Monique: The Boudoiress Part 2

Jason took the glass from Monique's hand and slowly downed the shot of Vodka. He looked gorgeous as ever, just like a pose from one of his photoshoots, he was effortlessly breathtaking to look at. He strolled into the suite and took of his dark suit jacket and carefully placed it over the white leather armchair. He took off his sunglasses, exposing to her his beautiful blue eyes and sat on the end of the bed. Monique watched his every move and mannerism but was still confused by his presence. What about the press? How had he managed to sneak up here without causing more of a frenzy than he already had. Monique went to help herself to another round of the demon. 'How did you get in here without the media catching on?' she asked, pouring some Jack Daniels into the shot glass already tainted with Vodka. He leaned over and carefully grasped her waist, hugging her curvy hips softly. Monique felt a shudder as he did, noone had ever made her feel like this, feel wanted. Most clients would meet her, they'd get down to business and within a couple of hours - after the exchange of envelopes and bodily fluids- they'd be gone. Usually they were rough, inconsiderate and let fantasy take them over. She was used to that, used to them treating her as an object, used to them treating her like a disposible piece of ass, used to them treating her cervix like a punchbag, but not this. Jason was sweet, caring, gentle and when he kissed her and touched her, he meant it.

'Not glad to see me?' he asked smiling, still embracing her. She downed the shot and moved away from him and leaned on the desk by the minibar. 'Ofcourse I am' she replied in an uncaring tone 'I thought I was going to be left without a wage and have my ass beaten by Dorian.' He didn't know whether to laugh at her unfunny quib or hold her again. In the end he chose neither. He stared at her trying to figure her out. He knew that it was her job to do this and that the words coming out of hr mouth were pretty little lies. He knew that she wanted him as much as wanted her but also knew that she had more to loose. I mean yes, Jason could be front page news on the National Enquirer for all the wrong reasons and yes his future wife would probably leave him but he didn't need to deal with Dorian. Dorian 'Danger' Jurgen was a Swedish millionaire who secretly and successfully owned a nightclub in New York called The Pink Kitten. He had the most beautiful women and young girls flown in from all around the world to work for him and become one of his 'Kitty Kat's'. They all had to be tall, slim and look powerful. They were mastressess of seduction and desire and were paid thousands of dollars per client. Men of all ages, social status', and nationalites frequented the club nightly and would choose an 'activity' to help please them. They could stay in the main lounge and watch the women dance and strip, they could book a prvate room and have fun with one of them or they could book a room somewhere and be visited by the Boudoiress of their liking. Dorian was a married man with children and seemed harmless and charming on the news and in interviews but the reality was so different. He was frightening, violent, unforgiving and ruthless. If you pissed him off or wronged him or a client, tomorrow was not a promise. Jason took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Monique. She grabbed it and threw it on the chair. 'Thanks' she said 'So, what do you want me to do?' Jason didn't want her to do anything, he just wanted the pleasure of her company. He got up and nudged her over to the side and opened the minibar. 'Now that is unacceptable!' he jokingly remarked 'No Moet?' He rang reception and asked for a couple of bottles of Moet Chandon and ordered a seafood platter and chocolate fondue with fresh fruit. Monique had her arms folded and looked ticked off. He was trying to make this a date and as much as she wanted to sit with him and be 'romanced', she had to deny herself the priviledge, hide her feelings. 'What the hell are you doing, do you know how much trouble I'm gonna get in for this?!' she remarked angrily. He turned to her and walked over to the table and chairs on the big panoramic but still privatized balcony. He pulled out a chair and indicated for her to join him. She rolled her eyes and sexily strolled over and sat herself down.

'You like seafood right?' he asked pushing her in towards the table. She didn't reply, instead she rested her head on her elbow and smirked, pretendinng to ignore him. He smiled back and went to answer the door. The bell boy brought in a tray and the Chef followed him in. The Chef at the Black Gables was world renowned and a friennd of Jason's. They exchanged a friendly handshake while the bell boy began to sort the items on the tray. Monique peeked through carefully. She saw the gigantic seafood platter on a silver tray. It looked to die for. There were all sorts of delights waitng to get tasted and the smell of fresh fish was all around. The fondue looked just as delicious. A wide selection of fruits from different countries were stacked in a perfect triangle and the chocolate was served in a fountain, one white and the other milk. She saw that Jason was talking to the Chef and that they both looked out over to where she was sitting. This made her uneasy and she quickly looked away. After a few minutes of enjoying the serene and breathtaking view over Manhattan and feeling the cool breeze kiss her skin, Jason arrived with their private restaurant. He placed the trolly by the side of the table and began to open a bottle of Champagne. Monique was tense and looking up at him carefully pour the bubbly she said 'This is wrong, I shouldn't be having dinner with you.'

Jason replied whilst serving her a glass 'And why not?' She took the glass and waited for him to sit himslef down. 'Because you pay me to fuck, not to dine with you!' He got comfy and raisng his glass slightly looked into her sad yet powerful eyes and said 'Do I?' He indicated for her to raise her glass up and he made a toast. 'To us!' he said sipping the crisp, cold Moet. Monique shook her head and downed hers in one go. 'Yeah, sure, to us!' she replied sarcastically. Jason put down his glass and sighed. He knew this was difficult for her, he knew that this was an impossible affair. Jason had been to The Pink Kitten on occassions and was acquainted with Dorian. He knew of his manner and had seen both sides of his persona. He had been there for a Bachelor party once and had seen him abuse her physically because she refused to do what was desired of her. Jason was not a violent nor dangerous man, he was really a gentleman. Yes he was having an affair but he had his reasons for it. He wanted to reassure Monique that this wasn't a sin and that nobody was going to find out, even if he had to lie. 'Monique, look at me' he asked her softly and taking her hand 'I know you're scared, I know you think that Dorian is going to find out about this but he won't. You don't need to be afraid of him anymore. I'll protect you.' The last time they had been together, he had asked her to go to Australia with him. He said he would give her a job and could be part of his entourage but she declined. She had been working for Dorian since she was sixteen and she owed him a lot, even though he was an unworthy crook. Dorian had three favourite girls and Monique was one of them. He made sure they were the best paid and the most sought after but expected them to be infallible. Monique began to cry and in an attempt to mask her tears and feelings, she grabbed a prawn and began to eat it. 'Mmmm....this is really good.' she said. Jason smiled. 'Only the best!' he replied. Seeing that she needed to be calmed and was nervous he went over to her and carefully picked her up off the chair and -cradling her in his strong, muscular arms- carried her into the suite. He lay her on top of the bed and took in her beauty for a few moments. Her dress had no appaerant zip or buttons evident so he knew he'd have to carefully find away to remove it. He slowly crawled above her without touching his body with hers, only his arms holding his weight. She looked at him with those big, brown eyes and began to speak ' Jason maybe we should jus....' He placed his index finger over her lips and silenced her. 'Shhh...' he replied whispering 'Just give in to this, give into me.' She began to feel her breathing accelarate and her body was beginning to shiver. It was a feeling that was very knew to her, she had never felt anything like this. Sex was a job to her, a chore, not a delight nor a pleasure but with him, it was completely different, with him it was like a foreign invasion of joy going through her with every touch, every word, every kiss. He gently kissed her throat and she shuddered, letting out a near silent moan. Her body was beginning to feel like it was on fire and as he kissed her again -carefully and softly on the neck- she felt herself indeed begin to give in to this dangerous yet irresistible paradise called love.

To be continued... ;)