Mr Jones’ list had been mostly uneventful. I guessed it was more a reason to talk to me and give me a reason to call him back, than something he really needed my help with. I had mostly relayed the information to others, having them run the errands or prep the food he had asked for. Apparently, he was on some self-imposed house arrest. Rumour had it he was so afraid to be seen in public, even in our hotel spaces, that he barely left his room, at least not during the mealtimes and in the evenings when there were more people about. There had been a new campaign against him in one of the tabloids. His ex played the papers like Michelangeli the piano. I felt sorry for him. Perhaps I would call him later to check the list and have a little small talk.
I usually work the late shifts since most of the more difficult requests come in later in the day. But today felt like we approached a full moon.
A lot of calls, a lot of requests and questions. So, Mr Jones got pushed to the back of my head. It was again rather late when the computer voice in my ear announced an incoming call from his room number.
“Mr Jones.” I wondered if my smile was audible in my voice. “Good evening, how may I help you?”
“Hello, Miss O’Riordan, how are you tonight?”
“Very well, thank you, and yourself?”
“Suddenly much better!” There was a warmth in his voice. I smiled.
“What may I do for you tonight?” I was preparing for another lengthy list, but the line stayed quiet for a long time.
Jones cleared his throat. “Miss O’Riordan, I may count on your discretion?”
“Of course, Mr Jones, discretion is my job.” I felt a tension on the line. Slowly and quietly, he began to talk.
“Miss O’Riordan, you probably follow what the tabloids have been saying about me and my soon-to-be ex-wife. I don’t want you to think less of me now, but I am a very lonely man. The last few months, my marriage had been toxic. I did things I am not proud of, and so has my ex. We brought out the worst in one another.”
I gave an encouraging sound to signal I was listening.
“One of the other guests hinted to me that you were the person to talk to when someone was lonely. That you could arrange things?”
I knew what he was up to, and even the hint of the thought made me wet. I tried to sound as professional and neutral as I was supposed to. “Yes, there are certain things I might arrange for you. But I want to remind you that you are well-known and recognisable. And even though I usually trust our business partners. The tabloids are paying a ridiculous amount of money for everything relating to you, I would have to find someone a hundred per cent trustworthy.”
“Thank you for considering this, Miss O’Riordan. I also have thought about that. May I be totally honest right now?”
There was a faint tremble in his voice.
“Of course, sir.”
He audibly cleared his throat. “I have tried to relieve myself with adult films, to no avail. I know having a woman here might get me in even deeper water as I already am, but I wonder if you would know an agency that would have someone with me via phone, you know? Just describing, talking. Oh god, this is so embarrassing. You know someone who at least interacts a little with me? Please don’t judge me. I am just really, really, lonely.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if he still had an erection while talking to me. A thought that aroused me so much that I clenched my thighs. For a moment, I considered switching my computer to one of the better AI voices and calling him back, pretending to be the woman the agency sent. But I think I wouldn’t be able to contain my arousal and my descriptions would, obviously, be lacking. There was only one woman who I would trust with this. Not only because I trusted her with everything, but also because I knew she wouldn’t be tempted by money.
I tried to concentrate on my breathing and calmed myself down before answering him.
“Mr Jones, I will try to come up with a solution for your problem. I might have someone I could call, but be warned, her services are expensive, even via telephone. I will call you back in a little while and relay your call via my switchboard. This way, the call won’t be traceable to your room number.”
“Thank you, Miss O’Riordan.”
He hung up.
Typing in Ruby's telephone number, I was torn if I should listen in on the call or respect his privacy. The latter was, of course, the only feasible way to go. But it was oh so tempting.
I decided to end my shift half an hour early. Something I very much deserved, and there was something else I also very much deserved.
Ruby answered the call, and I told her about Mr Jones's problem. She had some quips to get out of her system before she would be able to talk to him professionally, so I had to endure several innuendos about him and me. She pondered quite graphic about what to describe to him and to use my looks to describe herself.
I rolled my eyes.
Before I put her on hold to call Jones again, I had one more request of her.
“Ruby?”
“Yes, dear?” Her voice was soft.
“I wonder if Louis might have time tonight. I think I will end my shift after connecting you and Mr Jones, and I think I might need Louis's services.”
“That Jones guy is doing a thing on your sex drive.” I heard a muffled sound and some quietly spoken words, probably into her other cell phone.
“He says to tell you he’ll be at your place in about an hour.”
I grinned; Louis liked me. And every time I needed a man, meaning, every time I needed a hard cock, I knew I could rely on Louis.
“Thank you, Ruby, I will put you on hold now, the next voice you’ll hear will be Mr Jones. Good night, dear.”
I clicked a few buttons, and the voice in my headset was repeating the number I was now calling.
Mr Jones answered immediately.
“Sir, I will now switch this call to a woman who will attend to your every need. Have a good evening.”
“Thank you, Miss O’Riordan.”
I heard the relief in his voice before I flicked the switch and connected the two. My best friend and the man I had a crush on.
For a second, I considered listening in. But listening in would make my job even more difficult. What I knew by now made it nearly impossible to stay professional. My imagination was going wild anyway, no need to add a real-life soundtrack.
And Louis would be waiting, soon.
I called myself a taxi, not willing to suffer through another hot and bothered bus ride. The driver collected me near the back entrance and made a huge fuzz about getting me inside his car. As If I had never sat down on a car seat before.
I sighed. Louis. Louis would make everything better.
The doorbell chimed mere minutes after I had got home. I pushed the intercom button.
“Yes?”
“Hola mi Corazón.” Louis's voice. I buzzed him in. Louis was from Argentina. He had come over to England as a singer and musician and as a tango teacher. Teaching tango had led to another career. A career that ultimately paid better than teaching and singing, even though he was still doing both. You can imagine why I like Louis; he has the clear and strong voice of the cantador. And the body and dexterity of a dancer.
I opened the door and listened for his footsteps.
I heard him humming before I heard his steps on the soft carpet.
“Hola mi Corazón Chiara.”
I smiled. After I had taught him to pronounce my Irish name not as Chi- a -rah, but as Ki-ra. He always put more emphasis on the -ra. Making it sound more Spanish than Irish.
“Hola Louis.” I opened my arms, and he slipped into my embrace, kissing me softly. Humming an old Astor Piazzolla tango, he grabbed me and led me dancing back into my flat. I drowned in his scent as we twirled around my living room.
“What is on your mind tonight, mi Corazón?”
I pressed myself closer to his body, already feeling something stir in his groin area. I kissed him.
“You’re the best dance partner I’ll ever have. And you are the best lover I had in a long time, Louis. Tonight, I need your cock. And I need it deep inside me.”
I felt his lips curl into a smile against my cheek. “I think we can manage that. But may I ask…” He trailed off.
“Yes.” It was all he needed to hear. I grinned. We had struck a deal long ago.
I felt him inch away.
“You get ready, I will sort some music and pour us some wine.”
Since he had twirled me around whilst dancing, I needed to get my bearings again. Louis noticed and without another word softly turned me a few degrees. “Bedroom. There.”
When he entered the room a little bit later, I was already stretched out on the bed. My clothes were piled on a chair. Faint music was coming from the living room. Fado, slow and melancholic. I head glasses chink on the nightstand next to me.
Fabric rustled; a belt buckle was opened. The tall shadow that was Louis shifted, and I felt the bed move under his weight as he knelt on it. He was kneeling at my feet, I turned on my back and slightly opened my legs. Louis grunted as he kissed his way up my thighs. Clean-shaven, his skin felt smooth on mine. He pushed my legs further apart.
“Well, my dear. I thought I might have to get you in the mood a little more. But it seems you’re already ready for me." I felt his finger on my mound and shivered as he parted my lips and effortlessly slid two fingers inside me.
I groaned. Slowly, he moved his fingers inside me as he kissed his way further up my body.
Resting beside me, I felt his breath next to my ear. “Do you think you can take all of me already?”
Louis's cock was massive. Thick and long, I usually needed time to adjust to his girth.
“I think so, but is there already something to take?”
“Oh Chiara, if only you could see the beautiful erection, I have for you. Strong and thick, awaiting to be lubed.”
“Let me see then.” I pushed his hand out of me and turned him on his back. Trailing my hands over his body, I made my way down to his cock. The well-lit room helped me make out the flagpole-like shape protruding from his middle. Getting close, I eyed his penis. Whilst trying to see it as well as possible I crouched very close; my nose touched it. Louis grunted, and I took it as a signal to start. Slowly licking his shaft, I arrived at his tip, cupping it with my lips. There was no chance I could take all of him in my mouth. And we both wouldn’t want that. I knew what he wanted. Grabbing his cock, I lubed it with my saliva before straddling his hips. Careful to keep his tip between my lips, I felt his hands caress my thighs, and slowly wander up my hips. I leaned forward so he could reach my breasts. My nipples hardened under his touch, and I slowly sat down on his shaft.
I enveloped his tip and my juices started coating his member, centimetre by centimetre, as he entered me. I felt how he stretched me, and I needed to take my time getting used to him. As you know, I am not that used to penises in my cunt. The toys I use are usually smaller.
Bearing down, I took all of him in and rested to adjust.
The good thing about Louis isn’t his size, but his endurance. As I said, I am more of a girl for the clitoral orgasm. The vaginal orgasm takes much longer to achieve for me. Louis can go the distance. And that is our deal. He makes me come. Sometimes more than once. And in exchange, he can come too. Inside me, bareback. That’s his thing. He knows I’m infertile. And I know he likes to shoot his load inside a woman. Sometimes he even shoots it up my butt.
Slowly I started rocking on his cock whilst his hands squeezed and pulled my nipples. With closed eyes, I found my rhythm. I moved and let him slide out of me, only to again take him deep inside me. His hands wandered to my hips, and he started to direct my movements. He always feels so good inside me, filling me so completely.
“Open your eyes, mi Corazón, look at me.” His voice was a mere whisper.
I obeyed, opening my eyes, I stared at the dark shape that was his head. His groan told me I was doing it right.