Chapter 1
I stared at her in her skin tight dress. She was dressed for a night out while I looked more like a bum than I would have liked. It had been a while since I shaved and I could tell I was starting to look a bit rough. Even my hair was starting to grow out a bit longer than my liking. I sat down in my chair and leaned back further in the seat than would have been polite as I let my eyes slip down her body.
She looked ready for a risque night out but instead she was standing in my high rise looking confident and determined. That confidence was slowly waning as I just kept silent and watched her with my arms crossed.
"So..." She started, waiting for me to finish her sentence and try to get the night started. "So." I said with amusement as she began to fidget in her spot. "How do you want to go about this?" She asked me and put on a seductive, but faltering, smile. "Isn't this your job? Shouldn't you know how to do it?" I threw back at her making her almost flinch as all the confidence left her body.
When I called the escort service I had asked for their newest girl. They thought that I probably wanted to break in the fresh meat, but in reality I wanted the newest girl for her raw emotions and the way she would fidget like she is doing now. I even paid extra just for her. Just to have her for the evening, then the night and I even had the option of the next day, if I chose it.
Having sex with someone you know is something easy. Having a one night stand is a lot more difficult. But having sex with someone for money? That was something that would carry a level of uncertainty, guilt, and doubt. It was a by product of a toxic environment and society.
I simply stared down this little girl, and that was what she was mind you. Probably 20 or 21, I forgot what the agency told me.
"I know you asked the agency for a new girl. This is my first job, so don't expect too much." She whispered and at last the final bit of confidence drained from this vision before me. I stood up and walked towards her. My hand rose to brush her hair behind her ear before my finger tips traced down her face. I let them brush over her cheeks, still round and not yet taking on the angled features of a woman. I let them dip lower and lower. Over the delicate column of her neck and down across the span of her chest and down between the swell of her breasts.
She swayed slightly and shivered as my fingers finally fell away from her. Tawny hair, full figured with curves for days, and plump lips that suited the innocent look of her eyes. She was perfect.
"I don't want to have sex with you." I said quietly making her snap out of her daze. "What?" She whispered back to me, those angled brows furrowed together as confusion flitted across those green eyes. I shrugged and walked backwards until the back of my knees hit my chair and I fell into it again.
"I make sculptures. Art, if you will. I've never sculpted a nude body before and I just need you to pose for me." I explained and she immediately deflated. The false pretense of confidence and sexual prowess fell from her as she immediately dawned a delicate lost look that suited her better.
"Oh..." She whispered as her arms came around to wrap her body in a protective gesture. "What do you need me to do?"
"Strip."
Those big, light green eyes widened and she almost protested until I think the reality of the situation dawned on her and she unzipped the dress and let it fall to her feet.
Then came the lingerie and finally all there was left was a beautiful woman in nothing but those ridiculous heels.
"I said 'strip' that means everything." I muttered, getting annoyed. She looked down and nodded before kicking off the shoes. She was a lot shorter than I had imagined. She probably came half way up my chest and quite frankly this suited her better than being six inches taller on those death traps.
She was so very nervous as I stared at her unwaveringly. Finally I could tell she was getting a bit too antsy so I broke the tension by grabbing the silk robe that had been draped over the chair and tossing it to her. "Put that on." I ordered and watched as she obeyed immediately. It was tempting, I'll admit, she was right there. Mine to do as I pleased and I so desperately needed to get laid but, there was the more important part of me that wanted to get back to the clay and sculpt her body.
I sighed as she wrapped the silk around herself as tightly as possible. Her form pressing the fabric into a perfect full figure. That was all I needed. The shape of her. Her flaws. Her perfections. Everything.
"Follow me." I said as I led her upstairs to my workspace. I held the door open as she carefully stepped inside. The sexy smell of her perfume made me shut my eyes and almost waft after her like a cartoon character. I shook my head and stepped in after her and shutting the door behind me. God, she looked beautiful.
I made her sit on the stool by the window and just hold still while I got my paper and pencils. I watched from the corner of my eyes that she was still bewildered by my request as she gazed around the room. The floor to ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of San Diego that included the bay.
"Why did you hire an escort to pose? I'm sure you could have gotten an art student or something to do this instead." She said quietly as she watched me from her seat.
I turned slowly to look at her before turning back to my supply shelves.
"I've done that already. They do nothing for me."
Her eyebrows rose dramatically and she leaned forward. "What do you mean?"
I shrugged as I pulled a small table and chair to the spot where I wanted to sit and draw her. She was waiting patiently for me to answer, those light brows and that tawny hair shining in the light of the setting sun. God, what a beauty.
I sat down and placed the sketch pad in my lap. "I was raised very conservatively. So no matter how open minded I am, there is still some subconscious part of me that finds this wrong and exciting. All the models, I don't know, I've come to understand them and expect the unexpected with them. But you? You're new. You're full of emotion. Even you think this is wrong. I can tell by the look on your face." I said firmly as she blushed and leaned back in her seat.
"Oh." Is all she said as she finally grasped the situation. "Well what do you want me to do?" her voice came out tentative and fragile. "Loosen the robe. I want to see your skin not the fabric."
She listened obediently and quickly unfastened the belt on the robe. The fabric parted slightly, in a slit, giving me a view of the delicate skin between her breasts and then down her chest. Lower and lower until it ended right below her belly button.
"Slide the fabric off of one shoulder."
She obeyed immediately as usual. She was still a bit to clothed for my taste but I figured I would ease her into it.
"So what? Do you go and chip away at a block of marble now?" She said as she watched me raptly. I chuckled and tapped my pencil on the sketch book. "Not so fast. I need to sketch you out first and get some inspiration." She nodded and rested her hands in her lap as she waited patiently. God, her posture was so bad. I cringed at the toll that her slouching must have on her back.
I pulled the glasses off my face and set them down on the table beside me. "Sit straight." I told her harshly as I felt irritation flood me. She frowned and looked down, "But I am..."
I sighed, feeling even more irritated, but instead of yelling at her, I stood and decided to help her myself.
I stepped up to her and then circled her so I was standing behind the lovely woman. I reached around her and grabbed her jaw gently in my hand and pressed my other hand into the dip of her back. I pulled her face up and straight while pushing my other hand into her back. She immediately looked better. Her body curving like a woman's should. Holy hell, she was a thing of beauty.
I let my hand slip down over her bare skin and graze her hard nipple before finally resting over her belly button. I let my whole hand engulf as much of her skin as I could over the area. I gently rubbed my thumb over the skin and felt her breathing quicken. "Remember, keep your back straight and your head up. When you get uncomfortable, let me know and we'll take a break." I was about to walk back to my seat but I couldn't help it as my hands wandered between her legs and grazed her thighs over the fabric.
She shivered in my arms as I traced patterns over her flesh. I tugged the material off her thigh and exposed more of her legs. "Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see all of you." I whispered in her ear as I finally cupped her between the legs and let my finger trace her slit. She gasped and clutched my arm as she shook quietly.
I chuckled in her ear and finally pulled away to go to my own seat. That blush of hers had spread down the expanse of her chest and made me grin wildly. So sensitive.
"Can we talk while you draw? It seems awfully boring to just be sitting here." She asked tentatively as I began to sketch an outline of her face. "What would you like to talk about?" I asked her absent-mindedly.
"Oh I don't know... How old are you?"
"30" I said curtly as her eyes widened. "You don't look it." She said disbelievingly. I scoffed and looked up at those green eyes. "Trust me sweetheart I have enough grey hairs and achy joints to be 50. No need to flatter me."
She giggled quietly and furrowed those brows, "I'm not flattering you. I'm telling the truth." She said.
"Whats your name?" I asked but cut her off before she could reply, "I want your real name, not some made up bullshit like Bambi, or Diamond, or Cherry."
She frowned at me again and shook her head, "I'm Maya."
"I'm Ramsey. Its nice to meet you Maya."
