Hideout (gxg agegap)

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Ashley's PoV

The last day of October - the day I've been dreading: Halloween.

I've been massaging in a very short nurse costume for hours and my clients seemed to love it. I didn't share their enthusiasm about it.

It felt really weird and uncomfortable to stand barelegged next to the naked bodies of my clients. My breasts were nearly spilling out of my top and the dresses waist was so tight I could barely breathe. Mel was a lot smaller than me and even the biggest costume she owned was barely clinging onto me.

I was glad when my current customer left the room, allowing me to calm my nerves that have been constantly on edge. I've been harassed a lot more than usual, being barely dressed enabled some of my clients to touch me very inappropriately. I didn't know where they took the liberty from, but I made sure to put them back in place. I don't tolerate such behavior.

I really didn't like their attempts to make the professional relationship something else.

I thoroughly washed my hands, feeling the cold water run over my soaped up skin. It calmed me down further, made my racing thoughts slow down.

The day had been long and exhausting, grown men made stupid jokes about getting some candy or tricking me for a treat and I was over it. I was looking forward to getting home and sinking into my couch with a glass of wine. But I'd still have about four more clients to satisfy before that well deserved rest could be enjoyed.

I also still had to work through my last two Psychology lectures. I've been missing a lot of my studies by being hurled up at work. I'd graduate soon and wasn't even partially happy with my grades or the abrupt end my university-days would take.

I never really was one to party or be wild beyond the bedroom. The only times I did go out were with Mel, whenever she needed a drinking buddy and payed for me. Otherwise I couldn't afford it. I either learned or worked - my social life didn't really flourish those past few years. And it felt depressing to think about all the experiences I didn't have.

The night with Evelyn came back to my mind and I wondered if she'd ask me to another like it. It felt exhilarating to be in that room, full of important people and everyone seemed to show the utmost respect to the woman I accompanied. All eyes had been on us and everyone was stunned to see a new nobody next to the Evelyn Miller. I gathered that she was important too, even more than the rest of the people at that event had been. And I read in some news article about the evening that the extravagant hotel belonged to her father. She came from wealth. A woman with status. A lawyer.

It felt absolutely ridiculous to think of the fact that I was intimate with her.

Evelyn was right when she said I held knowledge and my knowledge gave me power. She meant it in a way that would calm me, trying to make me realize I was the one with the upper hand - in a room full of celebrities and wealthy CEOs I was the one to dictate the tone. But I don't think she noticed how it also applied to her situation. I could not only destroy the lives of other clients but I could also destroy hers. If I were to tell about the things we did, that went beyond a simple massage with a happy ending, I could easily ruin the reputation she seemed to work hard to keep up.

Whenever we were alone I got to see behind her carefully curated mask. I saw nervous fumbling and sweet smiles and the power slipping through her fingers whenever she failed to stand tall before me. Evelyn was soft and sweet and scared of rejection to a point I wanted to cradle her in my arms and hold her, kiss her, tell her everything was fine and she'd be okay. I wanted to shield her from all the bad in the world, make sure she felt safe and adored.

The way she kissed me with so much desire, so much need, made me ache for her. I haven't been kissed like that for a long time and I missed it. The way her eyes softly caressed my form as though she made love to the image the sun projected into her head with an intensity impossible to ignore. It felt like a warm embrace, a summer breeze of passion. Evelyn was igniting a fire deep inside my core with her ever-changing aura of immense dominance and sweet submission. It stunned me how well she could hide the parts of herself I got to unravel. When we weren't alone, but someone else was there, she went cold. Her eyes lost their searching gaze and became hollow.