I'm Your Baby Tonight - Part One - A New Adult Contemporary Romance Series (I'm Your Baby Tonight Series) (6 page)

She felt better about it, making it clear that she wasn’t looking for sex. That was actually illegal, and she didn’t want to run that chance. She wasn’t exactly sure  what to charge, but based on what Tony had given her, she figured that was a good starting point
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Her fingers nervously twitched over the keypad and she fretted over whether or not she should upload the profile. She kept no picture of herself there, deciding to keep it as discreet as possible, in case she did decide to go through with it.
There’s no way someone can actually trace it back to me, is there? Sh
e was worried that if someone did recognize her, they would out her at school for having a naughty night job. She didn’t think that the principal, or even most of the other teachers, would be comfortable with her being so open about it. She would face the real threat of being fired.

But she was also excited at the possibility. Tony had praised her for being so good: maybe she was good enough to turn it into a real occupation. She needed money, that was for sure. She swallowed a lump in her throat. This was foolish: this was stupid. Why would she put her career, her reputation, at stake? What if her school was to find out? What if the parents did? And speaking of parents, what if  her parents found out? What would they think of her then?
Not that it should matter. They did cut me off.
The thought of it still gave her the chills.

She leaned back into the couch and readjusted her laptop. It’s not like she could go to her own parents, anyway. No, she had to earn this money herself. It was her problem that she'd created, and she was doing it to help the kids. That’s what she kept telling herself. What good would she do them if she was out on the street? Besides, she’d only do it long enough to get herself out of this financial mess and maybe even move out on her own without having to deal with a fucking roommate.

With that in mind, she took a deep breath and clicked upload.

This was it. Seconds ticked by while she sat there staring at the screen. No sirens sounded, and no one burst through the door looking to immediately arrest her. She looked around the apartment, but there was no one to witness her act. Sh sat by the computer for another good thirty minutes, staring at the screen. Part of her wanted to delete the profile, because after five minutes, no one was responding. Putting herself out there like that caused her to feel vulnerable, like an exposed nerve, and the lack of response felt like stark rejection. Another part of her felt like deleting it because of the anxiety that was eating her alive.  She was hunched over her laptop, and it was causing her back and neck to cramp up. She needed to lie down for a minute and let the anxiety slip away.

She remembered that her roommate was working an extra shift, so she had a good four hours or so before Anton came back. She decided to take advantage of the peace and quiet by lying down in her bed and taking a nap.

***

It was the ringing noise that did it. The constant beeping that she thought she was just imagining, but finally she cracked her eyes open and stumbled up out of bed in her pj's,  as she padded her way out of her bedroom, through the kitchen, to the source of the sound.

Sh let out a loud yawn. God, she needed that nap.  She rubbed her eyes, her blurry vision slowly coming into focus as she looked at her laptop.

Why was her laptop ringing? Was it out of battery already? No, she’d plugged it in. Maybe it was…

Then her heart pounded. She looked at the screen and sat down immediately. She had 23 messages on her massage therapist profile.  She took a deep breath. No reason to get excited: most of them were probably just people kicking the tires.

She opened the first one.

-Hey HotEroticMassageTherapist, I’ve got a stiff one. Stiff back, I mean ;) Could use some relaxing. How much do you charge?

Sasha took a deep breath.  A small smile curved on her lips as she typed in $200 for 30 minutes.  This was a bad idea, and at least she could scare off the riff-raff by giving them a ridiculously high price.

She got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She’d look at the rest of the responses later, but then the ringing started again.

She sat back down.  There was a response. She clicked on it.

-OK, no prob. Where do you live?

Sasha’s jaw dropped. She must have stared at the screen for a good five minutes before she responded. She typed in her address.

-
Good, I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Do I need to bring anything?

- Just yourself,
Sasha replied
, and a hard-on, 
she teased.

Shit
. She had to get the place cleaned and ready, and the only oil she had to use was that same baby oil that she’d used on Tony from the other night.

That’s when she heard it:  the familiar sound of the keys jangling and her roommate stepped in the door.

CHAPTER 10

S
asha dashed over to the door. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to do, but she knew she had to get rid of Anton and fast.

“Hey!” Sasha said, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

Anton just looked her up and down, and when he took note of her skimpy pj's he smirked.

“You alright?” Anton said.

Sasha gasped, wanting to cover herself up. “Uh... yeah, I was just...”

“I bet you were...” Anton said, dropping his keys on the kitchen counter, dismissing her explanation.

“Hey, so...” Sasha started to say, following him in the kitchen, “you’ve got to go.”

“What?” Anton said, scrunching his eyebrows together, “Why?”

“Uh...” Sasha looked in the kitchen as if searching for inspiration, when she saw the cockroach scurrying across the counter. She hated those things so fucking much. They were so ... then it hit her.  They gave her the perfect excuse. “The exterminators are on their way. They’ll be here in like three minutes.”

“The exterminators? I didn’t know we had an appointment with...”

“Well, we do and you have to go. That stuff is deadly.”

“Well, how long is it going to take? My show’s going to start in like 45 minutes.” Anton was so concerned about
Game of Thrones
that he had forgotten to ask how Sasha could afford an exterminator.

“Well, you’ll have to watch it somewhere else, Anton. Do you want to end up dead?” Sasha responded, not knowing what else to say, and hoping the desperation on her face to get rid of Anton wasn’t so transparent.

Anton looked at her, reaching for the dry bowl of stale popcorn on the counter and stuffed a bunch of it in his mouth. That’s disgusting, Sasha thought. That was probably exactly what attracted the bugs in the first place. Anton looked Sasha over as if studying her, reading her, seeing through her. A roach scurried out of the bowl.

It was making Sasha nervous, and as she glanced over to the clock ticking on the wall, it was taking way too long as well.

There was silence, just the ticking of the clock and the crunching of the stale popcorn in Anton’s crooked tooth mouth.

“I don’t believe you,” Anton said, exiting the kitchen.

“What do you mean?” Sasha said, following him out as he grabbed his keys.

“I can’t believe you would tell me this at the very last minute. 45 minutes before my show. When are you leaving?”

Sasha swallowed with relief. She thought Anton had meant something else.

“Oh, soon.  Right after you. I just need to grab a few things.”

“Where are you going to go?” Anton asked.

“Just around. Take a walk or something.”

“Well, I’m going to the casino to watch it. One of my co-workers will let me sneak into the admin office for an hour or so,” he said, turning the door knob.

“Well, honestly, you might not want to come back for a good... I don’t know 3-4 hours. You know how toxic that stuff can be.”

Anton sighed, “Yeah. Next time, let me know. I don’t like driving all this way just to have to drive all the way back. We need every penny we can get.  Speaking of which, how’s the rent money coming along? You get that raise you were talking about?”

Sasha swallowed hard, “Uh... yeah, it’s great. I’ll definitely have the money to you on time.”

“Good. See ya,” he said, slamming the door behind him.

Sasha took a deep breath.   She had maybe seven minutes to take a shower, clean up, and get ready for her first client.

Just in case, she locked and chained the door after Anton left.

CHAPTER 11

S
asha had never taken a shower so quickly. She must have lathered herself a good seven times though. She wanted to make sure she smelled great.  She was wrapped in nothing but her towel and was combing her hair, when there was a knock at the door.

“Well, here goes nothing,” she said, under her breath. She tightened the towel around her curving form and slowly padded to the door. She wanted to build the client’s suspense, but she was also trying to gather her nerve. She decided that the best thing to do was to project confidence as if she’d done this before a million times.
God, just don’t let anybody recognize me, s
he prayed quickly.

“Hello,” she heard herself say, a  richer tone as if she were a sex machine.  Sasha opened the door.

In front of her was a tall strapping football player, looking stud with blonde hair. He stepped in and looked around as if he was casing the place. The stud had thick shoulders upon which his blonde hair rested. It was swept back from his forehead. He had deep green eyes that were alive and alert.

He looked a little familiar, but Sasha couldn’t pinpoint from exactly where, so she thought she must be imagining things.

“Hey, what’s up? So, how do we do this?” he asked, very matter-of-fact.

“Can I take your jacket?” Sasha asked, trying to prolong the moment. The guy handed it to her and kept looking around the place as if he was being given a grand tour. “Cool place you’ve got, lady. You living with somebody? You do a lot of people here?” he asked.  One too many questions for Sasha’s tastes.

“Actually, I just began my... practice here recently.”

“Oh...okay, cool so...when do we get started?” he asked. He seemed just a little bit nervous, like maybe this was his first time doing something like this. His nerves put Sasha more at ease. He was a good looking man, that was for sure. At least 6’3, well-built, with green eyes that maybe projected more confidence than he really had. Sasha noticed the tip of a tattoo peeking up over the collar of his shirt. It looked like some kind of symbol: like it was tribal or military.

“Right this way, come on into my... office,” Sasha half joked, leading him into the bedroom. The stud chomped on his gum and Sasha knew that was going to drive him crazy, so she held out her hand.  “Want me to take that gum for you?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, looking around the room and plopping the chewed piece in her hand. “Thanks.”

Sasha tossed it in the bathroom waste paper basket and washed and dried her hands.

While still in the bathroom, she said, “So, lie on the bed face down and I’ll...” but Sasha stopped mid-sentence as she stepped back into the bedroom. Not only was the stud lying on his bed already completely naked, but he had a huge erection, his cock sticking straight up in the air. It was a dark pink that stood in sharp contrast to his pale skin.

Sasha swallowed hard as she made her way around the bed, pulling out the baby oil from her nightstand. She hadn’t had time to put it up since Tony’s visit. “So, do you like more of a Swedish relaxing massage or a deep tissue massage?” she asked. She doubted that this guy neither knew the difference nor would he care.

“Whatever lady, I’m just fucking horny.” He licked and bit his lips, looking at Sasha as if she were a piece of meat that he wanted to chow into.

Sasha took a deep audible breath and got into character.  Nervous as she was, she tried to pretend that she wasn’t, and to project confidence.

“Mmmm...” she said, as she climbed on the bed and crawled over to him like a cat. She allowed her hands to start at his crotch and flow from his groin up his strong ripped abs and built chest, resting on his nipples.

“Now, just so we’re on the same page. You know this is only a massage, right? We don’t go any further than that.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, baby,” the stud said, biting his lip again in anticipation. 

Sasha had to admit, the guy was turning her on, but she wasn’t going to go there. She wasn’t going to go any further than a massage. She’d already promised herself that. She was only going to sell her therapist talents, not her body. She gave the stud a sexy smile, “So... what’s your name?”

“Does it matter?” he asked.

Sasha was a little taken back by the response. “I guess not, it’s just that I just...”