The Devil's Looking Glass

Through the Looking Glass

Genevieve

"Harder!" I moaned, "Deeper!"

The gruff voice on the other end of the line groaned deeply, his breathing becoming more erratic.

"Don't stop! You know just how I like it!" I purred, making sure my breathing matched his, my voice coming out breathy and ending my sentence in a higher pitch. I smiled as I stared out the window, watching the movers hauling heavy boxes from the truck into the house next door.

"f**k doll, I am so cl..." I could hear the hitch in his voice and the rumble that quickly followed. Got him.

I moaned a little louder and longer as his satisfied grunts carried on. Lucas always had extended orgasms, longer than most. I continued to watch the movers, mindlessly twirling the dusting rag between my fingers.

"s**t baby, I think that was the best one yet." He murmered out between breathy pants. "f**k! The wife just got home. I gotta go, baby doll. I'll call this weekend."

The line went dead. I reached up and hit the button on the side of the headset, disconnecting my end of the call. I couldn't help but smile. The best one yet? I had been distracted by the movers, curious about who was going to be my new next-door neighbor.

It definitely wasn't my best performance. Although, that didn't really matter. As long as my client was happy, I was happy.

It had gotten dark now, making it harder to see the movers as they finished emptying the truck. I walked away from the front window and continued my way around the living room, dusting each shelf as I went. My Thursday night routine. Cleaning, while answering the calls I received from my position at Exotic Encounters as a phone s*x operator.

I made my way into the kitchen, pulled out my phone, clicked the 'available' button to on and waited for the next call. It didn't take long. It never does. Pushing the button on my headset, I

grabbed the broom, and seductively whispered, "This is Angel, tell me how I can make your exotic encounter a dream come true." I inwardly sighed as I said the exact same line I was forced to say every single time I answered a call. So cheesy and cliché. Ugh.

"Angel baby, I'm so glad to hear your voice." I instantly recognized the voice but pulled out my phone to double check, just to be sure.

"Mmmm, good evening sir, I've been waiting all night for your call. I've missed you." I said it as sweetly and innocently as possible. Johnny was another regular. One with a fetish for b**m. He loved to be in control and having me act as his little submissive minx.

I continued the call as I swept the kitchen floor. The light exertion caused my breathing to quicken, which only served to drive the men even more wild. Some men could tell when a woman was faking it or laying it on too thick. When I combined my cleaning with my s*x chat, it sounded more authentic and real. Maybe that was why I was so popular, and I could keep loyal customers coming back.

I made my way back to the living room, after finishing the kitchen floor and moved to the windows with my cleaner and rag in hand. My conversation with 'my master' continued. I had mastered the art of b**m. Well, in theory that is. When I first started as a s*x operator, I had done a lot of research. Books, porn and internet became my best friend for months and months. I didn't have a whole hell of a lot of real-life experience, but my clients would never guess that. In their mind, I was the filthy, experienced little slut that made them come each and every night.

I cleaned the large picture window that directly faced the house next door. That was my favorite thing about this house. Every single window was large, allowing the sunlight to pour in during the day, making the house feel bright, earthy and airy.

I paused as I watched the shadow move around in the house beside me. His living room lights were off but the curtains were open and the light spilling into the room from the kitchen allowed me to see his frame in his equally as large window.

"Please, sir. Please let me c*m!" I moaned out, not taking my eyes off the man in front of me. I could tell that he was tall and well built, the muscles along his arms evident, even in the shadows. He reached his arms out to either side of the window, appearing as if he was reaching for the curtains to close them, but then paused.

I could tell he was watching me. With my living room lights on, I was sure that he was getting a full clear view of me. I knew I was attractive. I was not conceited by any means, but I was confident in what I had been blessed with. Curves in all the right places with large but not too large natural breasts. Long flowing dark brown hair to my waist and green eyes that popped out from behind my thick, long, luscious lashes.

I could tell that Johnny was getting close. "f**k, Angel, don't stop. Let me use that dirty little mouth of yours like the good little w***e that you are. Get on your knees. Now."

"Yes, sir." I paused, giving it a moment, as if I was actually getting down on my knees and not spraying and wiping the window in front of me. Then I continued, "Please sir, c*m for me. Let me taste you, please. I need to taste you!" I moaned out, scrubbing a bit harder, just to get the natural breathy tone that these men so loved to hear.

I paused my scrubbing again as I watched the man in front of me cross his arms across his chest. The streetlights chose that moment to come to life and my breath caught at the sight before me.

There before me stood a shirtless Adonis, Greek god of a man, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats that sat dangerously low on his hips. His body looked like it was made from steel with rock hard biceps, pecs and a very well formed eight pack right above his well defined v-line that nearly had my eyes popping out of my head.

"f**k meeee..." I whispered breathlessly.

Johnny heard this, groaning louder, assuming it was meant for him. "That's it you filthy little w***e, open your mouth wide for your master!"

Instead of responding, my breathing became more erratic as my eyes roamed over this Greek god of a man. My eyes slid slowly upwards, taking in each and every line and well-defined muscle of his body. The dim light from the streetlights seemed to only make every bulging muscle that much more defined by the shadows it cast. When my eyes stopped on his face, I gasped lightly and found myself holding my breath. He was the most beautiful human being I have ever seen in my life.

His lips were full, pink and pouty, glistening. His straight and perfectly Grecian nose settling between two sharp, high well-defined cheekbones. A perfectly chiseled jaw, lightly sprinkled with a glorious 5 o'clock shadow which only seemed to define his jaw that much more. Then my eyes met his. It felt like the world around me stopped completely. Time stood still. Those eyes. Bright, piercing silver blue eyes that shone even in the dim light, surrounded by heavy, dark, thick lashes that perfectly matched the raven black hair that was spilling over onto his forehead. His hair was trimmed neatly on the sides, but the top was longer and tousled waves as if he had been running his hand through it repeatedly.

I groaned out loud. I couldn't stop it before it slipped out. One look at this man and I was instantly wet. That body. Those eyes, staring straight at me. Through me. Something vaguely familiar but I just couldn't quite place it. I continued to watch as a small smirk pulled at the right side of his lips, his eyes appearing even brighter. That smirk looked so... smug.

"Now c*m for your master!" The voice on the other end of the headset pulled me out of my dazed trance. At this moment in time, I was insanely grateful for my years of training and experience. I didn't miss a beat.

I didn't take my eyes off the man in front of me as my lips formed a perfect O and I let the moan escape. I watched as his eyes narrowed and moved to my mouth, looking slightly amused, the smug smirk never leaving his face.

Does he know what I am doing? The thought made me smile, curiously. This only added to my excitement.

I turned my back to him and sauntered away from the window as seductively as I could. There was no doubt that the man in the window was still watching me.

I dropped my items on the kitchen counter as I finished my call with Johnny. Another satisfied customer.

Damien

The movers placed the last of the boxes on the living room floor. I pulled my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans and made sure to tip each one generously.

"Oh, wow, thank you Mr. Vanderbrooke!" The youngest one said excitedly as he put the $100 bill in his pocket. "If you ever need help moving again, please call us!" With that he scurried out the front door. Poor kid. His eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree when I had handed it to him. I don't think the poor bastard had ever seen a $100 bill in his life.

I closed the door behind them, then raked my hand through my hair for the hundredth time today. I can't believe I am back in this s**t hole. This shitty f*****g town that I had spent my life running from.

When I had received the phone call from my mother, my eyes had almost popped out of my f*****g head. "He needs you to come back. Next week will be his last week. We don't have a choice, Damien. Doctors' orders. He doesn't trust anyone else to take over. He NEEDS you."

Leave it up to my mother to be the one to call and guilt trip me. Had the bastard called me himself, I would have refused. I would have told him to shove the job, his company, all of it, up his ass. Instead, it was my mother. The one and only woman in my life that I would ever love, ever trust. I despised women. Don't get me wrong, I loved a good f**k. But women were soul sucking creatures that used men for anything they could get their money grubbing hands on. I had rules for my dating life. Well, non-dating life. No woman, twice. Ever.

I didn't do attachments or feelings. There was only one woman that had taken up space inside my head for an extended period of time. It had taken years to get her out. Never again.

I had left my life, my spacious and glorious penthouse, everything, behind. To come back to this.

This. f*****g. Town.

The place I promised I would never return to.

I let out a huff as I padded down the hallway, already removing my shoes and my socks, ready to get out of these damn clothes and drink until the pity left me. I stripped down to nothing and began to rummage through my suitcase. Great. Just great. Where the f**k was my underwear? Giving up, I grabbed a simple yet comfy pair of grey sweats and slid them on.

I grabbed the bottle of bourbon that was sitting on the kitchen counter, removed the lid and took a long drink. The sweet fire slid smoothly down my throat as I gulped repeatedly. This was my life. Can't find my underwear but deemed it necessary to make sure the bottle of bourbon was readily available. Priorities, right? f**k me.

I slide my hand through my hair again. A habit of mine. An easy tell as to how high my frustrations had peaked. I walked through the silent house into the living room and looked at the boxes on the floor, deciding to leave them for now. I had a week and a half to get settled before I had to show up at the office.

I wasn't going to go in a day earlier than necessary. I was less than pleased with my current situation and there was no way I was going to do anything that made it any easier on the old prick that had now ruined my life.

Walking over to the windows, one by one, I pulled the curtains closed. This house was less than ideal. Two levels, only three bedrooms and not quite up to my standards. However, it was one of the few that were on the market on such short notice. The only thing I appreciated was the large windows. I needed that natural light in order to not feel so trapped in this damn house. This damn town.

I reached for the curtains but stopped. Directly across from me, in the neighboring house, not even twenty feet away, was a site that took by breath away. I had a perfect view of an angel. She had what I assumed to be glass cleaner in one hand, a rag in the other. Her body was on display in a short pair of jean shorts and tank top. No bra. I could tell that immediately. She looked shorter. Maybe 5'4". That didn't stop those long slender tanned legs from making my heart speed up.

She was curvy. Wide hips that only set to accentuate her tiny waist that poked out below the tank top. Her perfectly formed t**s damn near had me drooling. Fake. Those had to be fake. My eyes raked over her body sliding along her collarbone, over her delectable neck, up to her face.

She was wearing some kind of headset. Her mouth was moving, slow and accentuated. Phone call or singing? I wasn't quite sure. I sure as f**k didn't care. Watching those perfectly plump cherry red lips move, made my c**k twitch instantly. Her small, pointed nose was straight and symmetrical, well-defined features covered her face and those eyes. Holy f**k, those eyes. A bright green color that popped dramatically underneath a full set of gorgeous, luscious lashes. Those eyes that seemed slightly familiar, but I chose not to give it a second thought.

Her body swayed back and forth slightly as she scrubbed the window. I could see her dark brunette hair swishing this way and that behind her, settling somewhere around her waist in the back. I crossed my arms in front of me as I watched her in awe.

Just then the streetlight switched on, basking the street and my window in a soft warm glow. I watched as her eyes widened and her mouth moved. Her eyes slowly moving over my entire body before finally settling on my eyes. I couldn't help but smile. I could tell she liked what she saw. I would definitely be f*****g that woman.

I watched as her mouth formed an O and her eyes fluttered for a moment. I stared intently at her lips. Was she singing? The f*****g woman looked like she was having an orgasm. 

What the f**k?

I couldn't help the smug smirk that once more took over my lips. She would definitely be making that face again soon, when my c**k was buried deep inside of her. As if reading my thoughts, her eyes once more met mine and she smiled and turned away.

My c**k instantly sprang to life. 

Holy f**k. 

That ass was the most perfect, round and tight ass I had ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. She swayed her hips back and forth as she walked out of the room. Her shorts not even covering the bottom of her ass cheeks as she went.

I let out a groan and once more ran my fingers through my hair. Here I stood, hard as f**k just from a simple view of this woman. Alright, guess it's shower time.

I padded lightly back up the stairs to the shower attached to my bedroom and couldn't help but smile. Maybe this s**t town had more to offer than I remembered.