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"Judas? Judas Nyte?"

Judas couldn't speak. The hurt was too fresh, and his eyes were wet, so he pretended to be busy doing something. As soon as he managed to get himself together, he forced a smile and began speaking as he turned. "Yes, I'm Judas Nyte. I was just getting my boss off to the meeting. She's a little dis..." Judas's words faded when he saw the lovely woman in the doorway. Her glossy, blonde hair was up in a smooth French twist, and her eyes were electric gray-the color of a summer storm. Surely he would have remembered her if he'd met her before, but he couldn't seem to place her.

"I can well imagine," the woman said as she walked in. "Distracted? Isn't that what you were going to say? Well, if my secretary looked anything like you, I might be a tad distracted myself."

"What can I do for you, Ms..."

"Don't struggle for my name. We don't know each other. I don't even work here. I came in for the meeting, but I know it all by heart. Stock percentages, red, blue, and green graphs, some spiraling while others dip. I'm afraid I have my mind on other things this morning. And you seem to be one of them."

"Me?"

"Yes. You've become quite famous among the corporate set." She smiled at his questioning look. "Women talk, you know. And you seem to be their favorite subject."

"I can't imagine why, but I'm flattered."

Ignoring his humble attitude, she said, "I...well, I just wanted to ask if..." She lifted the card so he could see it. "This isn't a joke, is it?"

Judas looked at the card in her hand and hesitated. "Ac..." His words halted abruptly. He was about to bring his illustrious career as a paid escort to a halt when he remembered the cutting remarks Tess had thrown at him, and said, "Not on your life, Ms..."

The woman smiled and held out her hand. "Erica Jackson."

Judas stepped forward and embraced her hand with both of his. "Well, Ms. Jackson, what did you have in mind?"

The woman looked at him thoughtfully. "If I asked you to escort me to dinner tonight...would you?"

Judas hesitated. Being used to having City Lights Escorts screen his clients for him, he felt very vulnerable. He realized very quickly that it was a new ball game now, and from this point on, he would have to handle everything himself. The first thing he sensed was that this woman standing before him had literally no experience with paid escorts. "Ms. Jackson-"

"Erica, please."

"Erica," he corrected. "You do know what a paid escort is, don't you?"

The woman chuckled. "It shows, huh?"

"What do you mean?" he asked gently.

"I'm sure you can tell I've never done this before." She turned away from him and began a slow stroll toward the window and looked out. "My husband has been dead now for seven years, and-" She turned and looked back at him. "Well, it can get very lonely. I don't imagine I'll ever marry again. For a woman my age, all the men are either already married, or gay." She gave a slight shrug. "So what's left? I have money, but what can I do with it but shop, go to the movies alone, have a night out with the girls?"

"You can always travel."

"Please," she said with a shake of her head. "I don't think so. I've seen the Coliseum and the Eiffel Tower so many times I could do a better job than the tour guides. Even Hawaii, with all its magnificence, gets a little boring after a while. None of it can be equal to having a man on your arm again. The moment I saw you I knew you were the perfect article...even if you are paid." She walked up to him, and allowed her eyes to roam over his face boldly. "You're handsome, young, and I'd love showing you off." Giving him a wicked wink, she continued. "I'm not so old that I don't like to kick up my heels once in a while."

"You don't seem old at all. In fact, you're very beautiful."

"In an older woman sort of way, right?"

"There's much to be said for women of all ages."

"Very good answer, Mr. Ny...uh, Judas. You do know your business."

"If you doubt me, Erica, just look in the mirror."

"Oh my," she said while chuckling and nervously smoothing her hair. "How you do turn a woman's head."

Judas smiled at her attempt at flirting. He'd seen many just like her. With no man in their lives, they begin thinking of themselves as old even though many couldn't be more than a few years older than he. "Nonsense," he said huskily. "I'm simply telling the truth."

"Well...thank you," she said, seeming a little embarrassed. "Anyway, at this time in my life, a paid escort seems just the ticket." She smiled up at him. "We both have fun, no entanglements, no awkward moments, no expectations. It seems perfect." She looked down at the card she was holding. "And then I saw your card. It intrigued me so much I asked someone to point you out to me. Had I not liked what I saw, I would have let the whole thing pass, but, well, here I am. The only thing I don't know is what an evening with you consists of. Do you have maybe a list of some kind that would give me an idea of what you are offering?"

"I'm simply offering myself," he said softly. Moving toward her, he took her hands and looked deeply into her eyes. "You tell me what you want, Erica, and I deliver. A night of dining and dancing, perhaps? Or maybe you'd like to spend a few hours parked up at Lover's Lane-" he hesitated, his next words full of suggestion, "-counting the stars?" His eyes became dark and sultry. "Or maybe you would rather go somewhere more comfortable. Home, perhaps? To your...bed?"

"And what does going to bed consist of?"

"Anything you want. We can act out a fantasy. In my day, I've dressed up like everything from Zorro to Tarzan."

Erica's eyes widened and her voice cracked. "I imagine that costs a little more."

"Yes, but it will definitely be worth it," he whispered, leaning near her ear where his breath played among the tendrils of her hair. "Knowing all that, do you still want my services?"

"Oh, yes. More than ever, in fact. I was planning a little dinner party at my home tonight, but I think maybe the first time it'll just be the two of us. I seem to want to keep you all to myself."

Judas pulled her close. "I agree," he whispered. "The two of us. Alone. Together. Anything could happen."

"Oh, my," Erica said, her breath becoming short as she felt herself being pressed against the desk.

"Has anyone ever told you how lovely you are, Erica?"

"N-No, I guess not," she said, nervously. "Oh, maybe a long time ago when I was a girl, but-"

Cutting her off, he whispered, "Would you like a sample of what you'll be getting tonight?"

Before she could answer, he lifted her up and sat her on Tess's desk and pushed her skirt up.

"Oh, God," Erica said when she felt her skirt rising up over her hips. As he opened her thighs, she felt a delicious shiver dance up her spine. Before she knew what was happening, she felt him between her legs, and a cock that seemed as long as her arm pushed against her lace panties. She almost lost all control when his open lips began burning a trail from her neck to the cleavage of her breasts with the urgency of a hungry animal.

With his arms around her, he pulled her hips close to the edge and began a slow, gentle rock of his hips. With every push, his cock pressed harder until she thought her panties would rip. He was only rubbing her pussy, but she could feel the pressure on her clit and a burning lust climbing until an orgasm flirted, taking her ever upward until she felt it wash over her.

"Ohh," she whispered while a curling heat that began in her cunt now spread through her abdomen. It washed her in wave after wave of hot lust that continued to grow. Her pussy opened slightly, and she could feel him still pressing-rocking into her and nudging her erotically while she spiraled almost out of control-and then he stopped, his slumberous eyes looking down at her.

"What's wrong?" she breathed.

"Nothing at all. I was just giving you a little taste of what you'll be getting."

"Oh, God, Judas, don't stop now."

"Erica, nothing is free."

"I'll pay, dammit, just...don't stop."

Money seemed to make a difference. As soon as Judas knew he would get paid, he didn't hesitate, but reached down and pulled her panties aside and gave the woman the taste of heaven she was pleading for.

As soon as she felt his flesh against hers, she gave a sharp intake of air. She wanted to grab him, and eat him. While her hands grasped his jacket, her nails cut into her own palm, and her hips urged forward then backward while a scream of delight pushed up from her throat, begging to burst free. She could feel his cock enter her and plunge deep, so very deep that she had to press her face into Judas's muscled chest to muffle her moans.

She could feel his teeth nibbling. First on her neck and then up to her earlobe while he held her close and continued to plunge over and over again. She raised her legs and clenched him, her hips riding in synch with his straight into heaven. She could feel her body flushing with heat as they teetered on the precipice of an erotic sea of lust when all at once she fell, and the ebb and flow of one orgasm after the other washed over her.

After a gravelly gasping of his own breath, and his pulsing cock releasing a wealth of creamy liquid into her, he pulled himself out and whispered into her ear, "Tonight."

"Oh, God, Judas," she said, out of breath. "I'll d-die before then." She looked around as if suddenly aware of where she was. "The office is certainly no place for something like this," she said as she hurriedly got up and began adjusting her clothes. "I just wish we had more time."

"Don't worry. Tonight we'll have the whole evening to ourselves with no concern about surprise visitors."

"I can just see the girls when I tell them," she said as she gave him a card along with a wad of bills. "They may think I need my head examined, but this is easily the best money I've ever spent. By the way, be there at eight. I'll have-"

"Champagne, caviar, a meal fit for a king, soft music and soft lights. That's usually the setting."

"Oh? Are you sure you don't want satin sheets?"

"Of course. And I want you in your sexiest teddy. It has to be new. Something you've never worn for anyone else."

"Really?" she said, looking at him in amazement. "How would you know?"

"I'll know."

Her lips lifted in a slow smile. "I'll bet you would."

They heard someone coming and jumped apart.