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The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

She stopped when her hand touched the doorknob and she looked back at him. She bit her lower lip and nodded her head slowly. "I think so." The owner? She danced with the owner?! She kissed the owner?!!!
She gulped and then took her hand away from the knob. "Is he here? Can I...maybe...if he doesn't mind...talk to him?" She had a pause between all of that, multiple times and fidgeted with her hands. Good lord, she was twenty-one, almost twenty-two and she couldn't speak. Yet when it came to being a teacher, it was like she was a totally different person. When it came to men she wanted to meet again, or well a particular man, she was like a teenager all over again. It was saddening if not maddening.
 
Oh boy, what a predicament Hawthorne got himself into! Instead of letting this poor girl leave this hotel and get on with her life, he kept going after her. Why was that? He had his way with the ladies. He got what he wanted when he wanted it, but he never felt a particular attachment to any of the girls that he was after. Was it because he didn't 'seal the deal' with her, or was it something else. When asked about the owner, he gulped. He walked into that one. As his mind began to attempt to concoct a lie to her (like telling her that the owner was on a business trip) he spoke without forethought....

"You're looking at him"

Wait...what?!?! Did he just say that!?!? Just realizing what he had done, he backed away, his brawny arm lifting to bring his hand to his head, his fingers sifting through his black hair as he nervously scratched his scalp

"Yeah...I bet you really hate me now. I'm sorry..." he began. The least he owed this girl was an apology

"It's not you, it's me....you are a wonderful woman. You did nothing wrong. It's just that you shouldn't be around me. I associate myself with dangerous people, and I don't want you to be put at risk by being around me." he said

"I'm telling you this because you are obviously a good person and I don't want to involve anybody innocent in this..." he said
 
Her jaw dropped. Not exactly the thing she was expecting him to say or even clarify her suspicions but she felt so stupid now. Here she was, looking like a lost little puppy and practically stalking this man and the entire time, he was right there, in front of her, talking to her but not saying anything more and he was the one she talked to and kissed at that party last week? She swallowed hard and looked away, her cheeks so red in embarrassment, she wanted the ground to swallow her up now.

Harper looked up at him when he started to explain. It’s not you, it’s me… Oh, yes the cliché and usual start off. She should have seen that one coming because if she knew anything, when a man started it off like that, it was truly the other way around and there really was something wrong with her. That’s how it always had been with the men in Harper’s life. They always started it like that. And in the end, she would end up apologizing. No, this time she was not apologizing. She just looked at him as if her face had completely fallen along with her jaw—though it was no longer dropped—and she then averted his gaze. “Right.” She said, ticking her head a little when he said ‘innocent.’ Did he mean not guilty or the other kind of innocent, the naïve kind of innocent, the kind of innocent she was always assumed to being but never was?

“My mistake.” She said softly and she moved from him. “Have a good day.” That was it. Cold. Hard. Stabbing. Rejection. It turned a woman to ice. Well one like Harper. So with that said, she turned on her heel and she walked to the door, didn’t look back once, her shoulders squared and she looked undefeated. She walked down the steps to her car and once she got in, she started shaking, her façade broken. She started her car quickly, fumbling with her keys to get the right one in the ignition when she finally managed and sped away quick, she left tracks on the pavement. She burst into tears. Frustration made her cry. Embarrassment made her cry. Worst of all, the fact she felt so desperate, made her cry even more and made his rejection sting even more than it ever did with any other man.
 
Opening the door so that the woman could walk through he watched her with a worried expression in his eyes. Briefly marveling at her gorgeous figure as she walked away from him, he watched her get into her car and start it. That was that...everything was well again. Well...that's what he thought at least, until he saw her break down into tears as she drove off. Oh shit...how could he be such a scumbag.

"I'm such a fucking idiot" he said, closing the door

Although he felt awful for what just happened, he resolved to let it go. She'll get over him in a few weeks. She find a nice guy and marry him, and maybe have kids. This was better for her.

Unfortunately logic wasn't with him that day. He went around and looked for Stephanie...hoping that she would do him just one favor
 
Stephanie was bent over the bar not too far away and she was snacking on some vegetable sticks. Even though she was given dressing, she had pushed it away. Said that ranch was like a moment on the lips, forever on the hips and doing what she did, she had to maintain her figure. Her eyes were glued to the TV screen at the bar. It was a football game. One of her favorite teams was playing and she stood up straight suddenly and she threw her arms in the air. “Yes, yes, yes!” She was wearing a simple tank top with leggings and back stilettos. There was no dress code, as long as the girls wore heels. That was the only requirement.

When she turned, she took a bite of her carrot stick and smiled seeing Hawthorne. “What’s up Doc?” She grinned, amusement shining in her eyes.

Harper had stopped crying by the time she got home. She tossed her purse on her desk in her room, kicking her heels off and lay face down on the bed. She buried her face into the pillow, wrapped her arms around it and sighed. It wasn’t fair.
If he was so bad for her, why would he do that and kiss her?
 
He saw Steph and waved...but the worried look in his eyes persisted. He had to admit, although he turned down Steph before, she was quite a looker. And she knew how to walk in heels. It seemed like a dying art. Pulling a stool over next to her he sat down.

"Hi Steph...would you be able to do me a favor? And before you ask, yes, it will be a lot to ask, and yes, if you want anything in return I'll oblige" he said, rubbing his calloused hands together and avoiding eye contact with her so that he could formulate a way to ask her what he wanted. Wait...what was it that he wanted from her?
 
Her head tilted to the side and she blinked her eyes. She took the last bite of her carrot stick, letting her munching do all her talking as she sat down beside him at the bar. Her eyes were between him and the screen. No one would ever peg her as a football fan. She really wasn't. But she blamed her brother. It was the only way the two siblings with seven years between them could get along.

"I'm all ears." She smiled. Oh, of course he had her attention. If it meant she got something from him. Maybe this time she could get more than just a kiss. Her eyes slid over to the TV as she picked up a celery stick and she looked pissed off. "No!" She barked, about ready to throw her celery at the screen if it weren't for the bartender right there. She cleared her throat and smiled sweetly before looking back at Hawthorne. "I swear, I'm all ears." She said softly, and really meaning it this time. "What will you give me?"
 
Jumping at what appeared to be the beginnings of a sport-fueled temper tantrum, he soon settled down on the stool. Grabbing a celery stick from her plate he chewed on it as he thought about how to ask her. He wanted her to explain to Harper who he was, and what he did. About how the Manor was indeed a high class brothel, and how he was in deep with some VERY dangerous people. In fact, if he didn't play his cards right, he could be in jail, or worse, dead within 3 years. He however could not write her a note, an email, or call her. That could later be used as evidence against him if things went south. No...he had to rectify what he done, but do it wisely. Logic gained ground.

"I have done something terrible. At the party last week I lead Harper along, but didn't go beyond kissing her. She is a good person, and I didn't want to put her in danger, so I stopped before things got more involved, and that she'd be put in a position that could ruin her, or put her in danger" he began, reaching over the bar and grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniels and a shot glass

"She came by today to look for me, and I told her as best as I could, but she obviously got the impression that I found something wrong with her, and I feel that I hurt her really bad" he said, pouring the alcohol in a glass

"I want you to tell her everything. Who I am, what this place is, and who really runs it behind the scenes. I'm asking you to talk to her because I can't call her or write to her. If anything should happen, that could be used as evidence, and than the shit will really hit the fan" he finished, downing the booze

"I know this is a lot to ask, so name your price" he concluded, putting the glass on the bar table and looking at her, prepared to meet her demands within reason
 
Her attention had fallen back to Hawthorne, completely and she was munching on her vegetable sticks as he spoke. That jealous woman in her, despite being a good friend of Harper’s now, didn’t like what she was hearing. She wanted to roll her eyes but refrained. What was it about Harper? Was it because she was so innocent? That she wasn’t…a whore? That men like Hawthorne got too good, high and mighty in business like this that they wanted better even if they themselves weren’t better?

With a resigned sigh, she looked at Hawthorne and tilted her head. “Well, if you’ve hurt her and ensured that she probably won’t ever come back, if you think you hurt her that badly then why say anything more?” Sure, she could always say something so she could get what she wanted from him, but there was always a ‘within reason’ clause, unspoken at best. She wouldn’t fall for it. “I mean for something like that, you won’t give me what I want. Besides, why do you want her?” Now Stephanie was dying to know this. “What is it about her that you seem to want to make everything okay for? Until now, you did as you pleased, got into business with whatever and whomever. So you meet some girl who can’t really form more than two coherent sentences and then what?” She asked. “Trust me Hawthorne, it’s better this way. Rather than tell her everything, just take what you want. It’s what you’re good at. Let her go. You hurt her. She won’t be coming around here ever again.” And Stephanie would personally make sure of that one too. She adored Harper. She really did. Only when Harper wasn’t catching the attention of men that Stephanie wanted.
 
He began downing shots as she asked him why he wanted her to go through with telling her everything. Was it because he felt bad? Or was it something else entirely.

"I don't know...maybe it's because of this crooked fucking business that I got myself into I am trying so desperately hard to cling on to whatever moral fiber that I have. Maybe it's because I feel bad for hurting her so bad and want to explain to her exactly why. Can you just do it?" he asked, by now having downed half the bottle

"I'll do whatever you want" he added
 
Her head tilted and she simply smiled lightly. "Come on Hawthorne, let's get you to a room." She said slyly. She wasn't about to force him but perhaps she could...persuade him.
"What I want you would never do if you weren't drinking so much." She spoke softly as she got up from the stool and moved to his side, moving her arm around him and helping him up after prying the bottle from him. She then started to lead him towards the stairs, going towards one of the private rooms.
Then she started thinking on the way up. If she did demand what she wanted from him and if he did actually give it to her this time, she would do what he asked but who was to say that Harper would ever give him the time of day if she knew any of this? She just smiled and looked at him, taking him to a room once they rounded the top of the stairs. She pushed a door open and led him in, shutting it behind her and took him to the bed. She sat him down on the edge of the bed before she moved down onto her knees in between his legs and rest her hands on them. "Hawthorne." She moved her hand around his cheek and she smiled that knowing smile, that famous Stephanie smile, the one that screamed she was scheming. "If I do what you want and I will do what you ask of me, will you finally have sex with me?"
 
He had that astonished look as Stephanie, a petite woman, was able to move a 210 pound man like himself effortlessly. Than again, he was kinda buzzed, and at this point he really wanted her to do this for him. When they got to the room and was sat down by Stephanie he eyed the sultry woman's approach. It was certainly interesting how she got on her knees in-between his legs. Looking down with her he listened to her request:

"Will you have sex with me?"

At this point he really wanted her to set things straight with Harper, and frankly being stressed out from the whole week of balancing budgets, receiving threats from his financial backers, and not getting laid like he intended to at the party, he couldn't help but concede. Admiring Stephanie's sly plotting smile he nodded

"Yes. I'll have sex with you...as long as you don't tell Harper about it, and this is just between us." he said nodding, looking down at her. He stayed where he was, wondering what she will do from there.
 
Her hands moved over his thighs and she started rubbing up and down them very slowly, her fingers seeping slightly over towards his inner thighs whenever she brought her hands up them. She smiled up at him and sat up on her knees, leaning into him as her hands slid over his hips, fingers looping in the belt loops of his pants. "I promise." But a promise with a prostitute was meant to be broken.

Stephanie moved her arms around his neck and as her fingers threaded through the back of his hair, she brought his face down and hers met his, her lips touching his. Like that kiss from last week he gave her except she pushed it to a different level and kissed him deeply. Her tongue pushed into his mouth and she moaned softly against his lips.
 
He watched Stephanie with great interest as she smoothly worked her way up. He did not have any personal attachment outside being both her friend and her boss but he had to admit: she knew how to seduce a man. She definitely was worth more than what she charged!

As she impetuously ran her fingers through his hair and pressed her lips to his he replied in turn. Kissing her sweet and full lips he groaned against them, and when he felt her tongue push it's way through, he let it dance along his, letting her gain dominance in the kiss as he reached under her arms and pulled her on top of him, letting her mount him. As he kissed her he slowly wrestled his tongue with her's, not overwhelming her with force, but using a degree of delicacy as he frenched her. He reached down to her sides and gently tugged her tank top up, revealing her toned abdomen. His rough hands that were the result of intense weight training caressed her lower back gently.
 
Stephanie loved how receptive he was. He was into this as much as she was and it was a damn good thing he was drinking otherwise it would be so bad. You’d think she’d care that she was making him give into the terms of their agreement but she didn’t. She didn’t care that the only way for him to sleep with her and willingly was to fulfill an agreement. No, she didn’t care. She was a prostitute, had been doing this since the street corner when she was eighteen and now she was twenty-five. She had seven year to perfect the non-existent emotional waver. She was a professional and knew what she was doing.

Feeling him pull her into his lap, she went willingly, her legs on either side of him as she sat on him astride. Her fingers threaded into his hair with great amount of passion to feel his smooth locks and she pressed her body into his, her chest to his, her stomach to his and her hips into his own, wanting to feel every bit she could with the barrier of clothes between them.

Feeling his touch, she moaned again, a fiery passion of lust and desire pouring into the kiss and her hands left his hair and found their way down his chest to the hem of his shirt. She tugged on it and started to lift, parting her lips to take his shirt off of him completely before tossing it aside and once more taking his lips with her own. His touch was rough and calloused yet it turned her on even more. She desired him and lusted after him since she started working for him. This was like a dream come true. Finally, she sunk her fangs into Hawthorne Tisch.
 
She certainly knew how to work! As her teeth nipped into his neck, he groaned loudly in pleasure, pulling the tank top further up on her back. Bucking her to unbalance her and rolling over so that he was on top of her, he gave her a wicked grin as he pulled the tank top off her shoulders and threw it aside. Kissing up and down her toned abdomen, he hooked his fingers to the waistline of her leggings and slowly pulled them off, rubbing her smooth thighs with his left hand as he threw them aside.

With that he kissed her again, growling lowly as his tongue met her's, and leveled his rough hand to her breast. Although it was still covered by her bra, he caressed it in appreciation. Dominating her in the kiss he gently moved his hips to touch her's, bringing there bodies closer. Although this was part of their agreement and this wasn't because of some emotional attachment, his pride would not allow him to disappoint a woman in bed. It would ruin his perfect record.
 
It took her a little off guard when he rolled them over so she was on top of her. She looked up at him and smiled, biting her lower lip and her arms raised to accommodate him as he took her tank top off. She looked up at him and her hands moved to his shoulders. Her hips lifted as he lowered her leggings and she sighed shakily. His touch unnerved her and it would be her undoing. Her hands slid down from his shoulders as she was just in her undergarments and her fingers looped into his belt loops before she pulled back and started to undo them and his belt.

A soft moan came from her when his lips pushed down onto hers and her legs slid up around his hips lightly. She reached into his pants and took him out, feeling him. A soft sigh came from her against his lips and she moaned again, her hands wrapping around his neck and she went at his lips once more. She was losing herself completely. Normally, Stephanie liked to hold some vestige of control. But with Hawthorne right now, she couldn't. She was losing it more.
 
As she reached into his pants and felt his semi hard erection, he groaned gently into the kiss, kissing her passionately. Knowing that she was aching for more, he reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off her shoulders and gazing upon her bare breasts.

"Well I must say, they are as great as I imagined" he said, leaning down and gently nipping at her nipple, suckling it gently as he grasped the other one. After a few minutes of indulging himself he kissed down her abdomen and teasingly kissed at her core through the thin layer of cloth. He slid it down her ankles and smirked, teasingly tossing it at her before leaning to his side to take his pants off, leaving himself only in his boxers. His well muscled frame was revealed for her viewing pleasure, and he soon crawled between her legs, planting teasing kisses along the inner thing of her right leg. Looking at her womanhood he smirked, making eye contact with her

"You're lucky I like to treat a woman right. Hope you enjoy" he said, before slowly entering her with his hot and wet tongue
 
Stephanie gasped softly and she closed her eyes, tilting her head back. Her bra free and her breasts for his playing pleasure. She moaned softly and arched her back gently, letting her ample breasts fill his hands better and fuller. Her nipples hardened to stiff peaks at his touch and tongue and she was panting already after that brief little foreplay. Propping herself up on her elbows, Stephanie watched him and she licked her lips. The look in her eyes just screamed how badly she wanted him. Her head tilted back as he went lower and lower until he was at the right spot and she was anxiously anticipating and waiting.

Her cheeks actually heated up a little bit. Well, whose wouldn’t? This was Hawthorne Tisch. He was far more grand than any other man and even with his trousers off, he was still unbelievably grand. Biting her lower lip, her chest rose and fell a little fast and then she just relaxed back on the bed as he delved in after he spoke such tantalizing words. His tantalizing tongue, just a touch, and it was already so much. It felt so good. A soft moan came from her as her hand moved into his hair and her hips pushed up lightly to his mouth. “Hawthorne…” She gasped. It felt good, but man was he teasing her.
 
Unlike most men, the concept of giving oral sex to a woman was not one he was against. Contrary: if she was expected to pleasure you, you should reply in turn. Groaning slightly when she bucked her hips he made eye contact with her devilishly, teasing her heated core willingly, purposely avoiding her clit. When he felt the sudden tension of her core muscles relax slightly, he gently eased her down, spreading her legs gently and moving his arms underneath them, his hands moving to message her lower abdomen suggestively as the flat of his tongue finally brushed against her clit. He contours of his tongue to gently cradle it momentarily before giving it a vigorous lap, every taste bud rubbing against it, savoring her taste. His hands worked to heighten her experience: the heel of his palm rubbing across her waistline, whilst his left climbed up her right hip and side, the friction causing her soft skin to warm up a bit.

Although admittedly his inhibitions were nullified due to the half bottle of booze he drank not 15 minutes ago, he always was curious how she would be in the sack. Although this encounter would not be terribly personal, he opted to make the best of it for the both of them. He did not spite her, but simply agreed to his part of the agreement.
 
Each lick, each touch and each avoidance of the one spot she so desperately ached for him to touch, sent her over. She was whimpering, moaning, breathing so hard she might see spots and her entire world turned over into the submission to him, to his pleasure, to this pleasure with him. Stephanie gripped his hair gently when finally, he gave her that need, her hips bucking lightly when he finally licked her clitoris, the pleasure coursing through her and resonating deep in her belly. Her head tilted back, her eyes closed and her lips stayed parted. She had to give a man credit if he actually opted to go down on her. She always went down on a man. Hell, she hadn’t met a man who didn’t at least expect it. She never expected anything in return. This was like being spoiled, being given the finest treatment by a man like him, of such high stature and gloriousness, it was no wonder she turned to putty in his arms just like that. In her line of work, she enjoyed what she did, enjoyed the attention and the sex. But she never truly enjoyed sex with her clients the way she was enjoying now. It felt like the roles were switched. With her clients, she was to cater to their every need and desire. Right now, it was like he catering to her every need and desire. He was the prostitute and she was the client. She’d love to be in this position many times after. Perhaps…after he got a taste, he too wouldn’t be able to resist, even while stringing Harper along. A girl could dream.
 
Even while teasingly licking at her clit, he maintained eye contact with her, taking in every reaction approvingly. She tasted really good, and he enjoyed how she writhed in pleasure almost at his command. After many minutes of licking her carefully and teasingly, he sought the opportunity to change things up. That opportunity came when she bucked her hips up again.

His hands abruptly moved from caressing her caringly to picking up her hips, draping her legs over his shoulders as he sat up on his knees. Bearing forward into her, her legs dangled in the air as he began to lick at her faster, harder, and rougher. Supporting her lower body with his hands at her lower back, he groaned audibly, sending vibrations through his mouth into her. Teasing her carefully was no longer his goal: roughly overwhelming her to the point of an intense orgasm was.
 
Feeling him spread her legs further and wider, holding them up, and she cried out when he started licking and going at her even more furiously. It was pushing her closer over the edge and her hands came up to grip the edge of her pillow her head resting on. Her body shook, her hips bucked slightly involuntarily each time she felt the jolt of pleasure hit and course through her. She could feel the build up and she knew now that this was his intention. To make her scream when she came because she was that close.

It was roughly overwhelming her, just as he was doing to her. Her eyes squeezed shut and she breathed hard. Her back arched and just as the build was the best thing ever, so was the fall, like a big wave crashing and flooding. She soared higher and higher until she spiraled down into amazing pleasure that took hold of her body, consuming her greatly. Stephanie cried out his name as her orgasm reached its peak and took over her completely. Her body writhed, she held onto her pillow like it was a lifeline and lost herself completely in this and him.
 
He grinned slyly and did let up when she was orgasming. He continued to lick her as she came. He enjoyed watching her breath and moan his name helplessly as she lost control of her body. After she came down from her peak he smirked and gently let her down, sitting up and messaging her legs gently, allowing her time to catch her breath.

"So...what will you do to me?" he asked her, running his hand up her abdomen, his palms pressing against it gently
 
As the last waves of her orgasm passed through her, her eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling, letting her vision refocus once more. She panted softly and let up on her grip on the pillow and her hands slid into her hair. She felt him and then heard him and smiled a knowing but secretive smile, managing to push her over-relaxed arms so she could sit up. Propping herself on her elbows, she watched him and bit her lower lip. “I want to do bad things to you.” She licked her lips and giggled softly. She was in love with the afterglow. It was rare for her to really enjoy it or even get it. Some men just didn’t know how to make a woman orgasm. Hawthorne certainly did. He was such a catch.

Sitting up further, she moved onto her knees and crawled towards him, her hand moving over his leg and closer towards the bulge in his pants, letting her hand rub over it and grip it gently. “I think you should relax Mr. Tisch.” She purred in a seductive tone. “Just relax and let me do what I do best.” She whispered, her hands starting to work to undo his pants.
 
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