About Last Night

Also, yes, that is most definitely something I can help with. I would consider it a privilege to be the man you chose for the job.

Still available,

Quinn loves chocolate…any chocolate…all the chocolate x

After sending the email, I called DFT. Candace, the receptionist, owed me a favor, and I was calling it in.

“DFT. This is Candace speaking. How may I help you?”

I smirked. Candace was a sixty-something-year-old woman who acted like a twenty-year-old. She had her children young and was a great-grandmother two times over. Also, she loved the shit out of me. “Candy, sweetheart, how are you this fine day?”

She grunted a laugh at my over-cheerfulness. “I’m fine, thank you, Matthew. What can I do for you, hon?”

I hated to do it, but felt I needed to. No one would be better at serving Maya than me. “Remember when I caught you napping at your desk and I woke you before anyone saw. You said you owed me. I’m calling in my marker.”

She made a noise in her throat then asked suspiciously, “And what would that favor be?”

I didn’t waste time beating around the bush. “I need you to check the reception email. There’s a new client who will likely try to book with another guy. I need you to tell her there is no one else. No one else but me.”

Candace sighed. “Matty, sweetie, I don’t know. I could get into a lot of trouble.”

“Are you going to tell anyone? Because I’m not. It’ll be strictly between you and me. Besides, the client might never even book. This is all just a would-be scenario.”

I could all but hear her roll her eyes. “All right. Give me her email address.” I gave her Maya’s email and waited. “Well, she hasn’t booked yet, Matty. If she tries to, I’ll text you.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, I thanked her. “You’re the best, Candy. Love ya.”

The day’s heat was getting to me, so I removed my shirt and threw myself on my bed. It had been a few hours since I heard from Maya. I was beginning to think I was being punished for my delayed response earlier. I didn’t know how long I’d slept, but I woke to my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Blinking sleepily, I wiped at my eyes, picked it up, and smiled at seeing the sender.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: So…this isn’t awkward…

Quinnling,

I’m so glad you’re not that guy. I hate that guy. And there’s nothing to apologize for. Keeping your friend company without checking your phone just earned you major brownie points in my book.

I’m sorry for assuming you wouldn’t have the balls to let me know if you didn’t want to assist me.

Truth is, I wouldn’t have booked with anyone else. Not even if you had recommended them.

Not at all awkward,

Maya ever after x

Subconsciously, my chest puffed out, and I felt like beating on it like a gorilla while strutting around like a peacock. But I was too tired for that. Instead, I lay with an arm behind my head while typing with the other.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: Mmmm…brownie points.

Maya,

I’m glad we got that sorted.

Now, shall we get down to business?

If it’s all right with you, I’d like to know the extent of your sexual experience, so I can be better prepared for our meeting.

You can ask me anything you like in return. Scout’s honor.

Quinn

I didn’t know why writing that particular email seemed harder to write than the others. Something about this woman had my stomach turning.

I thought back to the last time I flirted with a woman for my own pleasure. Honestly, I couldn’t remember a time in the last year. My brow bunched. Had this become my life? Women throwing themselves at me for large sums, and me minus my natural libido? Sure, I had a large group of women to deal with, and majority of those women were regulars, but on the odd occasion I had a new client, yet I hadn’t been excited about it. I had been nervous about it, anxious even. With my regulars, I knew what they liked. I rarely had to use new moves. Making them come was a cinch.

My mind wandered. I wasn’t at all nervous to meet Maya. How easily would Maya come? I didn’t know what she liked, but I would explore her body and remedy that as soon as possible. Was she thin or full-figured? Tall or short? Would she taste sweet or spicy? She deserved a good first experience. Having this go as smoothly as possible was best for her. If this went sour, it could ruin her view of sex forever. I didn’t want that resting on me, but was sure I could make it something special for her.

I’d have to relax her somehow before the main event. A few orgasms should do the trick. I smirked to myself. Because that would be such a hardship for me.

There was something about a woman in the throes of orgasm that did something to me. Not only was it sexy as hell, it was validation, all I needed to know that I was in the right profession.

I had come across all types of women during my time as an escort. Some women were large, and others were small, but at the end of the day, they all had something about them I liked. I’d never been turned off by any of my clients. I never needed to take pills to make me stay hard. The truth was that horny women made me horny, and I loved making even the classiest of ladies wet. It was a powerful feeling, one I had yet to become sick of. I didn’t think I ever would.

My phone shook in my hand.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: RE: Mmmm…brownie points.

Quinn,

Gah. I guess we had to get to that eventually, didn’t we?

Well, there’s not a lot to that answer. In total, I’ve dated two men. They were both in college and didn’t amount to much. There had been kissing and groping, a bit of fondling. One of those men treated my breasts like a wind-up toy, while the other thought squeezing my nipples really hard would get me going. It didn’t. It hurt like a bitch.

The first guy entered me with his fingers and thought shaking me up like a milkshake machine would make me come; the second tried going down on me.

I fell asleep.

I’ve touched a mangina. Never seen one up close though. I’d always insisted on darkness when doing such sinful things.

That’s about it.

Yikes. Now that I think about it, it’s kind of pitiful. Sorry.

Okay. My questions to you are:

1) What is your favorite sport to play?

2) Or, What is your favorite sport to watch?

Pathetically yours,

Maya

I winced multiple times through reading her email. The two men she’d been with sounded like a couple lady-killers. Poor girl. No wonder she never tried to lose her virginity. She likely thought sex was nothing special. It didn’t matter though. I’d show her everything she needed to make sure she’d have a healthy sex life.

Mangina.

I snorted a laugh and typed my response.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: RE: RE: Mmmm…brownie points.

My poor Maya,

I pity the fool who had you in his grasp and disappointed you so thoroughly.

I’d like to say that bedroom games come easy to most, but they don’t. Sex is an art, and if you aren’t taught the basics, you have no hope in hell of pleasing anyone. The key to sex is communication. Don’t ever be afraid to tell your partner what you like. If you don’t, they’ll have to guess, and men (or women) can’t read minds…unfortunately. How cool would it be if they could??

You aren’t pathetic. Not even close. Stick with me and we’ll work together to make you a phenomenal lover. That’s a guarantee.

In answer to your question(s), I love to play basketball. My best friend thinks he’s Jordan circa the early nineties, but he’s more Dennis Rodman circa…now. It’s sad. Really.

> And you won’t believe it, but the sport I most love to watch is curling. Those damn Canadians sure know how to party, eh?

Now, as you can see, I’ve answered both your questions. How about we do it this way? Parties can either answer one, or both of the questions asked, depending on what they’re comfortable with.

My questions to you are:

1) What did you study at college?

2) Where are you most comfortable, a crowded city or alone on the beach?

Quinn

P.S. Don’t ever call my penis a mangina. Not ever. I feel completely emasculated by that horrible, horrible word. Great. Thanks. How will I ever do my job now?

I had things to do that day, but with every further email, my priorities faded into the background as new ones built themselves.

That should’ve been my first clue to end it.

Chapter Seven

Mia

“All I’m saying is that you should be careful. You don’t know anyone in your building, and it sounds like this Bill and Terry might be a little strange¸” explained my brother Harry in an overly haughty tone.

I just finished telling him about the cute gay couple in their thirties who lived across the hall. I had come home from my run a sweaty mess, and walking up the stairs, I spotted Terry leaving a basket in front of my door. He heard me approach and looked up. He beamed at me. “You must be our new neighbor on account of I don’t know you.” Standing tall, he held out a muscled arm and took my sweaty hand, kissing it. “You are just adorable.” Calling over his shoulder, he yelled out, “Bill, honey, get out here and meet the little dish who is our neighbor! She’s adorable!”

Still in a daze, I looked over at the opening apartment door to find Bill, an equally tall, muscled, and attractive man coming at me. Where Terry had messy blond hair and green eyes, Bill had dark hair chopped into a crew cut and eyes so dark they could be classified as black. But then Bill smiled, and he wasn’t so scary anymore.

It was funny what a smile could do to a face.

Taking my free hand, Bill brought my knuckles to his mouth and kissed. “Hello there, sweetness. Welcome to the hood.”