Lethner's Service

Chapter 10 - l**t Fantasies

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My lips and hands are literally shaking. I can feel his ragged breathing fanning all over my neck and that electrifying effect whenever his nose tip touches and traces it.

"Please...S-stop..." I stutter and plead as I felt tiny droplets of my tears flowing down my cheeks.

He let go of my arms and I heard the clicking sound of the switch. He turns on the lights and steps backwards. I close my eyes for a second because of the sudden illumination and I was just like a statue standing and still pinned on my position.

“Quinn? Jesus! Are you crying?”

He tries to place his hands on my shoulder but he immediately steps backwards when my body flinches.

“I...was just kidding. I...I’m s-orry. I didn’t mean to...oh my god! I’m sorry!”

He's about to grab both of my shoulders again when I stop him from doing so.

"Don't!" I raise my voice, “Please don't touch me. P-please don't c-come near me..."

From tiny droplets of tears, they all come rushing down my cheeks as I remembered something about my past.

The image of that guy who tried to assault me suddenly plays like old reruns in my mind. The mere reason why I decided to go far from home and move in St. Louis. I thought I already forgot and moved on from that incident which almost ruined my entire life but I was wrong.

What had just happened made me remember that exact face —his tattooed arms, the smell of cigarettes on his breath, his merciless evil eyes, and his devious glare.

How could I ever forget that guy who made my life so miserable?

"Quinn, I'm sorry. I did not mean to scare you. I was just pulling up a prank. I didn't know that this will happen. I'm really sorry!" Jabes apologizes while trying his best to control himself from moving towards me.

"Please leave..." I wipe my tears using my hands, turn the knob, and open the door for him.

I did not even make an eye contact with him because I do not know what I will do if our eyes meet.

"If that's what you want. I will leave. I'm so sorry again." his voice is so low and I do not know why I heard sincerity from it.

I should hate him by now. He just pulled up a freaking prank which scared the life out of me and made me remember a nightmare of my past.

Fuck him for doing that!

As soon as he walks pass me and leaves my room, I slam the door close and put my right palm exactly on my pounding chests. My heart's palpitating against it like I had just run a 100-km race. I heave a deep sigh hoping that it will release the heavy feeling but still...I respire heavily. I did not expect that what happened will bring back the nightmare I had been trying to avoid.

I have never been tricked like that! Screw Jabes for doing that to me! He's a bastard!

My body jolts when my phone vibrates. I grab it from my bag and look at the screen. Mom is calling. I sigh and wipe my tears again before I answer.

"H-hello, Mom?"

"Briella, honey! I've been trying to call you since yesterday but I'm always transferred to your voicemail. How are you honey?"

I was planning to call her yesterday but I was really tired from work. Today, I forgot to check my phone because I just got from Paula's wedding.

"I'm okay Mom." I lied.

I don't want her to worry. My mother is getting old and I don't want her to think about me especially that we're far from each other. I don't want her to know that I'm not okay, that what happened in the past just haunted me again.

"That's good to hear. I actually called you because your aunt, Jelly invited our family for a dinner. She badly wants to see you."

"When?"

"It'll be on Tuesday nextweek."

"Okay. I'll try to be home on Tuesday next week. Mom? I...I'm sorry but I need to sleep. Would you mind if I hang up from the call now?"

"No worries honey, I know you're tired from work. Take care of yourself always okay? I miss you. I love you."

"I love and miss you too, Mom. Send my regards to Dad and Quinland. Bye."

"Bye, honey!"

I put my phone back inside my bag before softly letting myself fall on my bed. I close my eyes for a second and stare at the ceiling. I can't believe that a lot of things happened today. From that vintage wedding, to Frazer meeting Jabes, to Jabes pulling up a not-so-good prank to me. I deeply sigh while his voice still echoes on both of my ears.

"Stay f*****g still for me Quinn."

And for Pete's sake, I couldn't believe that I really stayed so f*****g still for him.

What if it wasn't just a prank? What if he really is serious about giving me his full service? Will I be able to push him away? What if he starts kissing me? What could've possibly been my reaction?

My face makes disgusting gestures as I recall how I reacted a while ago. I just stood there with my knees turning into wiggling jellies and I didn't even try to call for a security. I found my right hand cupping my private part from below. I gasp.

Gosh!

This is so embarrassing!

I tried to reserve this virgin lady clam of mine for my husband to feast in the future and I don't want to give it to a stranger, especially not to an escort.

I shake my head from side to side to brush away my thoughts. Thinking about what happened will just ruin my entire day. I better do something that will at least make me feel good.

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Jabes' POV

"s**t! What have you done Jacob?" I cuss and slam my arm on my steering wheel before turning on the engine of my car and drive myself away from the building.

Those eyes with tears and how they sparkle with fear are still fresh in my mind. I scared Quinn for the second time. First, when I confessed that I am working as a gigolo and then what happened a while ago, I wasn't able to control it.

Her reaction, it's the same with what I saw when I told her about my job. Her eyes are full of fear, hands shaking, and voice stuttering. I admit, everything I told her inside were real. It wasn't a prank. I wasn't kidding. I have been trying to control myself from touching her ever since we're still in that wedding.

She just looks so damn drop dead gorgeous wearing that rose gold vintage, flowy dress. I didn't know how many times I swallowed the lump in my throat when we got inside the car. I even made her believe that I wanted to use her comfort room to disguise my real evil intentions.

Do you know that feeling when you're driving your car and a lady is sitting beside you and you can't focus on driving because images of her spreading her legs in front of you is bugging your dirty mind?

That's what I exactly felt when we were still inside the car and I f*****g hate myself for being that cocky bastard. My pants are getting tighter because I'm having a hard b***r all because of Quinn. I will end up m**********g when I arrive in my condo because of her images flashing in my mind.

That woman has a different effect on me and I don't exactly know why. I never remembered myself lusting over a woman I never had s*x with. What did I do to deserve this kind of t*****e?

My phone rings. Emery is calling.

"I'm listening." I nonchalantly answer.

"Are you free tonight?"

A smile curves on my lips upon hearing that question. I think someone's going to do hand jobs for me tonight.

"Yes. Why?"

"I'm in front of your condo. Where are you?"

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"See you." I smile while putting my phone aside.

That woman really got addicted to my touch. I remembered her telling me that she has a very high libido and her body always wanted to be touched. That she always wanted to taste me. I step on my gas and hurry myself to my place because someone is waiting for me to penetrate her so hard tonight.

Emery is beautiful, I admit. She's a good friend and a customer. I also remembered her confessing her feelings for me after we had a steamy and hot night at the hotel where I saw Quinn. She told me that it was more than just s*x that she always wanted to see me, that she always wanted me to f**k her, and that she doesn't care of how much she's going to pay just to get my service but I cleared everything to her the next morning.

We had a breakfast together in the hotel's reception and I told her that everything is casual, that I don't have any feelings for her and I'm doing it solely for money.

Those things they call serious relationship and love, I cannot get into those for now and I think no woman can ever accept me if she knows what I'm doing.

My family is my priority. Women will control my decisions in life and they can even ruin us men. They can pay me to f**k them but when it comes to love? Never.

It's clearly stated in my agency's contract that there should be no strings attached. I promised myself not to get latched to any of my customers.

Not Hyacinth.

Not Emery.

No one.

I park my car at the left side of the space and hurry myself up my unit. I know Emery is waiting for me inside. Exactly the moment I open my room's door, I hear the splashing of waters from the shower stops. A few seconds later, she goes out from the shower n***d. She's drying her hair with a piece of towel and she's f*****g ready for me.

"You're here." she utters nonchalantly like she's not n***d and she's not in front of a guy.

Well, it doesn't actually matter to her. I have seen every inch of her body for so many times. My eyes immediately settle down there, it was cleanly shaved.

"Have you taken your dinner? I brought chicken for —" she was not able to finish her line when I abruptly grab her and carry her making her spread her legs in between my body.

I softly throw her on the bed with her big round globes jouncing and bouncing.

Fuck!

"You're in a rush. Aren't you?" she asks while staring at me.

I am kneeling and straddling on top of her while taking off my shirt and unbuckling my belt. With one quick move, I yank my pants down and remove it from my legs.

Emery props on her elbow and levels her face exactly on my hard crotch. She stares at the big and hard bulge inside my briefs which is aching to be released. With full l**t on her eyes, she looks up to me while her hands slip inside my briefs and grabs my throbbing hard erection.

A soft groan escapes from my mouth at the contact. Her soft and wet lips begin to touch the tip of my hardness as she pulls down my underwear. She starts circling and l*****g her tongue on it, pleasuring and teasing me at the same time.

"f**k!"

I groan with so much pleasure as she starts to suck my hard shaft while her hand is busy playing with my balls. I heard her gag for a moment when I grab her hair and push her head towards my full length. I start to move my hips to meet her mouth sucking my entire erection.

When I close my eyes, I suddenly imagine that lady I bumped in the park. That lady who hired me to be her boyfriend for a day, and that lady who gave me a hard b***r inside my car.

Quinn

My mind starts to fantasize her. Imagining that Quinn is the one who's giving me a head right now makes me feel even harder. I feel like I'm about to explode inside her mouth.

"f**k! Quinn! f**k!" my mouth turns into a cussing machine the moment I feel my sticky juices explode. I push her head further onto my length.

"f**k!" the sticky liquid from my erection starts sticking from her lips down her neck and the sight of that makes me want more.

I push her on the bed and without further ado, no foreplay and all, I spread her legs and inserted my hard and swollen length inside her wet mound.

"Ohh!" she moans as I start to move inside her while her legs are hugging my waist.

"f**k me harder James..." she pleads with eyes full of l**t and I willingly did.

I f**k her so hard that her moans filled the corners of my room. I close my eyes and here I am again, imagining that lady.

I am imagining that Quinn is moaning under me, that she's the one I'm f*****g right now. I don't know why but images of her body making frictions against mine make it feel more hot and intense. I'm hearing the sound of her wetness as I thrust harder and deeper. Her moans and cries of pleasure, pleading me to f**k her faster echo all over my room.

"Oh s**t! I'm coming!" I pull my erection out from her and explode my sticky juices on her round and firm breasts.

Her fingers touch my c*m sticking on her pink n*****s and bring it inside her mouth, she licks it.

"That was so good.." she utters looking straight into my eyes.

"Yeah?" I answer while panting and catching my breath.

"Who's Quinn?" she suddenly asks,

"What?"

"You whispered her name while I'm sucking you. Is she your girl —"

"I'll just take a shower." I excuse myself and get off from the bed, dismissing her question.

I went inside the shower leaving her n***d on the bed. She shouldn't know that I was imagining Quinn while I'm f*****g her.

As the water starts to splash on my body, images of Quinn start to replay too.

What the f**k is happening to me?

I just f****d Emery while thinking of Quinn. I feel like an absolute p*****t right now lusting over that woman. I have never been like this before.

Never.

"Quinn, what are you doing to me?"

This isn't good anymore. I have to get her off my mind before something worse happens.

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