Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"Can I get a hint?" he asked.

"Nope," I said, trailing my hand along the line of clothes hung on the display racks as I looked through them.

"His first name, at least?"

"Nope," I responded. I picked up one outfit before deciding against trying it on and sliding it back into its place.

"Come on, Bells, throw me a bone."

"Jacob, I'm not telling you. You know I'm not allowed." I practically laughed at the expression on his face. A man in his early forties should not look so cute while he pouted. Jacob was my best friend and an excellent fashion designer.

He custom made some of the outfits for my job.

We had met at a party I had gone to with a client and he had taken me under his proverbial wing, guiding me through the many steps of becoming a goddess within my own right. He showed me the art behind clothes, and how the right kind of bra could shape your whole outfit. In return, I had told him about some of the more crazy stunts I had put up with in my job - excluding the names and locations of course.

It was safe to say that we had clicked and had been friends ever since. It also helped that he was a pink shirt wearing, raging homosexual who couldn't keep his dick in his pants if he tried. He had a different man on his arm - or in his bed - every month, and was forever trying to drag me to gay bars to be his wing woman.

He was, as of this moment, bugging me about my need for my new outfits that I was forcing him to make for me and trying to find out which client it was for.

"Babycakes, you can't expect me to make you these cutesy little outfits and not tell me about the lucky guy who gets to see you in them," he whined, not giving up yet.

I ignored him and pulled a light blue silk party dress with puffy sleeves and a lace trim that fell just above the knee. "What about this one?" I asked him, pushing it up against my body and he immediately changed his stance as he went into designer mode. His hip jutted out as he stroked his chin, one eyebrow raised and his lips pursed.

"Hmmm, that is a nice color on you, but something's missing." He stared at the dress for another minute before clapping his hands together.

"Oh! I know just the thing. Stay right there." He sauntered off, his hips swaying as he pulled out a huge binder and flipped through it. He glanced up at me before looking back down again.

"Uh huh, just as I thought. If we add a satin bow around the waist and take some liberties with the fabric, maybe shorten and clinch it a bit, you can have the most perfect Alice in Wonderland dress ever. Tim Burton can suck my dick...hmmm, now that's a thought I will revisit later." I rolled my eyes at him, but set the dress to the side.

"So...have I ever seen this client of yours? Is he some kind of celebrity?" Jacob asked and I couldn't stop the smile from turning up my lips.

"You are really not going to let this go, are you?" He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Fine. No, I wouldn't quite call him a celebrity, but he has been on the cover of some magazines. That's all you are getting, so stop asking."

He raised his hands in surrender. "I just wanted to know the guy who has my Babycakes all aflutter."

"I am not aflutter," I retorted defensively.

He raised an eyebrow disbelievingly. "Uh huh. So why go to all this trouble with the cutesy clothes? You usually don't put this much effort into pleasing your clients."

I hesitated and chewed on my bottom lip for a second. "This guy...he's kind of different than what I usually get. You and I both know that I love my job. I mean, you can't go wrong with sex..."

"Amen to that, sister," he agreed and I shot him a look.

"...But it can get a little tiring having to think up new things every time I see my clients. I have to be new and original every single time, but I can't push them too much and I have to make sure they are comfortable. It wears me down. But every so often I get the client. They dictate my every move from the moment I step into that apartment. I can let go of Isabella Swan, the call girl, for a few hours and just be whatever the fuck they choose for me to be."

I paused, trying to figure a good way to explain this to him.

"I step out of myself and it's a freeing experience to just have someone else do all the ordering around. I don't have to worry about anything; I just have to trust that he will take care of it. It's a heady feeling, putting that much faith and trust into another human being, but even when I get home, I still feel calm and relaxed, no matter how hard or how many times he fucks me. It makes me feel sublime."

He looked a little dubious and I sighed, knowing that he didn't understand. He couldn't understand that sometimes even I needed a little escape, a reprieve from my life.

That's why I put so much effort into the clothes. Sure, he paid me to be his little girl, but he also gave me something that I hadn't known that I craved. The outfits were my subtle way of saying thank you, while teasing him at the same time.

"Okay Babycakes, just promise me you'll be careful. I don't want a repeat of what happened with-"

"Jake!" I cut him and gave him a warning look. He knew that we didn't talk about him. "I'm not stupid and I'm always careful. Nothing bad is going to happen. I know how to take care of myself."

He looked deep into my eyes for a second, searching for something. When he found it, he nodded and pulled me into a hug.

"I know, Sweets. I'm just an old man who worries." He planted a kiss on my head and I smiled against his chest, wondering how I got such a great friend.

I didn't have many friends. Between work and my vigorous schedule, I didn't have much free time to spend bar hopping or whatever girls my age did. I had always been somewhat of a loner, preferring to spend my time with a good book or watching some crappy, dramatic filled tv show, than to go out all the time.

Plus, having overly religious parents put a damper on any rebellious behavior when I was younger, so I just concentrated on my studies, biding my time for freedom. As soon as I had graduated, I had picked a school a good few states away from the old folks and spread my wings. I went a little crazy at first, but thankfully my roommate helped me find my feet.

Its isn't to say that I didn't have friends; I just didn't have many close friends apart from Jacob. It's hard to be honest with people when they judge you because of your job. I felt like telling people that a lot of lawyers and female politicians stripped their way through college.

Not everyone was born into money and you shouldn't think any less of them for what they do to survive.

This wasn't Canada where people were overly friendly and nauseatingly nice - or so I heard. They didn't call cities concrete jungles for nothing. People were ruthless and wouldn't hesitate to trample you and bad mouth you if it meant they could get higher.

"You should start worrying about yourself, Jacob. You're not as young as you used to be and I wouldn't check a mirror now, but you have a few grey hairs coming through."

"Urgh!" he muttered, disgruntled as he stepped back and ran his hands through his hair. "I know, right? These locks used to be so silky and smooth, but age is being such a bitch. If I dye my hair, I'll loose the smooth, silky quality, if not now, then later. Why can't I have hair like yours?" he whined pitifully.

I rolled my eyes at him. "There isn't anything particularly special about my hair, Jacob. I work hard to keep it this nice."

My phone chirped before he could do so much as pout and I checked it quickly to see it was a reminder that I had set. My mind was sometimes all over the place so I made sure that I had reminders set so that I didn't forget any appointments.

REMINDER!

Appointment: S. E. C.

6:00 pm.

Call Rosalie for address.

CODE: 320190.

It was thrilling just how secretive everything was. I wasn't allowed to leave any traces whatsoever that would connect me to him. No texts, no e-mails, nothing. I wasn't even allowed to know the location until three hours before the appointment.

It wasn't until after the first time that I had found out that I had been put on a trail to see if we were compatible. I had been on a few trials before, but generally they would tell mebefore I went, not after.

I had been a mixture of proud and smug when I was told that he wanted me for the long run. He became my top priority client, which for me was a good and bad thing.

It meant that if he asked for me, I would have to drop any and all coinciding appointments and that he could give me a twenty-four hour warning if he wanted to see me. It could be a bitch to deal with sometimes since I liked my life to be orderly with as little surprises as possible. Rearranging my spa days and beauty appointments were also very annoying.

I quickly dialed the company number.

"Hello, Rosalie speaking? How may I help you?" she crooned once she picked up.

"Hey, Rose, it's Isabella. I'm calling for the location of my appointment tonight."

I heard her shuffle some papers around. "Okay, do you have the code?"

"Yeah: 320190."

"Okay, I'm sending it to you now. Make sure you delete it after you've read it," she reminded me.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks."

I disconnected the call and quickly scrolled through my messages. I clicked the one containing the information and smirked at the address. Senator or not, it still amused me how he lived among the socialites and congressmen, yet hid away his little fetishes and perversions.

I deleted the message and pocketed my phone.

"It's been great hanging out, Jacob, but I have to go get ready for tonight." I gave him a quick kiss on each cheek and grabbed the outfit I had chosen for tonight before leaving.

I checked my watch quickly to see that I had two hours and fifty minutes remaining.

Get your ass in gear, Swan, you've got a Senator to seduce.

...

My cheek lay against the warmed high-count Egyptian cotton sheets and my hands curled and uncurled reflexively on either side of my head. I was positioned so that while my upper half was lying down, my knees were holding up my lower half.

My lips parted and a quiet moan escaped as I felt his lubed finger probe my back entrance, circling the rim before slipping the tip of it inside me. He groaned as I automatically clenched down around his finger and used his other hand to rub my back.

"Just relax, Bellezza," he soothed and I whimpered. My eyes fluttered shut and I let my body relax against the intrusion. It wasn't the first time I had done this, not by far, but each time still took me a minute to get used to before I could relax fully.

He added another finger and started pumping them in and out of me, scissoring his fingers to help stretch me more.

I pushed back against him with a moan and mewled as I felt his fingers retreat from me, not liking the feeling of emptiness that spread through me. Wetness had already started seeping down my thighs and I opened my eyes and stared into the mirror that ran along side the bed, showing every bit of our naked bodies.

This is one kinky Senator, I thought to myself as I watched him rip open a condom and slide it down his cock. He squirted some lube into his palm and coated his cock with it before lifting his head and looking into the mirror so that our eyes could meet.

He smirked knowingly at me and dipped his still lubed hand down to massage his balls.

"Do you want my cock, Bellezza?" he asked, moving forwards slightly so that the tip rested between my cheeks. His eyes were hooded with lust and his usually flawless skin was flushed.

"Yes, please, Papi," I said sweetly.

He tilted his head back slightly and let a smile curve over his lips as he fisted his cock. He dragged it down through my cheeks and between my legs so that the tip hit my clit.

"Where do you want it, little one? Would you like Papi to fuck your ass or your needy, wet pussy?"

I whimpered and wiggled against him, not caring so much where he put his cock as long as he put it inside me. "Anywhere, Papi! Please, just...I need you inside me."

"So desperate for Papi's cock," he mused before placing the engorged tip at the entrance of my ass. "I think I'll take you here. Would you like that, little one? Would you like Papi to fuck your little, tight ass with his big cock?"

"Yes," I moaned weakly and gasped as he nudged his hips forward slightly, making the tip slip inside me.

"So tight, Bellezza," he moaned. "Look at how good my cock looks going into your ass."

My eyes dropped down to his cock in the mirror and I couldn't look away as he slowly slid his way inside me until I had taken all of him. I slammed my eyes shut for a minute, my breathing stuttered and my fists clenched so tightly into the sheets I thought they would rip.

It wasn't that it hurt, it was how the feel of him, every inch of him, sitting deep in me made me feel so full and overwhelmed. He rubbed my back, helping me get my head set right before I opened my eyes and nodded for him to continue.

I always preferred it when my clients took their time with anal sex. If done precisely and carefully, it could be so pleasurable and feel so good, but if done sloppily and hurriedly, it could hurt and turn you off anal for life. I'd had my fair share of both and was beyond grateful that he wasn't rushing this.

"You're so tight!" he growled, pulling his hips back and pushing back in. I groaned, arching back into him, causing the sensitive skin of my taut, swollen nipples to scrape against the bed.

I hissed and lifted myself up onto my elbows, letting my sweaty forehead rest on my arms as he started a steady, precise rhythm. I pushed back against him for every thrust he gave and cried out as I felt him swivel his hips, hitting deep inside me.

"Oh god, yes...more Papi, please..." I babbled as sweat trickled down my neck and flattened my hair against my skin.

"You like that?" he asked, angling his hips to do it again. My eyes slammed shut as my toes curled and I let out a small scream of pleasure.

"My dirty little slut loves it when Papi fucks her ass. Look at me, Bellezza, look at me while I fuck you," he urged and I forced my eyes open as I turned my head to the side, unable to ignore his words.

I watched in fascination as he threw his head back, his hair falling in his eyes, wild and unhinged. Growls and grunts left his parted lips uninhibited, fierce and animalistic as each muscle seemed to tense and ripple as he moved in me.

One hand clutched my hip, helping me meet each of his thrusts, while he raked the other through his hair, pushing the stray strands out of his eyes as they moved to gaze into mine.

His eyes were like a forest at night; so dark you could hardly see the green in them and filled with unknown dangers. They made my already pounding heart speed up and a spark shoot up my spine, making me shudder lightly. His lips turned up into a sinister smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he wasn't even bothering to hide it.

Cocky bastard.

"You like that, don't you?" he purred, his question purely rhetorical, and used the hand that had been in his hair to snake around me and dip between my legs.

"Fuck, your wet!" he hissed, dragging his fingers through my slick folds, coating them in my arousal. I smirked a little at that because I had always been exceptionally wet, and while through puberty it had been a bitch - getting wet at every little thing meant that I went through more underwear than that of a small country - it had proven to be beneficial for my job.

Nothing boosted a man's ego more than a pussy so wet that it dripped down your thighs. It also meant that I couldn't masturbate anywhere other than the shower unless I wanted to have to change my sheets. It was blessing and curse, but I had learned to live with it.

I whined loudly as his hand retreated and watched as he sucked them into his mouth, licking my pussy juices off them, his hips still thrusting. When he was finished, he pulled me back roughly so that I was pulled flush against his thighs and I changed my position so that my hands were planted firmly on the bed. He leaned forward, pressing his hands into the bed on either side of me and changed the angle of his thrusts as he speed them up.

I couldn't control the sounds that left me, and for some reason Nine Inch Nails' "Closer" popped into my head and I could practically hear the chorus ringing in my ears. I want to fuck you like an animal. I wet my dry lips and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, biting down hard on the skin to try and stop the screams of pleasure from escaping.

"You like this, don't you?" he purred into my ear, fanning his hot breath over my neck. "You like it when Papi fucks you like a little whore, when he mounts you like a dog would his bitch."

Some may find it wrong that his words would turn me on, but it was all part of our roles. I knew some men got off on degrading women, but I knew the Senator wasn't one of them. He wasn't actually calling me, Isabella, a whore or his bitch. He was just talking dirty to his little girl, his Bellezza. I had no reason to take offence at his words and I kind of enjoyed the way he was speaking down at me.

He rutted his hips against mine, making his sweaty chest slide along my equally sweaty back.

"Touch yourself," he grunted and I cautiously reached between my legs and rubbed my swollen clit. My arousal dripped down my fingers making my movements slippery and wet and the slick sounds just made me drown further in pleasure.

Drenched would have been a more apt way to describe just how wet I was.

He reared forward, using both of his hands to grasp onto my hips as he drove into me, his thrusts no longer carrying a set rhythm as I struggled to stay upright. He spared none of the hesitance he had started with as he fucked me, his hips slamming against me with each one. My hand worked frantically over my flesh, bringing me closer and closer to my release.

"I'm not going to last," he warned, his voice gruff and tense as he tried to control himself. Loud whimpers and cries of pleasure left me unrestrained, and my free hand clawed at the sheets, trying to find purchase in the material.

"Oh...urgh...yes, Papi," I mumbled incoherently as my thighs quivered and I neared the edge. My hips rocked with his as I panted hard, the hairs on my arms rising as my orgasm neared. One of his hands drifted between my legs and I paused my own movement, thinking that he was going to take over rubbing my clit.

"Did I tell you to stop?" he growled out before plunging two fingers into my pussy and twisting them so that they hit the rough spot of my g-spot. I screamed bloody murder, half from surprise and half from the fact he had shoved me over the edge and into my orgasm without warning.

He let out a vicious snarl as I clenched down around him, making my already tight ass tighter, and picked up the pace, slamming his hips into my ass with wild abandon. It only took a few thrusts before I felt him harden further inside me before twitching and cumming.

I won't give you some bullshit about how fireworks went off behind my eyelids and the whole world seemed to stop and rejoice in our 'union' because this isn't some sappy, cheap, throbbing manhood, heaving bosoms romance novel.

What actually happened involved a lot of noises that should have belonged solely on the National Geographic channel, and while yes, I can admit to the fact it was intense and pretty fucking great, there was nothing remotely romantic about being squished underneath a 200 pound, sweaty man as he panted and groaned in your ear, even after a powerful orgasm...just saying.

I squirmed underneath him, silently asking him to get off me, and he sighed before slowly pulling out of me and collapsing next to me. I stretched lazily, curling and uncurling my fingers and toes as I yawned. I winced slightly as my ass clenched and while I wouldn't say it hurt, I would definitely say that it definitely burned a little.

My eyes darted over toward him as I felt the bed shift and I watched the two little dimples just above his ass as he walked into the bathroom to discard the condom. My limbs felt too heavy to move, so I just lay there and listened as he switched the shower on. He came and stood in the doorway of the room, his hands placed on the top of the frame as he stretched, craning his neck around as I shamelessly ogled his naked body.

I was sure that a lot of women would pay good money to see him like this and I smiled as I thought of how he was paying me to do just that...among other things.

"Like what you see?" he asked cockily, crossing his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow questioningly. His eyes danced with mischief and his lips were turned up in a lascivious smile.

I rolled onto my back, pushing my hair out of my face as I gazed at him from under my eyelashes. "Maybe," I said coyly, loving the way his eyes raked over my body hungrily. It was like the man couldn't get enough of me and I gladly lapped up the attention. It was one of the reasons I loved this job.

He chuckled quietly, dipping his head down so that his hair obstructed my view of his face. "You're a saucy little minx, aren't you?" he murmured before walking slowly over to me. I gave him my best cheeky grin and without so much as a word of warning, he scooped me up into his arms. I shrieked quietly in surprise and wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, burrowing my head into his neck as I relaxed.

This was the thing I had been trying to explain to Jacob. This trust we had developed in each other worked well for us. Somehow, he had known that I was in no condition to stand and he had given me what I needed and I gave him what he needed - my trust - by not questioning what he was doing. I knew he wouldn't hurt me and as he stepped into the shower, me still in his arms, I knew that my trust wasn't unfounded.

He lowered my legs carefully to the ground and I gripped his shoulders as I tested out the strength of them. They still felt weak, so I kept a tight grip on him as he guided me under the spray of the water. I tipped my head, letting the water splash against my face and gasped as I felt two warm, slippery hands cup my breasts, massaging the soap into them.

I groaned and just rested my weight against him, too tired to do anything but let his hands travel over my body, cleaning me very thoroughly. I was practically asleep by the time he pulled me out of the shower and toweled me down, rubbing my hair dry - it was going to be hell to try and get those tangles out tomorrow.

I had already decided that a nap was in order, so I was relieved when he laid me on the bed and tucked me in, pausing to plant a kiss on my forehead before leaving the room. I rolled onto my side and buried myself under the pillows and sheets as my eyes closed.

I'll fuck him again when I wake up, I thought tiredly, or maybe suck his cock.

My mind was already drifting off, so I just sunk into sleep and let it take me.