VIP (36 page)

“Sebby
stop, I need that. I have court tomorrow and I can’t go in there looking like a
lobster. Christian honey, get down, you’re going to fall,” Julia called to
Christian, sitting on the bow and dangling his feet.

            “Julia,
he’s perfectly fine, he’s got his floaties on, and he’s a boy. Let him climb
and be a boy, huh Buddy?” I said, with Christian smiling at me and nodding.

            “Sebastian…”
she cautioned with a sour look “I really wish you’d stop doing that.

            “Doing
what?”

            “That
right there. I tell him something and then you go right in and overrule it.
You’re the good one and I’m the bad one. It’s unfair.”

            “Oh
come on Jules will you quit it with the courtroom lingo, it’s a beautiful day
outside, let’s enjoy it and go in the water. Come on Babygirl, let’s go for a
swim.”

            “No
Sebby, I don’t want to get salt in my hair. It takes forever to wash out and the
wind is bad enough.”

            “Will
you at least put on a bikini?”

            “Why
I’m just going to stay under the shade. Christian…” She yelled walking away
from me.

            My
day of fun on the boat with my family wasn’t turning out to be all that fun.
Julia barely acknowledged my advances because, she was too preoccupied with
Christian. She followed him around like a leech, constantly rubbing him down
with sunscreen, making him drink his juice to keep from getting dehydrated from
the heat, and making him wear some stupid looking safari hat to keep his ears
from burning.

            It
was my idea to go out on the boat with my family. We hadn’t gone out on the
boat in a while from both of us being so busy. I subconsciously knew what I was
doing, I was trying to recreate my trip with Julia that I had experienced with
Ysabelle, and it wasn’t fucking working.

            I
didn’t know when Julia and I started getting too busy for one another, or when
she started to turn into someone who didn’t want to get her hair wet. She was a
dirt monkey when we were kids. I knew life got in the way sometimes, I hadn’t
noticed when that happened. Had this been a recent change? Or had it always
been like this and I just never noticed.

            We
left off the boat that day and Christian passed out in the car before we were
able to get him to bed.

            Julia
met me in the shower and apologized for being moody, she blamed it on stress
and being tired. We made love in the shower and then once again in our bed.
There were times like this when I had her in my arms that I couldn’t imagine
myself anywhere else.

Then the
image of Ysabelle’s face would come to me, and I once again felt the longing
pull at my heart. It had been a month since I had seen or heard from her. Part
of me wished that she would contact me; I didn’t know how the whole VIP thing
worked. I thought maybe we were passed that, or that I was different, like she
would want to see me again and just reach out.

            I
know that probably wasn’t part of the rules, but it didn’t stop me from wanting
it to happen. I know she felt something for me when we were together. How the
fuck could I blame her, she saw me with my family. She knew what I was, why
would she want to involve herself in my mess. A mess that I had created and
sought out.

            I
hated to think that maybe she felt relieved. What I hated even more was to
think that she hated me or was upset with me. I saw the hurt look in her eyes.
I played with fire and Ysabelle was the one that ended up getting burned.

            I
removed myself from Julia, grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and sat in my
office.

           
S
– Hi. It’s Sebastian.

            What
the fuck was I doing?

Not even
a minute later…

Y – I
know.

S –
How are you?

Y –
Good.

So much
for small talk…

S –
I’m sorry I’m texting so late.

Y –
No worries.

She was
being cold to me and I hated it.

S – I
miss you…

I waited
there for over thirty minutes with no reply; I was about to get up when I heard
my phone ding.

Y –
What does that even mean?

S – I
have no fucking clue. All I know is that I do.

Y –
WTF…

S – I
want to see you again.

Y –
Call Madam.

S –
What if I wanted to see you out of Madam’s terms.

Y –
It doesn’t work that way.

S –
What if I wanted it to?

Again, I
waited for over fifteen minutes for a response, until I heard the familiar
ding. 

Y –
What do you want me to say?

S – I
want you to say yes.

Y –
Call Madam. Goodnight.

It
wasn’t exactly the way I wanted the conversation to go. Even through the phone I
could feel that her wall was up again. I had the pleasure of knocking it down
to fucking it all up and having it build again.

I called
Madam the next morning and set up another appointment.

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            Madam
woke me the next morning to tell me that Sebastian had set up another date. I
was to meet with him at the end of the week on Friday, same hotel and room as
always.           

            I
was done playing these stupid fucking games with him, he wanted to see me
again, then I would make it unforgettable.

            The
week carried on like it always did, I met with returning clients, and even got
to do a little shopping for Friday night.

            I
waxed, showered, straightened my hair, and applied a bit too much makeup. I
went heavy on the eye makeup to make my eyes standout more. I applied shimmery
vanilla and honey lotion all over my skin. I took the price tags off the tight
red satin push up bra that had black lace towards the cleavage, and the
matching Brazilian cut panties. I clipped on the garter set with black
stockings and 6” black leather thigh high boots. I finished it off with silver
hoop earrings.

I looked
myself over in the mirror, before I thought of one last thing and grabbed my
black leather crop from my closet. I put on my black knee length coat and made
my way to the hotel.

Twenty minutes
later and I found myself in front of the same door that I had met him in
before. I took a deep breath, walked right in without knocking, and shut the
door behind me. He was pouring liquor into his glass and raised his head
cocking it to the side when he saw me.

“Good
evening, Mr. Vanwell.” I said, in a sultry voice with his face looking
confused.

“Ysa-“

“Shhh…”
I whispered with my finger to my mouth. “Just watch,” I said, as I undid the
first button of my coat, followed by the next and the next one until all I was
left in was my lingerie.

I
grabbed my crop and slapped it on the palm of my hand; it made a loud snapping
noise. His face wasn’t what I was expecting at all, he looked appalled and
offended.

“What
are you doing?” He scolded.

“What
you want. Isn’t this what you want Mr. Vanwell, because that’s what I do.
That’s what I am, I’m an escort and I’m here to make all your fantasies come
true. Where do you want me? From what I hear you’re paying top dollar Sir, so
you know what that means? It means you could put it anywhere.” I teased.

He ran
his fingers through his hair in a frustrated motion, “Ysa, what are you doing?
This isn’t what I want, I want you.”

“This is
ME, Mr. Vanwell.”

He
slowly walked over to me, “really…I don’t think so. Where’s the woman from the
yacht, huh? I want her. Where’s the Ysa I spent three amazing days with?”

“She’s
here on her terms.” He was getting closer to me, and I fucking knew the moment
he touched me I would be done for.

I circled
around him touching the tip of my crop on him, as I seductively glared at him
up and down.

“Ysa, stop this,” he demanded,
taking my wrist and pulling me back to the front

of
him. I didn't falter, I couldn’t. I slid the crop between his legs and smiled a
deviant smile.       

            “What
is it Mr. Vanwell, you want me on my knees? Huh? You want my hot, wet mouth
around your cock? You want me to take you so deep in the back of my throat that
I fucking gag. How about it, Mr. Vanwell? I’ll even let you come on my face.”
He jerked back releasing me from him.

            I
took the opportunity and got on my knees and reached for the buckle of his
pants. He grabbed both my wrists “stop this! Fucking stop this right now.”

“Oh come
on Mr. Vanwell, if you wanted it rough all you had to do was say please.” I responded
trying to tug my hands free.

“What
the fuck is wrong with you? You think this is what I want? Stop doing this,
before you push me too far.”

“What’s
wrong Mr. Vanwell, you don’t like being used? Or does your Babygirl do this at
home for you.” I sadistically said.

We
struggled like this for the next few minutes, both of us trying to gain the
control over one another. Until I just wanted it to be over.

“This is
what I fucking do, Sebastian. I'm a fucking whore. I fuck both men and women for
money. I’ve had threesomes, I’ve done orgies, and I’ve even had it in every one
of my holes at once, getting it up the ass so hard that I couldn’t fucking walk
the next day!" I angrily screamed.

Before I
even saw it coming, he forcefully pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of
me. He grabbed my face to try to make me look at him and I tightly shut my
eyes.

“Ysa
look at me, open your fucking eyes and look at me.” He demanded, as I shook my
head back in forth trying to get lose.

He
started to gently kiss all over my face and caress me softly, “I’m sorry, I’m
so fucking sorry, Beautiful Girl, my baby, my girl, you’re perfect…I want you…I
just want you, please come back to me. I need you.” He whispered.

I
couldn’t take it anymore and I just started pushing him trying to get myself
free from his grasp, “stop! Get the fuck off me! I don’t want this, I don’t
fucking want you! Get the FUCK off! I fucking hate you, Sebastian! Do you hear
me! I fucking hate you!” I yelled over and over again.

He
wouldn’t let up; he just kept caressing me, kissing me, and whispering sweet
things in my ear. I had enough and pushed him backwards with such force that I
was able to slap him across face. Before I could think of the consequences I
went at him again, except this time he caught my wrist, I tried with the other
hand and he caught that one too.

I laid
there beneath him panting profusely, emotionally and physically spent, tears
falling from my face that I hadn’t noticed were there until that second. I was
expecting him to get up and leave me. But he didn’t, he leaned forward and
kissed me. He kissed me gently and softly with just his lips at first, when I
felt his tongue in my mouth I moaned in surrender.

I had tried
to get rid of him, he just wouldn’t go. I couldn’t do it anymore. I had let him
in and he was planning on staying there with or without my consent.

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What had
I done to this confident beautiful woman? I had broken her and I just wanted to
put her back together again. The week dragged on as if Friday was never going
to be here. The anticipation of seeing her again was wreaking havoc on my
entire life. I couldn’t concentrate at work, I lost a mediocre deal because I
couldn’t close the guy, and I even forgot about Christian’s baseball game,
which caused and argument between Julia and I.

Finally
Friday arrived and I patiently waited for her to appear. I could have never
expected what was to come. I knew the minute she stepped into the room she
wasn’t the Ysa I knew. She was a VIP.

It
wasn’t the lingerie that didn’t do it for me, it was her demeanor. She was
acting like the part she was expected to play; she played it so well I imagined
she had done this hundreds of times before. That hurt my heart more. For
someone like Ysabelle, to be used like that and then discarded was cruel beyond
words.

The way
she threw herself at me and the words that came out of her mouth were punishing.
When she got down on her knees it nearly killed me. To hear of what she thought
of herself and the things she did for money were just adding salt to the open
wound. I didn’t mean to push her, I needed to make her stop, I needed to have
her see me, and be with me. I did the only thing I knew how; I kissed and
caressed, and told her all the things that were true. The things that I held
dear to my heart.