Elle Erotique
Escort Escapades:
They Call Me Trixie: Encounter One
by
Elle Erotique
They Call Me Trixie: Encounter One © copyright July 2010, Elle Erotique
First Electronic Printing July 2010, The Raven Books
Cover art by Natalie Winters, © Copyright 2010
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Escort Escapade:
They Call Me Trixie: Encounter One
by
Elle Erotique
About the Book
Being an escort is easy…if you know the Trix of the trade.
They call me Trixie. I’m whatever you need me to be. Some like me to bend to their whim. Some like me to take charge. Others just like to take me, any way they can. I’m not ashamed of my job. It pays the bills and sometimes—I get off on it. I don’t have those puritanical hangups most Americans do. I like men. I like women. Mostly, I like to make money. Peek inside my world. I dare you. Be warned, my story is short and it is not a romance. It does not have a happily ever after.
Chapter One
I tap my watch, wondering if he’ll be on time or if he’ll be late, as usual. It’s all right. I’m officially on the clock and he has to pay me for my wait time. He’s good for it. I’ve been seeing him on a weekly basis for three years now. He was one of my first clients. He, like so many of them, thinks he can save me from myself and from the life I live. That’s fine too. Means he tips extra.
The hotel I’m in charges me by the hour. I prefer it that way. I’m reliable and they’re trustworthy. I don’t have to worry about the authorities with them. They’d never turn me in. They value my business too much. It’s a place I wouldn’t have picked myself. One of my clients suggested it when I first got into the business. It works so I keep using it. They own a sister hotel across town. I use that a lot too.
There is a plain shade of vanilla on the walls. Spanish tiles cover the floor. It leads out and onto a balcony area. I’ve never used the balcony but it looks nice enough. The comforters and sheets are high thread count. That’s important to me. I take any comfort I can. The pool seems nice too. Someday, I’ll have to try it.
I check my watch again. Mr. Great Eyes is later than usual. His day must be a bad one. He’ll want my ass. He always does when he’s had a bad day.
A black car pulls into the hotel parking lot and I step back from the window. It’s him. I know his car well. Sometimes he fucks me in it. He looks nervous as he exits his vehicle. I don’t know why. He’s not married or cheating on anyone. Not that I’d mind if he was. I view my job as just that, a job. Married men come to me. I ask if they’re married. They tell me no. I see the ring line and know they’re lying and I see the way they watch the clock. Their money spends the same as others.
Mr. Great Eyes knocks on the door and I answer on the third rap. I open the door for him and he enters the room. His blonde hair is slicked back tonight. That’s different for him. It’s normally down and touching his expensive shirt collar. He looks edgier like this. I kind of like the change.
He takes in the sight of me as he begins undoing his tie and then the buttons on his white point collar shirt. It’s Egyptian cotton. Only the best for him. Like me. He says I’m the best. I wish I felt something more for him. He seems like a good guy.
I shut the door and turn to face him. “Hard day at the office?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” he answers swiftly. “I need something extra tonight.”
He eyes me in a way that tells me what he wants without him having to say it. He doesn’t like saying the words. They make him feel dirty.
They don’t bother me.
I help him with his undershirt. It’s as expensive as the outer one. “You want me to lick your ass tonight?”
“No,” he answers. He gives me a knowing look.
“You want to taste mine and you want to fuck me up the ass,” I say.
He nods his head vigorously. “I need it bad, Trixie.”
Trixie isn’t my real name. We both know it but I answer to it all the same and he doesn’t know my real name. I’m careful like that. “Want anything else? Want me to suck your cock? You like that too,” I say. “It always relaxes you.”
“No,” he replies. “I need the other. Just the other for now.”
I undo his dress pants and help him slide them off. He isn’t wearing any underwear. I’m not surprised. Neither am I.
He tugs on my waist and yanks my short skirt over my hips. He likes me to wear business dress clothes but without undergarments. Sometimes, he likes to pretend I’m his secretary. A lot of men do. Whatever they want, I do.
He pushes me against the wall and tries to kiss me. I turn my head. He kisses my neck instead and I run my hands over his back. He’s not as well defined as some of my clients but he’s all right. He feels nice under my fingertips. His cock is a good size. Not too big. Not too small.
“I missed you,” he whispers. He bites at my neck as his fingers find my cunt. I’m not wet yet. It doesn’t matter. He won’t be fucking that hole anyways. At least not just yet.
He rips open my layered v-neck, silk blouse and my tits spill out at him. They’re great tits. Everyone tells me as much. He smiles and grabs them, squeezing them hard. It hurts but in a good way. Besides, I’m used to a little pain.
I try to stroke him but he stops me.
“No,” he says. “I’m ready.”
“Condom,” I prompt. I make all my clients wear them. Most don’t like it. I don’t care. I’m safe like that.
He steps back and nods. I hand him the foil wrapper and he takes it from me. He handles putting it on his cock. When he’s done, he stares at me and bites his tongue a little. “I want you on your back with your legs up high. Knees by your ears.”
I do as he asks. I lay on the bed and bring my knees to my head. He leans over me, stroking his cock and fixating on my puckering asshole. He gathers spit in his mouth and then bends, spitting into my anus. He keeps doing this until spittle is running down my ass and back. He thrusts two fingers into my ass and I relax as much as I can. It hurts less when I relax.
He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean before putting his cock head against my asshole. He shoves in hard enough to make me gasp. He likes it when I gasp. Most do.
He pumps in and out of my ass. He likes to pull all the way out each time and stare at my hole. It puckers and makes strange noises. He looks pleased and crams his dick back in me. I gasp more. This excites him and he moves faster—thrusting in and out of me.
I reach down and touch my clit. He always likes it when I do that. He nods and keeps fucking my ass. His body is tense. “Trixie, can I take the condom off and come in you?”
“No,” I answer between pants. He knows the rules. He still asks every time he fucks my ass though. I think he just likes to ask. I don’t think he really expects me to say yes.
He pushes hard on my legs and forces my knees to touch the bed. The position isn’t comfortable but I don’t say anything. All I do is pant and gasp for his benefit and rub my clit for mine.
He tries to kiss my mouth again but I don’t let him. I tug his head and line his mouth up with my left tit. He sucks on my nipple and pleasure creeps up on me. I’ll come soon. He always makes me come. Not all do. But he does.
He bites my nipple lightly and I toss my head back. This time, my gasp is for real. He shoves his cock in me all the way and holds it there. I know he’s coming. I also know that, like so many of my clients, he’s taken a pill to help him get hard again. He holds his shaft, shaking the base of it. He pulls it out of me and wet sucking sounds come from my asshole. He grins and bends. He sticks his tongue out far and then licks around my ass, rimming it. It feels good so I squirm on the bed. He likes it when I squirm for him. I won’t come right now but I know he’ll make me come soon.
Chapter Two
He pulls me tighter to him and rubs my arm. It’s intimate in a way that makes him feel special. He strokes my cheek next. “My boss is a total bitch,” he says.
He’s told me as much before.
“Do you think she’ll get the transfer to the Rome office that she’s been after?” I question.
He grins. He’s happy I remember details about his life. “Possibly.”
“What about you? Could you get transferred to another office?”
“Yes,” he says. He kisses my neck. “But it would mean I’d be far away from you.”
I like him. He’s a good client. I’d miss him if he left but not in the way he wants me to miss him. “Then you should stay.”
His smile is real as he tries to kiss my lips. I don’t shy away. It’s a mistake. I know it. Still, I don’t stop him. His lips meet mine and I open my mouth to him. His tongue dips in and I moan into his mouth. He tastes good. Like mint. He breaks the kiss and stares down at me.
“Let’s get dressed and then I’ll take you out for dinner. We could catch a show and then maybe, we could go back to my place. It’s a bit of a drive but we’d be there in two hours.”
“I can’t,” I say.
He kisses me again. “You could. It would be nice, Trix.”
“I can’t. I have to leave in an hour.”
His expression hardens. “Cancel your next booking.”
He knows I double book on nights he’s with me.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Trix, if it’s a money issue, tell me what you need and I’ll handle it,” he says. “Cancel the other. I’ll pay for the entire night. I’ll pay for the rest of the week. Come home with me.”
I know he has that kind of money. I also know it’s a bad idea. I shake my head and pull on his shoulders. He dips and I kiss him this time—on the lips and then cover his face in kisses. I really, really wish I could feel something for this man.
I twist in his arms and stare up at him. I like his blue eyes. He has great eyes. I can’t fixate on them anymore. I have to talk about something. Anything else. “If you hate it so much, why not look for another job?” I ask.
He laughs. “It’s not that easy. I don’t hate it. I just hate my boss. You’re lucky you don’t have a boss to answer to.”
Lucky isn’t what I call myself. I work hard. I’m my own boss. I don’t answer to a pimp or a Madame or an agency. I have friends in the industry. We watch out for one another. Our reasons for doing it differ. Some need to pay their way through school, others have families to support and some just like the thrill of it all. I have my own personal reasons for doing what I do. I don’t want to share them. I like to stay private. It’s part of the reason I handle everything myself. I like it that way. I control who I see and when I see them. Plus, I control the money flow. When I’m ready to walk away from it all, I and I alone will make the decision. No one else.
He tries to kiss me again and I shy away. He kisses my cheek and neck.
He picks up his cock and rubs it. I washed it off for him with a washcloth after he finished fucking my ass. It’s clean and dry now. He wants to fuck me again. I can tell. I try to slide over him but he stops me.
“No,” he says. “I want to be in you.”
“Let me suck you,” I punctuate my words. He likes it when I offer to go down on him. He never lasts long when I do it though. He says I’m too good at making him come that way.
He smacks his lips together. “No. I need to be in you, Trixie. You make the day better.”
I should for what he pays me an hour.
I roll onto my back and he moves up and over me. He tries to push his cock into me but I stop him and reach for a condom. He makes a noise of protest but puts it on like I know he would.
He thrusts into my cunt and I grab hold of his upper body. I like it when he lays down on me and fucks me. It stimulates my clit and I come faster. He knows what makes me come so he lays down on me fully. He pushes and pumps and I grind against him. He keeps it up and I hold my breath. Pleasure crashes over me and makes my body shake. My quim tightens on his cock. He knows I’m coming. He always knows when I’m coming.
He grins. “Good girl,” he says.
He fucks me harder. He stops lying flat on me and lifts up some. He pushes harder, shoving me into the bed. It hurts somewhat. I kind of like the pain. My mind wanders as I lay there. My body feels good. Really good. I let him just keep fucking me, as hard or as soft as he wants. He does. I come again and he looks proud of himself.
He takes hold of my wrist and pulls my arm up and over my head. I let him kiss my neck more and encourage him to suck on my nipples. He’s a tit man. He licks them and buries his face in them. I let him. His cheeks are rough, like sandpaper. They leave red marks on my boobs. I wriggle under him. He keeps fucking me. Now that he’s come once tonight, he’ll last longer.
“Harder,” I say. He likes it when I add some dirty talk.
He pumps harder.
I jerk as my orgasm hits. It’s a good one. It makes my belly and pussy clench.
It’s his turn to gasp. He shoves in deep but doesn’t come. He pulls back and then slams into me again. It’s hard. Rough. Different for him. I don’t stop him though. He needs this. I like giving him what he needs. He bites his lip and slams into me. His body shakes and I know he’s coming too. He collapses on me and pants.
“Thank you,” he says.
He kisses my cheek. It’s a sweet gesture. He’s a sweet guy.
“You’re welcome,” I respond.
He stays in me. “Run away with me.”
I smile as I touch his cheek. “Same time next week?”
He sighs. It’s all the answer he’ll get out of me. “Yes.”
He kisses my cheek quickly and pulls out of my pussy. He enters the bathroom and I lay there, thinking about what it would be like to actually run off with him. I really wish I felt something for him.
Epilogue
It’s my turn in the bathroom. We don’t share it. He doesn’t like to share it. I respect his choice. He’s in the room. I know he’s dressing and will leave before I’m done. I prefer it that way. I don’t like long goodbyes. There is no point to them. I’ll see him again. I always do. I stand under the stream of water and wash away the traces of sex. I used to be sore after sex like that. Not anymore. I’m used to it.
I make sure to avoid getting my long, dark hair wet. It will take too long to dry and I have another appointment tonight. I always double book on Wednesdays. I step out of the shower and towel dry. I have clean clothes in the room. I’ll change before leaving and heading across town to my next client’s home. He prefers to fuck me there, in his own bed.
I exit the bathroom and step into the empty hotel room. Ten one-hundred dollar bills lay neatly upon the dresser top. I walk to them and stick them in my bag before pulling out the nightie I’ll wear on my next job. I slip it on and look at the wastepaper basket. A crumpled piece of paper is there. It wasn’t there before. I retrieve it. It’s a letter from Mr. Great Eyes. It talks about his feelings for me. He thinks he loves me. I’m sure he doesn’t. He wants me to give up this life and be his. Then again, he didn’t actually give me the letter so he might have changed his mind. I hope so. I can’t be with him like that. He’s just a client. Nothing more. Nothing less.
With a slow reluctance, I dress. I reapply my makeup and stare at my reflection in the mirror. I’m what people call beautiful. At least on the outside. But you, you can call me Trixie.
The End
About The Author
Elle Erotique is the alter ego of an established, bestselling author. Elle wanted the freedom to write whatever she wanted without pre-established notions getting in the way.
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They Call Me Trixie: Encounter Two
They Call Me Trixie: Encounter Three
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I sat very still on the edge of the bed in Pallo’s room, trying to keep the focus off me as much as possible. I looked around at the décor. It was done very contemporary. The walls were a charcoal gray. The room had an amazingly grand fireplace in it, and a large zebra print area rug covering the floor. Pallo had to have spent a fortune on that—the room was massive. Spotlights ran from floor to ceiling on what resembled metal ladders. Some funky spiral iron sculpture sat near a black door. It was not the door we had come in, so I didn’t know where it went. There were two identical black dressers on both sides of the bed—which was unbelievably enormous. If you took two king-sized beds and placed them side by side, then extended it at least two feet further, you’d be in the ballpark of this thing. Red satin bedcovers ran across it. There was no headboard, only a mound of white and red pillows of all shapes and sizes. Sheer, charcoal black curtains hung on rods that went all the way around the perimeter of the bed. The curtains were pulled to one side, exposing the bed to all prying eyes. The guy had taste. I was impressed.
Caleb spoke, and I glanced up at him.
“She was attacked. I cleaned her wounds. You have nothing in this fortress of yours to cleanse troll bites, I’m sure of that. Would you rather I brought her to you to die? Isn’t that getting a little old?” he asked in a bitter voice. He stood near the entrance to the room with his back to me. His long blond hair seemed to soak up the lighting in the room and cast it back out. He was still a sight that took my breath away, and I was beginning to wonder if it was because he was a faerie or if it was just the lust spell.
Caleb wasn’t the first faerie I’d encountered. There had been one other, a man. He would appear to me often throughout my childhood, always watching me, never speaking. I’d been struck by a car once, a drunk driver, and the mysterious man with the long black hair and navy eyes had come to my aide. He healed me and repaired my bike. I was not sexually attracted to him at all. Caleb, on the other hand, I was drawn to in a carnal way and I had no idea why.
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Ken would also be mad when he found out that I scored a big fat zero in the information department. My rankings were moving up considerably in the falling head over heels for strange guys area. At least something was headed in a northerly direction.
Pallo’s body language shifted, turning aggressive—scary. Lightning-fast, he advanced on Caleb with his eyes burning black and fangs extended. I sucked in a breath as he brushed toward Caleb. Caleb simply put his hand up and shot his power out to hold Pallo back from him. I could feel Caleb’s power moving through the air in the room.
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They couldn’t have been talking about me. I’d just met them—we had no history. Whoever they were talking about was definitely a source of contention between them.
Glad it wasn’t me.
Pallo’s gaze still burned black when he turned to me. I gasped and scooted further onto the bed. He stormed across the room and put his face between my legs. “Clean up—I can smell him on you.”
I sat there, frozen, terrified. He snatched hold of my upper arms, and I winced as pain shot through my troll bite.
“I said clean up!”
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