Fresh Roses: Chapter 2 [MF][FF][Kissing][Blowjob][escort]

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# Chapter 2: See you around, 800

Holly hated closing up the cafe. At least during the day she was physically surrounded by people. Now it was just an empty place with too many dishes and pastries on the verge of going bad. She’d gone to her boss many times to sign up for one of those services that comes and resells things you’re just going to throw out anyway, but she would always say it was ‘too much of a hassle’, so Holly ended up throwing them out and packing up a few to hand out or eat herself.

As she was sweeping by the register the door opened. “Sorry, we’re closed,” Holly said without looking up.

“Even for me, 800?” The voice said back. Holly turned so fast she bumped her knee against a cabinet. Em was there, walking in. Holly was happy she hadn’t locked the door yet. It was the same day she and Em had formally been introduced by Holly babbling in the elevator.

“Shit,” she muttered. “Um, hi, uh, Em. Sorry all the machines are shut down but I have some pastries. On the house if you want one.”

Em walked up to the register, “Bear claw, please.” Em was in different clothes. Jeans and a red and black flannel, making Holly wonder if the woman got cold at all. One button too many seemed to be open and Holly noticed a bit of cleavage though the shirt was staying together well. She wasn’t sure why she noticed that and she blinked back up to Em as she got the bear claw and put it in a baggie for her.

“Thank you,” Em said, looking down at the bear claw. Her face was solid as usual. She took a long breath. The clothes and the sighing made Em seem more human than before. Before all the nice clothes and the immaculate posture and looking from afar had made Em seemed larger than a normal person. Like a celebrity. She now seemed more normal. Still, though, the poise she carried herself with was a bit unnerving.

“Did you need something else?” Holly asked.

Em looked her in the eyes and held the look. Holly felt a little uncomfortable but couldn’t look away. She felt her cheeks warm a little. “I’m not looking for a relationship,’ Em said, “I’m sorry about that. Because you seem interesting and kind and are beautiful.”

Holly’s cheeks started to burn and she had to look away now. “Oh, no, that’s not why I…I just…that wasn’t why I was talking to you.”

Looking back at Em Holly could tell that Em knew. Em knew Holly had been watching her from afar this whole time. And Holly realized just now how that could be construed.

“Oh? Then why? You don’t seem the type to just make conversation like that.”

This woman has my number, Holly thought. “Um, I just uh…” Em’s eyes broke her down. She didn’t want to lie to them. “I just don’t really know anyone. And you seemed, like you said about me, interesting. And I thought an interesting person like you would probably know cool stuff to do and have friends and…yeah…”

“So you were…just looking for a friend?” Em asked.

Holly thought about it. Thought about the obsession she had been having over Em and how she hadn’t liked the word ‘obsession’ for it. She thought about the way she had been thinking about Em. It wasn’t just who she may be, or imaging them as friends, it was thinking about Em more so than that. Physically. All that time studying her face, noticing her clothes, noticing her body. Her long legs, her slim figure, her larger chest. The right word formed in her mind. A crush.

For Holly, who was someone who was very sexually inexperienced and her two crushes in her life having only been on men, this was a startling realization to say the least.

So when Em asked if she was just looking for a friend all Holly could say was, “I-I don’t know.”

Em’s eyes changed a little. They brightened. They, though not her lips, smiled for a moment. “Interesting,” she said.

At that moment a couple walked in. Holly tried to say they were closed but Em started speaking to the two of them. Holly quickly gathered their names were Cedar and Sage, they were married, they were Em’s roommates, and they were trying to get Em to come to a movie with them.

“Doesn’t really look like you had plans like you said you did?” Sage said, literally tapping her foot. She seemed to be very familiar in her way of speaking with Em. “You gotta come, okay?”

Holly looked at Em in this moment and for the first time saw her face really crack. There was something there. Not annoyance, but maybe sadness? It pushed Holly to say,

“Actually,” Holly said. The couple had ignored her to that moment, probably assuming Em had just come in for coffee. She really should have locked the door, “We were gonna hang out. Right Em?” Before Em could say anything Holly went around the corner and shook their hands. “I’m Holly. Nice to meet you guys. I’m actually on your floor. Apartment 800.”

After some pleasantries and Sage looking satisfied with how things turned out, the couple left.

“You looked like you needed some help,” Holly smiled at Em. Em just looked at her. A moment passed. Then, slowly, as if gliding, Em moved towards Holly and slowly wrapped her arms around her. Holly’s face went red as Em’s shirt as she felt Em’s surprisingly strong arms wrap her up and hands lay on her back. Holly stood there for a moment and then raised her arms and hugged Em back. “Thanks,” Em said as Holly rested her face on Em’s neck. She couldn’t help taking in Em’s scent. It was vanilla. She loved vanilla.

Em finally pulled back slowly, hands moving along Holly’s back. Holly’s heart beat felt hard, thumping in her chest and her ears. Em’s hands ended up on her waist and the two of them were still holding each other, faces close. Holly traced her gaze along Em’s eyes then down her cheekbones, and down to her lips. Before she knew what she was doing she started to lean in.

And Em pulled back.

It was slight, but it stopped Holly immediately. “I’m…I’m so sorry,” Holly said, “I know what you just said. I’m sorry.”

She tried to step back but Em’s hold on her kept her there. Em didn’t say anything and Holly’s eyes were down. Eventually she looked up. “Don’t be,” Em said. She shrugged, “A kiss and relationship are different things, right?”

“Yeah,” Holly said, but that was her aroused brain talking.

“It just doesn’t feel proper right now. I’ve had a long day. Maybe later,” Em said.

That was…confusing. But Holly just nodded.

Em hugged her tight again, this time bending her knees so they were more level. Smoothly, she moved along Holly’s face and kissed her cheek gently, Then again, Then lower, to her jaw, and then laid one little kiss on Holly’s neck.

“Ah,” Holly let out. Her body tightened in excitement at the feeling. Her hands gripped Em hard. Another kiss and Holly bit her lip to keep another sound from escaping. No one had ever kissed her neck before. She really liked it.

Em pulled back, releasing Holly. Holly adjusted her clothes and pulled at her collar to cool down. Em’s eyes were smiling, though her face was still solid. “So, friends?” Em asked.

Holly, mouth still a bit agape, just nodded. “Yeah. D-definitely.”

“See you around, 800,” Em said, and left.

–

Earlier that day Em had been at work. Not the flower shop, her real job. The one the flower shop fronted for.

She had a variety of locations she met clients in, but hotels were the most common, especially for one-offs. Today was one of those days. She was heading up to her usual room where the client was already waiting for her.

By now, her work life was diligent and a well-oiled machine. She had contacts at the hotel working with her to get the client up to the room. Security that would pat them down and make sure it was safe. Additionally, and the client knew this, there was a live feed camera and audio that didn’t record but did allow her partner to keep an eye out and make sure no funny business occurred. Testing was completed prior to making sure everything was safe on that end as well.

Em went up the elevator in her gray dress that was probably slightly too tight if she had been going to an actual office. In her ear Cedar spoke. “Rundown?”

Em yawned and began listing items, Cedar replying with ‘check’ after each one. “Cameras and audio? Test results verified? Room cleaned? Client security screened? Bath products accounted for? Post-session go-bag?”

The list went on. Cedar shared Em’s devotion to detail and each one was accounted for. Em reviewed her chat history as the elevator doors opened and she walked to the room, going over the client’s requests and fantasies and how the session would go.

For some reason, though, Em was having a little trouble focusing today. Luckily she’d already studied the chat logs but she found herself thinking back on Holly once again. The curvy girl with the bright smile. She seemed fun. Em didn’t have time for fun. Aside from the collateral fun she had at work. So she shook her head and refocused on work.

His name was Cyan. Not really, and she knew his real name, but they used codenames during these sessions. She and he had been talking for over a month to hammer out details and plan this time. He was very busy, so it ended up needing to be a 2pm meeting for them.

Em got to the door, rolled her shoulders, and knocked. As she did her focus really shifted in. Cyan opened the door and shook her hand, welcoming her in. There was no need for pretense, as that was part of the fantasy. A coworker scenario of quiet, lustful rendezvous (hence the business casual dress).

So Em walked in and flashed her eyes at Cyan. “Nice to see you again,” she said.

“You too, Gold,” he smiled, clearly nervous. Gold was Em’s codename except he had no idea what her real name was.

He had a nice smile and wasn’t a bad looking man. Average build and kind eyes with a good head of hair. Em was definitely attracted to him but not just for his looks. It was for what he did in life.

Em’s escort service wasn’t a normal one. While she enjoyed running Fresh Roses flower shop, it was this job she always loved. Fresh Roses had a slogan. ‘Spreading Love to those who Deserve It’. That was the same philosophy for her actual work.

The man before her ran a food bank. Started it from nothing by putting together donations from the community. Building it up and pleading with the city for funding and pouring years of his life into it. His reward for all that? $41,000 a year with very little in the way of benefits. He had little time for romance and his friends would say he doesn’t take very good care of himself.

And so, Em found him. Actually, he had been a referral as her network had expanded rather well. She approached him and they met once in person but mostly through secure chats. This session was completely pro bono, as were most of hers. Because at Fresh Roses their goal was ‘Spreading Love to those who Deserve It’ and this man deserved it. Sure, she had to milk a few cash cows each year, but it’s astounding what insanely wealthy people will pay and that kept her afloat just fine. The rest of her time, the vast majority, were for clients like this. Mostly in research and communication and prep. And then, of course, the sessions.

Em walked close to him and put a finger on his chest, pushing him with fire in her eyes till the back of his knees hit a chair and he fell into it. She kept her movements smooth and purposefully, pressing her body against him as she slunk down to her knees before him, hands moving up from his knees to his thighs as she knelt.

Her hands moved up his quads, thumbs somewhat teasing inside, but not moving inwards. They ended up on his hips. He was dressed in a suit without the jacket. She moved her hands up his torso, having to lean in and so making her face hovering between his legs. She found his collar and loosened his tie until she could pull it from his neck. He undid his top button and relaxed a little as she playfully slipped the tie over own head.

“Need to loosen up,” she winked, biting her lip as her hands went up his legs again. Everything she did was based on their discussions. It hadn’t been explicitly laid out, but from their conversations she had curated an experience. This way he got what he wanted, but it was still a surprise.

This time, after reaching his hips, Em’s hands moved inwards along his belt. She was surprised to feel a bulge underneath the buckle. She gave him a sultry look realizing he had shifted his arousal up into his waistband to hide it before she had even arrived.

“Why hide him?” She asked, voice sultry, “I wanna see.”

So the buckle came undone. Cyan’s body tensed and she leaned down and gave his pant-covered thigh a little kiss. It was gentle and sweet and he relaxed more. But by then his pants were undone and she reached along his hips and pulled them and his boxers down in one motion.

Cyan let out a small gasp of surprise as Em made quick work of his pants, tossing them aside. His cock waved in the air and once again her hands moved up his now bare legs, this time moving inwards and grasping his cock. He sucked in air quickly as her warm hands enveloped his member. He had good size to him, not that Em really cared.

Em moved in, wasting little time, just as he’d wanted. She gave his cock, glistening a bit, a few cursory strokes, but he wasn’t here for her hands. Well, not only her hands. So she leaned in, slipped out her tongue, and ran it up, up, up the underside of his cock. When she reached the sweet spot (the area under the head of a cock that men loved getting attention to. She knew it had a more technical name but that was unsexy to her so it was forever referred to as the sweet spot) she pulsed her tongue against it and Cyan’s hands dug into the arms of the cushy chair.

Em gave off a soft moan of satisfaction as she closed her mouth around Cyan’s cock, savoring him. She felt her knees come together under her, her whole body squeezing inwards to contain her own arousal. She sucked gently, hearing his gentle moans and making her feel wonderful. Spreading Love to those who Deserve It. She did it not just because she felt it was right, but because she felt so right doing it.

She moved down his cock and back up a few times, tongue gliding along. As she sucked, a flash hit her mind of a woman with red hair and blue eyes. Kind of short. Curvy. And a smile so gorgeous it was hard not to smile back at it. Em shut her eyes tight and shook her head a little, tongue darting as she did, making Cyan shake in pleasure. Stop, she thought, Get her out of your head. She somewhat managed to do that, but something about the look in Holly’s eyes stuck with her as she sucked Cyan’s cock.

Cyan moved his hands down and gently placed them on Em’s shoulders. She gave a small moan of approval and handed him his tie, still around her neck. He gripped it tight as she slipped off his cock, taking a couple of deep breaths while stroking all the slickness she’d left on him up and down his length. The feeling made him shake. She stared into his eyes and stroked for a while. He stared back. She darted her eyes to the tie and back and gave a little nod. He, nervously, lightly, pulled it down. Em pretended like it was enough and let the action pull her mouth down back on him like she knew he wanted it.

Her mouth filled up once again. Her body squeezed again too. For reasons not worth getting into, Em hadn’t cum in quite a while. Going on almost 3 weeks. Which wasn’t that long but when you are engaging in things that turn you on along the way, it was getting difficult to stand. Still, that wasn’t what she was here for today.

She went a little deeper and gagged just slightly. Cyan pushed her up till she was off him and implored her not do that. This was the problem with servicing such nice people sometimes. They liked things, but didn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable. She could have explained it didn’t make her uncomfortable. That, in fact, quite the opposite, but she could tell he was close so didn’t push it. She just made him pull the tie again that brought her down to his cock.

Em looked at Cyan now, with her brown eyes stuck on his. She hadn’t once bobbed very fast on him, just lightly and loving sucked up and down, her hand stroking what wasn’t going in her mouth. It was simple and loving and, she could see, doing the trick. His eyes fluttered closed. She moaned on him in approval. Luckily, he didn’t try to push her off and she kept her same pace of slow, firm movements. Tongue lavishing as he moaned out in his orgasm.

The roof of Em’s mouth took a shot of warmth and then spread to her tongue. She kept sucking, gently and methodically, closing her eyes since he had closed his. Her mouth filled as he came and came. She was a bit surprised by how long it lasted but she kept going and going until his moans became almost painful and she slowed, bathing his cock in his own cum within her mouth. Eventually she slipped him out as he was rapidly softening and leaned back.

Cyan’s eyes opened slowly, smiling at her. She, in return, licked her lips. Of course, she hadn’t swallowed, and in doing so played out a specific fantasy he had confided in her. So she licked her lips and the cum in her mouth fell out and dripped down onto her dress, running down her chest and stomach. She wiped the last remnants of his pleasure from her mouth and wiped it on the dress as well. “You owe me a new dress,” she said.

He grinned, panting a bit. “Of course, Gold. Anytime.”

Em stood and gave his hand a squeeze. “Stay as long as you like, the room is booked for the night for you.” She went to the closet, grabbed a go-bag waiting for her there, went to the bathroom, washed up, changed into her jeans and a flannel, and left.

On the way home, Em stopped by Holly’s cafe. There, as they spoke, and Holly confided she needed a friend, Em saw what drew her to Holly. It was a look in her eyes Em saw in the mirror every morning. This woman, like Em, was painfully lonely. Only, unlike Em, it wasn’t by choice.

So she felt compelled to hug Holly. And when Holly tried to kiss her Em’s heart broke because she could tell Holly was grappling with very new feelings here. Em wanted to kiss her back, she wasn’t going to do that after doing what she had done earlier in the day. At least, not without Holly knowing.

No, it was better that they be friends. The neck kisses were just a slip up on Em’s part. Just friends from now on.

Em hadn’t really tried to have friends for four years. Not since Hanna. But Em pushed that out of her mind. Holly would be much more casual. An acquaintance. Not someone to see every day or anything like that. This would be fine. Just fine. They’d just hang out occasionally.

Em and Holly hung out every day for the next two months.

*To be continued…*

Thanks for reading Chapter two of Fresh Roses. Chapter Three will be available next Sunday 3/20!! Before you go, if you have any comments we love discussing constructive feedback and suggestions! And we’re not too proud to say we also love some good ol’ fashioned praise too :) Hope you enjoyed it!

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