Upside Down (14 page)

“Thank you, Sarah. I got here a little earlier than I had planned. Do you think it’ll be a
problem?”

“I don’t think so but I’ll check it out. Would you like to wait at the bar?
”

“Is it going to take long?”

“Not at all, madam. I just thought you might want a drink or something.”

“Well, it’s too early for alcohol, even for me,” I winked at her and she actually blushed.
“But I think I can drink some fruit juice or water. It’s very hot today.”

“Indeed it is, madam,” she opened the door to a corridor for me. “The bar is the second door on your right. I’ll arrange everything for you here. I’ll meet you there in a jiffy.”

The bar was deserted except for two people – the bartender behind the counter and an older gentleman nursing a glass of whiskey. It looked untouched. Discretion being the key there, I chose a stool on the opposite side of the bar from the older man.

“How can I help you, madam?”

“Water, please. Sparkling.”

“Very well. Coming right up.”

He opened the bottle of the imported water and poured most of its content into a tall glass filled with ice. I took a sip and played with it for a while. The ice cubes caught what little light there was in the room and created amazing miniature rainbows. I got so distracted that I didn’t notice the older man approaching and jumped at the sound of his voice on my right.

“Forgive me for being so bold, young lady,” he spoke with a strong French accent. “But you remind
me of a striking woman I met years ago, in Africa. Her name was Catherine. Catherine Sullivan.”

I
was speechless. I made an effort to find my voice.

“She’s my mother. I’m Carol, by the way.”

“Nice to finally meet you, child. I’m Jean-Paul Morgaut.”

I was about to ask him what exactly he meant by ‘finally’ when I heard the hostess talking to me on my left.

“I’m sorry it took me so long, Ms. Sullivan. Richard will be here around noon. But, your room is ready. Would you like to wait for him upstairs or here?”

I turned to say goodbye to the French gentleman but he was gone. I
shrugged and stood up.

“I’ll go upstairs.”

“Very well,” the hostess said. “Please, follow me.”

She started to climb the stairs ahead of me. Her skirt was so short I could almost see
her bottom beneath it. Her legs weren’t long as Cindy’s but were beautifully shaped. She swayed her hips as she went up and looked once or twice over her shoulders, smiling at me.

I thought maybe if I kissed this girl and felt the same attraction I had felt for Cindy it might be proof that I was really
going through a bi-curious phase. It was worth a shot.

“
I’m sorry, Sarah, I hope you don’t mind my asking. Are you only a hostess here or do you work the scenes, too?”

“Everybody here works the scenes, Madam.”

That was excellent news.

“
You said Richard will arrive around noon, right?”

“
Yes, Miss Sullivan. I’m sorry, again.”

We had arrived at the suite on the top floor and Sarah opened the door for me. S
he gestured for me to go in but didn’t move away from the door frame. She also didn’t leave me much room between the door and her body, so I ended up brushing against her as I crossed the threshold. She was teasing me. I heard her sharp intake of air. I closed the door and trapped her against it.

“That’s not
going to be a problem, pet, if you can keep me company.”

“I would be honored, Madam.”

I laughed and put my index finger on her lips. She opened them slightly and I inserted it in her hot, wet mouth. She licked and sucked at my digit like she’d do to a lollipop. A faint vibration traveled up my arm but died out before reaching any particularly sensitive area. I frowned at my body’s lack of reaction but kept my finger inside her mouth. I could feel her eyes on me but I just looked at my finger and her mouth. She nibbled the tip and I gasped.

“Naughty, girl,” I chuckled.

I got it out of her mouth, ran it over her full lips, over the cleft on her chin, and down her neck. I stopped it at the hollow between her collarbones and pressed down hard. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as I continued down until I reached her breasts. She was wearing a see-through top and no bra underneath. My wet finger must have felt cold against her turgid tip because it got harder.

“Hmm, it seems you’re enjoying this.”

“Yes, Madam.”

For some strange reason, I felt like I wasn’t part of the action. I seemed to be standing by watching my hand travel over that girl’s gorgeous body.
It looked more like a scientific experiment than a sex scene. It wasn’t right. It didn’t feel right. I caressed her breasts over the thin fabric with my palm. She sighed and pressed her lower body against mine. Still, I felt nothing.

I decided to get bolder. I put my
other hand up her skirt and found out she wasn’t wearing panties, either. I cupped her round bottom and pressed her harder against me. I looked down to where our bodies were so intimately joined and it seemed mine belong to someone else. More frowning. I couldn’t understand what was going on.

She whimpered when I played with
the damp entrance to her sex. She was really happy to keep me company. She moaned and opened her eyes when I entered her with a finger. Her breathing was elaborate. It got faster when I added two more fingers. In seconds, they were coated in her moisture.

“Oh, my!
That is so good, Madam.”

I
started pumping her faster and harder. She enjoyed it a lot. I still felt like a spectator. Then, I decided to join in the fun to see if my body would react to her the way it had reacted to Cindy.

I kissed Sarah and she was eager to kiss me back.
She pulled me closer as her walls quivered and gripped my fingers. She slid her tongue against mine and I had to control my gag reflex. Something was very wrong with me that day.

I
pulled away from the kiss but I wouldn’t be cruel to her and leave her before her orgasm so I kept moving my fingers in and out of her but didn’t kiss her again. She came hard and held me tight until the waves subsided. I kissed her sweetly on her shoulder and pulled away from her shivering body.

“Thank you, Madam
,” her smile was definitely not a business-like grin. Her voice sounded hoarse. “We still have some time left before Richard arrives. Would you like me to undress you? Would you like me to prep you for him?”

She seemed eager to please me in any way I saw fit.
I shivered at the thought but I was disgusted instead of excited. I didn’t want her anywhere near me. I didn’t want her hands on me. And I certainly didn’t want her mouth on me. I was appalled at my own reactions. After all, it wasn’t her fault. I should be disgusted at myself. I had misled her into believing I wanted her. So, I controlled my frustration and anger and smiled calmly at Sarah.

“Thank you, pet. It won’t be necessary, though.
You can go now.”

Apparently, I wasn’t as gentle as I had hoped to be. Her beautiful eyes looked sad as she opened the door to leave.

“Call me if you need anything, Madam.”

“I will. Thanks.”

When her footsteps had died outside, I walked over to the bed and slumped on it. I lay down, put my arm over my eyes and felt like screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn’t feel anything during the whole time I fooled around with Sarah.

“Does it mean I’m not bi-curious after all
, that what I felt with Cindy was a one-time event? Or does it mean I feel that way only with Cindy?”

I didn’t want to
examine that last question in detail. I was afraid of the answers I might come up with. So, I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hands. I definitely wanted to get rid of Sarah’s taste and feel, before Richard came in.

At noon, I heard the door open and Richard
entered.

“Good afternoon,
Madam.”

“Hello, gorgeous. Come
over here.”

I didn’t want to waste any time on foreplay so I
kissed him. He seemed to melt like butter in my hands but a small part of my brain reminded me they were pay to do exactly that. I shook my head and ignored that very tiny, annoying part of me.

“Take off your clothes
, pet.”

He
took his sweet time following my order. I had sat on an overstuffed chair before he came in and I relaxed against its soft cushions to watch his performance. It was like having my own private strip-tease show. I enjoyed it very much so I squirmed on the chair but it wasn’t enough to calm my throbbing body. So, I played with myself while he undressed. When Richard finished, my breathing was heavy but I hadn’t come. I looked him in the eyes and ordered.

“Get on your knees
in front of me. Finish the job or do I have to do everything myself around here?”

“No, Madam, of course you don’t,”
he hurried to position himself in front of me.

I knew I wasn
’t famous for being kind but my voice sounded too harsh even to my own ears. I was really off my game that day.

Nonetheless,
he got on his knees in front of the chair and gently lifted my leather mini-dress to my waist. He pulled my legs apart, draping the knees over the armrests, pulling my butt until it rested on the edge of the chair. Then, he looked me straight in the eyes and smiled as he leaned down and stopped inches from my panties.

“You smell so sweet, madam. I remember you taste even better.”

“Cut the crap talk, Richard.”

“As you wish, madam.”

He kissed me over the panties and tongued my clitoris through the silk material. I was already wet but I felt more moisture gathering down there when he rasped his teeth over the hard nub. I sighed and grabbed his head. I leaned down and I’m sure he thought I was going to kiss him. Instead, I shoved his face closer to my body.

“Good boy, now do it without the teasing. Your strip-tease was stimulation enough.”

He smiled before yanking the panties down in one swift movement and lowering his hot mouth to my expecting sex. With his tongue, he traced the outline of my folds, licking up the liquid of my need, tempting me with the pressure of his expert tongue. He blew a hot breath inside me, then, pressed my flesh with the tip of his tongue. Just the naughty tip. The alternate cold and heat drove me crazy. I tightened my grip on his hair as I pushed my hips up, grinding myself against his beautiful face.

“God, you are good,”
I moaned and writhed, lifting my butt from the chair. But, still, there was something missing and I couldn’t figure out what.

Richard
grabbed my butt and spread my cheeks as he darted his tongue out, flicking it over the tight bud of my clitoris. I gasped at the sensation of his tongue invading me. Again, my own body seemed to belong to another person. I felt detached. I saw Richard and I saw my own body reacting to his skillful moves but it was like watching a movie or a live porn show. I felt hollow. I forced myself to concentrate. My problems were getting me distracted, obviously.

He
pulled away to admire my contracting flesh. I felt the cold air in the room striking my exposed, tender folds. I had heard about women who had climaxed even without meaning to do so. They had said they hadn’t even enjoyed the sexual act but had had an orgasm anyway. I wondered if that was my situation then. I was mentally, and emotionally, disconnected from Richard or what he was doing, yet, my body seemed to be enjoying his attentions.

I didn’t understand it and
took a deep breath then let it out as a soft sigh. He probably thought it was a good sign because he captured my mouth in a passionate kiss. He invaded my mouth and I tasted myself on his tongue. The kiss was rough and I was panting when he left my mouth to dive again towards my hot sex.

He
used his teeth, tongue and fingers to tease me. He licked my folds slowly and thoroughly as he entered me with one, then, two fingers, stretching my channel then crooking one digit to press my G-spot on my front wall. He nibbled the hard nub under the hood of my clitoris at the same time as he moved his fingers along my inner walls. He was trying hard to please me and my body was answering in kind so I decided to add a little verbal incentive.

“Oh, Richard! I love it when you do that,”
I said the words but my mind was far away from that room.

I figured he was doing his job and I was usually a happy client so I would play along that time because it was my fault if I were so distracted, not Richard’s. Besides, I still hoped my head would join in the fun before it was all over.

It was the lightest flicking touch of a velvet tongue against the hard nub contrasting with the increasing pressure of his fingers moving in and out of me. I felt the tension building in my body, the delicious mounting sensation I was desperately seeking to ride. I rolled my eyes and wailed when he inserted a finger in my backdoor hole, stretching me while his mouth sucked hard on my nub. Pain and pleasure combined to make my body react as it was conditioned to and my knees turned to jelly. I draped my legs around his neck and pulled him closer. He didn’t let go of me and his slurping noises filled the air as the waves of lust washed over my muscles. They clenched around his fingers and tongue but my mind was not at all a part of those final moments.