Rent Me By The Hour (7 page)

Becca removes the condom and slips it into the Ziploc bag. We lay with Roger on the chaise as he talks about his business. He runs a computer programing system for oil companies. He likes to spend his free time with sexy women and if he can’t be with sexy women, he spends it with his wife who gave herself up. Hey. Those are his exact words. Carmen knocks lightly on the door letting us know our time is up. We let Roger talk a little more than we take him to the showers. While he’s washing off the evidence from his wife, Becca cleans the room while I hurry in the other shower and rinse off so I can talk to the new ladies. After Roger showers I genuinely thank him for the favor and ask to him come back Monday because I will be hiring two more ladies. He loves it when I hire new providers, because he gets to do a two girl show and have two sexy women cater to his needs. I ask Becca to walk him out.

Since Carmen already made sure the new gals are clean from wires, I explain to them my expectations for working at Elite. They listen attentively and carefully. Carmen gives them the direction to Dr. Bean’s office.

Becca gets ready for her next appointment and I pull her to the side, “If you continue doing what you just did, you will do great with this company.”

She excitedly smiles, “Oh thank you. Thank you.” She walks back to lockers to brace herself for her next appointment.

Carmen calls me into the office, “Renee just called and said Paula isn’t feeling well. She has an outcall appointment with a regular for two hours and Renee has tried to call him to reschedule but he isn’t answering his phone. And Sarah can’t tell him because she’s screening another client. He’s seen Paula every week for five years so what do you want us to do?”

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Which hotel?”

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At the Houstonery Hotel Club and Spa.”

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What time is the appointment for?”

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In thirty minutes.”

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What’s his name?” I grab my belongings.

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Jeremy.”

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Do you have the room number?”

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It’s the Presidential Suite.”

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I’ll drive over there and talk to him. But if you can, continue to call him and see if you can reach him first before I arrive to the hotel.”

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When you arrive, the concierge will take you to his floor.”

During outcalls, when a lady cannot make her appointment, we usually call him to reschedule. If we can’t get a hold of the client, we send Sarah and she’ll privately inform him of the situation. The guy will ninety nine percent of the time reschedule with the same provider they’ve booked with.

I head to my car and cruise to the Houstonery Hotel. This hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Houston. You have to be very wealthy or famous for the hotel to accommodate you. I arrive at the hotel’s valet and still haven’t heard back from Carmen. I guess I have to go in and talk to this guy.

The concierge approaches me, inserts his card into the elevators and takes me to Jeremy’s floor. I tap on the doors and am blown away when Jeremy opens. This guy looks very familiar. He must have just got out of the shower because his hair is dripping water on his body making it glisten. He’s shirtless and his abs is perfect. His form-fitting boxers hang just below his waistline. I can see the silhouette of his dick and I can tell he’s well endowed.

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Oh. I. I’m so sor sorry.” Get over yourself crazy girl. You’re embarrassing yourself.

Licking his lips, “It’s ok. Come right on in.” His deep raspy voice is so sexy. He opens the door wider and even though the room looks magnificent I can’t keep my eyes off him. He stands about six feet four inches and probably weighs two hundred fifty pounds. His muscular body is cut in all the right places. He has the lightest caramel wavy hair I’ve ever seen. He has finely chiseled face features which accentuates his cheek bones. Caribbean blue eyes, light brown perfect complexion, and I so want to kiss those full plump lips that he keeps licking.

He licks his lips, “Hi.” His smile is gorgeous especially when his pearly whites are gleaming at me. The two dimples between his smile is a plus.

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Ah hi. My name is Tina. You had an appointment with Paula today, but she wasn’t feeling well.”

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I love your southern accent.” He politely interrupts me, “So are you here to replace her?”

I can feel my cheeks getting hot and most likely they’re rosy as hell. “No. The lady that books the appointments tried calling you to reschedule but you weren’t answering your phone, so I volunteered to come and tell you myself.”

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Well I’m glad you volunteered to come tell me.” He’s undressing me with his devilish eyes as he studies me from my head to my toe. “So are you going to do the appointment for her?

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Excuse me?” My nipples harden and there’s a tingly sensation between my legs.

He stands there staring at me. I’m acting like a damn fool in front of him. He’s making me hot and bothered. Licking his lips, “Can you do her appointment?”

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Oh no. I don’t do outcalls. And plus since you’ve seen her every week for five years, you’re considered her regular. We don’t do that to each other. We don’t try to steal clients from the other ladies.”

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Well I’m not hers to claim.” Why does he keep licking his lips? “So incall then?”

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Huh?” I’m so lost right now. I can usually carry a conversation with men in this business but somehow I’m struggling to keep up.

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You said you don’t do outcalls. So I’ll come by the office for an incall.”

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No I’m sorry. I can’t.”

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And why not?”

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Because you’re Paula’s regular. We don’t steal clients from each other. Plus I rarely see clients.”

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So when do you only see clients?”

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During the training process.”

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Training process?”

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Yes if Elite hires new ladies, I would have to be in the room with them.” Why am I telling him all this? He doesn’t need to know what I do.

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I would love to be the lucky bastard that has the privilege of seeing you.”

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But you’re also Paula’s client. So no other provider is allowed to see you.”

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I already said I’m not hers to claim. I think I can see whoever I want and I want to see you.”

I’m blushing. My tan skin cannot hide these flushed cheeks. He walks up to me leaving an inch of space between us. He bends over, tilts the tip of my chin up so I can look into his eyes. His scent is incredible. It’s Sean John. I’ve smelled every cologne possible so I know what he’s wearing. I’m trying to catch my breath but I don’t want to make it look so obvious.

Tilting his head to the side, he bites on his bottom lip, “What can I do to change your mind?”

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Nothing. I can’t see you.” I stumble as I walk backwards to remove myself from his spell and he catches me in his arms. “I can however reschedule your appointment with Paula for Monday.” As much as I don’t want him to release me from his tantalizing hold, I beg him to loosen his grip. He does what I ask and I walk away from him so there’s at least three feet between us. I can still smell him.

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Tina you can try to push me away but I always get what I want.”

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Well I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but you can’t have me.”

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Well can I ask a favor then?” He shyly grins.

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Sure.” Oh my please don’t ask me to stay. As much as I want to, I can’t. He’s a regular client of Paula’s and I’ve been very strict on that. No one is allowed to steal another lady’s
John.

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Is there any way you can stay for the time I’ve already paid for? No sex involved. Maybe we can have lunch downstairs. They have a fine restaurant.”

I guess it wouldn’t hurt. I’m not fucking him, so I won’t actually be stealing him from Paula, “Sure. Why not?”

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Ok. Give me a second to dress. Or if you want we can order room service?”

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No. We can go downstairs.” If I said we order room service, he might decide to not get dressed. And I don’t know how much longer I can stand to see his half naked body. The only thing he has on barely protects his dick from exposing itself.

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Ok then. Give me a second.”

I sit on the plush sofa in his living room while I wait for him to get dressed. I convince myself this will be a platonic date. I will not be fucking him, so Paula has nothing to worry about. I send a quick simple text to Carmen

Reschedule for Monday. Thanks.

Within two minutes, he managed to look even hotter. I didn’t think someone can still look great with clothes on after I’ve already seen how flawless he looks without it. He has on a white t-shirt, denim blue jeans, and Converse. I’m kind of overdressed with black blouse, white skirt, and Louboutin heels. My blush glows even more and it matches the same color as my red shoes.

He holds his hand out helping me off the sofa. “Shall we go?” I stand up. “By the way, please call me Jeremiah.”

I give me a blank stare, “So Jeremy isn’t your name?” I thought our screening process was up to par.

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My real name is Jeremiah but when I use y’alls services, I want to be called Jeremy.”

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Well aren’t you still using our services now?”

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Please call me Jeremiah.” He tilts his head to the side giving me that innocent plead.

As we leave his room and walk towards the elevators he wraps his arm around my waist making my clit beat at the same tempo as my heart. The concierge notices us coming up and slips his card in and the cart opens. Jeremiah brushes the loose hair over my face with his fingers. I’m getting this tingly feeling between my legs.

When we get to the restaurant, the hostess takes one glance at Jeremiah and she starts to stutter and stumble just like I did. I know how she’s feeling. Jeremiah makes women quiver between their legs. I bet her pussy is wet just like mine is. She seats us and takes another glimpse of Jeremiah before walking away. He pulls my chair and helps me to my seat. What a gentleman. Even our male waiter is caught off guard by Jeremiah’s charming good looks. I hold back from giggle as our waiter stutters. Jeremiah orders himself Crown on the rocks. I pictured him as a guy who drinks expensive wine. I order sweet tea just like a typical southern woman. You can take a woman out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the woman.

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Do you not drink?” Jeremiah takes a swig of his alcoholic drink.

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I have plans after this.”

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Plans?”

Nosey Maghey. “Yes. Plans.” I don’t let any of the clients know my personal life. The less they know about me, the less complicated it will be. Plus I never drink while I’m working. It clouds up my judgment.

We order a light lunch and enjoy each other’s company. He tells me a little about what he does for a living but doesn’t get into details. I guess he doesn’t want to bore me with work stuff. It’s already one o’clock and I really should be leaving to pick up my kids.