Elouise Edron - In The Night Time

He placed his hands on my arms, looked deep into my eyes and just when he had caught my full attention said, “I never thought you were right for the porn industry, I just wanted to get your attention. You’re deeper than that, and if you let me, I’d really love to get to know you.”

I drew in a stuttered breath. One day he was full of arrogance, offering me a starring role, the next, he was telling me how he wanted me to be starring in his life! I was tired, I was confused, and I was freezing my butt off. I had to get out of there and digest everything that was going on. I declined a response and stood back as if feeling rejected.

“Why don't you give me a call tomorrow when you're feeling better. I've got a friend who's looking for a PA and he could use your attitude to keep him in line. Plus, I know you’re smart. Too smart for a bar like this where you’re wasting your talent on serving drunk pricks like me."

I smiled. "I threw out your card"

"Figured," he said, reaching into his jacket pocket. "Fortunately, I always carry extras. Oh, and here’s some cab fare - I want to make sure you get home safe. I mean it"

I looked down sceptically at the $50 bill and his card as he pushed it toward me, wanting to thrust it away in rejection as if in debate of his kindness. I was still upset about my night, but knew it was my own fault. Maybe, by some stroke of good fortune, he’d be true to his word. I may have a few weeks of holiday pay, but I didn’t plan on using that to survive. Battling with my ego, I took the cash and card, allowing his hand to briefly touch mine. A tingle ran wildly through my body, and I instantly looked to his eyes and sought out that connection, wondering why I’d felt such a sudden spark with a man I initially found so vulgar.

“Thank you, Paul.” I could use a good man on my side at the moment. A silent tear drizzled down my face, and to my surprise, found his hand brushing it aside. I froze in place. My eyes searching for space, not wanting to show any sign of emotion.

“You should get back to your party,” I said with sureness, as if breaking any hint of connection between us, reassuring him that we were still very different people. He’d caught me at a vulnerable moment, and I assured myself I wouldn’t let it happened again. I wanted him to know that despite a flash of sentiment, I was, and always would be, quite alright on my own.

“Right,” he said, drawing himself back again. “You’re right love, I’ve got people to please and girls to entertain. I’ll get you a taxi.”

Immediately, he morphed back into the man I has assumed him to be. My emotions quickly faded as we jolted ourselves harmoniously back into character. I would take his offer and catch a cab home; it was late, I was fragile, and I just wanted to be in bed drowning my misfortune in whatever junk food I could find. He whistled a cab over, and waited at the door as I shared my home address.

“Good night Bianca, talk soon,” he said, closing the door securely, our eyes straying from each other as the cab began the short journey home.

CHAPTER FIVE

THE MORNING AFTER

My alarm abruptly sounded at 4:30am. Enough time to get up in time for a 5:15 class at the gym. I rolled onto my chest staring at the illuminated numbers in front of me, wondering if last night had really happened.

Fired. From a bar job. My life was over.

How the hell could I have a career one day if I couldn’t even keep a serving job? The walls around me were caving in, thoughts swirling out of control as my anxiety rose. I needed to get up and moving, to see if I was fast enough catch them.

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I got straight into ‘the zone’, beats blaring, and the instructor’s ripped chest bulging out of his tank. It was one of my weekly high points. My eyes focused on his muscular arms as I recalled the rough intruder fantasy scene, the one where I was close to cumming before being rudely interrupted. I certainly had some built-up sexual tension I needed to release, and it was getting incredibly frustrating not having an outlet. My mind diverted as I imagined Carlos pulling me aside, telling me how he couldn’t take his eyes off me during class, before taking my hand and pulling me into him. His dark eyes looking into my soul as he leaned forward to gently caress my face, bringing it towards his, until our lips met. Soft and sensual, at first.

Then he would kiss me harder, longer, deeper, biting into my lip with a gentle pull. He would tug the hair at the back of my head, as he kissed my face, neck and into my cleavage, ripping at my low-cut sports bra to reveal my breast. I imagined him being hard in his shorts, feeling him against me as I feigned resistance, and then taking my hands to his torso, running my fingers along his sweat covered abs.

As he started getting us to move around the room lifting weights, I could see his muscles tense and ease, and sweat begin to gather around his collarbone, moistening his tank.

My mind reverted to our tryst, the place I truly wanted to be. I imagined him ripping off his shirt like they do in the porno’s, revealing the body of Adonis. Rugged, ripped, right up my alley. He smiled at me with seduction, watching me and waiting for his moment. Waiting until he had my full attention to embrace me with all his strength; pulling off my top, tearing down my pants, until I stood there naked in front of him, in the darkness of the room we were in right now.

His powerful voice lifted and directed the class, as I had envisioned, he would do to me. I became so fixated on his body, that I missed a cue and tripped myself to the floor. The class suddenly halted, turning to a very red-faced me.

"I'm okay, just a little tipsy still," I said confidently, gesturing with a drink to my mouth though feeling like a right idiot. I barely even drank, let alone got drunk enough for it to last through to the next day.

I'm not okay. I'm ruined.

I got back up, brushed myself off and with attention refocused, got back to my sweat game.

Carlos smiled at me like we shared a secret, and my mind deflected from the people around us to reimagine the space with no-one around.

Just him and I, naked.

He slowly removed his shorts to reveal his growing girth. He moved towards me, hot and hard, ready to take me in his burly arms. He led his hand down my body, towards the aching lust I held between my legs. He knew how to touch me, how to move at just the right angle, how to prepare me for his throbbing shaft and pave the way for the moment of anticipation. He knew how to bring me to a climax so mighty; it would lead me to so much sexual fulfillment I wouldn’t even know what to do with it.

In that moment, I let nothing else enter my mind besides how much I would love the instructor to give me a private session in my bedroom and wondered if that was a service that he might also offer. Sex was on my mind, and for some reason, I just couldn’t remove the annoyance of its distraction.

By the time the class finished, I was dripping wet in more ways than one. The walk home wasn't far, but it felt like my tail was trailing between my legs and each step seemed to be heavier than the last. I'd re-run the night through my head and wished I had kept my cool, or more importantly - my job.

Why did I let him get under my skin? Why didn’t I listen to my boss and just be ‘nice’ and do my job? And why the hell was DeGrain being so goddamn nice?

It was 6:45am by the time I got home and showered. With time on my side, I grabbed Paul's card out of my purse. Sitting on the side of my bed, I looked at it over and again as if it were going to speak to me. I was caught between finding a new job on my own and forcing myself to let a stranger help me get ahead. I took a deep breath, dialled the digits into my phone, and pressed call.