Page 25 of Their Courtesan
Judith briefly explained. Something about Seth being an artist in a funk, she was a beautiful woman who inspired him, and now he wanted to drop money on her to take off her clothes and let him paint her. On canvas, that was. “It will be some of the easiest money I’ve ever made.”
“Interesting.” Monica’s mind was on a tear. She was always scheming, analyzing, and reading people. There was a reason her business had grown into a multi-million dollar enterprise in as little as a year. She knew what men wanted, and who they wanted it with.To be fair, Seth was hard for me to read at first too.As soon as he told her to suck his cock, though, everything had fallen into place.
He had tasted good. Too good. Most men didn’t even register on Judith’s tongue. In one week, she had encountered two men who tasted as good as they fucked. She assumed the latter about Seth. He came off soft, but in those eyes was a reserved passion waiting to explode.Maybe he’ll explode on me today.Judith could say she had blown an artist recently, but not fucked one. Good thing he had that doctor money to fall back on, though. She had looked up Seth Christens and couldn’t find much about his art.Either he has another name or he isn’t that famous.Starving artists were not a cute addition to the Château.
“I’ll leave you to get ready, then. Have fun with your artist.” Monica stood up, leading with her stomach. “Although… if he wants to do something with a recognizable piece of you…”
“I know. I’ll let him know.”
“Good. Be sure to take those cards.”
Judith had hoped for some peace while she attempted to eat her oatmeal, now accompanied by a grapefruit she snatched from the bowl. Even though she was having a relatively late breakfast at ten, two other girls stumbled in with plates of eggs, bagels, and what looked like quinoa.People here are weird.Judith was older than all of them – certainly older than Grace and Holly, who entered now – so she felt more like the aged sister than a peer.
“There she is!” Grace slumped into Monica’s seat and plopped her bagel down. “Finally, I’ve caught up to you. Tell me all about the other night.”
“Huh?”
Holly, with her smarmy, fake as fuck smile, sat across from Judith. “She means when you were howling like a slut the other night, and not the paid kind.”
“Thanks.” Holly could go suck it. Whatever “it” was. Ever since she moved into the Château two, three months ago she had been nothing but an obnoxious thorn in Judith’s ass. She was also twenty-two, which probably had something to do with it. The older Judith got, the less she was able to handle these younger millennials.Crotchety old ho coming through.If they were younger than twenty-five, then Judith had little patience. “I have no idea why you want to know, though. I was working.”
“Yeah, but you wereloud.Either you found a new way to fake it, or that guy took you to the moon and back.”
This wasn’t unusual conversation at the breakfast table. Breakfast (and lunch) was the only time most of the girls had to get together to gab and gripe about clients. There was a level of commiseration they couldn’t get anywhere else, even if they didn’t get along most days.I get along with everyone fine. Except Holly.They never had fights at the Château, but the passive-aggression could fly off the charts if someone was particularly miffed. They had to keep it professional lest they suffered Monica’s wrath – and nobody wanted to kiss this gravy train goodbye and go to whatever life they had last. For Judith, it wasn’t too bad, but for women like Grace… well, one would say she was lucky to be spotted working a hotel lounge. Lucky because Monica had recognized the cop she was trying to score some money from.
Everyone could hear everyone else having loud sex if they traveled the halls at night. So, no surprise that gossip traveled about the sounds Judith made when Miguel “Big Dick” Bolivar rammed her pussy until she couldn’t walk right for a whole day.Crossing my legs thinking about it.God, that had been the best paid lay since coming to the Château, and that was actually saying a lot.
“Yeah, well, you would’ve been shrieking for Aphrodite to spare you if the hottest Spaniard with a huge cock came your way too.”
“How big?” both girls asked in unison.
“Big.” Judith knew better than to throw out a number. That was all relative. “If I’m saying it’s big, then it was probably big.”
“You said he was a Spaniard?”
“Yes, technically. Though he was from Monaco, I think.”
“Monaco! Whoa!”
“Like Monte Carlo Monaco?”
“The same.”
“That ishot.” Holly snuffed into her quinoa. “Why can’t I get a client like that? This whole week has been pencil dicks and guys who smell. The most exciting thing was the guy who fucked my ass and pulled my hair, but I could still barely feel it. The dick, that is. I felt that hair pulling.” Of course she did. Holly was a ginger, to put it lightly. Her curly red locks were perfect for tugging, hard. On a good day those cute little freckles would get her half the men in the room. Sometimes at once.That’s why she’s annoying. She always brags.Bragging was so uncouth.
“I haven’t done too badly this week,” Grace said. “I had my patron the other night, and he always knows how to please me.”
“Show off.”
“Anyway, then there was that guy on Wednesday. Remember him, Judith? The artist?”
“I take it you mean the non-doctor one.”
“Um, yes. The other guy you were with came off as such a stick in the mud.”
Judith couldn’t help but smirk. “He wasn’t so bad. Didn’t fuck me, but he also didn’t say no to me sucking him dry. I think he could be fun. Seeing him again this afternoon.”
“If you say so. You’re better with those types anyway. I prefer his friend. Guy was hung. Ended up with me bent over my couch crying for mercy.”
