The Arrangement (unenhanced Edition) by AnnaRCase (beautiful books to read .txt) 📗

Chapter 13- Hooker with a heart of gold

    Amberleigh finally unfolded herself and slipped off him. His eyes were closed and he had a serene expression on his face. She laid next to him and began to caress his body as she spoke. 
     “That was amazing frat boy. I can still feel your cum deep inside me...” 
   He opened his eyes and gave her a shit eating grin, “Its been a while. You’re fuckin amazing. Can I come see you again?” 
     “Of course you can sugar. Just ask for Ivy and they'll know where to find me. And  keep that tip tonight to take out some hot soriety girl who will snag your ass up.” 
    He chucked, his hand skimming up and down her bare arm. His touch gave her goosebumps. She felt herself leaking down her tanned thighs. Thank God for rubber sheets!  
     “Now I know you’re just feeling sorry for me. But I can’t complain. Best sex I’ve ever fuckin had. You really do work magic.” 
     “Honey, I’ve got even more tricks up my sleeve. And you ain’t so bad yourself. I can feel my pussy leaking clear down to my toes because of you. And you got nothing to worry about with those scars on your back. Chicks love scars.” 
    He exhaled deeply and seemed to gather his thoughts for several seconds as Amberleigh continued to stroke his chest. Some guys surprising liked the cuddling bit. She just hoped that he would keep this part of himself as he grew into the business mogul he was likely to become, keep this sweetness and those blushing cheeks. But it was likely life would mold this boy into a different shape. It was a shame really for many reasons, and most women loved the cuddling part. Most business men Amberleigh encountered were getting dressed by the time the numbness began to wear off from their orgasm and were already in the shower by now. 
  “I know it’s your job and everything, but you’re still a good person and you’re perfect, “ he said finally. 
    Now it was her turn to laugh. She kissed him on the cheek. 
    “Yes, I’m just a hooker with a heart of gold,” she teased. 
     She was raised on the streets, had lied, stole, whored, did drugs, did lots of things to survive, not to  mention her left breast was slightly bigger than her right. She could by no stretch of the imagination be called a good person or perfect. But let frat boy think of her the way he pleased tonight. It was just part of the fantasy after all.  
     “You deserve better than this you know,” he said with a serious expression. 
      “You’re  sweet frat boy. But this is where I belong. I’m happy here. And I love what I do. 
How many others can say the same thing?” 
      “Well I guess you've got a point there. I hate to fuck and run, but Lawrence has blown up my watch with messages. I’d better go meet up with him and the others before they all do something stupid. They're drunk as fuck and last time we went out Colin got us booted from the club for trying to swing on the chandelier. His fat ass broke it and caused thousands in damages and some woman got knocked over when people ran away. They settled out of court, but that bitch is set for life.” 
    His eyes were on his watch as he scrolled through the messages. She sat up and reached for her bag to grab her spare uniform.  
    She giggled, “Sounds like a good time.” 
     “It can be exhausting. Babysitting their asses.” 
  Amberleigh nodded and cupped both of his cheeks in her hands softly. She made sure she had his undivided attention. 
      “Promise me you won’t spend your life watching from the sidelines anymore Ethan. You deserve better than that.” 
    His blue eyes looked a bit misty, “Yeah, I won’t. I promise. Thanks again for everything.” 
      “It was a pleasure. I should be thanking you. You've proved yourself more than capable handsome, but if you would like some assistance getting all cleaned up, I’d be happy to help. I can get all those hard to reach naughty bits for you.” 
    He laughed and his cheeks reddened, “Shit. Tempting. Fuck. But I gotta get back to those idiots. Raincheck?” 
     “Fuck yeah. Both me and pussy look forward to it.” 
   That seemed to also help stoke the young man’s ego. Amberleigh slipped a robe on, and decided to head to an adjoining suite to get cleaned up to give him some privacy. She maybe a hooker, but she still had standards. You washed your ass, pits , pussy, and tits in between each customer , and she refused to be a nasty ass hoe.  
     She slipped out of the room as frat boy was wheeling himself into the bathroom. He gave her another grin. It was clients like him that helped her remember why she took this job in the first place. She had successfully provided a service that boy was in desperate need of. Talk about a fuckin feel  good moment and shit. 

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      With those words, Sterling disappeared into a room down the hallway. Leila sighed. She loved to watch him leave, but didn’t want him to go. A few minutes later, the sound of the shower echoed down the hall. She sat herself down on the bench and gripped the table firmly. Breathed in and out slowly. Sterling Mount was naked. They were alone. A part of her brain told her to go for it, ditch her clothes and join him in the shower, while a smaller part said to get the fuck out now........

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