Whatever the Cost (5 page)

“Walk a little for me. I didn’t really get to see you walk.”

“Okay,” Liam nods, pacing across the room. He walks into the kitchen, then back.

“Take your time. Keep your hips loose. Don’t be afraid to move ’em. Walk like you’re dancing,” Jacen suggests. “Yeah, good. That’s really good,” he grins, as Liam exaggerates his movements a little more. “Just don’t over-do it. You might give him a stroke. Or fall with those crazy heels. Did Della buy those too?”

“No, those are... mine,” Liam mutters, eyes downcast. “Thanks, Jace. Really. You always give me great tips. It’s really helpful.”

“No problem,” he nods.

“I’m gonna, um, get freshened up, so—”

“Yeah. Of course.”

Jacen, still mortified, watches him go, staring helplessly at the way Liam’s ass shifts and sways under the silk as he walks away toward the stairs. As soon as he hears the door close upstairs, Jacen inhales deeply of the air in the room, moaning softly on the exhale when he can still detect a faint whiff of peaches. Slumping down on the couch, he yanks open his fly. Pulling out his straining erection with the hand that had just been caressing the butter-smooth inside of Liam’s bare thigh, Jacen jerks off furiously at the thought of what could have happened if he hadn’t stopped, and had let Liam wriggle on his lap. Jacen fantasizes about getting a double handful of the firm muscle of Liam’s ass, rubbing Liam’s cock through the special black lace panties with the hidden panel designed to tuck away his genitals, feeling him get hot and wet and shoot inside them purely because of Jacen’s touch.

Coming in hot splatters over himself thinking of his best friend, Jacen, who never feels guilty about anything he does, aches at the cold pit of shame that forms in his gut and heads to the bathroom to clean up some of his mess.

Liam doesn’t realize that his client, ‘Chris,’ is
that
Chris until he arrives at the hotel room as Leah.

Chris is someone he knows, sort of. One of Liam’s regulars is Adam Chance, a C-list actor on a network TV show. To Hollywood, the media and most of the world, Adam is straight, and married. But in reality, Adam’s interests are more varied, so Liam obliges whenever he needs to. Sometimes Adam is interested in performing for an audience, just like he does at work, so he’ll invite friends to watch when Liam is scheduled to visit. Chris, aka Christopher Morrow, another actor, is one of those friends. Chris has sipped scotch and watched from afar as Adam fucked Liam six ways from Sunday, or vice versa, depending on Adam’s mood that day, but not once has Chris deigned to participate. Participation costs extra and requires prior warning. Liam wouldn’t have been averse to it, it just never happened. It never even came up. So he’s a little surprised when the door opens with Chris on the other side, ‘Chris’ who ordered
Leah
specifically.

It would have been easier for Liam to be Leah when the client didn’t already know him as Liam, or, rather, one of Liam’s characters. Rattled for a few seconds, he blinks at Chris, who is looking him up and down with dark lust in his eyes and evident satisfaction, practically drooling.

I can do this. Focus. Remember how it was with Jacen. Go with that. He’s ‘Chris’ not Adam’s friend. If I can be Leah, he can be someone else, too.

The dance begins; Liam embraces the persona of Leah entirely. Just like that, he’s not himself at all anymore. He’s
her
.

“Hey, Leah,” Chris croons, reaching out and circling Leah’s wrist with his fingers, using the grip to guide her into the room.

Leah plays up the bashful act, working her false eyelashes for all they’re worth and making sure to sway her hips when she walks. Taking her directly over to the back of the couch, Chris positions himself behind Leah and wraps his hands around her waist.

“You’re not shy, are you? This your first time?”

“Yes,” Leah says, letting her voice flutter and lilt, speaking hesitantly to convey timidity. “I don’t—”

“Shh,” Chris hushes, slipping his right hand around Leah’s waist and down to her crotch, humming at the flat, smooth plane he finds at the junction of her legs. Rubbing lightly over it, he cups her left breast with his other hand and squeezes. She gasps, reacting to the intimate contact. He pins her against the back of the couch and fits his pelvis to the curve of her ass, letting her feel how hard he is. “Don’t talk. You just stand there, lookin’ pretty. Damn, the dirty things I’m gonna do to you. Gonna be dirty with me, baby? Are you a
bad girl
?”

Leah hums and bites her lip, even though doing so makes her think of Jacen, writhing for show when Chris’s hand rubs harder between Leah’s legs, like he’s rubbing her clit. Breasts heaving, she presses into the shameless groping and fondling of her fake tits.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. That’s why I had to have you.”

Chris lifts her skirt, flipping it up in the back to expose her ass. Leah makes a soft sound of feigned surprise when Chris slips a leg between her thighs, spreading them open. Grabbing the back of the couch, Leah bends forward slightly, pushing out her ass, sticking out her tits too, like Jacen said to, but at the same time, tries to somehow remain demure and shocked.

“Fuck. Your ass in that thong,” Chris groans. “Looks good enough to eat. You wear that just for me? You did, didn’t you? Dirty girl. I’ll show you what I do to dirty girls....”

Leah is glad she lubed up before coming over as she feels two dry fingers trace down the back of the thong, through her crack. They wriggle and rub over her pucker as Chris breathes roughly against her neck, squeezing her breast harder, stroking down her abs once in a while but always returning there, like he needs to have hold of the ‘proof’ of Leah’s gender.

“Don’t,” Leah whimpers, only because she senses that Chris wants her to. It works. Chris growls back in his throat and forces the fingers through, impaling her on them. Fighting for show, Leah twists weakly in Chris’s encircling hold, and on his fingers as they work, rotating and questing deeper into her body, grinding against her wet inner walls. “Please....”

“A dirty girl like you deserves to have her asshole fingered. Doesn’t she? Know what else she deserves?”

Leah makes a small frightened sound as she glances back over her shoulder in order to make sure Chris is putting on a rubber. If Chris isn’t doing so, he’s going to have his little fantasy disrupted whether he likes it or not, because Leah won’t let Chris’s dick anywhere near her without it, helpless girl routine be damned. But she sees Chris rolling one on, so she relaxes and continues to pretend to be nervous.

The two fingers slide in and out of her, fucking her shallowly as she tenses up, clenching intentionally around them. Chris grabs her by the back of the neck, her red hair swept over one shoulder. He holds Leah still as he pulls free of her hole and uses the hand to steady his dick instead, slapping it against her slick knot, the thong now nudged to one side.

With gentle pressure, far gentler than Leah expected really, Chris presses inside, breaching her with just the head first, then feeding the rest of his length in gradually, being much easier on Leah than she’s used to. Chris curses under his breath and groans. Once he’s fully nestled in Leah’s heat, Chris caresses over her curves, her hips and narrow waist, back up to her fake tits, holding on to them as he fucks Leah tenderly.

It doesn’t last long before Chris is filling the condom with a gravelly moan and kissing along the back of Leah’s neck, praising her for being such a good, sweet girl. Staring at the windows and fading daylight, Leah is detached from what’s happening, merely waiting to be dismissed. Taking his time in pulling out, Chris fingers over Leah’s panties, plucking at the lace and elastic. It goes on and on, and Leah wonders at what the hold-up is, if Chris is trying to psych himself up for round two, when Chris’s hand suddenly pushes down inside the front of Leah’s underwear, rubbing hard over smoothly-waxed skin. Almost violently, he pushes the panties down and tugs Leah’s cock out. With a trembling hand, Chris strokes it, getting Leah hard.

Leah breathes out in a rush of air, taken completely by surprise. Every nervous touch Chris gives her evaporates any sort of intelligent reaction or protest, so Leah goes with it. It takes her a few moments to really get into it, but there is intensity to Chris’s demeanor and evident desire, more so even than before.

When Chris pulls out a second condom, Leah moans freely as it gets slowly rolled onto her. Her last coherent thought is,
Well, now, this is interesting
....

Jacen takes a hand from Liam’s deck and isn’t mentally there at all for his appointment with Claudia that night. When he bends her over and fucks her doggy style, he pretends she’s Leah in the green dress and red wig, even though Jacen has never had to fantasize to enjoy sex before. The real thing has always been enjoyable enough on its own. It makes him feel bad for Claudia’s sake, since he’s been with her for months. It feels like he’s cheating her out of the full experience of what she’s paying him for. But Claudia doesn’t seem to notice. In fact, she tells him some of her more secret fantasies as they screw, with Jacen pounding her wet pussy from behind, dreaming of being buried balls-deep in Liam’s sweet ass. And when she mentions that she wants to see Jacen fuck another man while she watches, Jacen comes with a guttural moan, nearly passing out from the force of it as his vision whites out and he pumps into her, trying to maintain it until she comes too. He expertly fingers her clit, rubbing it until she orgasms and he’s out of there twenty minutes later, showered and dressed.

When he gets home, Liam is already there, which is unsurprising since Jacen’s appointment was at nine, two hours later than Liam’s. What does surprise Jacen is that Liam is just starting to get undressed when he goes upstairs to check on how things went.

Standing at the door to Liam’s bedroom suite, Jacen pushes his hands into his jeans’ pockets in case there’s a repeat of his Liam-induced boner. He feels his throat go dry at the sight of Liam in a bathrobe, golden hair dusting his tan forehead, the red wig laid carefully on a mannequin head on his dressing table. He’s still painted with the elegant make-up, false eyelashes, lipstick and earrings. His bare, smooth legs protrude from the robe, his feet unclad as well, and Jacen secretly hopes that Liam is naked under the robe, or maybe wearing just the lace thong.

The cold pit of shame grows larger.

He can’t speak at first, going suddenly self-conscious like he’s some nervous kid, and Jacen is so totally unused to something like that happening to him that he’s at a loss. Staring at Liam, his heart beating more strongly than it should, he apologizes with his eyes and lingers where he is as Liam removes the earrings from the holes in his earlobes, watching the reflection of Jacen’s imposing form in the mirror.

“Hey. How was Claudia?”

Jacen grunts, shrugs, thinking,
Boring as hell until I started to pretend she was you, bent over, wet and willing, and begging for my cock.

“That exciting, huh?” Liam chuckles. “Damn.”

He grabs a jar and unscrews the lid, taking a swipe of some white cream and smearing it over his face.

“Y-yeah, uh. Nothing really to report,” Jacen stumbles. “How was Leah received? Was she punished for being a bad girl or something?” He regrets the tease even before it leaves his mouth.

Liam glances downward, away from Jacen, and Jacen opens his mouth to apologize when Liam says, “Funny you say that. It kind of did start like that.” He stops there, letting the suggestion hang between them, floating invisible on the air currents.

Knowing he shouldn’t ask, that he should just make sure Liam is all right and talk about something else, Jacen ignores logic and asks, “Did he spank you?”

Yanking out a few tissues from the box, Liam wipes away the cold cream and considers his reply. “No. Nothing like that. It was....” He pauses there, debating whether he is actually going to talk about this or not. They hardly ever seriously divulge the details of their appointments with clients with each other. Liam can count on one hand the number of times Jacen has explained to him anything specific about what transpired and it was always after a bad experience, to explain away injuries or why he had to stop at the clinic to get patched up before coming back home. Then, there was the one nightmarish time Jacen had had to call Liam to come pick him up because he couldn’t even stand, let alone drive a car. Never have they talked about a good, successful exchange. It’s uncharted territory for them. But Liam decides he’s too boggled by his night to want to keep it to himself.