Chapter 8 (A New Client for Onyx)

A couple of weeks had gone by. I had spent a couple of days a week hanging out with Jefferson. He got to see how people acted around me in public. It did make him uncomfortable as much as he tried to deny it, yet, he hung in there.

Now, at my job, our manager, you know who, Mr. Preston Wright decided he wanted to have a one-on-one with everyone on our team. I was not enthused. Yet Friday was my day, he decided to save me for last.

I walk into his office. It was all nicely decorated, sofa, nice seats, and pictures of him and his family. I looked and saw a picture of Mallory, a lot thicker with two kids.

He smiled, “Have a seat, Elise.” I sat and twiddled with my thumbs and smiled awkwardly. “Looks like you’re a top performer,” he commented with a smile.

“It appears I am,” I replied plainly.

He chuckled, “Why did you act as if you hadn’t met me before?” he asked.

“Did you tell Mallory that I worked here with you?” I asked with a pinch of attitude.

He shook his head. I nodded. “Look, our past is just that. I just want to keep things professional and people around here like to gossip, so…it was best if I pretended I didn’t know you.”

“I understand.” He cleared his throat. I stood to leave, “If you’ve ever wondered if it was real…how I felt—”

“I haven’t. Have a good weekend, tell Mallory I said, ‘hi.’”

On Friday, September 18th. I didn’t have anything in particular planned. It was the first time in a while that Onyx wasn’t booked for any engagements.

The thought of spending time with Jefferson popped into my head, but then…Onyx’s line sounded. I had received a message from a Bill, “I owe someone a favor. Check your account and tell me if it’s enough.”

I checked my account and there was a sizeable payment received. And yes, Onyx was a business. She had a separate account from Elise.

I replied, “This must be one hell of a favor.”

He replied, “Can you?”

I had to think about it for a second. I wasn’t accepting any new clients. I had told them all that I was good with what I already had, but Bill was such a sweetheart and he never asked me for sex. He only liked to talk and occasionally watch me pleasure myself.

I replied, “Sure.”

He sent me the contact information and I coordinated to meet with the new client. So, the process began to become her, Onyx.

I had just gotten a new wig, burgundy, long and wavy. It was time to give Onyx an update. I loved the way it looked on me. The blonde was sexy, but that red was giving sexy badass girl vibes. I grinned as I put on the plaid print blazer dress. It looked like I was wearing a coat and perhaps, nothing underneath, but that was for our gentleman friend to find out.

I got to the destination, a lovely home, built on the lake. There was a ramp that I had to stroll across to get to the front porch. It was a property that Bill owned. I had been there on occasion when he entertained and wanted a beautiful woman on his arm.

I rang the doorbell, and moments later, the door swung open and I’m shocked. I had stared into those brown eyes before. I said, “Mark Johnson?”

He smiled, “Onyx. Wow, you’re even more beautiful than what Bill described. Come in,” he said as he moved to the side and allowed me to enter.

My first thought was, why was Preston using a fake name? My second thought was, how did he know Bill? And my final thought, what did he have on Bill?

His eyes covered me with awe. I had never seen him look at me that way before. I smiled, “So, how was your day?”

“It was nice for the most part, come let’s have a drink,” he said as he walked to the den area of the home, which had a huge glass window overlooking the lake.

He handed me a glass of white wine, “Bill said that white wine was your favorite.”

“Thank you.” I took a sip. And looked at him wondering.

“Let’s have a seat,” he said as he reached for my hand and led me to the sofa.

“So, you said something about work being okay?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “I have a great team, it’s just one person…we sort of had this history, and I get it, we both did things and our relationship didn’t work out.”

Now, sir, why is you lying, is what I thought, but I had my poker face on, “Well, maybe she’ll come around. It’s not like you have to be friends anyway. Just be cordial and things will be fine.”

He nodded, “I just don’t want her to think…that what we had was a lie. I mean, I did love her.”

“Then what happened?” I asked curious to hear what bullshit he had conjured up in his mind.

“Just stuff,” he responded as he smiled and ran his finger along my leg. “You look incredible, did I say?”

I laughed, “Yeah.”

“I wonder if you taste as amazing as you look.”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

I stood and unbuttoned my dress, letting it hit the floor. I was completely naked. His eyes popped, “Damn,” he said as his eyes nearly popped out of the sockets.

I smiled and watched as he stood to meet me with a kiss. I undid his pants and found him at attention. It was just as I remembered, long, not very thick, but long. “Do you still want to taste me?” I asked seductively.

“You know I do,” he replied. Before long, I was lying on the sofa, with his face between my legs. He tongue fucked me while polishing my clit, until my river flooded. He wiped his chin before kissing my mouth and pressing his way inside of me.

I had to catch myself. My mind went back to when we were dating in undergrad and how he would make love to me in his room and I’d call out his name. He licked my nipples and then kissed me again, “Fuck woman.”

I smiled, “What?”

“I like how you do that.” He referred to how I tightened my muscles on his cock and matched his cadence as he stroked.

“I’m glad you like it, baby. I like your dick too.”

“Yeah.”

“Um-hmm,” I replied as I touched his face and kissed him again. When we finished, we ended up going outside on the deck, sitting on a sofa talking.

“Bill’s lucky to have access to such an amazing woman like you.”

“Bill and I have known each other for a while. I had met him when I was in grad school and we formed a relationship at that time.”

I smiled, “And how do you know Bill?” I asked.

He grinned, “Um, we met overseas when I played ball. Bill was a wild dude.”

My face scrunched because the Bill I knew wasn’t wild at all. But people have different sides to their personalities. I chuckled, “Bill wild, that’s funny.”

“So, how can I get another opportunity to spend time with you?” He asked.

“I’m sure Bill told you how I work and at present, I don’t have room for any new clients. I’m simply booked.” I said as I stood to my feet.

He stood, “Leaving so soon?” He asked.

“It’s getting late, I’m sure your significant other will be wondering where you are.”

“She’s out of town visiting family. That’s why tonight was perfect,” he replied before kissing me and undoing my dress. It was open. He touched my breast and then moved below and touched me repeatedly. “Can you stay just a little longer?”