Dirty Daddy

She says nothing, but something flashes behind her eyes—something that seems confident and yet sad at the same time.

45

Ashley

“Hi this is Misty, who am I speaking with?” I say into the phone as I lean back. I’ve put on white lace stockings with a matching white lace thong and lace bra. I have heels on, and I decide to recline on my sofa.

The truth is, I need this. I need to get back to de-personalizing the sex—especially after yesterday morning.

I can still remember the events as they happened.

“You are fucking amazing,” Arsen said to me as I stared up at him, his cum dripping from my face and body. In that moment, the fog of lust began to slowly clear from my brain and for a moment, I felt…what was it? Familiarity? Love?

I quickly got up from the floor of his living room and ran to the bathroom. I showered as quickly as I could and put on my clothes to look as presentable as possible.

“Where are you going?” Arsen asked me when I emerged all prepared for the day.

“Some of us have to work, you know?” I asked back, rhetorically.

He snorted and took a step closer to me. I took a step back.

I can’t understand why.

“Hi Misty,” the voice on the phone breathes. “My name is Max.”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for someone like Max with a sexy name all day long,” I coo into the phone. “What are you wearing?”

As Max goes on and on about what he’s wearing, I think back to how I left Arsen’s apartment yesterday morning.

“I thought we could get brunch,” Arsen said to me as I made for the door.

I kept walking.

“Is everything okay?” Arsen asked again. This brought me up short. I turned to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you owned the strip club?” I asked him.

He stared at me, putting on a robe so he wasn’t completely naked and walked over.

“Does it bother you?” he asked.

I think it did bother me. Even now, I think it still bothers m

e.

“What bothers me the most though is what Yasmine said,” I replied back to him. “She said that the owner of the strip club also owned the phone sex company that I work at. Called…”

He didn’t let me finish. “Simulated Pleasures, LLC,” he finished my sentence for me. “And yes, I own that as well.”

At first I didn't know what to say. But I know that Arsen was watching me.

“That means you know what I do for a living,” I stated. It wasn’t so much a question as more a statement to myself. “You know what I’ve had to do in the past. How I’ve had to dance.”

Arsen nodded. “I don’t care about any of that,” he said. “I only inherited this company from my father…”

But I didn't let him finish. “I don’t think this is appropriate, Arsen,” I said. “You own the company I work for, and I don’t think we’d ever be equals in any sort of relationship.”

Arsen snorted and looked at me. “Are you fucking serious?” he asked as he got up. “You didn’t let me cum just now till you were ready for me!”