The Beginning by Lenox Hills Read Free Book Online

here, I can’t mope all night, and I am here to make money. Maybe it will distract me and pass the time.
    “All right,” I squeak out.
    “Great” the manager says and walks me over to the three little steps that lead to heavy velvet curtains.
    “Let me tell you how this works. You walk in and behind the curtains you will see on the floor light up arrows, like emergency aisle markers they have on airplanes. Follow the line and go to the number two. All the cubbies are numbered 1-10. Do NOT go into another numbered room ever. Ok? At the two feel for the curtains and walk in, and that’s it. I pay you when you come out.” He looked at me to see if there were any questions, I didn’t have any.
    “Ok, up and at em” he told me, and I walked up and into the abyss.
     
    I entered the champagne room and once the heavy curtains closed behind me, it was pitch black. It took a moment to get my bearings and adjust my eyes to the lack of light. As I stood there, I noticed at once how silent it was. I wondered if other people were actually in here, but they had to be, I had seen girls go in and out all night. It was just so still. As my eyes adjusted, I suddenly noticed the glowing lights on the floor. Just like little arrows on a plane. I followed the line and went passed a large number one and stopped on the large number two. I felt in front of me for the curtains and pulled them apart to step inside. I only took two steps in, as I was unaware of how much room I had, or what this looked liked. After a beat I said, “Um, hi, I’m Lenox. You asked for me.”
     
    Suddenly a soft light slowly illuminated the little cubicle and Jonathan’s frame and face came into view. I gasped, loudly and deeply and smile a big smile. He was more joltingly sexy than I remembered from the night before. He was sitting on a black leather banquette, with each arm draped on the back. His left leg was crossed with his ankle resting on his right knee. He looked elegantly casual in all black and dark grey. Soft black loafers on his feet, with no socks. There is something sexy about seeing those few inches between his leg and the top of his shoe that is so mysterious, just a little bit of skin and hair. I want to reach out, touch it, and rub his leg back and forth. Then came nice dark black sleek jeans. He had on a dark grey button down shirt that looked like liquid silk, un-tucked and open at then neck, and a black jacket that fell open in the way was he was sitting back. In this position, you could see the big platinum Rolex on his left wrist that poked out from his jacket sleeve. Oh my this man, less than twenty four hours ago had his head, his lips, that tongue between my legs giving me the most pleasurable sexual experience I have ever had. Just thinking about it made my legs weak. The entire time I am standing in front of him, I can feel him staring at me, drinking me in, and although he does not move his head, I can feel his eyes skim up and down my body. His gaze makes my toes tingle and my bikinis moist.
     
    I quickly wonder if he likes what I am wearing, he did pay for it after all. I chose everything with him in mind, never knowing if I would see him again. I wanted to please him, to turn him on, and to subconsciously bring him back in here to me. Neither one of us have said a word since the lights came up. I want to ask him if he is here for me and why he was sorry. Suddenly the way his note made me feel this morning comes back to me. It confused me. I thought he liked me and then he apologizes. I don’t know what to say.  I decide to wait for him to speak. He doesn’t take long.
     
    “Lenox, hello.” His voice is molten lava and smooth, and he says my name as if he is reciting his favorite poem.
    “Hello Jonathan.” I am cool, calm, collected…and turned on. Shit.
    “How are you this evening?” he asks.
    “Good, I’m good, yeah good.” I answer rocking back and forth a bit in my new shoes. I am a dorky third grader with a