Father and Son by S.E. Law
2
Braden
Istride into the Hotel Riverside and adjust my tie. This is a classy place and a suit is appropriate, given that the other guests are decked out formally as well. The women teeter in high heels and cocktail dresses, and the men are smartly outfitted in blazers. It’s a high-end clientele, but unbeknownst to anyone, it’s also my favorite setting to meet escorts.
After all, I like my girls classy, and the best ones blend into a crowd seamlessly. No one will be able to tell that the woman I’m with is actually a lady of the night, and not a regular date. And no, I don’t need to pay women to hang out with me. It’s just something I prefer to do on occasion because the women I date always end up expecting something from me in the end. I’m not a big fan of long-term relationships, and marriage is totally out of the question. As a result, sometimes I turn to professionals because then there’s no promise of a happily ever after, which is the perfect arrangement for a bachelor like myself.
I take out my phone and see it’s 8:05 p.m. already. She’s five minutes late, but then I realize I’ve been looking at the smaller bar behind the door, whereas there’s a larger bar across the way with a beautiful brunette seated at the end. That must be her.
Oh wow, my date is even more beautiful in real life than in her profile photo. It’s not always the case, since a lot of girls go crazy with Photoshop and filters to make themselves look more appealing. But City Girls vets their girls, and if anything, Sarah doesn’t do her photo justice. She’s got curly chestnut hair, a sweet smile, and a curvy body that’s poured into her cocktail dress. Even from a distance, I can already tell that tonight is going to be a good night.
The beautiful brunette looks around the bar, probably searching for me, and I can tell she’s a little puzzled why I haven’t shown yet. After all, I’m paying for the date, so time is money. Yet, I stay out of view for a few moments longer so I can enjoy the woman’s beauty from afar. The deep maroon cocktail dress she’s wearing hugs her curves perfectly, and it’s elegant without being trashy, showing off just the right amount of cleavage. Then there are the heels, which are very high and black. I can’t wait to see her standing up in those because her bust is going to be pushed out as those wide hips sway. I might even have her keep them on later, while I take her from behind just for the effect.
But Sarah’s obviously still looking for me, and it’s rude to keep her waiting, so I walk up and take the seat beside her.
“Oh, that’s …” she begins to say, but then her eyes meet mine and her pupils dilate. “Braden?” she asks.
I nod.
“Hi sweetheart. Yes, I’m Braden, and you must be Sarah. How are you?”
She smiles, a bit shy.
“Good. Sorry, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I mean, there wasn’t a picture of you or anything.”
Sarah seems a little nervous, but it’s fine.
“Let’s have a drink, shall we?” I suggest.
Sarah nods and smiles tentatively. “That would be great.”
I call over the bartender and order for us. Sarah looks like the type to enjoy something light and sweet, so I pick a champagne for her, while I request a bourbon on the rocks for myself. Hopefully the bubbly loosens up my date, because I don’t want her to be nervous or uncomfortable all night, not when I have so much planned for us.
While we wait for our orders, I decide to lighten the mood.
“As mentioned, I’m Braden McLean. I work in real estate here in the city. Have you heard of True North Brokers? That’s my company.”
Sarah’s eyes widen. “Oh, wow, I have! You guys are huge, right?”
I chuckle.
“Yeah, I have brokers all over the city working for me, but actually, I only founded it a few years back. Why, are you looking to buy or sell an apartment?”
She shakes her head with a rueful smile, brown curls bobbling.
“No, I don’t own an apartment. Unfortunately, buying in the city is way out of my league at this time.”
I nod. “Well, everyone starts somewhere. But I don’t want this to be all about me. What do you do, honey? I mean, besides this?”
She takes a deep breath and meets my eye. “Well, I work at a small health food store part-time, but I’m also in school right now.”
I nod and sip my bourbon.
“Yeah? What are you studying?”
Sarah smiles and her entire face lights up. “Psychology.”
I nod. “That’s a great major. You’re going to learn to read minds, right?”
She giggles a bit. “No, I don’t think so, but yes, it’ll give me insight into why people think certain things, or why they want certain things. Human beings are really complicated, and I’m not even sure many people know themselves that well.”
I nod.
“That’s why it’s an amazing concentration. Mind-reading, I say.”
She giggles again. “Oh you!” But then Sarah turns serious. “I don’t know, people sometimes get weird when I say I’m studying psychology, like they’re afraid I’m analyzing them as we speak. But I swear, I’m not.”
I laugh. “No, it’s fine. It’s natural. But do you want to do research or be a therapist?”
She smiles radiantly again, and I feel as if I’ve been bathed in sunshine. “I want to be a therapist. All my life, I’ve loved helping people, and so I decided this was a good way to continue that. For a while I wanted to be a doctor or surgeon, but then I realized I can’t stomach the sight of blood, so that was out.”
“That would make it difficult, wouldn’t it?”
Sarah giggles. “Yeah. Therapists rarely see blood, so I think it’ll be good for me. I still have a ways to go before I get my degree, though.”
I nod. “You’ll get there though. It’s just a slog. Where do you go to school?”
She smiles again. “Manhattan Community College. Have you heard of it?”
I grin. “Yeah, of course. Everyone’s heard of MCC. So you’re here in the city?”
She smiles and shakes her head. “No, only for school. I live in New Jersey and commute a few times a week for classes. The rest of the time, I’m helping people pick out quinoa and acai at a store in my hometown. And, obviously, I work for City Girls.”
I grin and shrug. “We all have to do what we can to make ends meet, and City Girls isn’t a bad job. Lots of guys I know appreciate the agency.”
She nods solemnly, but looks uncomfortable. Then the pretty girl shoots me a long look under her lashes and twists her hands in her lap. “Mr. McLean, can I ask what makes you decide to hire escorts? I mean, you don’t seem like you need help with dates. You’re very handsome,” she says before gasping and quickly covering her mouth with her hands. “OMG, I didn’t mean to say that.”
I merely chuckle.
“You’re right, I don’t need to pay for female companionship, but sometimes I prefer the no-strings-attached fun that comes with an escort.”
She nods but her eyes are still curious. “What do you mean?”
I sigh a bit.
“Well, the thing with women in the city is that they have expectations. Don’t get me wrong: all human beings have expectations when they meet someone for the first time. But a lot of ladies want more after a while. They want to be wined and dined, and I have no problem with that. But then after a while, she starts hearing wedding bells and cooing babies, and I’m not looking for that.”
Sarah nods.
“So you don’t want to be a father?”
I shrug.
“I don’t know. But I do know that I’m not ready to be a dad right now, and I also know that I’m not ready to settle down. The city is amazing, and I want to sample what it has to offer first,” I say with a shrug.
Sarah nods thoughtfully, just thinking.
“I get it,” she says before smiling brilliantly at me. “So tell me more about your work.”
I take another sip of my drink, letting the bourbon slide down my throat. I get why she changed the subject. We’re moving at light speed and already talking about marriage and babies, so a more casual topic is appropriate.
“It’s pretty straightforward actually. I used to be a real estate broker, but then I realized a lot of brokerages in the city were lacking. They didn’t provide enough support for the agents, nor were they very modern. And by that, I mean they haven’t plugged into the digital age. They weren’t doing videos of the homes for sale, nor were they doing virtual tours for potential customers, much less hosting a website featuring the best properties. As a result, I started True North because I saw a need in the market, and it’s been great. We’ve been growing steadily and actually did a record level of sales last year.”
She nods with a smile.
“That’s very impressive. Do a lot of prospective buyers want virtual tours though?”
I chuckle.
“No, and you have a point. When people are forking serious cash over for a home, they’re going to want to see the place in person. But posting a virtual tour on-line, or even taking a buyer for a virtual tour definitely starts the ball rolling and can help whet their appetite. It’s a balance, like everything is, but I see it as another tool in a broker’s arsenal. It’s something to have at our fingertips.”
Sarah nods.
“That totally makes sense. But do you do virtual tours for all of your properties?”
I shake my head.
“Definitely not. Really, the pre-recorded videos are reserved only for high-end transactions. But the virtual tours where a broker is physically in the apartment, with a buyer watching from home on their laptop? That can be done for an apartment in any price tier.”
Sarah nods and smiles.
“That definitely makes sense. Well, seeing that I have a tiny place in Jersey, I guess it won’t be getting its own video then.”
I laugh. I’m impressed with Sarah’s ability to make conversation, not to mention her intelligence and sense of humor.
“You’d be surprised though. It really depends on the broker, and what he or she thinks is appropriate. For example, if you had a beautifully decorated apartment, even if it’s a studio, it might merit a video.”
She shakes her head, smiling ruefully.
“No, my furniture is all mismatched, and it’s just a rental actually. But maybe, one day,” she says.
I take her hand.
“One day,” I echo. Then, our conversation continues for a bit as we chat easily. She’s gorgeous and witty, and to be honest, I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun spending time with a woman. Sarah’s interesting to talk to, and I’m not sure that she’s not using her mind-reading techniques.
But it’s getting late, and I decide that indeed, I’d like to continue this conversation.
“So where are you headed later tonight?” I ask casually, putting my hand on her knee. We’re comfortable with one another now, so Sarah looks at it with wide eyes but then turns to me with a shy smile.
“Well, nowhere, unless you have plans?”
I smile, my body already beginning to harden.
“Did City Girls tell you about the next phase?”
During our conversation, it came out that Sarah’s never been on a date through the agency before, so this is all new to her. In fact, I’m her first customer. I was surprised, but the knowledge immediately made me hungry knowing that she’s never been in this situation before.
She nods a bit, suddenly looking shy.
“They did. They said that the men pay for companionship, so it’s really just drinks and dinner if that’s all you want.”
I nod.
“But…?”
Sarah takes a deep breath before meeting my eyes, the pools of chocolate so huge that they swallow her face.
“But my friend told me that a lot of guys, if they like you, will make an offer to continue the date. In an intimate way,” she stammers, almost tripping over her words.
I nod.
“Good girl, because I’d like to make that offer now. I find you very beautiful and intriguing, sweetheart, and I’d like to continue our date upstairs in my room. What would you say to five thousand, honey?”
Her cheeks flush red and she stares at me.
“For the night?” she squeaks.
I nod.
“Yes. Again, I’d like to get to know you better and I think it could be fun for both of us. I’m ready to transfer the funds now, if you’d like,” I say, getting out my phone.
The beautiful brunette bites her lip and I can tell she’s conflicted. That’s surprising because most women aren’t. I know I’m good-looking, and a lot of girls would be more than happy to make that extra cash. But this woman is different. She takes a deep breath, her bosom heaving, and then meets my eye.
“Okay,” is her quiet reply. “I accept, Mr. McLean.”
My body hardens even more at her gentle acquiescence, and I take one small hand in my own.
“Good honey,” is my growl. “Then let’s get started now.”
With that, I motion to the bartender to put our drinks on my tab before taking Sarah’s hand and guiding her to the elevator in the lobby. The golden doors whoosh open, and we step in. The beautiful girl is trembling now, but I squeeze her hand and throw her a reassuring smile. At least, I think it’s reassuring. Then again, I might look like a hungry animal ready to devour its prey.
The elevators ascend to the penthouse floor, and then I lead Sarah down the hall to a cream-colored door. There’s only one door on this level because I’ve reserved the Presidential Suite and sure enough, after I key the door open, it reveals a sprawling living room decorated with cream-colored sofas, fancy artwork, and floor-to-ceiling vistas of Manhattan.
“Wow,” the gorgeous woman gasps, her eyes wide. “You can see the Freedom Tower from here!”
I nod, chuckling.
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorite views actually. I try to visit the World Trade Center at least once a year to pay my respects to the heroes of 9/11.”
She nods while wandering to the enormous windows. Her nose is practically pressed against the pane, and I admire that curvy ass from behind as she takes in the sparkling lights.
“It’s wonderful, Braden,” she breathes. “New York is gorgeous.”
That’s my cue. I come up behind her and slip my hands around her waist so that her back is pressed against my front. My arousal is huge, and she lets out a small gasp as it nudges insistently against her lower back.
“No, you’re beautiful, sweetheart,” I breathe into her ear. “And I’d love to sample that deliciousness now.” With that, I claim her mouth and her lips part sweetly below mine. She tastes of cinnamon and spice and I growl low in my throat as those small hands slip around my neck, pulling me closer.
But I’m an animal, and my appetite’s been raring to go ever since I set eyes on this woman. As a result, I can’t resist. As we kiss, I lift up the hem of her skirt, sliding my hands up the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
“Oh!” Sarah moans, her head tilting back as her eyes close with pleasure. “Mmm!”
“You’re so sweet,” I rasp into her ear. “Like peaches and cream.”
Then my hand trails higher, and sure enough, her panties are already soaked through. I play with the fabric a bit, teasing her clit through the silky material before sliding them to the floor. Then, I help Sarah out of her dress, and the breath stops in my throat. She’s not wearing a bra, and now that curvy figure is revealed to me, totally lush and nude.
She’s gorgeous. Huge Double D breasts jiggle slightly, the pink crests hard and aroused. A tiny waist flares into generous hips, showcasing a shadowy vee between her thighs. Sarah’s also got long, creamy legs that seem to go on forever, ending only in that tantalizing pair of high heels, and my cock jerks, imagining those legs tossed over my shoulders as I take her hard.
“You’re gorgeous,” I rasp again, my eyes gleaming. “Absolutely delicious, baby.”
But now, it’s time for me to make my move, and slowly, I remove my belt and drop my slacks to the floor before stripping off my shirt. Her eyes go wide when she sees my arousal, and it’s clear why. My cock is already rock hard for this woman and it stands proudly, nine inches with the tip already dripping with lust. Veins pulse and quiver along the sides, and her eyes flick to me, arousal and fear mingling in her gaze.
“It’s so big,” she whispers hoarsely. “I’m not sure I can –”
“Yes, you can,” I rasp before claiming her mouth in another devastating kiss. “You’re young and you’ll stretch honey. You just have to relax.”
With that, I can’t wait anymore. Still standing, I line myself up with her wet opening and begin easing slowly into her core. Fuck, she’s tight and the air evaporates from my lungs as her pussy squeezes me like a vise.
“Relax,” I rasp into her ear before reaching up to tweak one nipple. “It’ll go in easier if you breathe.”
Sarah looks like she can barely process what’s happening, but she lifts one knee higher and sure enough, I slip a bit more in.
“Ohhhh,” is her delicious moan, her head tipping back to bare that slender neck to my lips. “Mmm, yes.”
“Relax,” I croon again, nibbling on her throat. “You’re going to take all of me before the night is over.”
Sarah nods deliriously. “I want it…”
“Good girl. Of course you do.”
With that, I drop her arms and slip my hands beneath her bottom, lifting her legs so they’re wrapped around me. With that, I slide all the way in, and Sarah lets out a small gasp, clinging desperately to my neck.
“You okay?” I ask, holding still although my balls are screaming. She manages to nod.
“Yes, Braden,” she whispers. “Oh yes!”
With that, I begin sliding into her again and again. She moans and squeals against me, those big breasts rubbing against the hard wall of my chest, but it feels amazing and soon deep squelches are sounding throughout the room. My balls slap against her bottom as she bounces up and down, and I kiss and bite her throat, leaving a slight mark on the side of her neck.
“Oh, yes, Braden,” she whimpers. “You’re so big, you fill me up so full!”
Her arms travel around my back and she scratches me slightly, making my muscles twitch. I slow for a moment, pulling all the way out before teasing her with another sensuous entry.
“Holy fuck,” she moans. “That’s good. Mmmm…”
“I want you to come for me, sweetheart,” I demand. “Let go. Release yourself.”
I free one hand and rub her swollen clit as I penetrate her deeply once more, making her cry out. Sarah gasps, her eyes flying open as she clings to my shoulders, but then her pussy contracts around my cock, pulsing heavily as hot juices flow in a storm.
“Oh Braden!” she cries, throwing her head back with ecstasy. “Yes!”
The girl is gorgeous. Her big breasts bobble heavily as she squeezes and convulses, desperately trying to milk my dick. But the thing is that I’m not done yet. After Sarah comes down from her high, sweating and out of breath, I seize her mouth in another deep kiss.
“Are you ready for more?” I rumble.
Her lashes flutter as a few last tremors run through her sweetness, making me groan.
“More?” she whispers.
“Yeah, more,” I rasp. Then I move over to a couch and gently set her down before pulling out. The withdrawal makes her moan, and I’ve never seen a woman more luscious. She’s nude and flushed, the area between her thighs swollen and wet, just the way I like it. But with a big finger, I catch some of that nectar on my hand before reaching down to swirl it around her back buttonhole.
“Braden!” she gasps, jerking involuntarily beneath my touch. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”
I merely growl, dark streaks on my cheekbones.
“I bought you for tonight, sweetheart, and I bought all of you,” comes my low rasp. “I want this too, honey. Will you give it to me?”
Sarah can’t speak for a moment even as I continue stroking her pleats. But then she lifts her knees, baring that bottom to me and reaches two hands down to pull her ivory cheeks wide, showing me her dusky prize.
“Yes Daddy,” she whispers. “This is all for you. Put it in my ass because I want it too.”
That’s all I need to hear. With a growl, I lever myself over her, pointing my hardness at that forbidden hole. Then I press, but nothing happens at first. Sarah lets out a small gasp, but I feel her trying to relax, and then with an audible pop, her sphincter opens and I sink deeply into those dark recesses.
“Fuck you feel good,” I moan. “Oh shit.”
With that, we begin. She’s tight and hot, and squeezes my shaft as I bury myself into that juicy marble peach. She moans, trying her best to accommodate me, and it’s difficult at first. But soon the curvy girl’s moving with pleasure, and I reach down between us to stroke her clit once more.
“You’re doing so well,” I croon. “You’re sweet, hot, and so fucking small back here, baby girl.”
With those words of praise, Sarah bursts, her eyes going wide as she screams with pleasure. This time, she takes me over the edge with her and I harden even more before letting go, a giant rush of fluid spraying her insides. She grasps my shoulders, her ass pumping and convulsing, milking me of seed, and this time, I don’t hold back. Jet after jet paint her insides, and I roar with ecstasy, my vision going black.
After a few minutes of Heaven, both of us descend back to Earth and I rest on top of the curvy girl.
“Oof, you’re heavy!” she giggles while pushing at my broad shoulders.
“I am,” I agree in a low voice before claiming her mouth in another kiss. “But now, are you ready for round two?”
With that, I begin to enjoy the luscious woman again, and as night turns into dawn, I realize that meeting this girl was one of the best things to ever happen to me.
