Almost two weeks had passed since their evening together, and Anna’s thoughts of Adam had become less random and more nagging. He hadn’t called, and she was beginning to question her rationale in persuading him she had changed.
Or was she being unreasonable? She could hardly expect him to drop everything for her. Who knew? He might even be out of the country on business again.
She kept returning to the most important question: after all this time, regardless of what—if anything—he might want from her, what did she want from him?
Not to be controlled, that was for sure. She was over that. Allowing herself to be placed in situations such as the time she let another man use her while he watched …. That was more than just unhealthy; it was shaming.
Even so, she had to admit that after such experiences, the sex with him had been amazing. As if she had been on some mind-blowing drug, only without the physical side effects.
But things change, and she had moved on. Over the past year, with little time or inclination for romance, she had come to rely on her work to satisfy any sexual need. Unfortunately, it was rare for her to be aroused enough to require an orgasm, even though her clients were more likely to demand the opposite—for her to come frequently and without restraint.
That was easy. All it took was a little acting. Throwing back her head, she’d close her eyes and open her mouth as if overwhelmed by the intensity of passion raging through her body. Pawing at her breasts and nipples she would moan deliriously.
The script was well worn.
“Oh God … fuck me …fuck me …do it to me …give me what I need … make me cum … pleeeeeease.”
Or:
“Oh my God, you’re so hard … Oh God … more, give me more … yes, like that … ohhhh ….
Then to finish:
“Oh yes, yes, yes … YESSSSSSSSS!”
The trick was to leave the client with enough faith that perhaps it hadn’t been an act. Maybe, just maybe, he had turned her on so much she couldn’t help herself.
That way she was almost guaranteed another booking. Boosting egos. Wasn’t it about that, as much as need?
Adam had no such requirement. Staged or otherwise. He’d made that quite clear from the beginning. In fact, had he thought she was faking—in any way—for one minute, he would certainly have brought their time together to an immediate close.
And it wouldn’t have been just that day, either.