Succulence (Succulent Trilogy #1) by Lauren Lashley Read Free Book Online Page B

disgusting and degrading. I couldn’t believe what Dean was doing to Stacy. At the same time, part of me liked it. My body betrayed its lust; I felt my nipples harden underneath my outfit. Watching the two of them, I was horrified for Stacy, and even more horrified of Dean. What he’d done was enough to scar a woman for life – and he wasn’t even touching me.
     

CHAPTER TEN
     
    I stayed up all evening thinking about the fucked up scene I unintentionally saw at work earlier. What was going on with Stacy? Was she really subjecting herself to Dean in order to keep a job?
    I knew her position on whoring, but she was basically whoring herself for Dean, even if she didn’t think anyone else knew.
     
    Mom called. She asked how things were. I distinctly remember telling her about the situation. She laughed.
     
    “Mom! You think it’s funny that this guy is forcing her to have sex and farting?”
     
    “No honey, of course not,” she said. “That’s absolutely disgusting.”
     
    “Well what’s so funny?” I shot back, cheeks burning. “She’s my friend and I care for her.”
     
    “I’m sorry, dear. I laughed because that’s just nerve wrecking to hear about. I didn’t know how to process it any other way. However, this is the kind of stuff your father worries about when he thinks of you in Dallas. He knows how men can be. Honey, he is a man.” She turned the conversation on to me. “This guy hasn’t attempted to get you to behave in such a degrading manner, has he?”
     
    I swallowed. “No, mom. Not at all. My job at GemTech is important and I carry myself with respect.” I only let men treat me like that when they’re paying $2,000 a session.
     
    “Well, then honey, you have to mind your business and count your blessings. Whatever this girl is going through, she’s doing what she has to in order to survive. This is why your father works hard honey. He never wants to see you in a position to compromise yourself for any reason. Some women don’t have fathers who are willing to work hard and provide so they don’t put themselves in compromising positions.”
     
    Stacy wasn’t the only one compromising herself. If only she knew . “You’re right, mom. I’m going to get off the phone and prepare for tomorrow. We have a long stretch ahead. I’ll be in New York in a few weeks. I’ll keep you posted. Love you, k?”
     
    I got off the phone as quickly as I could manage, and then hopped in the shower, where I burst into tears.
     

CHAPTER ELEVEN
     
    “Do you worship cock?”
     
    That was the question I got in my email from a client inquiry. I wasn’t prepared for this. I’d never even heard of cock worship until I searched online to get a faint idea of what it was.
     
    Cocking my head to the side, I read a few basic descriptions of cock worship before I responded. Apparently, this form of worship had a description that was best described as variant, but it came down to was the ability to provide focused love, adoration and affection of a man’s penis.
     
    Was I cock worshipper? No, no I wasn’t. I preferred to give my clients head more than sex, but that was pretty much it. More or less, I was someone who exchanged conversation and sexual attention for money, but to a general man, I wasn’t a cock worshipper.
     
    I could , however, play the part if the price was right.
     
    “I adore and worship cock. Yes, I am a cock worshipper. One hour of worship is $1800.”
     
    Having read that specialized requests commanded more, I pushed my hourly rate for the hell of it. If I’m going to be with a man who wants me to worship his crotch, I need to make it worth my time.
     
    His response: “I don’t want an hour. I want an evening. I was told you are skilled in your oral work. My offer for the evening is $5,000 upfront. $1,000 to hold the appointment, the rest in cash upon my arrival. I’ll also book the suite. You’ll receive a handsome bonus if I’m pleased with your