’s, Brads restaurant, is conveniently located in.

“So what did you pick up back there?” I point out the back window with my thumb.

“I don’t have a clue. I didn’t open the box I just retrieved it for mama. I have manners. Ms. Nosy pants,” he teases.

We pull up in front of a small brick cottage set in the middle of town. I stay seated and allow him to retrieve the next item on the list. I watch his sexy ass make its way up the walk leading to the house and can’t tear my eyes away from him. He’s so handsome and the way he walks, has a purposeful weight behind every step. He rings the bell and a moment later I see this older woman about the same age as Ruby answer. Pushing open the screen door she hands Brad a white paper shopping bag and closes the door with a friendly smile.

“All done now. I need to buy some clothes if you insist we stay here two more nights,” he says, sitting back down in the car, throwing the white bag into the back. Obviously it’s not breakable or we’d be in big trouble.

“Did you look inside that one?” I eye the white paper, making a bold statement against the black leather. It screams open me, and take a peek inside.

He shakes his head. “No, like I said nosy pants, it’s none of my business.”

“Aren’t you the least bit curious?” I press. My elbow relaxing on the black armrest in the middle of the car. In secret, I hope he rests his next to time. I love the spark that ignites when our flesh meets. It’s exciting and arousing. In my job I’ve been horny more times than I can count and quite a few men are great in the sack. But Brad doesn’t have to even touch me sexually or promote promiscuity like I’m used to, in order to turn me on like a light switch. This little obsession I’m developing with this man is unhealthy and beyond uncalled for. But I can’t help myself. Something about him draws me like a moth to a flame. I’ve been subtle about my feelings thus far or have tried to be. The question I can’t seem to answer is how long I am going to be able to hold out before ruining everything.

Two blocks over and he parks in front of a local clothing shop in the middle of the quaint downtown. Old buildings three stories high encase the tiny main street that runs straight through the middle of this adorable rural village.

“No, I don’t find my mother’s errands the least bit curious. She’s my mother.” He opens the door and slides out. In tow I enter the shop. It’s small and I can’t imagine how anyone can keep afloat in this economy with such a little clothing store in the middle of BFE.

“Bradley!” a younger woman with bright red hair screeches and bolts out of the back room bound for Brads welcoming arms.

A jealous ping bites my heart. 

She leaps and he catches her crashing into him with arrant force. Knocking the wind out of his chest with a loud gust. He chuckles and kisses her head. Releasing their embrace.

She punches him in the chest playfully. “I’m missed you so much, you haven’t called in forever,” she whines and frowns deep like a pouty child. She’s about my height, five-five. Her eyes are a dark mahogany brown and her hair is bright as a fire engine that clashes perfectly with her pale freckled skin. She’s beautiful in a cutesy country way. Not modelesque by any standard but she’s got the goods and definitely holds Brad’s attention.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve not been in town for a while. I came in with Alexis yesterday,” he says pivoting to introduce us. Her eyes glare unhappily at me like I’ve just interrupted the reunion she’d been hoping for. I have this uncanny feeling she’s in love with him. I know the feeling. Sorta.

“Hi.” I do a short sweet wave and bat my eyelashes. I’m being a bitch. So sue me.

“Hi, I’m Carry.” She tries to smile but it comes out more of a contorted half smile with a grimace underneath. Not becoming of her in the least bit. Carry relaxes her face and returns her attention and obvious affection to Brad. “So what can I help you with handsome.” She gently caresses his shirt covered chest.

I resist the urge to protest because I have no right. But that delicate hand of hers is unwelcome and it has to go. “I came into town spur of the moment and I’m in need of some clothes.”

A naughty smile formulates at the corners of her glossed lips and I instantly hate this woman. Granted, I don’t know her. But I know that look. I’m an escort. I graduated flirting and cock sucking 101 with that smile. Her index finger does flirty little circles on his chest and she bites her bottom lip. Oh, please don’t make me watch another second of this. I want to browse around the room and checkout the merchandise but it seems that I’m not the only one for hire in this building. And she’s putting on the best show in town right now. Bitch.

“Okay, Bradley,” she says emphasizing the
LEY
in his name. I want to yack. Maybe if I go out to the car he can fuck her in the back and buy some clothes so we can get on with our day?

But truth be told, I don’t want him to sleep with her. I know that is wrong and the biggest double standard if there ever was one. But I hate the thought of his cock, no matter its size, shape or color to be shoved into another woman’s hole. It taints the perfect picture I have of him in some way.

“Thanks Carry, I think Alexis and I will browse and I’ll let you know if we need any help,” he states evenly his expression unreadable. And he walks around her. The look on her face droops into desperation and she tails him like a lost puppy dog.

“This is a nice shirt and would look wonderful on you,” she says, holding up a blue collared shirt.

“What do you think, Alexis?” he points to the shirt that lover girl is displaying.

I shrug. “Dunno, you decide.”

I mosey around the room and find a beautiful white cotton dress that’s floor length and has a brown braided belt attached. Perfect country vacation wardrobe. I select my size and drape it over my arm for purchase.

“How about this?” Brad calls from the other side of the store holding up a black t-shirt with skulls on the chest. I would normally say no to that. But the look on his face and the truth that he could pull off a paper bag with sex appeal. I nod.

“Is that a yes?”

“If that’s what you want to buy Brad, get it.”

His shoulders slump and he hangs it back on the rack like a dork. I come across the room and pull the shirt off the hanger in his size and push it into his chest. Instantly the world around us fades and I’m pulled back into a Brad and Alexis bubble. His hand finds mine that’s holding the shirt to his chest and grips it tightly. My breathing hitches and I have the sudden urge to kiss him and my panties dampen.

“Ah, hem.” Carry clears her throat driving me back into the real world. I yank my hand out from beneath his and he groans in a strange protest. “Here.” She offers him some jeans in his size. He holds them out, examining them with the black tee hanging over his forearm and I snatch it up before it falls, laying it over my dress.

“These will do.” He folds them up. “Do you have any boxer briefs?” he asks, glancing around the room.

“Yes in the case over here.” She waves her hand like Vanna White to a silver display case. Inside are rows of men’s boxers and women’s panties. She opens the back and drapes a few over the top of the glass.

“I love those.” I point to some black silk boxers in the case.

“
Bradley
doesn’t do boxers,” she snaps caressing the fabric of the boxer briefs she’s personally selected for him. Could she be any more obvious of her affections towards him? Maybe they dated? I don’t know but I am going to find out once we leave.

“I do now,” he smiles, tapping the glass over the boxers I picked. I do a little dance inside. Take that caddy bitch. “Pick another pair, Alexis.”

“I shouldn’t be selecting your undergarments,” I protest weakly. This is kind of fun. I’ve never been underwear shopping for a man before. Sure my clients have purchased lingerie for me but never together.

“You’re selecting them now. So finish. I need a pair for Tuesday since you’re determined to keep me locked away for another day,” he chuckles, holding his jeans to his chest. His biceps are bulging in his shirt and I blink a few times to refocus.

Then I pinch his arm and Carry just about comes unglued with a snarl and her face cloaked with pure anger directed at me. Ok, if this doesn’t egg me on to piss her off more, I don’t know what else would.

I sweetly caress his reddened forearm and he sucks in a breath.

“We’ll take those,” I point to the blue skull boxers with black elastic waistband.

Reluctantly she pulls both pairs from the display case and goes to slide it shut.

“No, just wait,” he orders pointing to a pair of pink heart boy shorts. “Those. And those.” He points to a pair of black see through lace thong with tiny pink hip bows. He turns to me. “If I wear the underwear you pick the next two days, you wear the ones I pick.” He smiles, as sly as a dog. I can’t argue with that logic and to be honest it makes my pussy tingle with illicit desire. My panties dampen fruther and I close my eyes to picture him wearing those boxers crouching between my legs, wanting me and only me. His eyes piercing my soul and telling me he loves me. Damn-it, he’s way too dangerous.

I shake my head back and forth to clear my naughty head and follow him to check out. He pulls a green long sleeve shirt from the rack beside the counter and pulls my dress and his skull shirt from my hands. I open my mouth to object and he shoots me a don’t-even-think-about-it glance. Fine, but this isn’t over.

***

“So how long did you two date?” I ask bluntly on our way up the gravel road to Lolita’s. It’s been quiet except for music the rest of the way here. I had to give him the silent treatment for a little while to show him how displeased I am that he paid for my dress and panties.

“Who? Carry?”

“Yes, duh. She’s smitten with you.”

He mocks a laugh and bounces his head on the headrest of his seat. “You’re nuts.”

“No, it’s true,” I argue and know I’m right. It’s obvious.

“I know, I slept with her one drunken night. I’ve never dated her and she’s been trying to have sex with me again ever since.”

We pull outside the B&B. “You must have been one hell of a lay to hook her on the first try.”

I open the door and peer back at him and his face is bright red with embarrassment.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs shyly.

“Oh, come on Brad your either a rock star in the sack or you’re not.” I get out, picking a clothes bag from the backseat to carry in.

“I’ve not had complaints if that counts.”

“I’d imagine you wouldn’t,” I blurt and instantly regret saying it.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” he asks once we get inside.

“It means you’re a beautiful man and I’m sure women lineup around the corner to ride the Brad train.” I blush and go upstairs. 

We spend the rest of the two-day vacation with mama and Amy. We played poker every night. Brad won on Monday. Must have learned the tricks of the game from his mama. We ate at Vino’s together twice as a family. It was an amazing experience and by the time we left this morning, I am convinced I know what being in love with someone feels like. I hate it. It hurts and it’s confusing and it’s all consuming. I don’t want to leave Brad. Even though we didn’t get much alone time after that first night. We had mostly family time which was almost just as good. Joking and laughing with mama and her big mouth. Two days of her trying to convince me to father her son’s children. The thought isn’t half bad when I think about it now. Not becoming a mom because I knew I’d never fall in love and want to have a family is one thing. Now I am in love, or I think so. But it’s not returned and my job prevents me from pursuing any feelings I may think I have. All I know Brad is the first decent guy I’ve met who hasn’t tried to sleep with me or buy my love. So, I’m attached because of that. This is uncharted territory for sure. Terrifying as hell.

All weekend I wore his panties and he mine. And each time he got into heated arguments with his mom about the poker game I would close my eyes and listen to the deep bass of his voice and picture him making love to me. Yes, I said it. Making love to me with deep long strokes and lust filled kisses. When you’re around someone for days and all you get is a brief touch when they pass the pepper or a leg that brushes yours under the table, your senses are set on high and my horniness level is through the roof. The need to be sated is beyond measure at this point. And all I want is to have Brad satisfy me.

The entire hour drive home from Lolita’s was painful in more ways than one. Brad was quiet the entire drive and not because I was forcing him to be that way. He didn’t even sing, which was depressing. His mom had pulled him aside a few hours before we departed and as soon as he left her bed chambers it was like death had warmed his face and he hasn’t been the same man since. I wanted to ask what was wrong but I have the feeling he won’t talk about it even if I wanted to. I’m also unhappy because my little vacation has come to an end. I’ll mope for two whole days because of leaving Amy and Ruby. I do it every time I come back to reality. My adopted family is like a drug and going cold turkey is a serious bitch.

Brad stops the car outside of my apartment and gets out, pulling my suitcase from the back of his car. He drops it on the side of the sidewalk.

“Thanks.” I smile at him, but he just frowns and gets back into the car without a word. What is his problem?

He doesn’t speak to me all the way home and he treats me like this. After an entire weekend of fun with him and his family. Sure it wasn’t as emotional for him as it was me. I’m sure. But that shouldn’t matter. I didn’t do a damn thing wrong.

I watch Brad pull away in his car and slump, pulling my suitcase behind me up the steps to my apartment.

“Becka, I’m home,” I call, opening the door to our apartment, laying my suitcase inside.

“Hey!” she yells from her bedroom. I enter her doorway to find her sprawled out naked on top of the covers spreading her pussy lips with her fingers and plucking a nipple with her thumb and forefinger.

I chuckle at the sight. “Practicing for tonight?”

“No, tempting my roommate,” she giggles and opens her pussy folds more for me to see the deep pinkness between her legs. I can’t help but look and the temperature in the house somehow just raised a hundred degrees. Did she know I’d be this horny when I got home? I wonder.

“You know that’s not going to work,” I scold and roll my eyes animatedly.

“How about this?” She arches her back and sinks a finger knuckle deep into her tight hole moaning deeply into the air.

I break into a hysterical laugh. “You’re good Becka, but not good enough to convert me.”

I grab my stomach and inhale deeply to calm myself and glance at her face. She’s angry.

“What? I don’t turn you on?” she snaps, hurt.

“I don’t like women. You’re beautiful and of course I get a little wet. But we’ve been over this week after week, year after year,” I explain, trying to calm her temper that’s flaring as hot as her arousal. I see her oversized clit pull itself from its hood to say hello to me.

“Stop staring at my pussy if you don’t like it,” she whines, saddened.

“I never said I didn’t like it. I said I can’t touch it. I don’t do women. Now I’m going to check Joseph’s phone, take a shower and get ready for tonight. You should do the same. We have an hour before our Astoria pick up for the gangbang.”

She squeals, excited, and claps her hands. Her fake boobs bounce slightly. “I’m so excited we get to work together and we’re going to make bank.”

I exit her room, shaking my head. I can’t believe her and these come-on’s they are just getting worse and more elaborate. Waiting until I get home and trying to seduce me after it hasn’t worked for four stinking years. I have to give her credit, she’s at least persistent.

I pull out my iPhone from Joseph and turn it on. It fires right up and starts to go beep wildly.

In the end of it all I have thirty texts ranging from

Are you home yet? To I miss you baby I can’t wait to see you Thursday.

My phone rings immediately.

“Hello Joseph,” I answer.

“Oh my god you finally picked up, my sweetheart. How was the R and R?”

I chuckle. “It was fine, Joseph. Did you miss me?”

“Oh sweetie you have no idea. I’m going through withdrawals,” he says and I know the feeling, my heart is missing Brad already. I hate myself for this. I knew he was bad news from the moment I met him. And now look where it has me backed into the love corner with nowhere to go.

“I missed you too, babe. I was just about to take a shower. I’m back on duty tonight. But I’m so glad you called and I got to hear your voice,” I says sweetly, reeling him in. So sue me, it’s in the job description. Ego stroking is my forte.

“Oh,” he exhales, mopey, into the phone. “Well, I guess I’ll just talk to you tomorrow?”

“Yes, call me in the morning. I’m looking forward to hearing your….se…voice again.” I was just about the say sexy but that term is officially all Brad’s in pertaining to the voice department that is. God, I’m pathetic.

We hang up and I ready myself for tonight’s epic event at Brian’s. Not my pimp but Brian, Becka’s twenty-one year old client. At least I’ve let my pussy rest up a few days before getting beaten all to hell with eight cocks.

I throw on an ultra-miniskirt in green and a white tube top with no bra. I pony up my hair so it doesn’t get in the way of come being shot all over my body. And I slide on a pair of white platforms. I could care less about name brands for Becka’s clients most of them are poster boys for ESPN addictions, and hot dog and beer diets.

“I’m ready, are you?” I call from inside my room. I haven’t seen much of Becka since I came home. Maybe she’s mad again that I shot her down. Who knows?

“Yeah.” She smiles coming into my bedroom in a pink tube top and black and pink miniskirt with black glittery heels. Now she looks like a high-class stripper.

She turns around and bends over. “Can you see my pussy well enough?”

“Hell yeah, that’ll drive them wild. No panties tonight?”

She stands up and shakes her head. “Nope, last time they got shredded, figured I should save the eight dollars and go without. You might want to do the same.”

I think about it for a moment and agree so I slide down my V.S thong and lay it on my bed. I turn around and bend over. “And?”

“Delectable as ever. They’re going to love us,” she sings and does a cute little dance in the doorway. Her heels clicking the wood of my bedroom floor.

We stuff our purses with work necessities paying close attention to the mass amounts of lube and condoms we tuck inside. Don’t want to run short.

Ten minutes later we are down on Astoria Boulevard, a black SUV stops and a tall thin man with pale white arms covered in tattoos exits.

“Ladies.” He ushers us into the back and slides in beside me throwing his scrawny arm over the back of the seat. I’m so nervous I have to keep myself from shaking. Becka must be sensing my nervousness because her hand lands on my thigh giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze. Her nails painted the perfect shade of pink to match her slutty top.

She leans in and whispers. “He’s one of the men, one of the givers.”

I nod.

“So what’s your name beautiful?” he asks.

“Tylah.”

“Oooo, a hot name for a hot woman.” He licks his lips checking me out from head to knees, he can’t see my feet. His body scoots a little closer and he leans his head down. “I can’t wait to be buried deep inside that sweet hot hole of yours.”

A shiver tingles down my spine igniting in my core. This is so exciting. The perfect way to make a bunch of money and get Brad off my mind for a while.

I place a hand on his inner thigh and go to work on bringing back my game that I’ve missed out on the past few days. “I can’t wait, either. I want those big balls to slap my pussy so hard,” I tease seductively and with one finger graze the seam of his jeans right where his balls are lying. He jerks and sighs pressing himself into my finger.

I pull away and wag my finger at him. “Naughty-naughty. The boss gets a taste first.” I wink and lick my lips seductively. He exhales loud running a hand through his hair. His face has that I’m-so-turned-on-I’m-going-to-come-in-my-pants-stare. I’ve seen it a million times.

Ten minutes later, he dashes out of the SUV, allowing Becka and I to exit. The house we’re at is a small one story with cute blue shutters and I can hear music thumping on the inside. Skinny boy opens the front door for us and we enter into a huge keg party. Ten men and two woman are dancing in the living room drinking from red solo cups and shooting back Whiskey from a bottle. Rock music fills the air and as soon as we stroll in all eyes turn to us.

“They are going to be so hot for this. Just go with the flow,” Becka yells over the music in my ear and grabs my tube top pulling down to expose one of my breasts. Fuck! This is why she wanted me here. She gets to use me as a fucking play toy. Could I have been any dumber?

“I’m going to kick your ass.” I glare at her.

She gives me a dirty up-to-no-good smile. “You wouldn’t want to anger customers, would you?” she wags her brows, licking her lips.

Ah hell! Time to take one for the team. No use in backing out now. This is my job and isn’t the motto high ho, high ho, it’s off to work we go?

Becka’s finger pinches my nipple hard, shocking a gush of juices from my core. I arch my back and she pushes me against the wall in front of all the men, her mouth finds my pert nipple and suckles it into her mouth with a groan vibrating from her chest. She bends over, hiking her skirt up to expose her pussy to the ten men and two women. The women themselves appear to be interested in our show too. All the men crowd around and one-by-one jeans hit the floor and shirts come off. Then the boxers and briefs are shed and the room is littered with a miss match of clothing and ten very horny hard men. A blonde one palms Becka’s ass and she squeals in delight with my nipple still being sucked in her hot needy mouth.

A huge dark haired man with beautiful caramel skin pulls the other side of my tube top down to expose my other breast and he kneels in front of me sucking it into his mouth and simultaneously I have two grown adults pulling hard on my nipples and my mind is going wild with fervent want and desire to have my pulsating hole filled with a cock. I gaze down and the caramel man is fisting a rather thick and bulbous cock in his hand. The scrawny man from the SUV with his rather long and thin cock pushes between my nipple suckers and on fours lifts my skirt revealing my hot wet pussy, his mouth licks my mound and two fingers open my lips as his tongue laps readily on my throbbing clit. I arch my back and fuck I can feel an orgasm on its way. I press both my breast invaders harder and spread my legs, opening my core up to the skinny boy. I don’t care who touches me as long as I come.

I moan loud in the air and watch as the other men stoke there hard cocks watching me being played with. A humming of desire vibrates through my core as my pussy is lapped hard with a velvety tongue. Becka pulls away and grabs the skinny boy by the hair forcing him to stop tonguing my pussy. I whimper in detest. I am so close. I needed him there a little longer.

“She’s mine,” she hisses, pushing the horny boy away and dropping to her knees in front of me with a dirty wanton smile.

“I’m going to lick what I’ve been asking to lick for the past four years, Ty. Are you going to come in my mouth?” Her voice is dark and husky with a deep seeded desire to suck my clit into submission and burst my juices into her eager mouth.

I nod. I don’t care tonight, I just want to be pleasured and a group of men love watching women fuck.

“Good!” she barks and plunges her face into my dripping slit her tongue roaming all the nooks of my folds and she lands on my clit, sucking it hard into her mouth as she moans deep in her throat in triumph. I glance down to watch my nipple being pulled hard by a greedy mouth of a caramel man and my roommate and best friend watching me moan and buck my hips into her mouth as she eats my pussy with force.