Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries Page 5

  “Well, pink does look good on you,” she teases.

  Marcus turns his head just enough to see the ridiculously too small robe wrapped around me and begins to laugh.

  “I’m glad this amuses you both,” I say with my own humor behind the words. I know I look stupid but if this is going to make me the money I want, I’ll take the jokes.

  “Well, Mr. Masters, let’s see what you got,” M says.

  I could have easily just untied the robe but without hesitation I lose it altogether. If she needs to see everything, I’ll show her everything.

  “Well, Marcus, the boy didn’t lie. He’s definitely batting above average,” she shamelessly informs the boss. Her eyes do a once over and I’m gifted another stellar smile from M. Marcus on the other hand doesn’t even turn, I only see the nod of his head.

  “So, do you think we should give him an ‘interview’?” he asks M.

  “Oh yeah,” she responds. “I’m sure one of the girls would love to mount this damn near perfect specimen of a man.”

  “Nearly perfect?” I question with a hint of cockiness.

  “Stamina, love. If you can keep it up, I believe I could bump you to perfection,” she adds.

  Well my ego just shot through the roof. I’m actually a little bummed that M said one of the other girls and that she won’t be the one “interviewing” me. But from the brief glance into the brothel at a couple of the ladies, I definitely won’t be disappointed with whomever steps up to do the test drive.

  “Robe up,” Marcus instructs.

  I grab the robe from the floor slipping it back on. Again, it barely covers anything. I was tempted to ask for a towel to wrap around my waist but thought better of the idea. If all goes well, I need to be comfortable in this place.

  Marcus stands, facing me full on for the first time and begins to laugh once again.

  “M, I think you have this handled. I’m going home to Jane. Text me your decision,” and with that last statement, he stops beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder, “Good luck, Derek. Don’t let Jane or myself down.”

  ***

  Being that it’s a Friday, it seems as though the “A” team is scheduled to work. Each woman standing before me is as flawless in looks as the Madame. They each have a unique appearance that I find enticing and I can’t help the fact I’m already chubbing up. Fuck me. Is this really going to happen? I actually get to fuck one of these beautiful women without worrying about the clingy bullshit that comes with sleeping with your ordinary girl.

  “Ladies, you may have heard the rumors that Marcus and I have been toying with the idea of bringing on a couple of male escorts. Well, Mr. Masters here…”

  “What the fuck?! You already have a working name for him,” one of the girls snips, interrupting M.

  “No, Trixie, that won’t be his working name, that’s his actual last name,” M chides back.

  A couple of the girls giggle at the exchange.

  “Well, excuse the fuck out of me,” Trixie snaps back with a roll of her eyes.

  Damn, she’s feisty. I like that, but she also looks like she would rip my dick off too. Now I’m a little frightened at the idea that the angry, yet tiny one, will be the one who interviews me.

  “Derek, please grace these ladies with what’s under your robe,” M instructs.

  “Hey,” a voice from behind me says. “That’s my robe.”

  I turn towards the slightly high-pitched voice to find a beautiful blonde standing with yoga pants and sports bra on, glistening with sweat. I’m going to assume her attire and sweat is from working out since all the other ladies look to be dressed for work.

  “Well shit, it looks almost as good on you as it does me,” the blonde says, licking her lips.

  “Calico, this is Derek Masters. He’s interviewing to be our first male escort,” M catches the blonde up to speed.

  “Meeeoow,” she purrs. Normally I’d be annoyed like I was with the receptionist at DI, but something about the beauty kept me intrigued.

  Before I could say another word, Calico rounds me to join the other girls as M tells me to lose the robe once again, so I happily oblige. The hums of approval and whistles have my already engorged ego in full swing.

  “Goddamn! You’re like a Greek god,” another girl chimes in.

  “Hell, he looks like Tyler Durden with a cock like Dirk Diggler,” a different voice says.

  “Hmm,” I hear M say quietly to herself.

  “I like that combo. Derek’s working name, if he makes the cut, will be Dirk Durden. It clearly speaks for itself,” M says with confidence. “So, which of you lovely ladies would like to take Derek here for his interview?” M asks the group of women.

  “He’s mine,” Calico shouts. “I mean, he is wearing my robe so surely I should be the one to interview him,” she says in a cooler tone than before.

  “Fine, Calico. You may want to shower first,” M tells her, eyeing Calico’s sweaty appearance.

  “Oh yeah. Give me fifteen minutes and then send him back,” she says as she leaves down the hall.

  “Feel free to put the robe back on, have a drink, and mingle with the ladies who don’t have clients waiting,” M says as she exits the room.

  ***

  Fifteen minutes later I find myself standing in Calico’s room still wearing her robe. It’s very feminine with a large canopy bed dawning pale green ropes on a banister. I don’t know what it is about this place, but my primal instinct is ready to get this show going. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex so I hope I don’t blow my wad too soon, losing the chance at working here.

  Calico enters the bedroom wearing a see-through robe, hair still damp from her shower.

  “I hope you don’t mind the wet hair?” she asks.

  “Not at all. It’s just going to get messed up anyway,” I smile.

  “Shall we get started?” Calico asks as she steps closer to me, tilting her head up giving me access to her perfectly shaped lips. Leaning down I go to kiss her but she pulls back, halting me in my tracks.

  “Not on the lips, but anywhere else is fair game,” she hums as I reach around, grabbing her firm ass to pick her up. Instinct has her wrapping her legs around my waist as her lips trail kisses down my neck. I take the few steps I need towards her bed, laying her down, covering her body with mine while our hands get familiar with each other’s bodies.

  Slowly I move my mouth up and down her neck, nipping just enough to make her moan as she grinds against my cock. She’s wet and ready but I know for damn sure I won’t last if I dive right in. Fuck, I won’t last if she keeps rubbing against me the way she is. Without hesitation, I push up to lose my robe then open hers, kissing my way down to her breast, her back arches, pushing her perfectly full breasts into my face. I make sure to pay equal attention to each mound, circling her pierced nipples, lightly biting each one before continuing my decent down her torso. Calico’s legs fall open, giving me access to where I was headed. Her bare pussy and obvious arousal alone have me ready to explode. Thankfully I am able to reign in my urge for relief. I waste no time before burying my head between her thighs, inserting two fingers into her slick pussy, as my tongue teases her clit.

  “Oh, holy fuck,” she yells as she grips my hair tightly. My natural instinct wants me to keep her quiet but I quickly remember where I am, what this sexual encounter is, and that this place isn’t meant for quiet; it’s meant for pleasure, and that’s exactly what I want to deliver, pleasure.

  It doesn’t take long before I have Calico screaming out that she’s coming, my head clamped tightly between her thighs, and demanding I fuck her with my big dick until she can’t walk.

  “Condoms, where are they?” I ask in a tone I don’t even recognize as my own.

  “Either nightstand drawer,” she answers, already sated.

  “Oh no you don’t.” I tell her. “I’m not even close to being done with you.”

  “Mmm,” is all I get out of her, for now.

  There’s ev
ery size condom imaginable in the drawer but it doesn’t take long to find the one that will fit me. Once it’s on my dick I position myself between Calico’s legs, slowly rocking my hips forward. Every girl I’ve been with hasn’t been able to take all of me and it was always a huge task just to get in. Calico isn’t any different although some might think differently considering her career choice.

  “Oh dear god, just push forward already. I promise, I can handle all of you,” she insists, pushing her hips up, and using her legs to pull me in; taking more of my cock into her tight cunt.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Fuck me!” she demands.

  That’s all I needed to hear before thrusting forward, burying myself all the way inside the beautifully tattooed woman beneath me.

  “Goddamn, you feel good. You’re the first woman to ever take all of me,” I compliment her.

  “I told you I could,” she laughs.

  Most would be offended by laughing during sex but this isn’t just sex, it’s an interview.

  Our bodies begin to move together, every inch of me sliding in and out of the sweetness that is Calico. Every moan, grunt, and pant pushes both of us closer to our release. I want to make it last but every time she tightens her pussy around my dick it takes everything I have to not come.

  “Faster,” Calico whispers in my ear as she drags her nails down my back.

  I do as I’m told and move my hips faster, thrusting harder, deeper. At this rate, I’m going to lose it before she does but that’s not the case at all. Calico bites down into my shoulder as she tightens up before she screams out in ecstasy.

  “Come, now!” she yells as she’s still riding out her orgasm; I happily oblige, sounding like a caveman and grunting out my own release. Like I said, it’s been a while since I’ve had sex so this wasn’t my most classy moment.

  “Wow,” Calico breathes out heavily as we ay side by side in her bed.

  “You got that right. You’re the first to take all of me,” I confess again.

  “I told you I could,” pride evident in her voice.

  “So, did I pass my interview?” I ask.

  “Oh yeah,” she turns to me with a smile. “I’ll definitely be giving you a much-deserved recommendation to M.”

  Chapter Three

  Hannah

  Here I am, at a brothel, with my husband, trying to save my marriage. Things haven’t been the same between us since our daughter went off to college. Talk about empty nesters. This is beyond empty nest. We are both fortunate to have such an amazing relationship with our daughter but we lost ourselves somewhere in between being parents and our careers. How did I get talked into this? Am I crazy for letting my husband have sex with another woman? Better yet, am I crazy that I insisted on watching? I trust my husband. I believe he wouldn’t do things that I asked him not to but here I am; I couldn’t let him do this without me being present. Yep, I’m officially crazy.

  We’re in a section of the house that is called the parlor. I’m downing my third Jack and Coke in effort to ease my rattled nerves because of what’s going to happen tonight when I see him. He’s a tall, sandy blonde haired Adonis with abs like I’ve never seen, but I can’t help to wonder why a man that looks like him needs a place like this? Not to mention the fact that he’s standing around having casual conversations with a couple of the beautiful ladies, wearing just boxers with a matching open robe. I come to my own conclusion that he’s a regular who is comfortable standing around half naked, as he should be.

  “Do you like what you see?” a soft female voice says from beside me. I was too caught up with my inappropriate thoughts about the gorgeous young man to notice that Nicolette, the receptionist, was next to me. Come to think of it, I didn’t even notice my husband was drooling all over a young lady named Harmony. She was actually recommended to my husband by a very close friend. He said something about her being a student studying sexuality and likes helping couples. Harmony is the reason I agreed to this madness.

  “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean,” I answer confused.

  “Dirk Durden. You haven’t stopped staring since you laid eyes on him,” she smiles.

  “It’s hard not to look away,” I whisper from embarrassment at being caught ogling Dirk; also, so my husband can’t hear our conversation. Honestly he isn’t paying attention so I don’t know why I feel the need to worry about him.

  “He’s available if you’re interested,” Nicolette adds.

  “He works here?” I say baffled. I didn’t know Magnolia House had male escorts.

  “Dirk’s been here a couple of months. He’s our first male escort. He has been a fabulous addition to our organization and usually doesn’t have availability when he works,” she explains, “but his next client unfortunately had to cancel,” she concludes.

  “I can have him?” I ask.

  “If you want him, he’s available. Just let me know, and very soon,” Nicolette says before heading back to her work area.

  My mind is spinning, my heart rate just kicked up a notch at the thought of having the perfect specimen of a man standing across the room. The fact that his name is Dirk Durden doesn’t escape me either. That can only mean one thing; he’s packing heat in those boxers. I order another drink and with liquid courage running through my veins I leave my husband to his conversation and head towards Dirk and the two ladies he’s speaking with.

  “Looks like you attracted an admirer,” the petite girl with a pixie cut says when I approach.

  All three are now staring at me, and all I want to do is run back to my husband like a coward, but Dirk keeps me in place with his amused smile that makes me feel welcome.

  “Hello,” he says as the two women leave us; the blonde whispering that I’ll enjoy him as she passes by. I glance over my shoulder to see my husband still hasn’t noticed I walked away. I sigh.

  “Can I help you?” Dirk asks, bringing my attention back to him.

  “I’m Hannah,” I sputter out with no eye contact. My liquid courage was short lived. The ice is clanking against the glass in my drink, making it obvious I’m shaking just standing in front of this beautiful man.

  He takes his index finger lifting my chin so our eyes meet. His are bluish-green with specks of gold, face lightly dusted with a well manscaped beard, and he’s bigger than I thought. What I mean is not only is he tall, over six foot, but Dirk has broad shoulders, a perfectly defined chest that continues down to his ripped abs, and leading to his mouthwatering V.

  “I’m Dirk,” he introduces himself with a deep, husky voice.

  “Wow,” is all I can choke out past the lump in my throat.

  I’m blessed with another heart stopping smile. I’m a train wreck. I can’t even speak. He’s going to think I’m a moron. Hell, I’m already an idiot for being here in the first place, adding moron to my repertoire wouldn’t be farfetched at this point.

  “I-I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room,” I stutter out. Real smooth Hannah. I want to roll my eyes at my pathetic and unnecessary line. This is a brothel after all.

  “I noticed you as well,” he says sweetly.

  “You did?” I answer more animated than I intended. Dear god, I feel like I’m back in high school when the star quarterback, who’s now my husband, asked me out for the first time.

  “You’re hard to miss with that beautiful face and vibrant red hair,” Dirk compliments.

  I feel my face heat; my body is humming with excitement at his remark.

  “You have to say that to a potential client,” I say, taking the wind out of my own sail.

  “No, I don’t. I know you’re here with your husband to see Harmony,” he answers back.

  “Oh.” I reply a little disheartened.

  “Hey,” he grabs my face so I’m forced to look him in the eyes again, “it doesn’t mean plans can’t change,” he offers.

  I can’t help the smile at the thought of having him. I glance back over my shoulder to see my husband is stud
ying me closely while Harmony looks intrigued. Fuck this. If he can have his fun so can I. I get that Harmony specializes in helping couples but I don’t want that kind of help. I want my husband to want me again, on his own accord. I don’t want this to be a crutch because we can’t work out our marital problems on our own. The look in Jack’s eyes is borderline jealousy. Just maybe Dirk is what we need. I have never stopped wanting my husband, he just stopped wanting me. Dirk may kick-start his desire for me because another man is showing interest.

  I turn my attention back to Dirk, “If I can muster up the courage to go through with this, when is your next appointment?” I ask.

  “Tomorrow morning, Hannah,” he smiles.

  Excitement at hearing my name fall from his perfect lips has me thinking of all the things I want this man to do to me. My husband is vanilla, unless he’s drunk, but then he either finishes before I’m satisfied, or he can’t finish, making me feel inadequate. That thought alone helped me make up my mind; I want this. I want my fantasy if my husband is getting his.

  “Hannah?” the familiar voice questions from behind me.

  I turn to find Jack and Harmony standing behind me.

  “Oh, hi. I’m glad you remembered my name,” I snap.

  “Hannah,” he says once more as a warning.

  “What, Jack?” my tone is utter annoyance.

  “Are you ready. Harmony has another client after us,” he says.

  “I’d like you to meet Dirk first. Dirk Durden, this is my husband, Jack,” I introduce the two. I make sure to use the obviously fake last name so my husband knows it’s fake and hopefully puts the two together like I did. Boogie Nights and Fight Club are two of his favorite movies so I have faith he will get the significance in the name.

  “Nice to meet you, Jack.” Dirk reaches out to shake my husband’s hand.