Author’s note : I can’t believe
your reactions to part 1 I’m so grateful!! Here is a part 2 :) Don’t forget to
drop me a line!
I ran to the elevator, passing the gorilla who flashed
me smile, perhaps it was gentle but I found it disgusting. The ride down seemed
never-ending and I had to swallow back my tears until the polluted air of the
city hit my face. I didn’t want to take his stupid car, or a taxi, or a company
car. I needed to think. The sound of the city surrounded me like a safety
blanket. It was familiar. The ambulances, the honking, the buzzing from people
and cell-phones, dings from the crossing lights and roaring engines a
reassuring melody. I took in the smell of warm pollution, the burning odor from
the work of construction men on the sidewalk, tobacco from classic cigarettes,
touch of caramel from those electronic cigarettes and delicious hot Chinese
food from a tiny pedestrian street I passed…
Am I a prostitute now?
Technically he hasn’t touched me so we didn’t have sex. But I exposed myself to
him. I feel the warm tears stream down my cheeks as I walk in long fast
strides. I was not a country-girl, but I can tell some things became different
since I live in New-York, like my walking pace. I don’t remember the last time
I was so responsive to anything surrounding me.
I wanted to call a friend, talk
about it but I couldn’t. I was bounded to secrecy, couldn’t mention Ashton to
anyone, and there was no point in just telling I had gotten a job at an Escort
company… What would anyone think of me? My parents or siblings would be so
worried, my old pals from back home would say I became a tramp and people from
Uni weren’t that much my friends, I couldn’t open up to them like that.
The sight of my old unfashionable little
building was actually a comforting sight. The front door’s code was not working
–assuming it ever worked- and the street had this awfully heavy odor of piss,
besides, it was not seldom to find a homeless junkie on the steps when they
weren’t in the hallway. It was literally all I could find that was in New-York
and not in the outskirts of it, now that I was more acquainted to the Big
Apple, I knew it was not so important to be in the center and that subway was
functioning much more often than the 2 or 3 bus lines back in my home-town. The
elevator was probably managed by the same company as the electric door so I
climbed the 6 floors of creaking stairs before reaching my door and banging my
foot on it. It would refuse to open otherwise. From the doorstep I had a view
of my entire studio, the bed, the kitchenette, the door to the tiniest bathroom
you’ve ever seen, yet I considered myself lucky I had my own bathroom instead
of a shared one.
I stuffed the clothes into a laundry bag Eve had given
me, ready to take them to the dry cleaner tomorrow and hopped in the small
shower, probably indulging myself to the longest shower I ever had in this
flat. Anyway, I would be able to pay my bill now. Speaking of which I still had
not checked my tip. Raspy towel wrapped around my waist, boobs hanging loose, I
clapped my wet feet to the bed where I had thrown my purse and opened it to
find the crumpled green notes. One hundred dollars bills. One, two, three,
four. Holy shit four hundred dollars. And I was to get the same amount from
Forbidden Fruit. I thought about it for a moment. Even with just two dates a
month my life would change so dramatically… And maybe some dates would even
cost more. I might even upgrade my ranking in the Agency and become more
expensive. Eve would give me my proper contract and attestation or such in a
week or so, papers on which I am said to be hired as a junior commercial if I
recall, justifying my variable incomes, but the contract says I can’t earn less
than 800$ a month. She said it was just a number and I reckoned she meant I’d
earn far less but starting to think about it, she meant I would earn incredibly
more… I would maybe be able to get out of this shitty studio. I wouldn’t get
anything fancy, just maybe a better neighborhood and a real bathroom : that
would be so incredible. I made the decision to spend my first tips, just spend
them like there’s no tomorrow, I’ll spend on important matters with the pay but
for now I needed to indulge myself to a few luxuries. I reach for my old laptop
like a maniac and googled to find a sushi company.
“I’ll be having four beef'n'cheese yakitori, the Sakura
menu- yeah the one with the maki rolls and California rolls, and a Maiko menu
please. Yeah, with a beer and Vanilla Mochis. Could you call me when you’re
there, I’m sorry the door doesn’t work.”
I dressed in pajamas and flip-flops, excited and
mouth-watering at the perspective of my dinner. The food arrived with two sets
of chopsticks, indicating me how much food I had ordered, but I didn’t care. I
had not been able to treat myself to some Japanese food ever since I had moved
here. I fell asleep, stomach and wallet full, more confident about tomorrow.
The next morning I had no class, and my first reflex
was to check for the bills in my wallet. I decided I deserved a Starbucks breakfast,
another gastronomic luxury I had been denied. I made a mental promise that I
wouldn’t spend everything on food : I’d need to go to the gym a lot otherwise.
I walked to the office and asked for Eve at the
reception, she had asked me to some today to have a little feedback on my first
real working day, which I found very thoughtful of her. She greeted me warmly
and with pride on her face.
“You, my girl, must have done something
absolutely amazing.” she slowly spoke, setting down two coffees fresh from
a shiny Nespresso machine that was in her office. I noticed the purple orchids
on the glass table, they smelled of sophistication and majesty.
“But Ashton Irwin are you serious?” I
“So, is he that cute in real life?” she
asked sounding for a moment more like a friend than a boss. “Oh come on
darling not because I could be his mom that I can’t appreciate beauty when I
“He… he’s stunning.”
“Thought so. How did it go, did you have sex with
him?” she licked the tiny spoon of her coffee, though she did not put any
sugar in it. I tore the package from mine and let it dissolve into the black
“N-no.” this was nearly as awkward as when
my mom first asked me quite the same question, a few years ago.
“I would have bet on it. He seems to have a few
fetishes if you know what I mean…” she spoke lazily with a half-smile.
“What did you do?”
“I, I masturbated for him. And he masturbated
“Did you feel comfortable there?” she kindly
“As much as I could yeah… I guess yeah.”
Which was true. A few fetishes, what does she mean? I don’t know what she means but I feel too stupid to ask.
“He did not force you into anything,
correct?” she raised an eyebrow holding my gaze. “Y/N, if anything
ever happens against your will you must know that I will stick with you, you
have a contract but so have the men and it includes treating you with respect.
Not necessarily be nice, but correct.”
“He was fine don’t worry.” She was instantly
“But what did you do?”
“I don’t know! Why?”
“He wants to see you again. He seemed to like
He liked me.
“Come on Y/N don’t play coy he must have tell you
something that gave you the hint he enjoyed your presence, he must have been
nice or talkative? You didn’t even have sex for Christ sake!”
“He erm, no really he was rather cool and
distant, made me undress, made me make tea, made me masturbate, let me use the
bathroom.” I recalled counting on my fingers. “Then yeah he tipped me
and offered me to use his driver…”
“How much did he tip you?” she asked,
curious. “Don’t fret darling this money is all yours, I just want to
“400$. Eve I still don’t get it why does the guy
“Y/N do you have any idea how complicated it is
for him to find someone?”
“Are you joking I bet a guy would be keen on
banging him too!” I dropped incredulous. “Hell, my own sister would
agree to his every fantasy!”
“But how do you find someone when you are him?
Y/N their lives are over-controlled : they can’t just chat up a girl and bring
her upstairs for a quick shag, nor just give away their phone numbers to get to
know someone. When would they find the time or place to romance a woman? Yet,
they have needs, physical or intellectual needs, you and the Fruits are here to
I remained silent for a moment. Sure it all fell
into place but still, how terribly sad of a life.
“He’d like you to meet him later in the
afternoon if that is alright with you, I believe you are free today?” Eve
pulled me out of my daze.
“Yes, yes I am.”
“Great, I shall give him your professional number
then. I get a copy of every text sent or received, it’s not privacy invasion
it’s just protection to know where you are and with who, shall you decide to
use this phone for anything else than setting up a meeting I’m just letting you
know. You can go home and perhaps change, have a nice day Y/N.” and with
that she kindly dismissed me.
My professional mobile buzzed soon enough.
Y/N meet me at 5pm, we
have a bit of shopping to do.
Alright, what kind?
I will be a little
unusually dressed, but you can dress casual.
I can’t exactly be seen
where we are going. Don’t worry I’ll recognize you. Do you need a car?
No thank you.
I tapped on his last message containing the address
and it automatically sent me to the map app. I just love this new phone, I
thought while it finished loading. A sex shop. Really… I took in the
information and proceeded it. It was a bit risky for him to be seen in these
places. I get it, his fans could be really young and if a picture of him
entering a sex shop was to leak all over the Internet, it would create a frenzy
among the young 5SOS fam as they dubbed themselves. I pictured for a second my
sister in her poster-plastered room, scrolling on her laptop to see pictures of
her idol buying dirty sinful goods. First it could disturb and influence the
young fans into depravation or whatever and second –probably more important to
Ashton’s management- if it was to make the news parents would see it and
disapprove of the band, meaning they wouldn’t buy merch and else. My parents
were not the strongest believers when it came to this doctrine that sex is a
holy thing to happen for procreation only, but social pressure was heavy. I
feel like we’re missing something about sex in America. By mystifying it we
seem to only make it less understandable and natural, especially for young
people. My memory of sex-ed consisted in an awkward talk pretty similar to the
one in “Mean girls” : Don’t have sex or you’ll get pregnant and die.
I grew up in a small town, we had no sex shop and to be honest I had never been
in one so I was a little excited and curious about it.
I dressed casual like he said. But checking at myself
I decided to change : I wanted to look good for him. I replaced the jeans with
a cute skirt but kept the simple t-shirt and sneakers. Nice but still casual. I
was at the address he sent me pretty quick and paced the sidewalk, looking around
for the handsome man I had a date with.
“Hello Y/N.” his unmistakable voice startled
me. He had a beanie and sunglasses hiding his face, a maroon jumper and some
blue jeans way looser than his classic attire. He didn’t really look like
himself, you’d have to pay attention to recognize him. Coming to think of it,
look does matter, because he would be easy to spot with signature black
skinnies and torn revealing shirt, yet no one would really notice this average
man who stood in front of me.
“Hello Ashton.” I piped in a higher voice
than I intended.
“Shall we?” he motioned for the heavy curtain
and I took a deep breath entering the place. Quite nice, not the weird kind of
place I had in mind. At all. I knew there were some nice girly shops but they
were probably filled with people who’d have higher chances to notice him than
“Why are we here?” I muttered to his
“We need a few toys and stuff to play.” He
very simply stated.
He led me straight to a corner where all sizes and colors
sex toys were on display. It looked a little like a candy store, an odd mature candy
“Pick one.” He encouraged.
I started touching at the different testers, weighing
them and feeling the texture, nervous. I noticed Ashton shifting next to me and
clearing his throat. I couldn’t help but reach for a huge thing with a little
rabbit in addition to the main length. It was appropriately called a Rabbit,
made in a jelly material, and vibrating so that the ears of the rabbit would
vibrate against the clit as you slid the length that could spin on itself. Fascinating…
I could just imagine the feeling from- Disturbed by a cough from Ashton I
quickly put it back and grabbed a box with a regular vibrating pink toy.
“It looks pretty much like the one I have.”
I admitted. It was a gift from my friends, a joke they had ordered online when
I had gotten accepted at University in New-York, little reference to Sex and
the city, but it had become quite handy, though I had never confessed that to
my pals. Ashton smiled, he grabbed a box and my eyes darted to the shelf to
know what it was : a silk mask. He stopped and his fingers reached for a small
crop as he emitted a discreet sigh. I tensed. Did he want to beat me?
“What are these?” I asked showing him a
weird tube with a squeezing stuff attached.
“Pumps, they’re meant to enlarge penises. It’s
for those who didn’t come out as lucky as me.” He just said with a smug
smile. Somehow I found this little arrogance quite arousing.
“Do you enjoy massages Y/N?” he asked,
very formal which made me laugh a little as I nodded. He picked something that
looked a bit like a candle and threw it in the basket he carried. We were
standing in front of a shelve full of small oddly shaped items. A box read
“Anal” and it clicked in my mind.
“See one that you like?” he set his
hand on my waist and I shivered. Not really, I I’ve never used one so I’m a
little clueless. I wish he had bought all this stuff without me. No, on a
second thinking I like being here and I like the feeling of his palm burning my
waist at the sight of everyone who might watch.
“I don’t know…” I muttered, chewing
the inside of my mouth. “Choose for me maybe?” I asked fluttering my
eyelashes at him in a flirty way. His stunning eyes locked with mine and I feel
something. He takes one, a small sparkly thing. Before adding anything new he
raises his eyebrows at me and I generally answer with a coy smile. I only
suppress a chuckle when I see him pick a feather thing.
“Last but not least…” he said to himself
looking at lingerie items. To me, a sex shop was selling latex and leather,
chains and such, but Ashton was grazing at the lace of some white panties. He
picked two babydoll nighties, a sheer one with black patterns and a fuchsia one
with ruffled layers at the chest. They were pretty to be honest, really
beautiful. I felt a little flattered he was picking out outfits he wanted to
see me in, and for an instant I forgot I was getting paid by him for this. I noticed
him grabbing some panties, and some heels, which got me wondering how the hell
he knew which size to get.
“Would you like anything else? Something just for
you?” he questioned. “Treat yourself, doll, it’s on me.”
I felt a tingle at the nickname. I knew I should pick
something but I didn’t know what. Unless I'd… No, really no I couldn’t. Unless
I…? I timidly went away from him and got the massive sextoy from earlier.
“Naughty little girl aren’t you? I might ask you
to bring it someday.” he raised an eyebrow and grinned before setting all
our shopping at the check-out. He paid cash without an eye bat and we exited
“You’re welcome baby, my pleasure.” He said
not bothering to look at me as he was heading fast to the street. He opened the
door to a black SUV stationed there and let me in before scouting next to me.
The driver did not say a word and headed somewhere I had no idea of. I wondered
what he knew about who I was.
“How are you?” Ashton tried as a start to a
regular socially acceptable small talk.
“Good thank you, how are you?”
“A little tired, we’ve had a five interviews and
a photo shoot this morning so we woke up really early. How is school?”
“Fine, I got a paper back earlier this week and
it went pretty well.”
“That’s good, I’m happy for you doll.”
I felt like I was making conversation with a friend’s
parent or something, at least until he put his hand on my thigh. I didn’t look
up to catch his eyes, nor move, but I glanced in the rearview mirror,
embarrassed by the presence of the driver. For the first time, I noticed how
long and lean his fingers were : he might be a drummer but he definitely had
the hands to be a pianist. The long fingers crept down my inner thigh making
small Goosebumps erupt all over my skin while Ashton let out a longing sigh. We
reached the hotel and I was shocked to find it swarmed by fans with signs and
“Too packed here, we’re coming through the
parking.” The driver informed us and Ashton sighed again, more like
exasperated this time. For a second I pictured what would happen to him in this
mass of teenage girls. And what would happen to me. He’d be assaulted, then
drop the bag, the stuff would spill onto the ground and then-
“We’re here.” He said opening my door for me
to get out. Here being the underground parking from the palace. We took the
elevator and were finally safe in Ashton’s room.
“So, erm you have two possibilities. Either you
can stay the night here with me, either you can come back tomorrow
morning?” he explained, scratching his nape again in a way I started to
I was taken aback but thinking about it I had no class
tomorrow until early afternoon. Staying the night definitely meant we were
going to have sex and to be honest I didn’t mind.
“Okay great. I’ll get you some clothes for
None of us knew what to say after and I stood
awkwardly fidgeting with my hands.
“You can, erm, use the bathroom to put
this.” He handed me ruffled panties and the same red lipstick he’d made me
I excused myself swiftly and arranged my make up a
little once in the marble bathroom. Carefully applying the lipstick he seemed
to like so much, I dabbed my lips with my fingers to brush them on my cheeks
after and have this rosy cute blush. I quit my own underwear to replace them
with the ones Ashton had just bought and went back to the room, tossing my
things in my purse. Ashton shot me a confused look.
“I thought I’d told you to put the panties.”
“I did?” I answered equally puzzled.
“I meant just the panties.” He
clarified, sighing heavily.
“Oh. I am sorry, I-” I apologized already
lifting my t-shirt.
He flashed me a dazzling smile and threw himself
on the bed. He picked up the phone and called room service.
“Bottle of Cristal.” he says, curt yet
polite. Looks like I am not making tea today.
Shortly after, a bell rings and I jump a little.
“It must be the room service, please get
the door.” Ashton lazily asks without moving and inch. I look around for clothes,
“Did I say you could cover yourself?”
“No, no but I-”
“Enough. Go get the door right now.”
I flush and make my way to the door as slowly as
possible, hiding myself behind as I open. The young groom’s eyes widen and he
flushes as bad as me, apologizing all he can but Ashton says it’s nothing. He
raises from the bed and appreciatively eyes the silver tray with the champagne
in its ice bucket. The lad excuse himself again ready to leave before Ashton
stops him. He stands all suit and tie in the room, doing his best to look at
the floor, while Ashton seems to be doing his best to take as long as possible
finding his wallet. After endless seconds I finally see the familiar brown
“Oh I’m out of cash, doll do you have
some?” he asks, not the slightly disturbed.
I stare at him completely dumbfounded. He’s got
to be kidding me.
I comply, and go on shaky legs to the chair
where I set my purse to pull an old childish wallet. I realize I have no idea
how much I am supposed to give him so I eye Ashton with despair. I thought he
had forgotten I was much underdressed but from the smirk I swear he remembered
quite well and was enjoying the situation. Embarrassed I decide on 10$ only
because it was the first not I could find, I just wanted this stranger to go
“Don’t worry I’ll give you back your
money.” Ashton adds matter-of-factly while settling himself on the bed
again. I stand, a bit like the guy had a few seconds ago. Ashton looks at me
then at the champagne and at me again. I walk to the tray and notice two
glasses. I pour him one.
“Please have one too.” he flatly says.
“And get the tray next to me.”
I do as he says and settle next to him on the
bed in a rush of confidence, ticking my glass against his and flashing him a
smile. He looks startled but not that displeased.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks out
of the blue. Shit where did that came from? Is he going to ask me to be his
“No. No I don’t.” Why would he ask
this? Surely I don’t have a boyfriend, if I did I probably wouldn’t be lying
next to a guy who isn’t my boyfriend in panties. Unless… “Why do you
ask, do you have a girlfriend?”
“Not at the moment” He chuckles
drinking a bit. What a weird question. The more time we spend together the more
his awkward attempt at small talk grows… well more awkward.
He plunges his fingertips in the ice bucket and
aims his hand to my belly, letting drops of water. My hips bucked at the cool
“Stay still.” he orders. His pointer
found the drop on my skin and started drawing lines. My body tingled.
He took an ice cube from the bucket and held it
above my navel, waiting for the water to fall. “Shhh be a good girl, don’t
The ice made my body burn.
He ran a cube up and down my slit, holding it
carefully with his lean fingers. “Don’t move…” he cooed again, like
a mantra. I sighed in pleasure and squirmed a little. “Move and I’ll
stop.” he icily told me.
He kept his up and down ice race until the cube
was melted, applying more or less pressure, numbing me. I had my eyes shut yet
I heard the discreet rumble of ice signaling me he was taking another one. He
brought it against my core again but this time separated my folds with his
fingers. I froze : it was the first time he was actually touching my most
intimate part. Yet it didn’t last long and once the cube was at my entrance I
could just feel his pointer and thumb pressed between my wetness.
“You must stay very still.” he slowly
told me. “You can moan all you want, scream, but I don’t want you to move.
Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I sighed in anticipation.
With just one finger he pushed the cube inside
The pleasure from it echoed in my entire body, I
moaned, sighed, screamed a little when it moved and I could feel it was
starting to melt pretty fast against my contrasting burning heat.
“How does that feel?”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Fuck yes please.”
“Lay on your stomach.”
I turned and squealed feeling the ice moving in
my pussy. Who would have thought it’d feel that good? Ashton dropped a
cube on my nape and I had to bite the pillow not to move or scream. I felt the
ends of his hair tingling my skin as he drove the cube all the way down my
spine with his lips I guess. I bucked my ass to him and he kneaded my cheeks,
parting them a little.
“Has anyone been here yet?”
“Answer me!” he growls, frightening me.
“No” I barely whisper.
His cold fingers poke at my small hole, not
entering though, much to my relief. That’s not something I want to do, at all.
But right now I would very very much like him to fuck me. The ice in my pussy had melted completely leaving a mess on the bed and
great need inside of me. A new ice cube was pressed between my ass cheeks,
tensing me immediately.
“Just relax baby it’s all good.” Ashton muttered
against my ear. I could feel his body leaning against mine, just a quick press.
He rolled the icy dice against me, earning a few sighs from me but I was not
moving anymore, I had gotten the message. Without a warning he pushed the
significantly smaller cube in my asshole. I yelled then bit my lip to contain
myself. I was unable to tell if it was awful or delicious. The stretching was
very light, the cold sensation a soothing one, and his big hands massaging my
ass cheeks made my focus change.
Seeing me so distressed and needy, Ashton went
to get the toy and dipped it in the bucket before thrashing it into me. I was
quick to come despite being numb from the ice, much to my surprise. Yet, as intense
as this orgasm was, it lacked that sparkle that only a man can bring. The
clenching of his jaw, the sweat of his body, his weight and his sounds. I
wanted him, all of him.
“Thank you Y/N, good night.” Ashton says getting
under the covers. I frown and don’t really understand what this is all about.
“But you didn’t-“
“Good night Y/N” he cut me.
Exhausted and worn out, I fell asleep quickly in
the comfy bed deciding I was allowed to since he had not thrown me out yet. Yet
before falling my brain was repeating Eve’s words : “He seems to have a few fetishes if
you know what I mean”… I have a better idea now but still blurry. And how did
The next morning I woke up with this odd
sensation in my neck. That’s what good pillows feel like. There was no sign of
Ashton until I heard running water.
Carefully laid on the armchair was a student outfit.
Not the raunchy one you can buy at the sex shop but one that seemed real. A
very short navy skirt, a white little blouse and a fitted jacket adorned with
golden buttons. Folded on the side, white panties with a matching bra. It
looked like it belonged in a movie.
“Oh you found your clothes.” Ashton
surprised me exiting the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his hips. I couldn’t
help but stare at him, the dry muscles of his stomach and the happy-trail in an
upside-down T. I blushed a bit.
“Yeah… Thank you. But I, I mean you know
I’m in university… we don’t have uniforms…” I said watching the damped
locks of his hair clad to his neck.
“Oh I know baby…” he smiled a crooked smile
that made my insides twist.
Nervous, I dressed in front of him while he massaged
his scalp with a small towel, eyeing me appreciatively. I nearly made pigtails
in the end but figured he might not be too impressed by my joke so I just went
to grab my sneakers and faced him, waiting for him to say something.
“Don’t you look perfect…” he smirked. “I’ll
pick you up after school, be a good girl.”
Author’s note : arghhh I love this.
There will be a part 3 but don’t forget to come and talk to me in the ask box,
it’s really important for me :)
I always think my campus is gorgeous, but it’s downright magical when it’s covered in snow. There’s a hush across everything, except when the bells in Old Main ring on the hour. The hills stretch foggily into the distance. The wind whips snow flakes into tiny tornadoes swirling in the wind.
I’m not much for walks, but I find myself wandering around campus any time it snows, camera (or iPhone) in hand, snapping videos and photos of the magic around me.
So this weekend was my birthday. I’m 30 - a real adult. And as a real adult, I now have a real camera. Naturally, after watching hours of YouTube tutorials on said camera, and reading the entire manual (first time for everything), I took some cat pictures. I’m pleased to say they look no worse than photos taken with an iPhone. I have arrived. Also included: snowy view from my studio today, random art things and my face.