Hideout (gxg agegap)

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Ashley's PoV

The last couple of days had been hard.

I've had more clients than I was used to, since some girls had gotten sick, and I didn't know if I could keep it up.

My hands were sore and my feet hurt from standing and rushing around the whole day.

I hadn't been to my lectures since Monday. I've been working double shift's to manage the sick girl's clients.

The others didn't seem to be especially affected by the amount of people they saw per day. Then again they were probably used to it.

This was the first time in 7 years they asked me to work more to pick up other's slack. And I did it, because what else should I have done.

I had a man on my table this very moment, he was grunting and moving against my hands as I kneaded along his back. It wasn't particularly enjoyable.

The way he moved however reminded me of Miss Miller and I couldn't help but wonder when I'd see her again.

The last time I pleased her - five days ago - was not particularly distant or professional.

The hickey she had given me was healed by now, but I've been grazing the spot her lips had sucked so often I knew exactly where it was.

She's older. Not just by a year or two.

I have had thoughts about older women, fantasies you could say, but I've not yet met one I would've felt comfortable enough to act on them with.

Miss Miller might be the closest I've ever come to fulfill a little kink of mine.

It wasn't my deepest and darkest kink, but it may as well be. It's one of the few I haven't yet experienced in a way I enjoyed.

Pleasing her was good. Seeing her eyes darken and her pupils dilate as she got aroused, watching her muscles dance against my hands while I roamed her body and seeing her shy smile while my eyes raked along her skin - she was unintentionally giving me a strong sense of dominance whenever I was with her and I couldn't help but like it.

I wiped the mans back down and washed my hands as he got dressed.

"Thank you, babydoll", he said, smugly smiling.

He was into that. Acting as though we were more than we are.

He once asked me to call him daddy. I didn't.

"You're welcome", I husked, trying to help his fantasy without having him read to much into it. He was stronger and bigger than me, he could overpower me with ease.

I left the room to give him more privacy and walked along the corridor to the lobby and eventually the front desk.

"Hey Mel, how many more?", I asked, as I got myself a water from the vending machine they installed last week.

"I think you should have one more client. Miller if I'm not mistaken", Mel said, typing away on her keyboard.

"You got a time?", I asked, feeling my empty stomach protest against any more work. And my heart pound a little harder against my chest.

"I think she should be here in a few minutes", Mel said, glancing at me. "She's the pretty blonde, right? Real good body, business attire, killer heels?"

I hummed in agreement before taking a sip from my water.

"I wouldn't mind to tap that. If you don't feel like any more clients I could..", she said, smirking slightly as she licked her lips.