Flawed

Chapter 2

James

I arrive at the bar to conclude a contract with my new partner. I take the opportunity to relax before going home and having Rosalie f*****g with me. If there's anything I regret, it's that I loved her and that I was so stupid not to sign a prenup. I could divorce her, but I don't want her to pocket anything. She doesn't deserve anything. I spot a young woman sitting at the bar wearing a dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. She looks like an escort girl, but something tells me she's not, even though she's hunting right now. I take off my Rolex and walk towards her.

- “I’m not a w***e”, she says as soon as she notices that I'm interested in her. “Go look somewhere else.”

- “I'm not interested in w****s”, I answer her while sitting on the stool next to her.

I feel that I will have fun tonight.

- “What is a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” I ask her.

- “what is a married man doing in this place, and especially talking to a girl like me?” she asks me, looking at me for the first time.

She has the character of Rosalie but while this should stop me, I am even more interested in her. Having her in front of me, she is a bombshell. Given her slim waist and her D chest, I know they are not real. But I don’t mind, everyone does what they want with their body.

- “touché”, I say to her with a wide smile

- “you buy me a drink?” she asks me, interested in a sudden.

Either she is very good at spotting rich men, or she is attracted to me.

- “and what do I get in return?”

You have to negotiate everything in life.

- “whatever you want, unknown”, she says to me with a very honeyed smile.

My d**k reacts to her words.

I order us to drink.

- “what’s your name?” I ask her.

- “Amelia”

- “try again with your real one.”

- “Tiffany and you?”

- “James, nice to meet you, Tiffany.”

- “one little thing before anything. I don't sleep with married men.”

- “even if you don't believe me, I'm separated from my wife”, I tell her, but something tells me she doesn't care that I'm married.

We drink our drinks then leave the bar and head for the hotel next door.

- “do you want to drink something?” I ask her once in the room.

- “if I only wanted to drink, I wouldn't have left the bar”, she tells me while walking towards me.

She kisses me and I push her on the bed fighting with her for control. I remove her dress and start kissing her all over. I spread her thighs and tear her panties. I start to lick her, and her false moans make me want to f*****g strangle her. I don't know what to think anymore. I guess I was wrong, she is an escort.

- “either you stop your f*****g false moaning, or I leave.”

She is surprised to be caught but says nothing. I start to lick her again and she starts getting excited little by little. I insert a finger in her and my back and forth helps her to get even more wet. I bite her.

- “oh my god”, she moans, this time for real.

Smiling, I continue my treatment. I feel her contracting around my finger, I know she is about to c*m. I accelerate my movements and she explodes. I undress, and she helps me as soon as she recovers from her o****m. She removes my boxers then starts to give me a b*****b.

- “f**k”, I groan when she takes me deepthroat.

She is really good. She stares at me and continues her b*****b. I feel that I am going to come quickly. I push her away and pull her onto the bed. I put on a condom and take her.

- “oh my god James, I love your d**k. I'm going to come again.”

- “go ahead doll, don't hold back”, I tell her

I speed up the movement and we c*m at the same time. f**k, this is one of the best f***s I've ever had in my life. I pull out of her and take off the condom.

- “how long does it take you to be ready for round two”? she asks me

- “not long beautiful”, I answer her, then start kissing her again.

I wake up with the call of my dearest wife. Tiffany is lying next to me, still asleep. I don't know how many times we f****d last night. She is really good. If only she wasn't an escort. I get up and get dressed. I write her a check of ten thousand dollars. I usually pay less than that but for her I would pay even more. I also leave her my phone number if she is ever interested in a regular client.

I leave the hotel hoping she will call me.