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Adelle's Girls: Erica

By: svenjolly



"So how did finals go?" Cleo asked as she finished her toast.

Erica shrugged. "Alright. But some of these kids just can't write for shit. One of the essay questions was a gimme, asking for reasons for the collapse of the Soviet Union." Erica was, on top of her studies, TAing for three different classes, including Western Civ. "One kid spent two paragraphs on his own theory of how Reagan was single handedly responsible for the fall of the Soviet Union, without citing a single source or reference. It's just like 'I'm going to tell you what really happened.' I ended up just circling almost half the page and put 'WTF?' on it."

Cleo laughed. "Final exams are definitely where you should put your unsupported theories."

"Exactly," Erica grumped as she finished her coffee, checking some websites on her laptop. "How was your date? You were home early," Erica asked, a small smile on her lips. Cleo had slipped into the apartment only an hour or two ago.

Cleo only blushed a little. She had stopped being too embarrassed after her third date with Andrew. "It was fun. We went out for sushi and then saw Avatar."

"Avatar? Didn't you see that already?"

Cleo nodded. "Not in full Imax 3D. And besides Andrew hadn't and wanted to."

"Really? Andrew doesn't seem the type. I was expecting opera, or possibly the thee-ate-er."

"Oh come on. It's great. Space marines fighting giant alien cat people? Riding dragons? In full Imax 3D! And he even reserved perfect seats." Off of Erica's look, she shrugged. "Whatever. Even you would have liked it. Maybe you should ask Chris to take you tonight."

Erica smiled slightly, still looking at her laptop. She didn't blush at all. "I'd suggest it, but I bet he's already seen it." Putting her laptop on the coffee table she went to put on some shoes.

"Where are you off to today?"

"Well I have to meet with Professor Givens and hammer out some details on this research he's doing, and then off to the library to get started on it. I think I'm going to be looking at thirty-year-old newspapers digging for articles on Iranian/US relations. And then after that excitement," she continued, laughing, "I'm off to the spa, getting my hair did and full mani pedi. I have to prepare for my date too, you know. And maybe then I'll check show times for Avatar before I meet him at the restaurant."

"Know where you're going?"

"Not yet, he'll email the address to you. But he knows food." Cleo nodded.

"Are you... Erica, are you alright? It's only been like three weeks. You don't have to come right back to work like this."

"Actually, I do. Funerals are expensive, Cleo." Cleo's face paled. "Just kidding. I couldn't have paid for the funeral without raising too many eyebrows. But!" she said, dodging the pillow Cleo tossed her way. "But I still have rent, cable bills, three more semesters to pay for and two courses at TCI that I want to take. And besides, I just want to try and get back into a rhythm, y'know? Get back to my usual life. It'll be easy, Chris is a sweetheart."

"Well, as long as you're sure," Cleo said, letting the matter drop for now. She'd been watching Erica closely ever since she got back from Tucson, and she did seem to be handling it okay. "He's a regular right?" Erica nodded. "I thought so, but I checked and saw we hadn't heard from him in a while."

"Yeah, I know," Erica said. "I'd seen him once or twice a month for the better part of two years and then he dropped off the planet a few months ago. He probably got a girlfriend is all."

"Aw."

"But he's okay. Bit of a dork, could stand to lose a few pounds, but sweet. Nice kisser, even," Erica said, smiling. "So after Avatar, what'd you guys do?"

This time Cleo blushed a bit more. "We went back to the Waldorf. He had a nine am meeting though, so he was already out the door by eight. He told me to stay in the room if I wanted to, but by then I was already up."

"With the way Andrew wakes you up, I'll bet you were," Erica said, smiling at her friend's discomfort.

"Shut up," Cleo said in a singsong, putting her dishes in the sink. "Besides, he was positively subdued yesterday. He had flown in from Hong Kong the night before."

"Uh huh," Erica said, watching Cleo closely.

"That's right... So we only did it the twice before bed. Plus a quickie in the shower this morning," she said, laughing.

"Oh you slut!" Erica said, applauding. "Your corruption is continuing at an excellent pace, my young apprentice."

"Thank you, my master," Cleo intoned, bowing deeply. It had been Cleo who had made Erica watch Star Wars for the first time, and it had been Erica who took credit for pulling Cleo "over to the dark side." Ever since Cleo had started seeing Andrew Erica had taken it upon herself to try and teach Cleo some of the finer points of the trade. 

"But seriously hon, you are in a hell of a better mood after he's done with you."

"Isn't mind-blowing sex meant to be an excellent stress reliever?" Cleo asked, heading to her bedroom to get dressed for the day. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Yep," Erica said as she pulled on her coat. "Tell Adelle I say hi!"

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Erica arrived at the restaurant that evening a few minutes early, hoping to beat Chris there. It was always better to be able to welcome the client instead of the other way around. Cleo had forwarded Chris' email with the address to her in the afternoon, a new hot place in the Village called DBGB. Taking a quick look around, she didn't see Chris waiting and gave her name to the hostess. As she waited to be seated, she was surprised when a slim, rather well built guy sidled up next to her and placed a warm hand on the small of her back.

"Hey!" she snapped, quickly stepping away from him. This was bad: if the client sees you chatting with another guy, it could really ruin the whole night. 

"Whoa, Erica, it's me. Chris," he said, smiling with his hands up in front of him in defense.

"Chris?" she said, taking him in. In the three months since she last saw him, Chris had lost all his extra weight and then some. His belly was gone, his face was slimmer, and she could see that his arms and shoulders were noticeably larger. His glasses were gone, and where once he had an unruly mop of hair, he now had a more controlled short hair cut. She took a good look at his eyes, no longer hidden under thick bangs, and saw his brown eyes locked with hers. "Wow. You look... You look great," she said honestly, stepping close and pulling him into a hug.

"Sorry to scare you like that," he said quietly, hugging her tight. "It's good to see you." Erica could feel his hard body pressed against hers, and was shocked that this was the same Chris she remembered.

"It's okay. You just... What happened? Don't tell me you've spent the last three months at boot camp or something," she asked, her hand sliding along his hard chest.

"Uh, no, not quite," he said shyly, signaling the hostess that they were ready. They were led to a darkened booth in the back, where a bottle of champagne was waiting in an ice bucket.

"Oh, you shouldn't have," Erica said as she settled in.

"Why not?"

Erica shrugged. "I don't know, it's just something you say," she said, laughing. "So what happened to you? Seriously."

"Well, do you remember last time I was talking about a business venture in China?"

"Yes. Some very fancy electronics component or something," she said, sipping at her champagne. She knew that Chris had made a lot of money with an Internet company in the 90s, and had gone on to parley that money into a variety of other ventures. He had been very excited about this deal at the time, and she knew it was a big deal for him.

"That's right. Well, it happened, and except for four days back here to meet with some investors back in November, I've been in Shanghai getting production going."

"Wow! Congratulations!" Erica said, toasting him. "So they have amazing gyms over there? You built the factory with your bare hands?"

Chris laughed. "No. Well, yes, to the first one. Even with all the work setting the production facilities up, I still found myself with a lot of free time and really no one to spend it with. Hardly anyone speaks English and the social scene is a little... Well, weird. So I spent most evenings at a brand new gym that had been built near my hotel. After a few days I hired this personal trainer, Kai, and told her I really wanted to lose some weight, really get fit. She took me at my word."

"What do you mean?"

"Had me in the gym for three hours, four days a week. With occasional ten mile runs at dawn."

"Yikes."

"That's not all. All sorts of nutrition work, showed me all sorts of local restaurants and told me what to order. Every night at the gym she would just beat the hell out of me. Between the days in the office and at the factory floor and the evenings at the gym... I've never slept so well, believe it," he said, grinning.

"I'll bet," Erica said, taking another sip of champagne.

"She was amazing, absolutely changed my whole life. And the craziest thing was, she was cheap. At first I was all 'what a steal!' But she was so amazing that last week, when I was leaving I gave her a tip... Like a five hundred percent tip." Off of Erica's surprise, he quickly said "She could make six figures if she was working over here."

"Well... Congratulations, you look fantastic," Erica said honestly. "So Kai, huh? A cute, Asian personal trainer? I might be jealous," she said, laughing as she slid a hand along his arm. His rather muscular arm. "Shit, or maybe I should just hire her," Erica said grinning. "And what happened to your glasses?"

"Lasik. Did it just before I left."

"Why? I liked your glasses," Erica said. Off of his look, she defended herself. "I did! I dunno, I've always liked glasses on guys. Makes you look smart. Studious."

"Studious?" Chris asked, laughing. "That's totally an adjective you like to hear from a beautiful woman. 'My word, do you see that hunk over there? He is so fucking studious!'" Chris said.

"Chris," she said firmly, "smart is sexy. It's sexy as hell. And in any case it's much better than the alternative." Chris' laughter stopped, but he was still smiling. "I like the hair too," Erica said, sipping her champagne.

"Well that was just... I'd had the same hair since high school and it was time for a change," Chris said, blushing a little. He wasn't used to talking about himself this much, and especially not when he was out with Erica. "You look fantastic. But then again you always do."

"Thank you," Erica said, smiling. She was wearing a pretty green dress, the shade complimenting her eyes, and had her dark hair done up with one of those chopstick things. She was pleased to see Chris' eyes locked with hers and not staring at her cleavage like most guys. "When I didn't hear from you for so long I thought you had gotten a girlfriend or something."

Chris laughed. "No, no such luck. Besides Kai, I hardly met any women at all in Shanghai."

"Really? I thought a successful American businessman would be a pretty popular guy over there," Erica asked, perusing her menu.

"That, uh, that may be the case, but China's... Well, men outnumber women by a lot, or at least in Shanghai they do. You know the one child rule?" Erica nodded. "Well if you're only allowed one, and everyone wants to have a son, then you end up with a whole lot of men and not a lot of eligible women."

"That's some short-sighted thinking, right there."

Chris laughed. "Yeah. And, uh, you know, I hate the bar dating thing here in New York. And here at least I speak the language."

Erica smiled. When she had first met Chris more than a year ago, she was surprised how shy he was. In Erica's opinion, there were two reasons a man hired a prostitute. Some men hired professionals for sexual fulfillment, a thrill, or because they felt the need to drain their balls. And some hired professionals because they didn't really know how to date women. Chris was definitely one of the latter.

But once he started to relax around her, she found him to be a pretty nice guy. He was intelligent, driven, and had never treated her as anything but a lady. Unlike some clients, Chris didn't take the date part of the "date" for granted, and always at least took her out to dinner. He had even taken her out to some Broadway shows and, once, to the Natural History Museum. She smiled at the memory, remembered walking around the quiet marble halls with him.

"So how was China otherwise? You must have seen something other than the factory and the gym?"

"I did make some free time for myself at the very end. Flew to Beijing, saw Tiananmen Square, the Olympic stadium, saw the Forbidden City... And then took a helicopter ride along the Great Wall."

"Oh wow!"

"Absolutely amazing. It just keeps going and going over hills and mountains for miles and miles. Just incredible. And I also went shopping in the markets in Shanghai. I bought a whole bunch of great counterfeit designer stuff, counterfeit movies and toys... Just some of the craziest stuff you've ever seen. Did you know that they have more Harry Potter books over there?"

"What?"

"Some guy just wrote more books and slapped the Harry Potter label on them. Some of them aren't bad!"

"Oo, I might have to look at those," Erica said, smiling.

"I also, uh, I bought you a present," Chris said, handing her a small box wrapped in bright red paper.

"Oh Chris," she said, taking the box. Quickly unwrapping it, she popped it open. Inside she found a tiny jade figure of a woman. It was beautiful, with delicate engraving of the woman's robes and hair. "I... I can't accept this. It's much too exp-"

"Hey," he stopped her, placing his hand on top of hers. "I just thought of you when I saw it and I thought you'd like it," he said simply, smiling. Erica smiled, accepting the gift.

"Thank you," she said, a little flustered. Erica mentally shook herself. I've been out of this for too long, she thought. It had been almost a month since she had been out on any kind of date, paid or unpaid, and she was a bit out of practice at it. She put the jade statuette in her purse and cleared her mind. "So what are you getting? I've heard that the burgers here are supposed to be great."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few hours and several drinks later, Erica and Chris were making out rather passionately in the elevator up to his loft in DUMBO. Her hands sliding all over his body, Erica was very pleased by all the hard muscles she found. She didn't like her guys particularly muscle bound, but Chris' new physique was almost perfect for her, lean and strong, but not bulging. She could feel his hard on pressing against her belly and slid against it, smiling at Chris' groan.

Chris' hands weren't idle either, pulling her tight against him and exploring her curves. The gravitated to her ass pretty quickly, which made Erica smile. Chris absolutely adored her plump butt, and she was looking forward to it being worshipped tonight. His hands slipped low, lifting her skirt to her hips and finding her bare cheeks, her thong diving between. Chris growled into their kiss, his hands cupping her ass hard.

When the elevator opened up into his apartment, the pair stumbled through, dropping coats and shoes as they went, apparently unwilling to break their kiss. It was only once Erica started dragging him to the bedroom that Chris remembered something.

"Wait, wait... Mm, Erica, honey, wait just a second," he said, trying to stop her hands from undressing him.

"What is it?" she asked, not stopping, his shirt already half unbuttoned.

"I've got to, mm, make a phone call. I'm sorry but just give me a minute," he pleaded before firmly planting her butt on a stool in his kitchen.

"It can't be that important," she said, unbuttoning her dress slowly. "Can't it wait till morning?" Pulling the fabric aside, Chris groaned as her breasts came into view. Thrust up by her demi-bra, Erica's tits looked absolutely perfect, her large dark nipples practically begging for his lips. As he stared for a moment, Erica gently toyed with a stiff nipple, gently pulling at it.

"God you're cruel... But no, it can't, I'm sorry. Help yourself to some wine, I shouldn't be too long," Chris said as he went to what Erica knew to be his office, taking out his cell phone as he went. 

Erica was annoyed for a moment that he was letting some business call interrupt them, but she realized how silly she was being. She took a deep breath to relax herself, then decided to give Chris a surprise when he came back, quickly slipping her dress off and draping it over the back of a chair. Dressed now only in stockings, panties and her barely-there bra, she knew Chris would be all over her the second her returned.

Opening up his refrigerator, she found a couple of bottles of white wine, as well as something she wasn't looking for but was glad she found: a can of spray whipped cream. Grabbing the can, she got ready to give Chris a bit of a show when he returned. As she wandered close to the office, she could overhear some of Chris' conversation.

"So he's comfortable?... No, no I know that. Look I'll be there tomorrow, I think I land around five. Will he be out of recovery by then? What do you mean you don't know? Janice, please, I'm relying on you to handle things until I get there... I'm not! Jan, c'mon. Just text me the surgery time, okay? Okay. How's he doing?... Yeah?" Chris laughed at something. "Yeah that's dad. Yeah. How're Alex and Grace handling it?... Kids are weird like that sometimes. Look, look I've gotta go... Maybe I do, Janice, you never know. I'll see you tomorrow. Okay. Tell dad I'll talk to him before he goes in tomorrow. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He hung up and emerged from his office, taking in Erica in her lingerie. "God damn you look... Erica, what's wrong?"

Erica didn't realize she was crying until that moment, big heavy tears pouring down her cheeks and ruining her make-up. I had built up the walls so well, she thought. I was okay. He was in the ground and I was moving on. What happened?

Chris touched her shoulder lightly. "Erica? Erica what's the matter? Are you okay? Did I do something?" he asked desperately, pulling the weeping woman into his arms as she just started bawling, her knees giving as she crumpled against him. "Oh honey, Jesus, what happened?" he said as he led her to the couch, grabbing a blanket from the back of an easy chair and wrapping her in it. "Erica, c'mon hon, you're scaring me. Talk to me, please," he asked, almost begging.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing she said, trying to get herself under control.

"Don't be sorry, it's okay, shhh," Chris said, rubbing her back gently. "What's the matter? You can tell me, it's okay."

"My... My father died three weeks ago," Erica began, sniffling. "He died in a car accident and... and I didn't get to say goodbye to him," she sobbed. "I... I thought I was okay, but then I overheard your call and it all just rushed back to me. I..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry hon," Chris said quietly, kissing the top of her head. "It's okay, it's okay," Chris said soothingly as Erica continued to cry on his chest. He held her for a while like that, just gently rubbing her back as she got it out. "How long have you been holding that in?"

Erica laughed a little. "I dunno," she said, sniffling, "I'm not much of a crier."

"It's okay," Chris said, still holding her. "I... I was the same way when I lost my mom. I was a mess at first, but then I got better, I was fine. Then like three months later I saw something that reminded me of her and it all came rushing back. I just collapsed, I was a mess. It... It takes a while."

Erica nodded, her head still buried close to his chest. "Is your dad okay?"

"Oh, yeah, he's fine. He had a small heart attack yesterday and, well he's fine, but now they're talking about a triple bypass. His surgery's tomorrow, I'm flying out around noon," he said, his warm hand still rubbing her back. They sat like that for a moment, her occasional sniffling the only noise.


Adelle's Girls: Erica Ch. 02



This has been knocking around on the back burner for some time, but lots of commenters have been clamoring for it. So let's return to Erica and see how she's faring...

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Turning the card over and over in her hands, Erica debated with herself.

I shouldn't.

But I want to.

It's a bad idea.

So was taking his card in the first place.

He'll think I like him.

C'mon, I do like him.

That's the damn problem!

"He did say to call anytime..." she tried to convince herself. "But I doubt he meant two in the morning," she countered, flopping back on the pillows.

She had gone to bed hours ago, but after reading for more than an hour and laying in the darkness for another few, she knew that sleep would be eluding her tonight. And it was times like this that her thoughts drifted to her father...

Deciding, she flipped open her cell and dialed the number on the card. It rang five times and Erica almost hung up before someone picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Chris? It's Erica," she said, surprised at her own nervousness. She knew she was crossing a line here, and didn't really know what would come of it. "From New York," she added, when the line was silent for a moment.

Chris laughed. "I know which Erica you are, I was just a little surprised to hear from you. Not that I even know any other Ericas, really."

"I didn't wake you did I? I know it's late bu-"

"It's two in the afternoon here in Shanghai," Chris said, and Erica felt a little better. "But that means it's two in the morning in... Are you alright? What's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I just..." she exhaled in frustration and finished in a rush, "I couldn't sleep and I wanted to talk to someone."

"Ah."

"You offered."

"That I did." There was a smile in his voice.

"Is this a bad time?"

"No, not really... You're distracting me from some very tedious work, actually."

"Glad I could help," she said, relaxing back onto the bed. "So how's China? I thought you weren't going back for a while."

Erica and Chris had had three more dates since that night two months ago when everything changed for them. Erica had done everything she could to maintain the appropriate professional distance, but she couldn't stop herself from enjoying the time she spent with him.

"That was the plan, but all of a sudden there was an emergency and they needed me here to oversee a bunch of stuff and... Here I am. Got here the day before yesterday."

"Big emergency?"

"Not really... An injection molder broke, which led to some assembly problems, and the backlog screwed up the whole order process... It was a mess, but nothing I needed to come over here for. Eighteen hours of travel for like a three hour problem."

"Sorry to hear it."

"Ah, it's alright. Since I'm here I'm sticking around for a week or two and following up on some things. Kai's pleased to see me, she's got me back in training."

"Really? It's not like you slacked off when you were home."

"Can you tell her that please? She's become full on sadistic. I couldn't even get out of bed the day after she finished with me.

"Oh really?" Erica said, her voice teasing. "Are you sure she's still just your trainer?"

"What's the matter, jealous?" Chris sassed back. "I literally couldn't get out of bed. My thighs, my gut, everything was so sore I could hardly move. Getting from prone to standing... The guys here laughed their asses off when I shambled into the office."

Erica laughed. "I bet. So have any other adventures?"

"Uh... Well the other night Sheng and Jet took me out to this club. It was something else. Remember how I told you there weren't that many women around?"

"Yeah."

"Well someone needed to tell this place that. Girls everywhere, and a lot of western girls too. Everyone was really friendly. And none of them spoke English, but they still all wanted to talk to me."

"None of them spoke English?"

"No, all the western girls were from like Hungary or Romania. Gorgeous, dressed to kill. Really nice too, kept trying to talk to me..."

"Uh, Chris..."

"Yeah, I know. They took me to a brothel, I figured it out," he said, laughing. "I'm sitting there, surrounded by three gorgeous women who I totally can't communicate with, but they're laughing at everything I'm saying... That was the tip off, I think."

"So, did you... partake?"

"No, sorry to disappoint you," he grumped. "Not that I wasn't tempted but... I don't think I could sleep with some strange woman who I can't even talk to."

"Oh I've just ruined you for other whores is all," Erica said, grinning.

"I, uh, I guess you have," Chris agreed after a moment. Erica frowned in the darkness: Chris didn't like being reminded that she was a whore. "But besides my brothel adventures and evenings at the gym, so far this is a lot like my last trip here. How about you? What's new?"

"Nothing really, just gearing up for spring break," she said absently.

"How's, uh, work?" It took Erica a moment before she realized what he was asking.

"It's fine... Missing my favorite client though," she said, hoping to change the topic.

"I should be back in New York in a couple weeks. You'll see me soon enough," he said quietly, but Erica could sense that the mood had changed a little. "It's uh, it's nice to hear from you. Didn't think you'd call."

"I... I hadn't planned on it, honestly," she said, a little sheepishly, "but you know how it is when you go to bed and just lay there? Your mind wanders. Sometimes it's a little shitty if you aren't in the best mood."

"I know how that works. Your mind gets to wandering to stuff you don't want it to."

"Right. I didn't mean to bother you bu-"

"It's not a bother, please," Chris said. "Like I said, it's great to hear your voice. It's... it's making me miss you, though."

Erica couldn't help but smile.

"Miss you too Christopher." Chris chuckled: he had confessed to her recently that he loved to hear her say his full name.

"So just lying in bed?" His voice was lighter, playful. "And what do you wear to bed?"

"Are you asking what I'm wearing? How original! Want to try heavy breathing next?" Chris laughed aloud. "Hate to disappoint you, but nothing exciting. Just a tee shirt."

"And...?" Chris asked, and Erica could almost picture his grin.

"And... Nothing. Just an old shirt," she said, squeezing her thighs together a little. "It's not sexy at all, trust me."

"I disagree. You lying in bed, in nothing but a thin old tee shirt... Ask me, that's plenty sexy," Chris chuckled.

Erica smiled. "I didn't call to play, Chris," she said seriously. But she couldn't deny spreading warmth in her pussy.

"I know hon, I'm just teasing," Chris said, gently. "So what's your plans for the weekend?"

So they talked. About nothing mostly: plans for the week, funny stuff that had happened to them, the news. Chris seemed to need it more than Erica did, cooped up in China away from friends and family. But Erica enjoyed the distraction, relaxing back into her pillows as they talked about nothing. She and Chris had always been able to talk to each other.

"That's what I told them!" Erica said, laughing.

"You shouldn't be such a grammar Nazi," Chris said.

"A what? Look, if I'm grading your paper and you use a sentence fragment... Most of them are seniors! They should know better."

"I'm glad I never had you as a TA... What am I saying? I would have loved to have had a TA as hot as you. I bet no one ever skips your class. None of the guys anyway," Chris said, laughing. "Hm? Hey listen hon, I gotta get going. You feeling better?" "Yeah," Erica said, rolling over. "Yeah I do. Thanks Chris."

"It was my pleasure, really. I'll give Adelle a call when I'm back in town, alright? Couple of weeks, tops."

"I look forward to it. 'Night Chris," Erica said.

"It's afternoon here. But good night Erica. Sleep tight."

"Okay," Erica said as she hit the END button on her phone and noted the connection time. She'd been on the phone for more than a half hour. Shaking her head, she put her phone aside and settled down in bed, hoping to finally get some sleep. She lay there for a moment before rolling to her bedside table and grabbing her vibrator.

"It'll tire me out," she murmured to herself as she slipped the curved latex toy to her pussy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"When do you leave for China again?" Erica asked as he returned to bed, handing her a cold bottle of water. She immediately pressed it to her damp throat, having not moved from her spot on the sweat soaked sheets.

"Day after tomorrow. Is it Sunday yet?" Chris asked, glancing at the clock as he crawled back into bed. "Tomorrow, that is."

"Couldn't pay me enough to get on a plane for twelve hours. Ugh."

"I bet you I could."

"Want some company on the long flight? Join the mile high club?" Erica said playfully, her hand tickling along his side. "Maybe you'd like me to be your personal assistant in China. I take very good dick-tation," she husked, rolling over to look into his eyes.

"More like ass-istant," Chris said with a smile, his hand gripping one firm cheek. "Hon, I'd bring you along in a second. Think Adelle would let you take a, uh, working holiday?"

"Oh she wouldn't mind at all. As long as you paid in advance, of course." Now it was Erica's turn to laugh, but she couldn't help the sudden thrill she felt in her chest. He wants to go away with me to China! Erica stopped, chiding herself: She had found that she felt these... inappropriate feelings more and more often with Chris. He had long been her favorite client, but lately she had really stopped thinking of him that way. And Erica knew that was foolish.

It was at this point that she noticed that Chris' hand hadn't yet left her butt, gently gripping and caressing her firm ass. Erica had to smile: Chris absolutely loved her butt. As his hand explored her bountiful bottom, Erica couldn't help but hiss as two fingers slid between, teasing her tight hole. The stimulation made her squeeze down, barring him from entry. So when his fingers slid to her pussy, Erica shifted her legs to allow him in. She was still flooded with his cum, and his fingers were easily able to slip deep inside her. After a few thrusts, one slick finger returned to her ass, now slipping inside rather easily.

"Mm, naughty boy," Erica said softly, relaxing against his chest. Reaching back, she pulled one heavy cheek aside, allowing him easier access. Glancing down, she could see Chris' cock was slowly rising to the occasion, and was looking forward to a nice leisurely lovemaking after the frantic fuck they just had. She scooted up to his lips, kissing him as his fingers continued to tease her holes. "Oh god it's almost two in the morning. Aren't you tired?" she asked, just noticing the bedside clock herself.

"Aren't you?" he countered, pulling a thigh over him and pulling her against his growing member. "Remember, I've been on three continents in the past week. Time zones have long ceased to mean anything to me."

"So you've evolved, then, beyond this mortal coil."

"Sleep is for the weak!" Chris intoned, smiling. "Chris not want sleep! Chris want love!" Erica couldn't help but laugh before Chris pulled her close again, kissing her. "Seriously, my body thinks it's two in the afternoon last Wednesday. Sorry for keeping you up-"

"Hon, as long as I can keep you up," she murmured, placing him at her entrance and pressing down slowly, "you can keep me up. Mnh," she grunted, Chris' cock filling her up.

"Fuck baby," Chris groaned as her hips began to slowly grind against him. "God... maybe I can find room in the budget for you."

Erica couldn't help but laugh before a quiet groan replaced it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Morning," Erica grumped as she walked in the front door. She was returning from a job that had had her up most of the night. Harold was an okay client all things considered, but he wasn't a very considerate lover. Or a particularly skilled one. She was sore, tired, and unsatisfied.

"Hey babe. You alright?" Cleo asked, just about to step outside herself.

"Yeah I'll be okay. A nice lazy Sunday and I'll be right as rain. Big breakfast, take a bath, maybe smoke a little pot," Erica said as she went straight to the kitchen, grabbing the eggs from the fridge. "You do anything last night?"

Cleo shrugged. "Nada. Got stuck watching a Hoarders marathon while I mouse potatoed. You know."

"That show freaks me out, I can't believe you watched a marathon."

"Hey isn't Chris over there?"

"Huh?" Erica asked as she came back into the living room. Looking at the TV, she saw the caption blaring MASSIVE EARTHQUAKE IN SHANGHAI while the two idiots on the screen blathered on and on.

"Isn't that where Chris is? You said he was in Shanghai right?"

"Yeah." It came out as a peep. "Yeah, he's in Shanghai."

"I hope he's okay," Cleo said, frowning. "7 on the Richter scale? Yikes." She glanced at Erica and saw her biting her lip. "Hey, don't worry, I'm sure he's fine."

"Hm? Oh yeah, I know," Erica said, distracted.

"Want me to... Want me to call his office? They'll know if-"

"Don't be silly, it's okay," Erica said, shaking her head and returning to the kitchen. "You don't get going you'll be late."

"Shit. Okay, I'll see you later. I'm marinating chicken for dinner!" Cleo said as she ran out the door. Erica waited until she heard the door shut before she returned to the living room, watching the news for a few minutes.

"He's fine. He's fine," she whispered to herself, trying not to think about it.

God, I just saw him last week. With all of his travel she would have expected to see him less, but he still booked her every two or three weeks. That special date was now four months ago. Chris had never mentioned that night she burst into tears in his living room, but they both knew that things had changed between them since then.

"He's fine. He's fine. I'm sure he's..." she murmured as she paced nervously for a moment. She stopped, willing herself not to dwell on where he could be at that moment. When she opened her eyes, the television was filled with images of devastation from Shanghai, entire buildings collapsed into the street.

Erica wasn't sure when she decided to do it, but all of a sudden her phone was in her hand and it was ringing.

"Hello?"

"Chris?" Erica asked, relief flooding her body. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, who's... Erica?" he asked, surprise clear in his voice.

"Yeah, hi," she said, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "I just saw on the news about this earthquake and I... I was worried about you," she admitted, sitting on the couch heavily. "Are you okay?"

"Hey, don't worry, I'm fine," Chris said. "I'm okay. I was driving from a satellite office to the main factory when it happened. We were outside on an open road, so, y'know, we got shook up plenty but everyone's okay."

"Good. Good! Is everything alright? The factory and everything?"

"We're checking on it now, but everything seems more or less alright. Kai just called me, it looks like the old town got the brunt of it... But I think we're okay. It's not like Haiti or anything."

"Oh that's terrible," Erica said, smiling despite herself. "I mean that's great, I'm... I'm glad you're okay, Chris. I just had to check."

"I... Thanks, I appreciate it," Chris said. "This is so weird, I was just thinking about you the other night."

"Oh?"

"Uh, yeah. Nothing special, just, y'know, thinking of home," Chris explained, a little flustered. Erica smiled a bit: Chris was usually so together, it was nice to think that she could rattle him a little. "How about you? Are you alright?"

"No earthquakes in Manhattan, so I should be okay."

Chris laughed. "Right. That's good, because they really aren't that fun. Listen I can't talk right now, but I'll probably see you in a week or two, okay? I'll be back in town by then."

"Great. I'll um, I'll see you then. Bye. Stay safe."

"I will, don't worry. Bye sweetheart."

The line clicked off and Erica let her hand drop to the couch. She sat for a moment trying to figure out where her head was. Now she wasn't a robot, and she had always liked him well enough. But something had definitely happened. The idea of him hurt, or worse, had scared her half to death. She cared for him.

For a client.

"Goddamnit."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Erica was supposed to be studying, but instead she found herself dicking around on Facebook. As often happened. She had been working on this paper for the past few days, and she had given herself a few hours break. Her iphone started buzzing it's way across the coffee table, so she leaned over her laptop to grab it

"Sup."

"Hey Erica, you've got a date for this Friday."

"Oh, okay." Erica was annoyed. She knew that to procrastinate now, she needed the free time this weekend. That being said, work was still work.

"Mr. Allen."

"Oh! Oh, okay." Erica said, smiling despite herself. It had only been a few days since talking to him. He had said next week!

"Alright. I'll see you later. We'll talk then," Cleo said, clearly a little pleased with herself.

"Thanks babe," Erica said as she hung up. Cleo and Erica worked it so they said as little as possible over the phone when it came to work.

Erica sat for a full minute staring at her facebook page. Then she closed it and opened up her paper, getting up from the couch and moving over to the table where she had laid out her various books and reference materials.

"No more procrastinating for me."

~~~~~~~~~~

Erica arrived at the restaurant almost ten minutes early. It was in DUMBO, almost across the street from Chris' place. She had seen the place several times, but they had always gone to more expensive places in the city. She went to the bar and ordered a drink, and noticed the bartender eyeing her. She accepted her drink and took a nearby table.

"Maybe I overdid it," Erica said quietly to herself, looking at her outfit. She was wearing a loose, silky blouse, which made her braless breasts look deliciously tempting. Her jeans were almost uncomfortably tight, and she knew her big ass looked amazing. Cleo had said that Chris had said to dress casual, but maybe she had turned up the sexiness too high.

"Oh well." She knew Chris wouldn't mind.

She sat for a moment sipping her drink, tapping her feet in nervousness. As much as she tried, she couldn't help wanting to see him. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax.

It's just another date. Just like Gerald. Or Tony. Or... that asshole from last month that watched TV the whole night. Right. Just like that. She noticed that Chris had entered the restaurant and was coming her way. She smiled as she rose to greet him.

"Hey," Chris said as he approached.

"Hey," she said, stepping close and hugging him tightly. She could feel her breasts press against his hard chest as her hands stroked his back. He stilled for just a moment before his arms wrapped around her, squeezing her back. "Welcome home."

"Thanks," he said, kissing her lightly on the neck as he let her go. "Uh, I was wondering... Would you mind if we just ate here?" "Sure, why not?"

"I just... I thought, you know, usually we go to fancier places," he stammered, a little embarrassed. "It's uh, I just landed last night, and I've been in meetings all day long, and I just... I was hoping to take it easy. I'm sorry you got all dressed up..." He took in her outfit. "No, no I'm not. But is that okay? If you wa-"

"That's fine, Chris. I'm easy to please."

Chris laughed. "Sure," He signaled the hostess who came right over.

"Hey Chris," the young blonde said, smiling brightly. She was adorable, and Erica couldn't fight a sudden wave of jealousy that swept through her. What the hell is wrong with me?




Adelle's Girls: Erica Ch. 02



"Hey Molly. Table for two?"

"Of course," Molly said, indicating for them to follow her. The place was packed, but Molly led them to an unoccupied booth, ignoring the angry looks of some groups that were still waiting. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Uh yeah, two..."

"Beers," Erica interjected. "Something light."

"Two beers, got it. I'll be back to take your order in a sec," Molly said, favoring Chris with one more big smile before bustling over to the bar.

"They know you here, huh?"

"Hm? Oh yeah. I'm in here three or four times a week, easy. And I throw all sorts of parties here for the company. Remember that time you were over when I made pancakes? That was from here."

"You're joking!" she said, laughing.

"Nope. I can't cook breakfast. And I didn't have any pancake mix anyway. We can get breakfast from them tomorrow if you'd like?"

"As long as you're the delivery boy like last time," Erica said with a grin. She remembered that time: Chris had come in with one of those breakfast-in-bed trays. At the time she had thought it to be the sweetest thing ever, but knowing that he hadn't cooked the food... Well, that didn't take too much away from it, actually. "It must be nice to have a great place like this just across the street though."

"It's a pleasure. And don't worry about the menu, they'll make anything you'd like. Right Moll?"

"Absolutely," Molly said as she dropped their beers off. "Your usual?"

"Sure... Can I get that with grilled tuna instead of chicken though?"

"Not a problem. And you?" Erica looked around at the other diners, trying to spot something that struck her fancy. "The special tonight's a grilled chicken sandwich with a spicy soy glaze and ginger slaw."

"Oh that sounds good. One of those. And some sweet potato fries please?"

"Not a problem," Molly said with a smile before zipping off again.

"So, to homecoming," Erica said as she offered her pint in a toast. Chris groaned before toasting her, drinking deep. "What's the matter?"

"I told you I landed yesterday? I'm off again the day after tomorrow. Production has officially begun, and as we build up inventory it's up to me to find some clients."

"Oh boy. Or is this the fun part? I have no idea."

"Well, it's hard to say. The ten-hour days on a sweltering factory floor in China is one kind of terrible. But living on airplanes is a whole new kind of torture. But this is the fun part in that now the money will start flowing in, not the other way around."

"That is more fun, I find."

"But the travel doesn't stop anytime soon. Three meetings in three different states, Then to LA so I can fly baaaack across the Pacific, stopping in Melbourne. Then on Tokyo, Osaka, and Kyoto. Then to Seoul on my way back to Shanghai. To check in. And then it's off to Europe."

"Jebus. All of that in how long? A month?"

"Try three weeks. Europe hasn't even been figured out yet, but we'll spend a month traveling in Germany alone. Fucking endless. I am taking the next 48 hours as mental health time."

"Glad I can help."

"Help? You're instrumental, Erica," he said again, taking another big gulp of his beer. Doing so, he missed Erica's smile at his offhand praise. "God, and I've been eating just awful shit too. I missed real food."

"Oh woe is you. First class isn't so bad. I bet your flight home even had one of those little bed things." Chris managed to look a little sheepish. "I mean, I'm sure it still sucks, but try flying back to Arizona for Christmas on coach."

"Ouch."

"That's right. And the only people who fly to Arizona are monstrously fat old Republicans. So coach is just... Ugh, it's fantastic. This year I'll spring for business class."

"But I'm... I'm just dreading this trip. It's already been endless, and it's only just beginning." Erica took a moment to really look at Chris, and could see that he was really worn thin: tired, bloodshot eyes, hunched shoulders. Chris, in short, looked haggard.

"You'll do great. This thing is your baby. No one knows more about it than you." Erica knew that Chris' company was building some new computer part, but that's about as far as her understanding went. Erica could discuss the impact of the stirrup on human society or argue with her professors for hours about the nuances of New Deal legislation. But when Chris the electrical engineer tried to explain his invention, Erica lost him somewhere around semi-conductors.

"It's just... The technical stuff was a challenge, but that's what I'm used to. This... schmoozing and networking shit, I dunno."

"Hey," Erica said seriously as she took his hand from across the table. "Mental health days are no good if you don't try and relax. You'll have plenty of time to fixate during all these flying days. But don't let it get to you then, either. Are you traveling with anyone?"

"Yeah, our account manager. He's the one who's lined up these meetings," Chris explained as Molly swept by and dropped off their food with another big smile.

"Do you trust him?"

"Leon? Of course I do. He's fantastic."

"Okay, then trust him. You just stay relaxed and keep it simple. Don't fret about problems you don't even have yet."

"Fair point." Chris tucked into his salad, visibly relaxing as he ate real food.

"And you are flying all over the world. Ask Trudy to make reservations at great restaurants, try and do things. You know, mix in some pleasure with your business. Oh! Set up a scavenger hunt."

"A what?"

"You know, set up a series of stuff you have to find, or do. You know, like get drunk with a local or hook up with a stewardess."

"Flight attendant, you mean?" Chris asked, his mood already improving.

"Oh whatever. Is it just you and this guy Leon?"

"No. Jet's the head of the manufacturing division, and Karl is our European partner."

"Alright. So how about you all go in for a hundred bucks to whoever completes the most tasks? Everyone submits five tasks." Chris was smiling absently, clearly imagining what kind of shenanigans they could get up to, depending how daring they wanted to be.

"Well, none of these guys would do it for less than a grand, but yeah. Where'd you come up with that?"

"Spring break, my junior year, my whole sorority went down to Miami. We did it, everyone putting in five tasks. But, everyone also put in two items to find. I didn't win, but I was tied for third place."

"Fun?"

"Well, the stuff we had to find was like beer caps, used joints, men's underwear..."

"Something like that... could change the mood of the trip."

"But definitely put hooking up with a stewardess in there. I want you to promise me that you'll try."

"You want me to promise to try and nail a flight attendant?" Chris asked, shaking his head. Erica nodded, grinning. "Fine. I'll give it my best shot."

"There you go," Erica said with a smile, pleased to see a smile on Chris' face. They ate in silence for a minute or two, Chris devouring his salad like a starving man. He stopped, putting his fork aside to take her hand.

"Erica, you're a goddamn genius. I..."

Erica blushed "If you're traveling around the world anyway, you might as well make an adventure out of it. Now just promise me you'll try to win."

"I've got a bit of a competitive streak in me." Chris said, already halfway through his salad. "So what were some of the tasks?"

"Hm?"

"This sorority thing of yours."

"I can't tell you anything that-"

"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I was never in a frat, but I know you take an oath or kill a virgin or something."

"Shut up," Erica grumped cutely. "I'll keep my sister's secrets. But... Well, I can tell you what tasks didn't get done. How's that?"

"Okay," Chris said, seeing how that wouldn't be betraying anyone's confidence.

"DP."

"Damn."

"Yeah. I know who put it in, and she just had to go there. It was all anonymous, so... Yeah."

"I like that girl."

"Used small-sized condom."

"Oh lord," Chris laughed, sitting back and relaxing for the first time in days.

"Finger cuffs. The act, not like actual finger cuffs."

"Man. I think I love your sorority," Chris managed to say between his laughter.

"Hey, these are things that didn't get done!" Erica said mock-defensively as he just kept laughing. "Well what about you? I'm sure you got up to some nonsense at school."

"I spent college working. I was pulling twenty-four credits a semester, working a part-time job besides. And I..." Chris' entire bearing had changed, changing from relaxed to visibly tense, uncomfortable, nervous, "I mean, you know me, I was a bit of a social outcast."

Erica remembered how shy Chris was when they first met. She wondered if he was even worse in college. Oh god, or high school.

Erica was struck by a sudden vision: Chris in college. Quiet, withdrawn. Everyone else busy getting drunk and getting laid, while he stayed in his room studying, working on his computer, nose to the grindstone. He knew that the work would pay off, he knew that college was too important to mess around with. But that was cold comfort when your roommate throws you out so he can bang some hot sorority girl.

Erica grabbed Chris' hand, stunned at the flood of emotion she suddenly felt. There was sympathy, sadness... But also admiration. Erica could only imagine the hard time a chubby, nerdy, shy guy would have had in his youth, but Chris had emerged from all of it successful, sweet, and decent.

"Erica?"

"Let's get out of here, okay?" she said quietly, pushing her empty plate aside.

Chris couldn't stop the goofy smile on his face.

"Okay," he said, signaling Molly to come over. "And we're off. Put it on my tab?"

"Not a problem Chris. You two have a good night." This was said with a bit of a saucy smile. Erica didn't know quite how she felt about that.

Two minutes later they were in the elevator going up to Chris' apartment and in each other's arms. Erica was already unbuttoning his shirt before they reached his floor, and as the door opened she pushed him through as she stripped it off.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing yet," Erica said, grinning.

And then they were kissing again. Did we always spend so much time kissing? Erica wondered as she shimmied out of her jeans. Chris's hands slid along her hips to her tiny thong, toying with the lacy fabric before pushing it over her hips. Erica lowered her butt to his bed as her hands went to his belt, quickly undoing his pants and pushing them and his underwear down his legs, his cock popping out and bobbing in front of her face. She looked up and locked eyes with him before gripping him and slipping her lips around his head.

"Erica," he groaned as his shaft slipped deep into her mouth, his head just nudging the entrance of her throat. Erica began to vigorously suck his cock, twisting her head as she began to make love to Chris with her mouth. "Erica, babe, I haven't... I can't..."

Erica redoubled her work, her tongue whipping back and forth along his cock's underside as she sucked with everything she had. She could feel him throbbing and moaned in pleasure as she felt him begin to spurt in her mouth. She slipped back to just the head, swallowing repeatedly as Chris spent again and again, her hand drawing out every drop. Chris' hands went to Erica's shoulders as the strength left him, his cock slipping from her grasp as he slipped to the floor before her, panting.

"Jesus," he gasped, placing his hands on Erica's knees and dragging himself up to sit beside her on the bed, only to flop back onto his back.

"Needed that, huh?" Erica asked with a smile, licking her lips as she moved to lie beside him.

Chris laughed. "I left Shanghai two days ago. I stopped in Tokyo, Bangor, Hamburg, and London, taking meetings in each city. I've been on three continents, four different planes, a hotel, hired cars... I think I slept at some point over the Atlantic but," he shrugged. "I've just been running around like a madman for way too long. I did, desperately, need this," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "Thank you so much for coming Erica."

"I was happy to sweetie," Erica said, smiling. As his brown eyes stayed locked with hers, she could tell he wasn't talking about the blowjob at all. That, just that knowledge, caused her heart to pound a touch harder. "Are you too tired? We don't have to-"

And then he was kissing her again. If he had any concerns about tasting his seed on her lips, he didn't show it, his passionate kisses making her pussy swell in anticipation. They slid until he was laying on top of her, his kisses slowly moving down her body. He paused at her breasts for a quick second, feeling her tight, pebbled nipples with his tongue.

Erica gasped as Chris' lips continued south, kissing past her belly button and toward her freshly waxed pussy. Chris found her quite wet, and she gasped as he licked along her soft outer lips.

"Oh, oh jeez." She felt him spreading her wide, his broad tongue licking through her soaked flesh. He avoided her clit at first, teasing her as she pulled her thighs as wide as she could. When his tongue finally touched her clit, a quick teasing lick quickly gave way to a focused sucking.

Erica slumped back against the bed, biting her lip as she felt Chris begin to tease her opening with two slim fingers. Her moans took on a desperate character as Chris began teasing her g-spot directly. She was already turned on out of her mind from sucking him off, but she was surprised how quickly Chris was going to get her off.

"Oh fuck baby, unh, I'm, I'm gonna, unh..." Her hands whipped out as climax hit, grabbing the bed desperately as Chris's thrusting digits kept her orgasm firing again and again. Erica wasn't sure if she was cumming repeatedly or just have one amazing, mind-blowing orgasm. "Holy fuck, unh, baby..."

And then Chris was above her, thrusting inside her as her pussy gripped him like a fist. Erica went completely stiff, panting for breath, shivering through the last edges of her orgasm. Flopping back against the bed, Erica held Chris tight, squealing as he began to pump in her.

"Is it-"

"If you stop I'm going to kill you," Erica gasped, her nails digging into his back. They giggled at that, Chris' hips grinding against her, rising above her. He shone with sweat, and Erica had to bite her lip. Goddamn he looks good.

Their lovemaking was slow, tender, teasing. Chris stayed above her for long minutes, his thrusts long and languid, then quick and shallow, and finally hard and pounding. They would move to new positions as the desire struck them, each guiding the other with a gentle hand before returning to their passionate dance.

Erica knelt above him, her hips working in slow circles has his cock slowly moved in her flooded heat. Erica felt as if she was floating, Chris' cock feeling absolutely divine as it plunged into her again and again. His staying power was fantastic, Erica's expert blowjob having taken the edge off. As she shivered through another tiny orgasm, Chris grinned and rolled over, pinning her back beneath him. Erica grunted as he thrust deep into her, reaching back and pulling her thighs to his chest. Erica's eyes screwed shut as he slowly pressed into her, his cock going much deeper at this new angle.

"Oh, oh fuck!" Erica grunted as he pressed firmly against her cervix, filling her completely.

"Is it too-" Chris asked, already withdrawing.

"It's okay, it's, mm, easy," Erica murmured as Chris developed a new, slow stroke. Erica groaned as she felt every bump and ridge of him moving through her. When he pressed against her, his cock now just kissed her core before withdrawing. It felt incredible, each slow thrust feeling like he was entering her for the first time, her nerves alive with feeling. "Oh, oh fuck that feels..."

"Good?" Chris asked, and Erica could only nod slowly as her eyes drifted closed.

"God, I love it. I love it," Erica whispered, another orgasm already pooling in her belly. Sliding a hand down her middle, she began slowly teasing her clit. "Mm, faster, Christopher, a little faster."

"Like this?" Chris grunted, his hips picking up speed, his thighs smacking gently against her upturned ass. "God you feel amazing."

"Chris, I-"

"What?" he grunted, his own voice strained.

"I'm gonna cum so hard baby," she hissed, her fingers a blur on her clit. As her orgasm broke, she gasped aloud, her hands gripping Chris' strong arms as he pounded into her. "Oh god oh god, mnh, fuck me!"

Chris could only grunt in response as he felt her pussy gripping him. He could feel his own release rushing as he looked into her eyes, just drifting open between waves of pleasure. Their gaze locked just as Erica felt him stiffen against her, his cock pulsing as it filled her. He slowly crumpled against her, his breathing haggard. Erica pulled him close, her thighs moving to wrap around him, hugging him tight to her chest. He buried his head in her neck, kissing and biting her sensitive flesh.

"God I... I'm crazy about you Erica," he husked against her neck.

"Me too Christopher," she gasped, her heart still pounding from her climax. She could feel his lips smile against her throat.

"You're crazy about yourself?"

"You know what I mean. I'm pretty crazy about you too," she murmured, squeezing him tightly.

"I might be more."

"More?"

"I might be more than just crazy about you. I... I might..." Chris paused, moving so he could look her in the eye. "I think I might love you."

Erica's heart went from pounding to freezing in her chest.

"I, I know I shouldn't, I'm sorry, but-"

"I think I do too." It came out as a tiny whisper, but she might as well have shouted it. Chris asked with his eyes, and Erica nodded, biting her lip. He smiled slightly, leaning forward to kiss her softly.

Erica relaxed, pulling Chris close as she ignored her rational brain's screaming at her. She knew she was being foolish, and she knew she would probably regret it, but for the first time in weeks she felt right inside, like she was finally admitting something she'd known for a while. She was crazy about Chris, and the fact that he was a client didn't take away from that at all. So she told her rational mind to shut up for the night and let her enjoy herself and Chris' kisses.

It was at some point in all of this that she realized Chris still felt rather solid inside her. She squeezed down experimentally and was rewarded when a grunt slipped out between their kisses.

"Did you take a Viagra or something?" she asked with a grin, squeezing again. "You're still so hard."

"Uh, I guess... There's something very sexy about a girl you love telling you the same, maybe?" It was said with a grin, and Erica couldn't help but gasp as he began to slowly move again in her.

"Unh, god."

"You're not too sore are you? We don't have to-"

"Fuck, I'm so slick inside," she murmured, cutting him off, "So slick and hot..." Chris' eyes turned dark at her dirty talk, and Erica loved it. He resumed his slow thrusts, her wetness audible as he moved in her. "Mm, god, your amazing tonight. Are you going to fuck me three times tonight?"

"At least," Chris grunted. He laughed aloud when Erica suddenly shoved him over, knocking him onto his back as she moved to all fours on the bed. His laughter stopped when she reached back with both hands and spread her ass wide.

"Then I want you here," she husked, one finger moving to rub against her tiny anus. "I want you everywhere tonight, my love." She could feel Chris moving around behind her, and bit her lip in anticipation. She gasped aloud, however, when she felt not Chris' cock, but his lips kissing his way up from her pussy to her ass.

"God I love you baby," he murmured, and Erica buried her face in the sheets as she felt his tongue teasing her.

God this is going to turn out bad.




Adelle's Girls: Erica Ch. 02



~~~~~~~~~~~

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So he just said it ilke that?" Cleo asked, her hazel eyes wide.

Erica had just finished explaining everything that had been going on between her and Chris: bursting into tears at his place, their newfound intimacy, calling him on the phone, and their latest date and all the romantic fallout from it.

"Well he didn't just blurt it out or anything. And it's not like I did anything to dissuade him either."

"And what does that mean?"

"I, uh, I kinda said it back to him," Erica said, jamming a cookie in her mouth.

"You what?! Erica, c'mon, you know how bad an idea that is. I know you like him and all, but he's still a client and-"

"Oh don't go and get fucking judgmental on me, Ms. Cleo," Erica said, her back up. "Maybe I should call Andrew and see what he thinks about your new opinion on professionalism in the call girl business?" Cleo was about to say something, but shut her mouth with a grump. "And like I don't know it was a stupid thing to do?"

"So you're in agreement at least."

"Yes. But... I dunno, I know I'll probably regret it, but at the same time it's like I'm finally admitting something that I've been feeling for a while now."

"How long?"

Erica shrugged. "I dunno. Some time since melting down in front of him, obviously. I mean I've always liked him, you know that. But ever since then there's been... More."

Cleo nodded. She had suspected that there was something going on between Erica and Chris for a while now, and was glad that her roommate had finally decided to let her in a little.

"So then what?"

"Hm?"

"You both confess your undying love for each other. Then what?"

"Oh. Well he ate my ass out for like twenty minutes before plugging it with his cock and..." Erica stopped, dissolving into laughter as Cleo choked on her coffee. "You okay?"

"Sure, sure," Cleo croaked, clearing her throat while Erica laughed away. "I was just expecting something like you two talked all night or made out or something. But not you. Butt sex. Kablammo."

"Shut up. Like you don't like it."

"Shut up."

"And then," Erica continued, deciding to needle her roommate some more, "I woke up in the morning with him poking me in the back. So I decided to wake him up with a nice relaxing beej."

"Well I'm sure he enjoyed that," Cleo responded, over any of her apparent squeamishness. "I hope you at least cleaned up first?"

Erica rolled her eyes. "We showered before bed. But he woke up, pulled me up and we made love one more time before we had breakfast sent up and... And I left."

"And you guys didn't talk about the L word or anything."

"Lesbian?"

Cleo sighed in exasperation.

"Fucking with you is too easy," Erica giggled, going to the sink and putting her mug away. "But no, we didn't talk about it."

"So tried to act like it didn't happen."

"Kinda."

"Very mature." Erica shrugged, not disagreeing. "So what are you gonna do?"

"Not a clue," Erica said, her head sinking. "He's on a flight this minute and I bet he's still smiling. I mean he won't even be back in town for like six weeks."

"Kick the can down the road. That's a good plan."

"Works in Washington," Erica said, her head down, worrying at the floor with her toe. Cleo was about to press further, but stopped, knowing that pushing her friend wasn't going to help her with her problems. That's when an idea occurred to her.

"You know, you need a break, some vacay. Want to go to Vegas with us?"

"I dunno..." This wasn't the first time Cleo had suggested Erica come along. Andrew had a convention in Las Vegas in a few months, and Cleo wanted Erica to come along so they could spend their days enjoying the city together. Erica was tempted, but didn't want to be a third wheel. "It would be too weird to have a threesome with you two."

"Oh ha ha. C'mon, it'll be good for you, get out of town and away from the drama. And the heat will remind you of home!" This earned her a laugh, and Cleo was pleased to see a smile. "Think about it."

"I will, I will. Shit," Erica said, seeing the time. "I need to get some work done or I'm in the shit tomorrow." She was halfway out of the kitchen before Cleo grabbed her arm.

"You okay."

"No. But in a good way."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Adelle's how can I help you?"

"Hello, this is Mr. Allen," Chris said, looking around uncomfortably. He knew that no one knew what he was up to, but he still felt funny using the airplane phone to set up a date with Erica.

"Oh hello sir. And what can I do for you today?"

"I was hoping to make an appointment with Erica for this Friday, the sixth."

"The sixth... Oh I'm so sorry, but Erica isn't available that evening." Chris' heart sank to somewhere beneath his feet. "The closest I can do is two days after that, the ninth."

"Uh, yes, I suppose that would work," Chris said, quickly checking his schedule on his phone. "Yeah, yeah that should be okay."

"Should I pass on anything to Erica? Any instructions, perhaps some sort of dress code, fancy night out?"

"No, no nothing like that. Just a quiet night in."

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Josh, I'm happy with my guy."

"What are you getting? I can shave four or five points that, easy."

"Four? C'mon..."

Josh Fitzgerald's mark seemed dubious, but it only took a few more minutes of badgering before they were agreeing to a lunch later that week. It was the fourth such appointment he'd made. Erica was impressed: She'd never seen anyone hustle as much as her new client.

The night so far had been fairly uneventful. She stood by his side and looked pretty, only occasionally answering a direct question or laughing at their jokes. She was regretting the three inch stilettos she had chosen; They made her legs look endless, but she would never have picked them if she knew she'd be standing in this cocktail party the whole damn night. That, and she towered over her client, which she could tell annoyed him. The party was some sort of fundraiser for cancer research. Erica had been to a few of these in her career, and knew that these events were usually just grand excuses to network.

Josh obviously agreed. She wasn't entirely sure what his business was; he seemed to offer something different with every person he met. Sometimes it was financing, sometimes it was a supplier or specialist, and later it was a potential client. Whatever it was he did, he was quite good at it.

"This is going pretty well," Josh muttered between glad-handing.

"Great," Erica said with a smile, hoping that she'd get a chance to sit down. She was about to ask something else when Josh saw someone else and called him over.

"Allen! How the hell are you, I thought you were still in Shanghai?"

Erica turned and it took everything she had not to gasp in shock. Chris was standing before her, his eyes locked with hers for a long second before he managed to shake it off.

"No, no I uh, I landed this morning." They shook hands, Chris turning his eyes away from Erica, ignoring her presence. "I just came back from a long trip looking for clients."

"Still looking for 'em?" Josh laughed. "A friend of mine, frat brother, works for Tyan systems in Taiwan. They'd be interested in that... What is it again? Special drive controller component?"

"Uh yeah, for networked media storage applications. We've had a lot more interest then we expected. It might be a feature on the next Nintendo system, actually."

"That's great!" Erica blurted out, surprising herself and everyone else. Oh dear god please keep it together Erica.

"Absolutely!" Josh agreed, briefly thrown off. "But I've got an interest in some server farms in Northern England, it's a very fresh market..."

Erica was too busy going insane to keep up. As she kept her smile frozen on her face her brain was racing trying to figure out what was going on. Chris' walls were up: he wasn't looking at her, and although he seemed at ease, Erica could tell that he was uncomfortable. The more he tried to escape Josh's clutches, the more Josh tried to hang on.

"I'm not sure if it's-"

"Listen, it'll be a couple of thousand units, easy! Just let me set up a meeting."

"Fine, fine. I'll put Leon in touch with you," Chris said, becoming visibly uncomfortable. "Now if you'll excuse me..." Chris nodded curtly to Josh before walking quickly away, grabbing a champagne as he went.

"Fucking faggot. What crawled up his ass?" Josh spat, finishing off his drink. Erica had to bite her lip to keep from tearing him a new asshole, and managed to say nothing as he moved on to his next target. Erica glanced back as she followed him and caught Chris watching her. She could feel her face heat as she turned away from him to stay at Josh's side.

The rest of the night was like that: Josh would be hustling his services to anyone he could get to hold still long enough while Erica tried to maintain her façade of the loving date. She knew she wasn't pulling it off as well as before, but she knew that Josh barely cared either way. She kept seeing Chris out of the corner of her eye, talking with other partygoers and generally mingling. She tried to catch his eye without success.

"I think this shit's about done," Josh said nearly two hours later, checking his watch. "I'll call the car."

"Of course. I'm just going to use the lady's room." But Josh was already on the phone with his driver and Erica stalked off with a roll of her eyes. She didn't see Chris about, and was worried for a moment that he'd left without waiting to speak to her. Just as she turned down the hallway to the bathrooms she found him leaving the men's room.

They both stood there dumbly for a few long seconds. Glancing back into the party, Erica grabbed him and pulled him into the bathroom without a word.

"Erica-"

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't mean for this to happen."

"I know that. I know you aren't on Fitzgerald's arm because of his winning personality." It was said with a smile, but Erica knew he was putting on a brave face for her. She wanted to say something to make it better, to make it all okay. But there wasn't anything that could do that. So she hugged him instead, squeezing him tight, her breasts flattening against his chest. She could feel him soften, his hands coming up and hugging her back as his lips pressed against her neck.

"I'm sorry."

"Sh. I'll see you Friday." She nodded, her face against his shoulder. "C'mon, you've got to go back to your date."

She frowned, but she knew he was right.

"Well I did really have to pee."

"Ah." "I'll see you Friday Chris. And I'll be there early, like noon. We'll spend the day together. I'll make this up to you, I promise."

Chris opened his mouth to respond, but stopped, only nodding as he slipped out of the bathroom. Suddenly alone, Erica sighed angrily before pulling up her skirt to use the toilet.

Later, she found Josh waiting for her by the door, badgering an underling on his phone. He barely glanced up at her as she approached, only signaling with a thrust of his chin to follow him. She risked one look back into the party, but she couldn't see Chris anywhere. She followed Josh out to the street and his waiting car. Josh climbed inside, still on the phone, closing the door behind him. Erica frowned, walking around the back of the car to get to the other side.

"... yeah, that's what I told him. Well line McGill and Davis up for that meeting. Uh huh. Right. Well whatever they decide I want my cut. No... Right, obviously." Josh was still haranguing his assistant when Erica slid into her seat and shut her door. "Uh-huh. Right. Cam? Around the park if you please."

The driver nodded, pulling away from the curb and heading uptown. Erica was about to ask where they were going when Josh started pulling his pants down and fishing his dick out.

"Uh huh. Uh huh. Just a sec," he said into the phone before covering the receiver. "Suck it. I'll drop you off at your place after."

Erica managed not to react, but it didn't matter anyway: Josh was already back on the phone, his half-hard dick laying across his pants. Swallowing her pride, she shifted in her seat and lowered her head to his lap.

~~~~~~~~~~

Erica half-ran from the subway station and headed towards Chris' apartment building. She knew she was early, but she was desperate to get to Chris' and start making up. She had planned a nice day for them, having found a cool little toyshop to go to on their way to Chris' favorite beer bar downtown. She'd been on the Internet the whole day before plotting out a walk for them to take so they could window shop and enjoy the day.

And then there was what she planned to do to him in his apartment. She had packed a small clutch of sex toys this morning, and was ready to rock Chris' world. A vibrating cock ring, a string of anal beads, flavored lube, and her secret weapon: A small vibrating egg with a remote control. Her plan was, after fucking him stupid, was to coyly ask him to insert the egg before they left for their day, handing him the remote. She'd never done anything like it, and certainly not with a client, but she wanted to do everything she could to make Chris feel special. Because he is special.

Erica had felt utterly miserable after her night with Josh. She wasn't under any illusions: She made her living selling her body. She'd been doing it for the past two and a half years and was damn good at it. She never planned on doing it forever, and as the end of her degree program loomed, she knew she wouldn't be doing it that much longer at all.

She had never felt the way she felt on her date with Josh. It wasn't entirely his fault, a lot of it had to do with the juxtaposition of how she felt when she was with Chris and the way Josh made her feel: A little worse than a whore, a little more than a walking fuck-thing. She had never felt humiliated or shamed by what she did for a living before, and she wasn't happy to have started.

She also never had fallen for a client, not in the least. As she rounded the corner to Chris' place, she questioned herself for what felt like the thousandth time. Did she really love him? And then she saw him sitting on the steps of his apartment building. His eyes moved to her and he smiled, standing to welcome her.

Yeah, I really do.

"Hey," he said when she reached him.

"Hey yourself." She slipped into his arms for an easy hug.

"I, uh, I wanted to talk. I think we need to talk."

"Oh, okay." Well that's never good.

They sat together on his stoop, their thighs pressed together. Erica waited for him to start, and Chris seemed to need a minute to put his thoughts together.

"So, uh... last time you were here, I said some things. And, uh..."

"We both said some things." Erica took his hand in hers. "And I meant it. Are you-"

"No! No, I meant it too. I did. But I've just been thinking and... and we can't keep doing it like this. I can't, anyway."

"Oh." It came out very small.

"Oh god, not like that! I'm not... I just mean, like... if I love you, I want to see you. Like normal people. I don't want to have to call someone else and book time with you. I mean... I think I know what I feel, but this way it's hard to know what's real, you know?"

"Chris, I know what I am. But that doesn't change how I feel about you. I didn't say it just because you said it. I know it's not typical but-"

"I know, and I believe you, but that's not it. Like... Like right now, you're here and I'm happy, but I'm still out a couple grand for you being here. That's why you're here. I mean this is business even if this," his hand moved back and forth between them, indicating their connection, "has moved beyond that."

"So..."

"I don't know what I'm trying to say, I'm sorry. But I needed to talk about the other night. It hurt seeing you on that asshole's arm. I know it wasn't for fun and I know it's not like you had much choice but..." He exhaled grandly. "It's fucking with my brain. Clearly."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. An idea popped into Erica's head and she spoke before she could have a chance to talk herself out of it.

"You know I'm thinking of going on vacation at the end of the month."

"Oh?" Chris was a little thrown by the apparent non-sequitor.

"Uh huh. Going to Vegas with Cleo and her boyfriend. You ever been?" So he wants to see me outside of work. Let's do that.

"To Las Vegas? No, no I haven't."

"You should go. I'll get there the 29th. I'm staying at the Wynn."

"That's great. I hope you have a-"

"You should go."

"Maybe I will some-Oh. Oh!" Chris said, finally getting it. "How long are you staying?"

"Till the 8th. It'll be nice hanging out with Cleo but who knows who I might run into?"

"Yeah. You never know."

They held each other's gaze for a long moment before a small grin started to pull at the corners of Erica's mouth.

"So what do you want to do today? You still want a date, right?"

"Uh, yeah. I mean I booked it, didn't I? But I, uh... I didn't really plan on anything."

"Leave it to me then. Can we go up to your place for a bit? I have some things to show you."

As Chris turned to open his front door, he missed Erica's broad smile.

Just me and Chris in Vegas. Alone. Her foot paused in midair. And Cleo. And Andrew. Oh for fuck's sake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Adelle's Girls: Erica



"I'm sorry," she said again.

"It's okay hon, it is. You haven't got anything to apologize for. Do you want to talk about it?"

Erica nodded absently and started talking. She talked about her dad, about how he was an economics professor in Arizona, and had always supported her in her plans to go into education herself. How he had always been there for her, how he had the weirdest sense of humor, and had made her watch old Marx brothers movies with him. How he was the greatest cook, and taught her how to make all the family dishes. She talked about how she was planning on visiting her parents in a month anyway when she got the phone call. She had rushed home for the funeral to find her whole family in shock, and did what she could to hold everyone together.

Erica just talked and talked, getting it all out for the first time. How she hated the world for taking her dad from her like that. How she hated that she couldn't help her family monetarily, because she couldn't let them know that she had that kind of money. How she wanted to tell her mother that it was all going to be okay when she didn't know that herself. The whole time Chris quietly listened, occasionally asking a question or encouraging her to continue. She talked and talked until she glanced at the clock and saw the time.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, her hand to her mouth. "Oh god, I've been talking for more than an hour. I'm so sorry, I've ruined your night," she said quietly. She was mortified, embarrassed. He was being nice, but she knew he wanted sex tonight. It was the whole reason she was there. She resigned herself to pretend to be in the mood, tried to relax and get her mind off her grief.

"Oh shut up," Chris said, still holding her tight. She turned to look him in the eye. "We don't need to do anything. I don't... I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. And I know you aren't feeling it anymore. It's okay," he said, interrupting her protests. "It's okay, really." 

"But..." Erica said, confused. Erica looked at him closely, and was amazed to realize he was serious. He didn't care about his ruined night or the money he'd spent, but he did care about her. He was genuinely concerned about her, and didn't want to take advantage of her. Erica was floored: this was something she hadn't encountered yet on the job. 

He started to say something, then paused. "Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Uh, sure? What do you want to watch?"

"Well we've only got my collection here, so let's see..." Chris was already up and looking at his DVDs. "Let's see... Too dorky, too dorky... Ever see Day of the Jackal?"

"Is that with Bruce Willis? Yeah I saw that."

"No, not the one with Bruce Willis," Chris said, as if they were discussing a disease. "That was The Jackal, which was a remake of this. You'll like it, it's really good."

As the movie started Chris returned to the couch and Erica settled herself on his lap, the blanket still wrapped around her. This is good, she thought as she wiped her eyes. Watch a movie, get back in the mood, you can still salvage this date and he won't have any reason to call Adelle. This should work out fine.

~~~~~~~~~~

Erica awoke suddenly in Chris' darkened living room, alone on the couch. She wiped her eyes and looked around, Chris nowhere to be seen. It was almost three in the morning. I must have dozed off, she thought, wrapping the blanket around herself tighter against the cool air. Standing, she padded quietly to the bedroom and found Chris under the covers. She paused at the doorway and considered him.

He left me alone, she thought to herself. I dozed off during the movie and instead of waking me up and taking me to bed he left me alone. Because he didn't want to do anything I didn't want to do. Because he was concerned. Because he cared for me. She had to smile at that. Wide awake now, Erica quickly shed her remaining clothes. She slipped into the bedroom and lifted the quilt, sliding into the warm bed. Chris wakened as a warm, naked Erica snuggled against him.

"Hey," he said sleepily. "You dozed off around when the Jackal entered France, so whe-" Erica shut him up with a kiss, pushing him onto his back as she climbed on top of him. He welcomed her into his arms, kissing her deeply as his hands explored her body, finding her delightfully naked. As Erica pushed his shirt off his chest, he murmured in response, his hands finding hers and holding her still. "Erica, hey, wait, I don't ha-" Erica shut him up again with a hard kiss, skillfully pushing his pajama pants down his legs with her feet.

"Chris, please, shut up and listen for a second," she said quietly. "You... Thank you so much. Some clients wouldn't be so... understanding if I just burst out crying on them. I'm a bunch of holes for them to fuck, and crying isn't what they paid for," she said harshly. "You... You didn't care about your night, your money. You cared..."

"About you," Chris said quietly, gently brushing her hair from her face. "When I saw you crying I thought... I don't know what I thought, but you scared the hell out of me," Erica kissed him again, relaxing against his hard body.

"I haven't been with a man in... Since it happened. I want... I want to feel loved for a little while, okay?" Chris smiled at that, rolling them over till he was above her, his cock settling along the length of her pussy. They kissed again, gentle affection giving way to deep passion. Erica wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tight to her, grinding against his hard body, especially his cock. Chris slid down her body, his cock finding her moist entrance, nudging her open. As he entered her Erica moaned in pleasure and pulled his face close to hers, softly kissing him as he filled her up. "Oh Chris..."

"Erica, baby," Chris moaned as he felt her opening for him. One long, slow push, and he was up to the balls in her. Erica made the most delightful little squeaks and moans as Chris moved in her, her hands gripping his arms tightly, desperately. Chris and Erica had had sex dozens of times, but this felt very different. Chris slowed his movements, Erica pulling him close for another mind-blowing kiss. Chris groaned as she squeezed him tight inside her. "Christ honey, you feel... Fuck you feel amazing."

"You always say the nicest things to me," Erica said, smiling. She gasped as Chris pressed deep inside her, his cock just touching her cervix. As each of his slow thrusts touched her core, she could feel her pussy starting to flood with moisture. She bit her lip as she felt her orgasm growing in her belly. Fuck, she thought, has Chris always fucked me this good? "Chris, honey, I think I'm gonna cum, gonna cum all over your cock. I want you to just keep fucking me baby, just like you're doing."

"I can do that," Chris said, smiling, his hips still slowly easing back and forth. Erica smiled, took in Chris's new physique as he held himself above her. His slim, muscular body was starting to shine with sweat, and he looked amazing as he continued to slowly pump away. "God you're beautiful," he whispered.

As Erica was watching him, he was taking her in. Erica looked like a goddess of sex. Her long brown hair was spread around her like a halo, her green eyes practically glowing in passion. Her full breasts wobbled delightfully with each thrust, her dark nipples like little thimbles. As Chris watched, her eyes rolled slowly back and she started to shiver, her thighs gripping him hard as she came all over his slowly pumping cock.

"Oh, oh, oh Chris, baby," she gasped, her hands gripping his arms tightly as she came all over his pumping cock. Chris followed her orders, continuing to slowly thrust into her gripping channel, holding her close as she shivered in pleasure. As she came down she seemed to melt back into the bed, sighing deeply. Chris slowed to a stop atop her, kissing her softly as she hummed happily.

"You okay baby?" he asked, kissing along her throat.

"Mh-hm," she murmured, nodding. "And now I need you to fuck me nice and hard, okay?" she said, her feet pulling at his ass. "I want you to pound into me. Make me feel it."

"You didn't feel that before?" Chris asked, laughing. His hips started moving again, fucking into her with nice deep strokes. He would slowly pull out before slamming back in hard, bringing a gasp to Erica's lips.

"I felt it fine... I want to feel more," she said, gasping, as she pulled her legs back, putting her calves on his shoulders. The both groaned as Chris seemed to go even deeper at this new angle. Chris' hands gripped her ass hard, his fingers digging deep into the soft flesh.

"Oh holy fuck!" Erica gasped, her hands gripping at the sheets. She could already feel another orgasm building and slid a hand down her sweaty belly to play with her clit and help it along. Chris' hips sped up, pounding deep into her, his balls bouncing against her ass.

"Fuck baby, I don't..." Chris groaned. He was desperately trying to hold himself back, but Erica's clenching pussy was practically milking him.

"It's okay baby, cum in me," Erica whispered, her fingers a blur on her clit. "Pump me full, it's okay, I need it." Chris groaned and thrust deep in her, collapsing against her as his cock throbbed powerfully inside her, jetting his cum deep in her pussy. This pushed her over, his hot cum in her pussy setting off her own orgasm. Erica held him tightly as he shivered, groaning against her neck in pleasure. "Oh god I can feel it baby, can feel you cumming in me."

"Oh fucking hell," Chris murmured against her neck. He felt like all his strength had just been drained out of his cock. He slumped against her heavily, her legs moving back to his sides, her soft thighs cradling his hips. "I'm not squishing you am I?"

"No, it's okay," she said quietly, planting kisses along his sweaty shoulder. Chris felt delightfully warm and heavy atop her, like he belonged there. After a minute or two, Chris slowly lifted off her and moved to lie beside her on the bed. Erica laid her head on his hard chest, listened as his heart rate slowed.

"That's was... incredible," Chris said, his hand stroking along her sweaty back. Erica didn't respond, her hand sliding along his flat belly to his sticky cock. Gently lifting his spent organ, her fingers gently gripped him, her hand slowly stroking. Chris groaned quietly at the stimulation. "More?" Chris asked, a little shocked.

"Yes please," Erica said cutely as she sat up, leaning over his middle and taking his sticky cock into her mouth. Despite his protests, Chris' cock had already regained some of its vigor, filling her mouth with more to spare. Chris played along, his hand sliding to her soaked pussy, feeling his cum leaking out of her. Taking one slickened finger, he slid it up to tease her tight ass.

"Mm, you naughty boy," Erica murmured, lifting off his cock, her fist slowly pumping it. "Chris, I'm gonna make sure this is a date you never forget."

Already there, Chris thought to himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was late the next morning when Erica woke up, cuddled against Chris' chest. She stretched slightly, careful not to wake him, before setting back against his firm chest. Chris rolled slightly in his sleep, wrapping a protective arm around her. Erica couldn't help the smile on her face.

The smile was short lived, however. Erica couldn't deny it; she knew she had crossed a major line last night. She had never gotten emotionally involved with a client before, and she couldn't lie to herself that her time with Chris was just empty sex. She knew he didn't feel that way, and she was starting to think she didn't either. As she quietly slipped out of bed she thought about what she should do.

She knew that the smartest move would be to cut him off, refuse to take his business again. She knew it would hurt him, but in the long run she knew it was the best choice for both of them. He didn't need to go falling for a call girl and she didn't... Well, she didn't need to be falling for a client either. So that's it, she decided, she'd say goodbye to him and that would be the last she'd see of him. But even as she planned it, she knew that he wouldn't be the only one hurt. As she was slipping her shoes on, Chris emerged from the bedroom in his pajama pants.

"Hey, I was just coming to say goodbye," Erica said, moving to him. She slipped into his arms and gave him a hug. "Thanks for... For everything," she said sincerely.

"Don't worry about it," Chris said, his hand stroking along her back. They kissed softly. Erica had meant it to be a fairly chaste kiss, but Chris just laid one on her. Erica couldn't help but respond and they kissed for a few long moments before Erica remembered the plan and pulled away, blushing slightly. Why am I blushing? I don't blush with clients!

"Well, um, I should get going," she said grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

"Erica, wait," Chris said, grabbing something from a drawer and handing it to her: a business card. "I know this is a huge no-no and all that but, uh, here. That's my direct line; wherever I am you can reach me on that number, even if I'm in China again. If you ever need to talk, about anything, please don't hesitate."

Erica knew she shouldn't accept it: direct contact with a client was a major breach of Adelle's rules and could get her fired. She should hand it right back to him and explain that. But for some reason she slipped the card into her purse. "Thank you. I might take you up on that."

"Good," Chris said, smiling. He led her to the elevator and with one more soft kiss, said goodbye.

"Goodbye Chris," Erica said as the elevator doors closed. Finally alone, she slumped against the elevator wall and began thinking about her next move. As she left the building and hailed a cab, she knew that she should just call Adelle and say she wouldn't take dates with Chris anymore. Just say it had become too personal. She took out Chris' card and looked at it, knowing that she should just tear it up and be done with it.

But she paused. She remembered the look in his eyes when she came to his bed last night. The way it felt when he kissed her. How nice it was to wake up in his arms. As she opened her purse to get her phone, she saw the little jade woman he gave her the night before. She smiled slightly, her decision made.

"I'm a fucking moron," Erica said as she pulled out her phone, calling the office.

"Adelle's, Cleo speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hey hon, it's me. Just checking in."

"Hey Erica. How was your date last night? Everything go okay?"

"Yeah," Erica said as she put Chris' card in a small pocket of her purse, "yeah everything was fine."