The Man Who Would Pay - 9
After Bonnie, Daniel became more brazen around our home. He hadn't much cared about being seen naked since that day. It was almost as if he was goading me. He'd make an early morning coffee in the kitchen unclothed with the excuse he thought I was still in bed. Or dash back to his room after taking a shower.
It was getting worse and I'd find him sitting around during the day with his cock out.
"Put it away."
Daniel looked up from the sofa where he had begun idly touching his semi in full view.
"Don't you want to help me out again?"
"No.
Go and do it in your room. I'm not wiping the sofa down after you've had a wank.
Where's Sally? Can't she sort you out?"
"She's working."
He did at least pull his jogging bottoms back in place as he sat up.
It was a tease he thought I'd respond to. And eventually, I would. Outwardly, I mostly ignored it, while fighting my inner conflict. His cock, flaccid or otherwise continually aroused me. I would tell him to cover up, but secretly, I didn't want him to. I was all but surrendered to the idea that I would visit his cock again, without the excuse of a paying customer like Bonnie. It just made me feel in control while I could resist it.
Sally didn't help. She came over several times, generally when I was working. But each time I arrived back, I always seemed to be in time for an encore performance of squeals and grunts filling the apartment.
She was a lovely girl and any normal sister would be wishing her brother well. All it did for me was remind me that I had desires of my own for Daniel. And that those feelings I had made me a freak.
Until now I'd had the sense that I was playing at this life. That it was a passing fad I would pull back from. But as summer faded to deep autumn, I was becoming ever more comfortable with fucking strangers, and even more enamoured with the financial security the income was bringing me.
Somewhere recently, I made a decision. It wasn't a sit-down listing of pros and cons. It was more of a subtle acceptance that this life would be my future. I'd started naively with Lawrence, thinking it a game to take his cash for a blow job. Then it'd been a test of my bravery and advertising myself a solution to getting a regular shag without the commitment I struggled with. Along the way, I'd gone all in and I'd woken up one day with the realisation I really was a prostitute.
Accepting that without the self-loathing or disgust had freed my mind and I now intended this to be my future. An inner voice told me that Daniel should be part of it. A family business. I was even thinking about how I could become a madam. How we could expand and take on some like-minded girls to work with us. Sex was money. And there was no shortage of cash when pussy was on offer.
Making sex a business and having Daniel involved, somehow made the idea that I would sleep with him again less obnoxious to the sane part of my head. But that wasn't going to be today.
Another matter remained on my mind after Bonnie as well. I still wanted my spit roast. Daniel wasn't going to be part of that, so it became my focus to find two men who wanted a joint experience when trawling my online enquiries.
It didn't take long to find a promising enquiry. Two brothers. Parv and Dev, in their mid-thirties. They were of Indian heritage but as best as I could tell, as English as anyone I knew. All I cared about was that they were handsome with dark hair and eyes, and they had that warm golden-yellow undertone to their skin that always looked so faultless. To me, it was just another layer to the excitement of a new adventure.
I told Daniel what I was going to do. He merely shrugged and turned his business head to what I should charge. I think that's what I found easy about him. He wasn't jealous. Yes, he wanted to fuck me again, but he didn't see a conflict with the idea I was with other men. He saw the two differently. One was emotion. A bonding. The other, just business.
For me, business was easy. It brought sexual satisfaction without baggage. The emotion was where I struggled, and with Daniel, it certainly brought baggage and complications. A whole load of them. But I was coming around.
I went to the brother's home on Wednesday evening. It was a big modern spread behind gates, all lit up in the late autumn darkness. I had no idea what they did for a living but it was something rewarding.
Dev opened the door looking relaxed.
"Danica. How beautiful you are. Come in. My brother's in the living room."
"Thank you."
Inside was no less spectacular. All very modern with bright colours and large windows. I saw photos of a woman, a wife no doubt. But no evidence of children.
"Hi."
Parv looked much like his brother and dressed almost identically. Pale casual trousers and open shirts. I could see a hint of dark chest hair peeking out.
"Wow. You look amazing. But can you handle two virile young men?"
Parv took me by the hand, lifting it to twirl me so he could look me over.
"Virile? I'll have to demand proof of that."
"Oh, you won't be disappointed. I'm single so I have a lot of pent-up energy. Dev, well, his wife works away a lot and he needs to fuck daily or his cock shrivels up."
He laughed and turned to a drinks cabinet. It was the kind of thing only rich businessmen had in their living rooms. That and people who still thought it was the nineteen-seventies.
"Something to get the blood flowing."
"A small gin please."
"Oh, that's boring. Try a cocktail. A Jaljeera Mojito?"
"I've no idea what that is, but you've tempted me."
"Excellent."
Dev breezed past me, brushing his hand over my arse as a reminder of why I was there. He saw me looking at another photo of the woman who lived in the house. A very pretty girl dressed in a sari but still with a European look about her. Someone who hankered after a heritage she had not been born into. I imagined she was good in bed and felt I'd have to be extra special not to disappoint.
"My wife is in India visiting family for a month. It's a good opportunity for brothers to reconnect and have a little fun.
While the cat's away..."
"Well, I hope I can bring some extra enjoyment to your fun."
"I'm sure you will."
The Mojito was tangy. Pleasant.
"It's good for the digestive system," Parv said watching me sip it.
"Nice and spicy."
"That's the Indian twist. Masala and sweet tamarind.
Talking of spicy, I love your hair."
I imagined redheads weren't a big thing in the Indian community so that wasn't surprising.
"Are you... spicy?"
I laughed.
