Page 3 of Games We Play
“Half hour begins now.” Sloan sat on the edge of the table and crossed her arms. It allowed her to glance at her watch. “Sorry I’m a little late.” Yet she had paid for thirty minutes, so that’s what she was going to get.
The escort cocked her head, eyes wide and swallowing every detail of Sloan’s outfit.That’s it. Drink it in. This is what head-to-toe bespoke looks like.
“You know what this is about, right?”
It was half a second before the woman grinned. “Happy birthday to me?”
Well, she’s cute, I guess.Even if she wore a dress much too big for her. It hid her sweet assets, like the bosom Sloan could admire now that she was only a few inches away from it.Guess she does have a nice chest after all.That was the second most important thing. The first? A pair of sweet, warm thighs perfect for caressing.
This woman looked like she had quite the pair on her. At least she had that going for her.
“Is it? Really?”
A finger jammed into the top of the woman’s tangled hair.She seriously looks like she walked in from a windstorm.She was also covered in a sheen of sweat. What in the world had she been doing? Dancing in the club? “Birthday tiara. It’s legit.”
“I… see.” Sloan relaxed the grip on her own arms. “Happy birthday.”
She didn’t care if it was the escort’s birthday or not. It was probably part of the roleplay. She often told the women she hired that she wanted them to come up with their own background for the evening. Sloan wasn’t interested in knowing their real quirks and personalities. She wanted an act. A performance. A night to remember for the rest of the week, until the next appointment with another woman. Her escort budget may have been ridiculous, but her accountant never said a thing. Not when Sloan made so much money that she could do whatever the hell she pleased after work.
Some women blew their money on shopping trips around the world. Others scored drugs and got high every other night. Sloan filled the void in her life with sex. She was hardly the only woman to do it – but she was one of the only ones to exclusively hire women for the pleasure of being with her.
A birthday girl. A run-of-the-mill party princess feeling like a real queen for a day. She could work with that. Sloan had been in the mood to spoil a woman who could appreciate it. Birthday girls were all about being spoiled.
“Tell me, Birthday Girl,” that was her name now. Mandy had declared her persona, and that’s what Sloan ran with. “Why are you so sweaty?”
“Because I was dancing. Why? Not afraid of a little sweat, are you?”
“Oh, honey.” At least this one had personality to her. “The last thing I’m afraid of issweat.”
She proved it by tipping her fingers beneath Birthday Girl’s chin. Big, beautifully brown eyes looked back into hers. Sloan only faltered a little bit. When was the last time she saw eyes that lovely shade ofbrown?When was the last time she met a woman who already grinned in a situation like this? Most of the women Sloan hired were already tired of her shit before they exchanged a single word.
“You like girls?”
That grin grew wider. “Duh. You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t, right?”
“Riiiight. You’re the birthday girl.” That tiara declaring such was currently lopsided on the escort’s tangled head. “That must make me the stripper your friends hired.”
The escort’s eyes were so wide with excitement that Sloan briefly wondered if thatwasthe situation.Am I? A stripper, that is?
She might as well play along.
Chapter 2
Leah had no idea who the hell this woman was, but she was in Heaven. Capital HHeaven!
Had any lesbian been gifted a better birthday present before? Who did this? Melissa? It was totally Melissa! Only she knew the depths of Leah’s potential depravity and what she would be up for when slightly tipsy and full-blown drunk on the rhythm of club music.“I’ve always had this fantasy of a totally hot stranger fucking me in the back of a club,”Leah had confessed to her friend one night. Melissa must have held onto that information for this moment… because this may have been an odd definition of “the back of the club,” but Leah was totally into it. Now. After she realized what was going on, and what a lucky birthday girl she was!
“What’s your name?” she asked the luxuriously dressed woman sitting on the table in front of her. One touch of those long fingers had sent incomprehensible shivers down Leah’s spine. Now she grinned to think that there may be more touching coming her way. (Probably not, but maybe a fully nude lap dance? Yes? Her friends had sprung for that,right?)
The woman retracted her touch and once more crossed her arms. It only made her hotter. That finely cut blazer accentuated her breasts within that blue silk shirt. Pants as tailored as the queen’s regalia bedecked a body that must have seen a lot of gym time. There were no wasted movements. Only a woman who was totally in control of her body, and that washot!
“You can call me Sloan.”
“Wow,” Leah uttered in genuine reverence. “That’s my favorite store.”
“Come again?”
“Oh, ah!” Leah jerked herself back to her senses. “Nothing! Beautiful name, though.”
