Chapter 2 - Ash

When I say that I enjoy my job, I actually mean it. I've always been a very sexual guy and have no problem satisfying several clients a day. I've also found I'm open to most sexual experiences.

While my own preferences lean perhaps eighty percent toward men, and a large number of my clients are men, I see women as well. I don't offer or enjoy any particular kinks, but people come to me for various reasons. Some are older virgins who want a professional for their first time, some want to experiment with a man when they normally sleep with women, some find themselves too busy for relationships even though they still want to engage in sexual encounters, some hire me as a non-sexual companion for social functions, and with a few like Casey, I can simply offer something they need outside of their relationships.

In Casey's case, it was always the same. He loved his partner, and enjoyed their sex life, but she had no desire to penetrate him even though he loved it. That's where I came in…literally.

I didn"t hesitate as I shut the doors behind us, I knew exactly what he liked. I took the back of his neck in my hand, pulling his mouth to mine, my kisshard and deep. He wanted me to take control, but he was incredibly responsive. He was one of my favorite clients and I always looked forward to his appointments. His hands snaked to my waist, undoing the ties of my robe as his fingertips wandered along my ribs. I thrust my tongue further into his mouth in response, drawing a moan from deep in his throat. That's what I wanted. His moans were always a good indicator of his level of enjoyment.

I stepped closer, running my hands along his arms and pulling him close, each of us shivering as we felt the other, hard and ready. I pulled at the hem of his shirt and our mouths parted as Ilifted it over his head, my lips shifting tothe newly naked skin of his neck and collarbone, sucking gently, my teeth nipping their way across his sharp curves. I worked my way down his chest to catcha nipple lightly between my teeth, drawinganother moan and causing his fingers to diginto my shoulders.

We moved in well-practiced unison as we made our way to the side of the bed. I slid his pants off, cupping him through the thin cloth that remained as my teeth caught his other nipple, soft whimpers escaping his lips each time I tightened my grip. I sank to my knees, letting my tongue explore his stomach and hip bones before mouthinghim through the black cotton. His body shuddered at the warmth and his whimpering grew louder as I slipped my fingers into his waistband, pulling it down and allowing him to spring up hard against his belly.

His grip on my shoulders tightened as his hips strained toward me,asking for more. I held him back, knowing that was what he wanted. My tongue wandered along his length, leaving a thin wet trail as I moved lower, my movements slow and deliberate until I felt his legs begin to shake. I pulled away, gesturing to the bed with a tilt of my chin. He wasted no time, scrambling quickly onto all fours.

I followed, pressing my body against his as I moved my attention to the back of his neck; lips brushing across his shoulders as my fingers wandered his ribs. His body trembledas I made my way along his spine to the small of his back, focusing my attention there. Knowing he loved it.

"Please." His whimper was almost desperate.

I always waited for him to beg before giving him what he really wanted. I liked drawing clients out. After all, they paid a professional for a reason. What type of professional would I be if I didn't work to maximize their pleasure? I knelt behind him and spread his cheeks with my hands. He was a very considerate client and always arrived well-groomed and ready. Iblew softly across the soft pink opening, and his entire body shivered in pleasure and anticipation. My tongue flicked lightly across his skin time and again until he began to pressback against me. I teased him, my tongue moving leisurely down the back of his thigh as my hands made quick work of slipping on a condom.

He whimpered and goose bumps rose across the soft skin of his back as I shifted to my knees and pressed forward, my hips offering only enough pressure to hold my slick length against his opening. I wrapped my arm around his waist, pulled his body tightly against mine, and leaned over him to nibble at the base of his neck.

He moaned, and whimpered as he pressed back against me, desperate for more.I held him there, covering him in the strength and warmth of my body, knowing this was what he wanted, what he needed. Only after focusing on his neck until I drew another desperate"Please" did I allow my hips to press forward.

His body tensed and strained and shivered against me as I slid into him with one long smooth stroke. I held there;still focused on his neck and shoulders. Even though we did this regularly, and he preferred very little preparation, it was a lot to take me in one stroke. I knew it was uncomfortable for him during those first few moments, but he was explicit in letting me know it was what he wanted. Still, pain wasn't my thing and I always made sure to rest inside of him, murmuring encouragement and offering the distraction of my lips on his skin as he adjusted.

He gave a slight nod and Inipped at his ear. Still holding his body tightly to mine I pulled slowly out of him, breaching him completely before thrusting back in, hard and fast. As I found a slow, steady rhythm, his body melted against mine, fingers curling into the sheets. I shifted position, forcing him to arch his back a bit more and on the next stroke he cried out. There it was. His moans became faster. His hips pressed aggressively back against me, and I kissed the back of his neck once more before releasing his body and moving to kneel behind him.

His groan was muffled by the bed.

"Yes."

I took hold of his hips, digging my fingers into his skin as I thrust; fast, and hard, and deep. His body shook as waves of pleasure coursed through him. Each thrust drew another cry or moan, beads of sweat pooling along his back. I felt the change in his body; each muscle strained; his hands clutched the sheets untilhis knuckles whitened. He cried out and his back arched with his release.I could see his heartbeat in the veins of his arms as he shuddered through waves of pleasure. I slowed my movements but continued to slide gently in and out of him, drawing his pleasure out as long as I could. As his ass tightened rhythmically around me, I gave in to the sensation. I knew he liked it when I came as well, and I was close enough to do it this afternoon. I closed my eyes for a moment and focused on the tight warmth around me, the softness of his skin under my fingertips. I thrust hard once more as I joined him. His moan was loud and deliberate as he felt the sudden rush of heat. He enjoyed knowing that what we did together was good enough to make even a professional come.

As I slipped from him, I focused my attention on his low back once more, only lifting my lips from his skin whenI began to soften so that I could safely remove the condom. After I leaned over the bed and threw it out, I fell onto my back, and he instantly shifted over to lie with his head on my shoulder; anarm wrapped around my chest. I tightened my arm around his back, and we lay silently, still catching our breath.

This was my favorite part of the job. This moment in the aftermath whenfor just an instant, if I let myself stop thinking, I could pretend it was real. With Casey it felt a bit more real than with other clients. We had formed a professional friendship over the years, andonce in a while, in this moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like to do this not as a professional, but as a person. To lie with someone this way simply because we both chose to be with the other.

We'd ended our sessions lying together like this since his first appointment, but the time we spent this way had lengthened a bit over the years. I wondered if he realized how much I enjoyed it. His fingers trailed along my chest, and I shivered, dragging myself back to reality. He looked up at me with a satisfied smile which I happily returned and after one more brief moment, he kissed my chest and sat up.I followed, leaving behind my musings, and handed him a water from the side table as I stood.

"We were pretty long today." I said as I glanced at the clock. There were only five minutes remaining in his session.

"It was a particularly good day. I can clean up fast."

He collected his clothes and made his way to the small client bathroom that stood adjacent to mine. I put a robe back on as he cleaned up and dressed and we walked out together. As expected, Kimberly was in the waiting room. As she stood to greet us, I took her offered hand and leaned in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You took care of him?"

"You know I always do."

Casey slipped his arm tightly around her waist as I escorted them to the door.

"See you in a couple weeks Ash." she said as I closed the door behind them.

"Not too awkward so far?" I asked Jesse quickly as I made my way from the door toward the bathroom.

He just shot me that stunning grin. "Not at all."

"Good."

I didn't want to get my hopes up, he could easily change his mind as he stripped the sticky sheets from the bed or walked past me in the shower.

My shower was the one real luxury I'd allowed myself when I'd had the apartment remodeled to serve as my office. I'd done the same at home. Some people like shopping. Some like chocolate. Me? I like a large shower with both rain and waterfall options.

I scrubbed every inch of my skin thoroughly before leaning forward with my palms against the slate. I lost myself in the sensation of warm water cascading down my back as I stretched my shoulders. There was something peaceful about the water. Something sensual as well.

I paid little attention when I heard Jesse come in and drop the sheets into the laundry. This was the only time I took for myself whileI was working, and it was important for my mental health. Fifteen minutes later, I worked to pull my hair back into a wet bun as I made my way into the reception area;noticing on my way the bed was made and the water bottle Casey had used had been replaced. Jesse was nervously arranging and rearranging the books on the coffee table when I stepped out and gestured for him to sit. His lips curved into a smile, but it was nervous, not quite lighting up his eyes the way it had earlier. I liked this man. There was just something about him.

"Thoughts?" I asked, settling onto the couch.

He looked serious, but hopeful.

"In truth, it's not what I expected."

A knot formed in my stomach. Fuck, there went that.

"How so?" I asked, trying to appear unaffected by what seemed like the beginning of a rejection. I was simply interviewing assistants. Why did the idea of his rejection feel personal rather than professional? It had to be because I was desperate and he'd been the best candidate I'd met with, by far. Yes. That was it. Definitely.

"You're….its…well.." He stumbled.

I smiled gently."Whatever it is, I can take it."

He blushed slightly at the implication.

"I…I guess I didn't know what to expect but somehow neither you nor the job is what I'd anticipated." When he finally found his words, they came strong and confident."You're kinder and more professional than I expected. The job is simple, and surprisingly less awkward than I thought it would be. It's just people coming in for a service, like seeing a doctor."

The knot in my stomach began to fade and I was alarmed to feel a lone little butterfly take its place. Was I actually nervous about this? What was it about this man?

"Well, if that means you're interested, I'dlike to offer you the job."

Helooked ecstatic for a moment, and then a brush of something crossed his face and his brow furrowed slightly.

"I want to be honest with you." Hebegan, "Even if it means you don't want me anymore. This would only be for just over two years for me, until I finish up my course work and take an internshipposition."

I suppose I'd known that from his resume, but I hadn't expected the wave of disappointment that washed over me.

I smiled kindly anyway."Completely understood. That still means I get a great assistant for two years."

He beamed; eyes glowing amber, smile taking over his entire face."Then I'd love the job."

I let my smile deepen in return asI reached out a hand which heshook firmly.

"This was my last client for the week, and you have access to my schedule now; would you be available to start Tuesday?" I asked. I always worked Tuesday through Saturday.

"Absolutely."

"Perfect," I said as I stood to escort him to the door.

"See you Tuesday, Jesse."

He simply nodded once more as he turned to walk away. As Ishut the door behind him, Ifelt strangely excited at the thought of having him around regularly.