The Escort (24 page)

"It's not that Max. I want to show the girls you have to work for what you have in life." She rubbed her face with her hand, this time there were tears in her eyes. "I don't know, maybe I'm being stupid."

"Wouldn't be the first time," said Dan, going to his sister and giving her a big hug. He kissed her on the head. "I love you, Helen, and I know it'll work out for you in the end."

"I don't know any more, Dan. I really don't." She stood up, and sniffed loudly. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have two excited little girls to bath."

Taking that as their cue to leave, they made their way out to Dan's truck, Max feeling even more ridiculous now. "I hope she changes her mind."

"So do I. But it has to be her decision." He unlocked the truck. "Want to watch a movie and get take out?"

"Sounds fantastic. Although I don't think I could eat for a couple of hours." She hadn't had so much cake, ever. "Why don't we go back to my pace, I'll get changed into something more suitable, and then we can go to your place. If that's OK with you? I'll check in on Robin, and let her know she can have the place to herself."

"How's her hot date coming along?"

"I'm not sure, she's been awfully quiet about him. But knowing Robin she'll tell me when she's ready."

Max let them into her apartment, all was quiet, no sign of Robin at all. He was thankful, because all the way over here he had imagined taking that dress of Max, and having his wicked way with her. Now, the coast was clear, and he hoped she was in the same mood.

She already had her shoes off, and was rubbing her feet, going to the answer machine and checking for messages. It beeped, and there was one message from Robin saying she would be home about ten. It seemed like an omen.

He moved behind her, his hands sliding down her bare arms. Leaning forward he kissed the nape of her neck, and then along her shoulder. She leaned her body back against his, and he took it as a signal she wanted this too.

"You look incredibly sexy in this dress."

"Thank you, although I thought I was going for classy," She joked, sliding her hand behind her and down between their bodies. After some fumbling she reached his cock, and squeezed it, feeling him stiffen instantly.

"Mmmm, I think sexy is closer to uhhh ... where .... fuck."

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Could you repeat it?"

His mind was incapable of coherent thought. It seemed to have taken up residence in his pants. Now he no longer cared what she looked like in the dress, he just wanted to rip it off her and throw her on the bed so he could make love to her. With hands that weren't sure how to work, he reached for the zip, and pulled it down, every inch of her skin he exposed increasing the size of his erection.

The dress slipped to the floor, and he slipped his hand around her waist, and then slid lower, his hand disappearing into her panties. She sighed, leaning back on him further, and opening her legs for him. He found her clit, rubbing it lightly with his fingers, before pushing into her wet sex, but the angle was awkward. Slipping his hand under her knee, he stroked it, feeling her body shudder with delight at his touch, and then he lifted it so her foot rested on a chair.

Sliding back along her leg, and up her thigh, he inched his way towards his prize. Open to him now, he slipped two fingers into her before bringing them back out to smear her juices over her clit. In and out, deeper and deeper, until she moaned and writhed against him, her hand still maintaining contact with his cock, but her rhythm haphazard as she lost concentration. His thumb worked her clit, his finger deep inside her, sliding against her inner walls, bringing her to a climax. He needed to be inside her, but he wanted to feel her come while her body was supported against his.

Frantically he fingered her, feeling her orgasm cresting, her hand went to cover his, and press against it, she whimpered, her body losing control. Finally he slipped a hand into the cup of her bra, pinching her nipples harshly. He was rewarded by her erupting around his fingers. The slick noise a huge turn on as his fingers worked her into complete submission. She came, her wonderful breasts heaving as she struggled to breathe, her orgasm taking over her body completely.

When she came down from her sexual high, he held her close against him, stroking her body, kissing her neck and murmuring, "I love you."

Wow. That was all she could think. her brain turned to mush by his fingers. That was something else, and it hadn't even been sex. Still it was the best orgasm she could remember. And that was quite a statement, since she had met Dan there had been plenty of sex, and too many orgasms to count, but this one. This one was memorable.

"You OK?" he asked.

"Mmmm. At least I think I am. Those hands of yours blow my mind."

"I aim to please," he said, turning her towards him. "Now I want to fuck you."

She slipped her hands down over his cock, and squeezed it, rubbing her hand up and down. "I can tell."

"Here?"

"No. Just in case Robin comes back. I know she said ten o'clock, but I'd feel awful if she walked in on us."

"Then lets go to your bedroom so I can fuck your brains out."

She laughed. "That is quite a statement."

"If you knew how much my cock is straining to get out of my pants, you would know it's not an exaggeration."

"You sure know how to flatter a lady," she said rather primly.

"I'm sorry, I should try to put it more eloquently, but when your brain suddenly seems to reside in your pants, that's not easy."

"Then let's not disappoint your new master," she said, stroking his cock again, and then turning to walk away from him.

Max loved the way he spoke to her, not dirty, or like she was his little slut, but he sure was frank about how much she turned him on. It made her feel incredibly sexy, a new feeling for her, frumpy was how she would have described herself before Dan, now she felt like a sexy vixen.

Turning she teased him by slipping her bra straps off her shoulders, and then turning away from him while she slipped it off. He stood and watched.

"What about the rest?"

"You want to see me naked?"

"That's the general idea."

She slipped her panties off, bending down to push them off her feet, her sex on show to him. Wriggling just a little, she squeaked like a frightened rabbit when she felt him close behind her. He sure knew how to move fast to surprise her.

Leaning her over the bed, her unzipped his pants, and slipped a condom on, plunging into her without any warning. Her body lurching forward, only to be caught by his strong arm. Slotting his hand between her thighs he placed his finger over her clit, each time he lunged into her, his fingers pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves, driving her insane.

Her hips bucked, pressing her body firmly back against his, encouraging him to go deeper. His free hand went to her hip, and he held her firmly in place, racing her to an incredible climax. Needing support from this intense onslaught, Max leaned against the chair in front of her dresser. With each thrust of his hips he set her sex on fire, the heat spreading through her body. Her voice filled the room, first whimpering, and then crying out his name, encouraging him to make her come. He exploded into her, setting off a chain reaction inside her. She came hard, while he buried himself into her over and over again, until they were both spent.

Dan held her, his hands stroking her body, covering his breasts with his large capable hands. Somehow he manoeuvred them over to the bed, and he lifted the covers, helping her to lie down before curling up next to her. His body, damp with perspiration after their lovemaking. Snuggling up to him, she closed her eyes, allowing her breathing to return to normal, and the stars to disappear from her eyes, the intensity of her orgasm knocking her sideways.

"I can't get enough of you. I think I'm addicted."

"It's a good job I ate all that sugar, at least it gave me an energy boost," she said wearily.

"So what shall we order in?"

"Pizza," she said hopefully.

"Sure, Give me a minute and I'll go and order."

"Later, I like being like this with you. It's so quiet, and we have nowhere else to be other than in each other's arms."

"You are a romantic, Max."

"Yes. I think I am."

He laughed. “Robin will be pleased I'm not just bringing out the bad girl in you."

Max turned in his arms, and stroked his face with her fingers. "I've never been like this. Never felt like this before. And I never want it to end."

He kissed her neck. "It won't end, it may change, but this won't end."

"You're so sure. There's so much going on at the moment, I worry about the future."

"What do you mean so much going on. The fire?"

"Yes, and work." She absently stroked his arm which was wrapped around her.

"You mean who started the fire?"

She sighed. "I shouldn't talk to you about it."

"Is that what's been wrong with you the last couple of days."

She sat up, pulling the sheet to her chest. "Bob asked me to help him find out who it might be."

"You should leave it to the police. Max if you know anything then you should talk to them first."

"We don't know. Not for sure. And the trouble is it could bring down the bank if the shareholders find out." She turned and looked at him, her face serious. "Please keep this to yourself Dan."

"If I can. But if anyone asks me directly, especially my captain, I can't lie."

"I shouldn't have said anything."

He hugged her tighter. "No Max, you should share things with me. That's what people in relationships do. I swear I won't tell anyone, as long as I am not asked by someone at work, or by the police. I can't risk my job for this. And it's not that I'm putting my job above you. I still think you should tell them yourself, it will help the inquiry."

"I don't see how. If we can't track down the person responsible by sifting through the data, how will anyone from the outside. Bob knows the company inside and out. Together we can find the person responsible, and then I promise I will make sure it is handled through the appropriate channels."

"OK." He kissed her arm, and then rolled away from her. "Let's eat. I'm starving. We can forget all about the outside world for a while and watch a movie curled up on your sofa, eating pizza."

"Sounds like heaven."

***

"Pizza and a movie, one of the best combinations invented by man," Max stretched out next to Dan, feeling stuffed, and so content she could cry.

"I'm glad you have such simple tastes. A woman from a family like yours must be used to the finest things in life."

She hated being reminded of her family, but when Dan was such a family man it was easy to excuse him when he brought the subject up. "When I was younger, I suppose, anyway. I can't really remember. But then boarding school was fairly strict, and when my father disowned me over Robin, it was very sparse living to begin with, and we got used to it. I think it was a phase Robin was going through, and it stayed with us. People can live simply if they choose."

"So we could survive on a firefighter's salary?"

"I told you, I have no intention of giving up my career, not for a couple of years. And anyway, I have quite a bit saved up."

"A head for figures, I hope when Helen decides what she's going to do she at least lets you help her manage her finances."

"Is it that much of a mess?"

"They lived on two wages, and then there was only Helen's income coming in when her husband left, so she quickly fell behind."

"I wish there was something we could do. Do you think she will accept the money?"

"Honestly? No." He sighed and lay back, stroking her hair, weaving the silky tendrils through his fingers.

"Can she move in with you?" Max didn't like the idea, but the alternative must be pretty bleak.

"She won't. Or my mom and dad. She's too proud."

Max settle back down, and they watched the end of a documentary together, content to be in each others company, but lost in their own thoughts. Until Robin returned, a little drunk.

"What have you been up to?" Max asked as Robin swayed into the room.

"I went to this party, well it was supposed to be an opening of some sort, and I had a drink. And another drink, and another."

"You did behave yourself, didn't you?"

"Of course, not that Greg would notice, he was too busy chatting up another woman."

Max looked at Dan, who got the message. "I have to work in the morning, so I will leave you two lovely ladies to go to bed."

He kissed Max on the cheek. "See you tomorrow."

"Oh don't leave, Dan." Robin swayed up to him.

"No, I have to go,” he insisted, grabbing his coat.

"See Max, I chase all the good men away."

"No you don't. Look I'll see Dan out, and then I'll make you coffee." She followed Dan out to the front door, and said goodbye, unable to resist a long lingering kiss. "Thanks Dan, sorry to cut the evening short."

"Don't be silly, she looks like she needs a shoulder to cry on. And I really do need to go to sleep, I have an early shift tomorrow. I'll see you sometime after three?"

"Yes. Let me know when you're on your way."

"Will do. Sweet dreams, Max." He kissed her again. "Of me," he finished, hopefully.

"I don't know if they're sweet, or perhaps a little more erotic."

"Erotic. I like the sound of that. Perhaps tomorrow we could discuss your dreams, or fantasies."

"Goodnight, Dan. You should go, or I'll drag you back inside."

"I like the sound of that. Being dragged to bed by my woman," he whispered, his hands circling her waist and pulling her into his arms. They kissed, for a very long time. His tongue pushing into her mouth, where she met him with her own, entwining, teasing, until she had to push him away.

Clearing her throat she said, "Good night Dan."

"Good night Max."

She leaned against the door frame, watching him walk away, feeling the heat leave her body with each step he took. When she heard his truck start up, she finally closed the door, and went to find Robin. Who had gone to bed.