"Ah!” I cried out as I came. I tipped my head back against Ian as the intense orgasm shuddered through me. It was a new feeling, something unlike anything that had rolled through me before. But then, this night had been all about newness, hadn’t it?
I had learned so much about myself, about what I could take and how much I could handle. What I had learned was that there wasn’t much out there in the world that they could throw at me that I couldn’t find some way to wrap my head around.
Moments later, I felt Ian find his release inside of me--his cock swelled and his seed spilled and he sank his fingers into my thigh like he was trying to hold me in place. I wriggled back against him and snuggled my body against his. I looked up at Jason as I did so, and was pleased to see that he couldn’t hold out much longer, either.
He came.
Ian pulled himself out of me and I groaned and snuggled into the bed. I was completely spent. Every hole had been taken, every part of my body used the way they wanted to use it. My eyes were closed, and I felt as though every single inch of my body was on fire.
I could use myself the way I wanted to. My body was more than just a stick I could beat myself with, a collection of desires I didn’t want to have. It was mine, utterly and completely mine, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure I never forgot it.
Epilogue
Sell your body
"Excuse me, is Jay Winchester in?” I asked the secretary sitting behind the desk. She looked me up and down and I offered her a sweet smile, twirling a strand of hair around my finger.
"Does he know you’re coming in?”
I nodded.
She sighed, probably because she could see straight through what I was doing here. It wasn’t exactly the first time I had come slipping into his office to remind him of just why he kept me around. I raised my eyebrows at her, daring her to say no to me. She knew what kind of trouble she would be in if she sent me away.
"Go ahead," she replied.
I brushed past her desk toward the luxurious office that contained the man who was making my life possible this month.
It was hard to believe it had been six whole months since we’d met. Hell, it was hard to believe that I had been living in the city for a whole damn year. It had all gone so quickly, but I supposed, that was to be expected when you were having the time of your life.
I had moved to New York not long after I lost my virginity. In fact, it was the morning after that exceptional threesome I’d shared with Jason and Ian. I had found myself thinking about where I wanted to go next. There was a whole world out there, ready for the taking, and I was ready to sink my teeth into it.
I had never imagined living in New York, not really. Sure, it would have been fun, but that wasn’t what I was in this for, right? I was in this to find myself, to discover who I really was. Those had been my lofty goals when I had started out on this adventure to learn my sexuality. But, since then, they had taken a turn. I knew myself, back to front, inside out, literally. And now that I did, I wanted to exploit that newfound knowledge and have a little fun.
I had known I was going to need some serious hustle to make it work, but, lucky for me, I had long since learned how to put that hustle into practice. I had honed skills in the bedroom, and I figured that it was only fair I use those newfound talents to make my way in the world.
I looked into escorting, but most of the women in those positions seemed to have slick websites and subtle photographs that seemed to have been taken by high-class artists in their fancy loft apartments. I didn’t have the budget to start there. Besides, I wanted more than just sex. I wanted to teach people the way that I had learned myself. If there was anything that I had discovered in this time, it was that what people thought they wanted and what they actually did could often be miles apart.
Being the age that I was, it didn’t take long until the couple of social media accounts I made for myself started attracting a little attention. Older men reached out to me, offering me their time and their money and their company. I looked into it and discovered that most of them were looking for sugar babies--girls they could spoil for their romantic and often sexual attention. Which sounded like just what I was looking for.
I met with the first guy, an out-of-town businessman passing through for the weekend, my second week in the city. He took me back to his hotel room and ordered me expensive room service and fucked me like he was ravenous for every inch of my body. I gasped and clasped on to him, pulling him down on top of me, wondering why in the world I had ever thought of doing anything else with my life.
He left money for me on the bedside table and I headed back to my crappy hostel and counted it up. It was enough for me to get a room in a more expensive hotel.
I reclined on the fancier bed of my new room and ate strawberries and drank champagne in an enormous bathrobe. Yeah, this was the life that I wanted.
Soon, I had myself a revolving door of men who wanted to spoil me every way they could think of. Most of them were older, and usually busy with whatever demanding work they took on day-to-day, and all they wanted was a little familiar company at the end of a long week. I found a lot of them truly interesting, and I enjoyed their company--and, of course, the money that came along with it. With so little going on in their personal lives, they would usually jump at the chance to take me out to outrageously expensive restaurants, or to the kind of shows that everyone in the city was tripping over themselves to get tickets to. It wasn’t long before people around town knew me with just one look. I was always on the arm of someone rich dressed in something expensive.
My current man, Jay and I had been seeing each other on and off for a while. He traveled a lot so he wasn’t around consistently, but when he was in town, he was my company of choice. He ran an enormous publishing company and loved to read and write. We shared our favorite books over our first dinner together. The way he looked at me as I spoke, I knew I had hooked him in for good. He was smart and funny and a little too serious for his own good, but that was what I was there for, right?
I was heading into his office today because I knew he had a big meeting planned, and he had been stressed about it the night before. I liked to make these connections with these men, and my favorite part of it was knowing that I could be the break they were craving when things were getting tough. When they laid eyes on me, they were ready to have fun, and that was just how I wanted to live my life as long as I could.
I had cultivated my looks into a good-time girl mode. I had grown out my hair and used some of my cash to pay for gorgeous, red-brown highlights. I regularly got manicures, pedicures, waxing. I had invested in a whole make-up kit. I was turning myself into the vision of the woman I knew I could be. I wasn’t a girl anymore, wasn’t the Cindy I had left behind in that small town when I had fucked for the first time. I was someone new. Better. Bolder.
My family had come up to visit a couple of times. They had seemed pretty shocked by the lifestyle I was living. My mother and my stepfather made a trip up about two months after I made the move--he still didn’t know that I knew about his dalliance with Donna, but I made sure to shoot him a few dirty looks to keep him on edge.
"How are you affording all of this?” my mother had asked as she looked around the spacious apartment that I had to myself.