ENZO RAWLINS hadn’t a care
in the world as he laid back as Kalita Lopez worked magic with her tongue.
The sun crept up against the windowpane just as
he screamed her name. “Kalita, baby! Kalita. Damn that was good.”
Kalita Lopez was a mesmerizing beauty. The kind of woman who knew how to use her sex
as a weapon, an instrument of pure pleasure, and a way to support herself.
“Enzo,” she purred. “Kalita likes you. But you
don’t pay the rent. It’s time for you to go. I must meet a diplomat at two
o’clock today. I need my rest. By the way, pick up those empty champagne
bottles and put them outside in the recycle bin for me when you leave.”
“What?” Enzo stared at her with hurt dark eyes
and realized he hadn’t seen that coming.
“Look Enzo don’t be hurt. Everyone has to earn
a living. You’ve been with me almost four days now. The money Ryker gave me was
good, but I’ve been handling you on charity for the last two days and that’s
because you’re pretty good with that weapon you’re stroking right now.”
“So, you’re not one of Ryker’s old flames?” He
asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “You’re a hooker.”
“Hell no!” she said in perfect English.
“And you’ve got a phony accent too? What next?”
Kalita got up out of the bed and picked up
Enzo’s cloths and threw them at him. “Look Enzo, this is Silicon Valley in case
you haven’t noticed. Rents and mortgages aren’t cheap. Now don’t you have a job
or something to go to?”
Enzo shook his head and then thought about it.
Why not tell the truth for a change? “No, I’m sort of in between jobs,” he
said. “Hell, I should get paid to do what you do. I could use some fast money.”
Kalita studied him slowly. His naked male form
was sexy to behold. Her mind raced. Enzo was good at wielding that penis of
his, like a gallant Knight on a mission. But was he sincere, she wondered?
She knew what social skills were needed to
handle a job like she had. Enzo had
those skills. Plus, he was good at laying down some really classy, sexy, sweet
talk on a moment’s notice. Not to mention that sexy thing he did with his
tongue.
Kalita was good at judging people. And then she
made a decision and flashed Enzo a grin. “Well…Well …Well,” she said
thoughtfully. “Are you just looking for a hobby to do when you get bored? Or
are you serious about that making some fast money?”
“And how,” Enzo said with a lascivious grin.
“You know you are a sexy stud muffin and I do
know a few wealthy elderly ladies who would just get a kick out of letting you
use that weapon you call a penis on them.”
Enzo
grew silent.
Kalita
decided to sweeten the pot. “I know a company that is hiring, and all you have
to do is be nice to a few women and let them see how capable you are in the
bedroom,” she hesitated, smiling wickedly.
She
let her words sink in watching his brain digest the information.
“Are
you serious Enzo? I mean about making
some fast money,” she finally asked.
“Hell
yeah, I’m serious. Who do I have to fuck?”
Kalita
spoke clearly. “Are you really serious enough that you are willing to put
yourself out there, for money I mean?”
Enzo’s
brow shot up as the lips on his face curled up. “You are the one telling me
that you know a company that is hiring. Paying steady money, and all that I
have to do is, do something that I love to do, fucking?” He considered how much
pleasure it would be.
“Screwing
for money isn’t as easy as it seems,” she said. “You have to do whatever it
takes. It’s a business you know. You’ll have overhead cost. The boss has to get
paid.”
He
gave a smirk. “So, you’re in the Ye Ode
House of Prostitution business? And you’d be my pimp?”
Kalita
let out a breath. “I don’t like the word pimp. I wouldn’t mind you calling me
the Pimptress, but I prefer Madame.”
“Funny,
I didn’t know I had agreed yet,” he replied. “How much money are you talking
about?”
“Lots…And
I could make sure that they threw in a bottle of that Gayot Rosé Champagne you
like to drink.”
“Lot’s
ain’t a number,” he said lowing his brow. “You’ve got to interest me with
actually dollars.”
“Hump,”
she shot back. “As your Madame I would be expecting my cut, since I’m the one
with the hook-up for the prominent wealthy women that are willing to pay.”
“I
figured as much. So, what are we talking here?”
“During
the week, I’m thinking our deluxe escort services can make five thousand
dollars an evening. Who knows maybe you’d become in such demand we can have
morning and evening sessions? The
weekends will bring our premium prices. We can have you available for those
women willing to pay extra for that much needed boyfriend experience to attend
events with. You have a handsome hunky
presence that I’m sure will fill out a tuxedo just right.”
“Wait a minute, you’re talking twenty thousand
dollars? Who’s going to want to pay that?” Enzo asked.
Kalita
giggled. “Women who want to be discreet,” she said giving him a piercing look.
“That will be minus my cut of course for hooking you up. You would be amazed at
how much money woman give to charity.”
Enzo
thought back. He’d heard her say that word before. “Charity? What do you mean?”
Kalita
only pressed her lips together and shook her head.
“I won’t tell you another thing, unless you
want to take this job. So, Enzo. Are you working for Kalita the Madame or do
you want to go home?”
“You
know I want to make some fast money,” he grinned. “I’m in.”
Kalita
didn’t believe in wasting time. “Good! I
have the prefect client for your first job. She lives on Oak View in
Alamden. Do you know that area?”
“Yeah
that’s a pretty high-end real estate area.”
She
giggled with her thoughts. “Good, because I don’t want you to feel
uncomfortable on your first assignment. Here write your cell phone number down.
I’ll call you once I have everything set up for tonight. Why don’t you go home
and take a shower and get some rest and be ready to be at your first assignment
by say nine o’clock tonight. Oh, and expect to be there over-night.”
Enzo
licked his lips. “Sure, that sounds like a plan.”
