Chapter Eleven - The London Lady Part Two
For the next two minutes the women sat in silence in Chantelle’s lavish room. Paloma looking from Chantelle’s older yet striking face to the décor to her tea to Chantelle again all the while Chantelle stared at Paloma with a small smile on her lips as if she were studying a painting that had been brought into a gallery for the first time after being unearthed from an archaeological dig somewhere.
“Well, I can see why you charge by the hour now. It must be good getting paid as much as you do to sit there and do nothing.” Paloma said with annoyance as she went to get up but was stopped by Chantelle putting a hand on her arm.
“And what would you prefer we were doing?” Chantelle replied peacefully with almost a whisper.
“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps showing me something saucy? That is what I’d imagine a sex worker with your reputation would be doing. I’d be happy with a snog right now the way I’ve been kept waiting.” Paloma continued, her irritation continuing to bubble to the surface.
Chantelle laughed for a moment before returning to look at Paloma with those searching eyes that made Paloma feel as if she was brought in front of the headmistress and didn’t know why she was there. It was an unnerving feeling and situation for the normally confident and powerful woman to be put in.
“Is that what you wanted? A ‘snog’? If you did why did you come here? I’m sure there are hundreds of people, men and women who would give you that easily. You came to me because you wanted to be enlightened. To know what true sexual power is and to learn that you must learn about yourself. Isn’t that right petal?” Chantelle continued, her voice never raising higher than a whisper.
“Like this for example,” Chantelle said. “By talking in a whisper, you are giving me your full attention. I’ve got power over you and you are lost in my eyes and words to the point you haven’t noticed where my hands are.”
Paloma looked down and saw that Chantelle had taken her hand and was caressing it between hers. The feel of the mature woman stroking her palm was soft and sexual. The delicate circles she was moving her fingers in was so relaxing and yet Paloma hadn’t felt anything as she had been so engaged with the words of Chantelle. She would never admit it yet but this was good! This was power.
“Why do you do what you do to people?” Chantelle asked, causing Paloma to snap back to reality and remember where she was.
“What do you mean? I don’t do anything to people.” Paloma replied, her mind going back on the offensive again with the questioning.
“You use people for your own gain. You take from them and you leave them broken isn’t that right?” Chantelle said. Paloma tried to pull her hand away as the line of questioning surprised her. What did this woman know of her to make her ask this?
“I don’t do anything like that. I have fun but they enjoy it.” Paloma quickly said avoiding the eyes that went into her soul.
“Then why do they cry? They are nothing to you.” Chantelle continued as she moved closer to Paloma so that her lips were inches away from the younger woman’s ears. Lowering her face, she kissed the slender and exposed neck of Paloma as her fingers crept up around the wrists and up the forearm causing Paloma to close her eyes as she gasped for breath.
Chantelle kissed and nibbled away at Paloma’s neck and earlobe, slowly she applied her weight to the younger starlet and laid her back on the couch. Fingers moving up the delicate thighs towards the hot and waiting sex.
“What do you care about Paloma?” Chantelle asked using Paloma’s name for the first time since they had spoken. “What is the thing that breaks through that tough exterior of yours? Family? Friends? What do you care about?” She continued as her hand moved the fabric of underwear to one side and stroked the wet slit that almost parted to welcome her arrival.
“Animals…” Whispered Paloma before grabbing Chantelle’s face and kissing her deeply. Her tongue explored the professional’s mouth and she felt the passion building. Paloma wrapped her arms around Chantelle and pulled her closer to her as Paloma wrapped her open and exposed legs around Chantelle’s body.
“Why? What do animals do that people don’t?” Chantelle asked between the kisses.
“They are pure… They are innocent… They do what they do for the betterment of their species. Not like people. People lie, they hate and fight each other for no reason. Animals are the better part of our world.” Paloma gasped between the intruding fingers between her legs. She had no idea why she was telling Chantelle these things about herself. What did this have to do with her session she wondered.
Chantelle was more than a sex worker, albeit a high-class sex worker but she had her skills and what she liked to do was to get her clients to reveal something personal about themselves. To get their defences to be dropped and bring the real person to the surface. It was a skill she had learnt to make the client more aware of themselves, the sex was an added bonus to her but when she opened their mind, she opened their fantasies even more.
“Is that why you treat people like you own them? Because they are worthless?”
“People are fake. I couldn’t give a shit about them. I use them because I can, and I don’t give a fuck about them.”
“You’re a rapist aren’t you.” Chantelle said causing Paloma to snap out of her trance.
“No! That’s disgusting! Don’t you dare call me that!” Paloma angrily replied.
“Its ok little duck, we all lose control sometimes. What do you call it, rough sex without the safe word?” Chantelle said as Paloma tried to push her off, but she stayed put. Her fingers rubbing deeper and harder into Paloma as she forced the kiss into her mouth.
“Its not like that. Its not rape. They want it, they need it. They…”
“What does it give you chick? What do you get from it at the end? How are you feeling now? Is that how they feel? What do you get?” Chantelle pressed into Paloma as she pressed her questions and Paloma felt her body reacting to the probing she was receiving.
“It gives me power!” Paloma screamed out as she came over Chantelle’s hand. “Damn it you whore! It gives me power over them. It makes me feel better than they are! They are weak for allowing themselves to be used by me. They could fight back and tell me to stop but they don’t. They want it. They want to be awakened by me. They know themselves better after I’ve been with them. It’s the power I want. That I need.”
Chantelle pulled her hand from between Paloma’s legs and sat watching the emotional outburst in front of her. “My family is so stuck in their ways, so fucked up. Fighting with each other all the time and for what? They think they are so great but they’re not. Mum's a florist and my uncle has one failed business plan after another yet they throw the name Thornton around like its worth its weight in gold but its muck. I watch my cousins getting spoilt every day and they are weak; they get bullied by people and cry about it. They think they have power but they don’t and they never will. I have power and I will always be better than them. That’s why I do what I do. Satisfied?”
Chantelle put her arm around Paloma and held her close feeling the closeness that a mother might have towards a daughter and she felt the potential in Paloma. Over the years Chantelle had seen many women come and go from her home but Paloma stood out from the rest of them and as the two women looked at each other a connection was born between them that would last a lifetime.
“In that case, lets make you the best in the world at what you do.” Chantelle said and slid over the younger woman resuming their kissing and touching. Embracing and exploring of one another’s bodies and Paloma felt herself getting wetter and wetter to the touch as the fingers increased in tempo and the panting was louder and louder.
Chantelle saw she was getting the desired reaction now and slowly moved her hand towards a box that was hidden under the table. She pulled out a large sphere of ice and pressed it against Paloma’s thigh causing a yelp to emerge from her lips however this slowly turned to a moan of delight as Chantelle began to roll the sphere against her flesh towards the hot and ready sex of Paloma.
“You see, the contrast between things is what makes sex important. Dominant and submissive, willing and forced. Hot and cold” Chantelle whispered as the ice-cold sphere touched the exposed clit and created sensations Paloma had never felt.
Chantelle rolled the ice up and down her slit, pushing it against her opening all the while feeling the moisture of the melted ice on her fingers which she wiped onto her creamy thighs and let drip onto the expensive couch they were sitting on. Chantelle moved her face down to where the action was taking place and as her tongue began to pleasure Paloma the ice got smaller and smaller until it could be inserted into her. Pushing it up and down her velvety passage Paloma felt the feelings of ice entering her and how much it turned her on. She had never felt anything like this before and put her hand around Chantelle’s head as her other hand grabbed her own breasts and squeezed them tightly.
Once the ice was smaller Chantelle put it in her mouth and used her oral skills on the younger woman. Tasting the melted water and female ejaculation mixing in her mouth as she whirled her face between Paloma’s legs. Time passed and eventually the ice dissolved into nothing leaving only the tongue to provide the attention. It wasn’t long until Paloma completed her orgasm and screamed in enjoyment at how she felt. And she felt exceptionally good indeed.
Panting and breasts heaving Paloma’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her hand took over between her legs providing her with further satisfaction as Chantelle sat next to her watching the show as she lit a cigarette and put it in her holder to continue to give the sense of class she valued above all else. She looked on in delight as another young woman debased herself in front of her as if she were alone. They always do Chantelle thought with a smile, her eyes glued to the face of Paloma who was locked in sexual ecstasy.
When Paloma was finally satisfied, she looked at Chantelle and knew that this was a woman who could teach her everything she needed to control the weak minded who seemed to plague her life. Just think what she could make people do with these skills, the humiliation they would provide themselves would be as good as the sex Paloma thought.
“Teach me more.” Paloma asked Chantelle with need and lust in her eyes.
“Of course pet,” replied Chantelle, “book an appointment for another session and remember to bring the £300.” Chantelle said as she stood up and walked towards the drink’s decanter pouring herself a glass of dark red wine.
“What do you mean? I paid you for an hour this session you can’t mean…” Paloma’s voice trailed off as she saw Chantelle glance at the large grandfather clock across the room and Paloma realised that she had not only gotten her full hour but an extra twenty minutes after that as well.
“Well, I guess since you put it that way. I will have to make a further appointment then.” Paloma laughed as she got up and straightened her clothes before making her way to the door and saw herself out. Chantelle just nodded as she sipped her wine and straightened her beehive like hair.
As Paloma walked down the steps of the house, she saw a woman around her age heading towards her and as their eyes met, she recognised the woman from the picture that had hung so imposingly in the house. She was wearing a noticeably short black pinstripe skirt with matching jacket and cream blouse. Opaque tights and heels finished off the look and she looked the professional that she had been made out to be.
“My mothers’ latest client I assume. I have to say you are much more attractive than the previous one.” Marine said as she looked Paloma over and bit her lower lip.
“I’m Marine and I’m going to make it my duty to get to know you better as I’m sure we will be good friends. You must come to one of my garden parties one day. I’m sure someone like you will fit right in.” She finished with a wink and walked into her home stealing a final glance at Paloma’s pert and shapely bottom.
Paloma phoned for a taxi to pick her up and was told it would be about ten minutes until the driver arrived. Paloma waited patiently and hoped that the driver would be willing to accept her alternative to payment as she realised she hadn’t got any cash on her and her currency of Amy had long gone!
As Paloma played on her phone she felt it vibrate in her hand and the caller ID let her know that her cousin Dawn was phoning her. What did she want now? Paloma grumbled before answering with her sweet voice of confidence.
“Hey Dawn, what’s up chick?” Paloma asked.
“Pal… Pal… Paloma babes. Its me, Dawn.” Dawn stammered in a loud and very drunk voice.
“You been drinking by any chance love?”
“Just a tiny bit. Needed it, things have been shit here and I want to talk to you.”
“Well, I’m getting a cab soon and might have to negotiate with the driver so can I call you back when I get home?”
“I’m actually outside your house right now. Well at the main gates, your mum wouldn’t let me in the house. She’s a real bitch sometimes isn’t she. I just want to talk to you. I’ve got something I’ve been keeping secret that I need to tell you about.” Dawn continued as Paloma’s interest was raised by the word secret.
“Ok, just keep out of sight and when I get back, I’ll get you in, grab some of mums drink and you can spill your heart to me. How’s that sound?” Paloma replied as the taxi pulled up next to her and she smiled inwardly as a attractive man in his thirties beckoned her to enter and caught the strategic glance up Paloma’s skirt which Paloma gifted him.
“You’re the best! Love ya!” Dawn slurred before Paloma hung up and turned her attention to the driver who was staring at her legs.
“Where to love?” He asked to which Paloma replied with her address and watched as he punched the destination into his satnav.
“Now, before we get underway. Let’s discuss how you want to get paid shall we.” Paloma said with a devilish glint in her eyes.
