VIP (28 page)

I had
this connection with her in the same way that I had had with Olivia, this
gravitational pull that I had no fucking explanation for. It was just there.

I walked
back into the banquet and for the second time I watched her leave on the arm of
another man. I knew right then and there that one taste of her just wasn’t
enough and that I had to see her again.

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            Have
you ever had a dream that felt like it was real? I was dreaming about a man’s
hands on me, they were caressing my back, my breasts, and my thighs. His lips
were all over me at once and he was murmuring sweet words to me. How much he
loved me and wanted me. How perfect I was, how I was made for him.

            I
could feel my breathing becoming erratic. The groans that he was releasing made
it all the more inviting for my moans. Then I heard him whisper, “Open your
eyes.”

            I
did and I saw his face, Sebastian. Holy hell. What the hell is wrong with me? I
was dreaming about him. I pulled away and I saw the look of confusion and hurt,
a look I have seen on him before. He pulled me back in and I felt his hand once
again run up the center of my bare thigh, it got closer to where I wanted him, sending
chills down my spine. I couldn’t help moaning and smiling as I rolled over to
face him.

“Gabriel!”
I said in shock.

“Uh,
were you expecting someone else?”

I
laughed, “Of course not. You just startled me for a second. Um…I’ve got to go.”
I stated trying to get off the bed.

“Wait,”
he said grabbing my arm. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”

I turned
and smiled, “Gabriel, let go. I’ll see you later.” I pulled my arm away and
kissed his lips. I grabbed my gown and put my panties and bra in my purse.

I picked
up his collared shirt off the ground, “You don’t mind if I borrow this do you?”
I said as I was buttoning it up.

“Lover,
how is it that anything you wear makes me hard for you?” I rolled my eyes and
laughed.

I tossed
my heels to the passenger seat and started my car. What the fuck was that all
about? Did I really just have a dream about Sebastian? I turned the XM satellite
radio BPM station trying to drown out the thoughts of his hands on me.

My
fingers brushed upon my lips, the same lips that kissed him last night. I had
kissed endless amounts of men and never thought about it after, not even
Gabriel and I was with him often. Why did his lips leave me yearning for his
touch? Why was I even thinking about this?

I needed
a girl day.

“Hey Bella,
how was your night?” Brooke asked.

“It was
fine, let’s go to Harbor Spa. I need to be pampered and relaxed. Come with me.”

“Love
to, I’ll meet you in an hour.”

Taking
time for myself was what I needed. I was working too hard and too much, that
was all. Maybe I needed to tell Madam that I was taking a vacation for a bit. I
was seeing too many men and it was catching up with me. My mind couldn’t tell
apart the jobs anymore. This was why I was thinking about Sebastian. Nothing
more nothing less.

I owed
him nothing, not even these annoying thoughts of whatever the fuck I was
thinking. He was just another client, just another man.

Carlisle’s
hands were amazing on my tense muscles. It worked and my mind was soon replaced
with nothing and the tension being erased from my body. This was what I needed.
We spent the rest of the day by the pool gossiping and talking.

I found
myself not wanting to be alone that day. I wanted Brooke to be there with me. I
needed to be distracted from my distraction. I was certain of one thing and
that was that I had to get my shit together.

The next
couple of weeks my mind went back to its rightfully normal state, where  I
hadn’t thought about Sebastian. After I hadn’t received another call from Madam
about seeing him again, I realized that he wasn’t going to call.

I was at
ease with that assumption. My mind was clearer and I was once again back to
enjoying my men. I had seen a few new clients and gone to a couple more
parties. Tonight was no different except we were having a girl’s night out. It
had been a while since the VIPs and I had gone out.

            Madam
liked to call it socializing, I knew what we were doing. It was a way of
bringing in new business. It gave us a chance to put ourselves out there,
without actually having to do anything.

            Madam
had reserved a VIP table for us by the DJ booth. At one of my favorite clubs in
all of Miami. It was the one we always frequented. Celebrities and Miami’s
hottest always showed their faces at this club.

            I
dressed in a tight black short lace dress. It had lace going down one arm and
the other was bare. It barely came past my ass and it showed all of my leg. My
breasts were covered, the older I got the more I realized that showing one body
part was more than enough to get men craving you.

            Most
men like class with just a hint of slutty. I finished off my ensemble with nude
pumps. That was also just as important, always, and I do mean always wear fuck
me heels. The more they killed your feet at the end of the night, the more
certain you could be that they were perfect.

            All
the VIPs were dressed to the nines. Champagne and vodka flowed. The music was
pumping and I was shaking my ass like there was no tomorrow. The music was loud
and it made it difficult for us to talk, but that was the great thing about
being a VIP; we didn’t have to talk to know we were united. We all danced
around or on each other, putting on a show for whoever wanted to watch. It was
what we did and we were fucking amazing at it.

I looked
down at the crowd and noticed that an older gentleman was eye fucking the shit
out of me.

            “He
likes you Bells.” Brooke spoke in my ear over the music, “You know what they
say about older men?”

            “More
money.” I acknowledged, while she shook her head laughing.

            “Reel
him in Bells.”

            I
made my way down to the bar and just like clockwork he was next to me in
seconds.

            “Let
me buy you a drink, Dollface,” he offered.

            This
man was a lot older than what I was used to. He had to be in his early 60’s he
was definitely handsome, I could tell that he was a heart breaker back in the
day.

            “Isn’t
that line a little cliché? I mean that’s as bad as saying, let’s get out of
here.” I teased playing with the collar of his shirt.

            “Well,
you see I’m old school, Dollface.”

            I
giggled, “And what makes you think I’m interested? I mean you’re old enough to
be my father and I can quite assure you, that I don’t need a sugar daddy,
Dollface.
”

            “You’re
a pistol, I love that. How much?” I jerked back.     

“Excuse
me?”

            “Don’t
play coy, I’ve been around the block way before your time. I know Madam’s girls
when I see one. Now…how much?”

            “For
you…it’s going to cost you.” I stated, touching the tip of his nose with my
finger.

            “Not
even all the Viagra in the world could have me keep up with you, I want you for
my son.”

            I
raised my eyebrows in surprise, “Your son?” I questioned.

            “You
see the young man behind you staring daggers.” I turned and saw just what he
was talking about. He was gorgeous except for one thing…

            I
turned back around, “He can’t be older than eighteen.”

            “Actually,
it’s his eighteenth birthday. My son is a lot of things though he’s also a
virgin and he wants you. So, now I ask again…how much?”

            Now
I had done some pretty fucked up shit, this was the first time that I was being
bought to take some boy’s virginity.

            “You
see
Daddy,
it doesn’t work that way. There are steps that need to be
followed before I can even allow this to go any further.” I assured.

            “Check
your phone.” He responded.

            I
reached into my clutch and grabbed my iPhone. I saw the screen said I had a
text from Madam I swiped it over.

           
M
– Surprise, Bella Rosa! He’s good to go, be gentle…you name the price.

I shook
my head in disbelief and put my phone away.

            “I’ll
take three shots of Patrón and $50,000.  He gets two hours, though, I highly
doubt I’ll need more than one.

            “Done.”
He stated kissing the top of my hand, “I have a limo waiting outside. Don’t be
long.” He ordered the drinks and I chugged each one right after the other. I
breathed out the air that I didn’t realize I had been holding.

            I
stepped into the limo and sat across from the client. He was gorgeous he had to
be a model, he had a lean chiseled face, honey colored eyes, and lips as pouty
as mine. His dirty blonde hair was messy and gathered around his face.

This guy
was pretty.

And
nervous.

            His
fingers were fidgeting in his lap.

            I
crawled over to him and his eyes widened in shock.

            “Hi.”
I huskily said, “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” He eagerly nodded.

            “What’s
your name Pretty Boy?”

            He
cleared his throat, “Alexander, Alex.”

            “Hello
Alex, I’m Ysabelle.” I reached for his belt and tugged on it to undo it. I
needed to have him come at least once before we had sex. I was going to get
something out of this and I didn’t need him blowing his load in ten seconds.

            “Let’s
make friends, alright? Just sit back and enjoy the ride.” I pulled his dick out
through the hole in his boxers. Impressive. He was packing, not only was he
long he was thick too, which was a nice surprise. I seductively looked up at
him and his eyes were burning with want.

            He
was hard as a rock and I could see the pre-come already gathering at the head
of his cock. I licked the side of his dick from bottom to top and lapped a
circle with my tongue around his head.

            “Hmmm…you
taste good. Can I have more?” I tormented.

            “Holy
fuck…” He breathed out. I lightly chuckled. It was all about the fantasy.

            I
brought him back in my mouth and took him as deep as I could go. My eyes never
left his, and he groaned loudly. His mouth parted and his eyes remained focused
at my task.

            I
worked him over with my hand jerking his shaft up and down and my mouth followed
those movements. My other hand tugging at his balls. It didn’t take long until
I heard his erratic breathing.

            “Oh
shit, Baby, I’m going come. Can I come in your mouth?”

            “Mmm
hmm.” I hummed as I deep throated him again. Not a second later did his hips
move forward and I heard him grunting his release into my mouth.

            I
wiped the corners of my mouth as I felt the car stop. The driver helped me out
and he followed suit. We made our way to the hotel room and as soon as he
closed the door, he was on me.

            I
mean literally on me. His hands and mouth were everywhere at once. I could
barely even get my dress off and his hands were on me again.

            “Alex…Alex…take
it easy. I’m not going anywhere.” I suggested and it went to deaf ears. We
moved our way to the bed and he quickly took off his clothing. I barely had
time to admire his body before his mouth attacked mine.

            It
wasn’t that he was a bad kisser; he was just an eager one. Everything moved
quickly. It was as if he only had one speed and that was fast. It got to the
point where I needed to take control back, because his movements were becoming
forceful. He was going to bruise me if he wasn’t more careful.

            I
eased my way to lie on top of him and heard him grunt in protest.

            “Shhh…relax.
Look at me, just look at me.” I specified, getting up on my knees and slowly
removed my bra; my hands roamed the sides of my breasts and seductively worked their
way down to the sides of my panties. I slipped them off next.

            “Do
you want to learn how to please a woman, Alex?”

            “Fuck
yeah.” He huskily stated.

            I
laid down next to him and reached for his hand taking his fingers into my mouth
and licking them wet.

            I
moved them to my clit.

            “Move
your fingers in a circle, yes, just like that.” He watched in amazement as my
body responded to the stimulation.