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- Herausgeber: LSODea
- Serie: The Pleasure Associate
- Sprache: Englisch
After the disastrous night with the brothers, Desiree has left La Petite Mort Club.
But she can’t sit on her couch and cry forever. She needs a job. She needs money.
When she’s given a second chance and a glimpse into how the rich live, will she decide to go back to the Club and resume her job as a Pleasure Associate?
If she does, will she be able to sell her body without selling pieces of herself along with it?
This is episode three in a serial fiction series. These stories do not end with an HEA. This story has 22194 words.
This series will follow one young woman’s sexual journey of being a highly paid escort. The stories are erotic, super steamy, and kinky. This one tells the tale of Desiree’s decision to return to the Club and continue her job as a Pleasure Associate with her first FFM threesome.
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Back to the Grinding
The Pleasure Associate, Volume 3
Ellis O. Day
Published by LSODea, 2023.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
BACK TO THE GRINDING
First edition. March 10, 2023.
Copyright © 2023 Ellis O. Day.
ISBN: 978-1960201041
Written by Ellis O. Day.
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Becoming a Whore
Back to the Grinding (Coming Soon)
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The Voyeur
Watching the Voyeur
Touching the Voyeur
Loving the Voyeur
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Back to the Grinding (The Pleasure Associate, #3)
CHAPTER 1: Desiree
CHAPTER 2: Desiree
CHAPTER 3: Desiree
CHAPTER 4: Desiree
CHAPTER 5: Desiree
CHAPTER 6: Desiree
CHAPTER 7: Desiree
CHAPTER 8: Desiree
CHAPTER 9: Desiree
CHAPTER 10: Desiree
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After the disastrous night with the brothers, Desiree has left La Petite Mort Club.
But she can’t sit on her couch and cry forever. She needs a job. She needs money.
When she’s given a second chance and a glimpse into how the rich live, will she decide to go back to the Club and resume her job as a Pleasure Associate?
If she does, will she be able to sell her body without selling pieces of herself along with it?
This is episode three in a serial fiction series. These stories do not end with an HEA. This story has 22194 words.
This series will follow one young woman’s sexual journey of being a highly paid escort. The stories are erotic, super steamy, and kinky. This one tells the tale of Desiree’s decision to return to the Club and continue her job as a Pleasure Associate with her first FFM threesome.
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CHAPTER 1: Desiree
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Desiree sat on the couch binge watching TV and eating cookie dough from the tube.
“I can’t wait to find out what happens.” Nevaeh, Des’s stepsister, sat next to her.
“Great. Hit play and we will.” She didn’t care what they watched. Everything was the same anyway—bullshit stories with happy endings. They should make a show like real life. Where there were no good guys. Only ones who used and abused.
She’d leave the room except she didn’t have the energy to do anything. She hadn’t for days. The last time she’d left her apartment, a week ago, she’d ended up bringing her stepsister back with her. That was punishment enough for motivation, but it was better than being alone. At least Nevaeh’s chatter kept her from thinking about the Kimsee brothers.
When she’d gotten home that night, she’d spent hours in the shower, scrubbing her body. The next morning, she’d called in sick and had sat in the tub most of the day, trying to soak away their touch and her memories. The day after that had been the same. She was pretty sure she’d lost her job. She hadn’t been to La Petite Mort Club in almost two weeks, and she’d stopped calling and pretending to be sick. She didn’t want to go back there ever, but she had to. She needed the money from the Kimsee brothers. She’d more than earned it.
She should’ve stopped by the Club when she’d gone out last week. Her plan had been to go to her mom’s house to get motivated to go back to work, but instead, she’d ended up disgusted with everything—her job, her mother, her entire fucking, messed-up life.
Her mother had been in one of her good moods, and it’d made Desiree want to scream as she felt herself being sucked into that vortex of happiness. When Mom was happy, she was fun, charming and charismatic, but Desiree knew it wouldn’t last. It never did, and the crash was always brutal—tears, drinking, arguments, blame. The happier Mom was on the upswing, the harder she hit bottom when her mood changed.
She’d sat there watching Gerry, her mother’s boyfriend, while Mom had baked cookies and had made lasagna. He knew what was coming, but he played along, pretending that this was fine. She couldn’t do that anymore, especially right now. She’d stood, said her goodbyes, but on her way to the door, she’d seen her sister’s eyes. It’d hit her like a punch in the gut. Her stepbrother was hiding in his room reading, but they were both old enough to recognize the train wreck that was heading their way. Memories of what it’d been like to be fifteen and living with her mother had slammed into her one after the other.
The fun and happiness always held a hint of fear and dread. When she’d been six or seven or even ten, she’d still believed, just a little, that this time would be different, but by fifteen she’d known it never would. Happiness for her mother had a price, and it was steep and brutal. She’d started spending more and more time with friends and then boyfriends. Nevaeh didn’t seem to have anywhere to go.
Desiree had invited her stepsister to stay with her for a bit. Mom had been upset. She loved an audience when she was happy and sad, but Gerry, Nevaeh’s dad, had agreed to let his daughter leave. The gratitude on his face had been enough to make Desiree almost cry.
She’d spent the next several days sitting on the couch with Nevaeh while they watched TV and ate junk food. Nevaeh was in an online school and every day she’d log in and do her homework before Desiree even got up. The girl was quite studious. She was proud of her sister. Nevaeh would have a lot more options in life than Des had.
Her choices were slim—find a rich man and marry, find a rich lover and save the money he gave her for gifts, resign herself to being poor and work as a waitress, receptionist or clerk until she grew old, or she could go back to her plan and stick it out at La Petite Mort Club, if she could convince Ethan to give her another chance. The problem was that a year or even six months of doing what she’d done the other night seemed like an eternity. It was much easier to sit on the couch and watch pretty people with fake lives.
Her phone beeped and she glanced at the text.
“Is everything okay? Is that Dad?” Nevaeh’s face pinched with worry. It was clear that her sister was in no hurry to go home.
“No, it’s not your father.” She stood. It was Ethan. She didn’t want to, but she needed to talk to him. She’d arrange to collect her money and then she was done. This chapter of her life was over.
“Who is it?”
“A friend.” She hadn’t told her sister that she’d quit her job, but Nevaeh wasn’t stupid. Since they’d spent days doing nothing but watching TV, she was pretty sure her sister suspected that Des had lost another job, but she had no plans on confirming those suspicions. She’d never hear the end of that from her mother. Mom would probably use it to blame her for ruining her good mood.
“Do you want me to pause the show?”
“No. I’ll be right back.” This wouldn’t take long. She walked into her bedroom. She didn’t need her sister overhearing this conversation. She dialed Ethan’s number.
He picked up the phone on the second ring. “Desiree, I’m glad you called me back.”
Even the man’s voice was sexy. She should take him up on his offer. Maybe he could teach her how to stomach being a whore.
“You have some gifts here. When are you coming by to pick them up?”
“I’m not sure. I’m still not feeling very well.” That was true. She was sick of what she’d done and sick about the money she wasn’t going to make.
“Cut the crap, Desiree. You’re not too sick to come by and pick up your gifts. If you don’t want to work here, that’s fine, but stop the bullshit. I should do you a favor and fire your ass.”
That was a surprise. She’d figured she’d already been fired.
“But I won’t.” He sighed. “This job isn’t for everyone. I tried to tell you that, but it’s your decision. It’s always your decision, remember that.”
“Maybe I should’ve taken your advice and let you show me Club life.”
“That’s still an option, if you’re interested, but from the weight of the envelopes you’re making a lot more money this way. I’d suggest you keep doing what you’re doing, but if you can’t handle it, that’s fine too. You do need to decide if you’re coming back or not. I’ll give you until this Sunday night to make up your mind. Come and see me either way. I need to give you the gifts. You can let me know then what you want to do.”
“Thank you.” She felt like she was going to vomit. She hadn’t expected him to give her another chance. Now, she had to decide what she wanted to do.
“I’m not sure you should thank me. Those who can’t handle this job start drinking too much or doing drugs. I will fire you if you do either of those. Then you’ll be worse off than you are now. I’ll give you some advice. Before you decide if you want to come back, don’t focus on the money. Think about who you are and what you can and can’t do. There’s no shame in not being able to do a job. We’re not all cut out to be doctors, lawyers, or even real estate agents.” There was a smile in his tone. “Do what’s best for you, Des.” He hung up.
She sat there for a long time, unable to decide what she should do. She’d drank more that last night at the Club than she’d ever drank. Even though the Kimsee brothers were vile, it’d just been sex and she’d enjoyed it. That was the part that bothered her the most.
CHAPTER 2: Desiree
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“Go away.” Desiree pulled the pillow over her head, trying to block out the insistent tapping on her bedroom door.
“Des, get up,” said Nevaeh.
She rolled over, glancing at the light that crept into her bedroom from the window. It was still early. “Why are you bothering me at this time?”
“There’s a guy here.” Nevaeh opened the door. “He wants to talk to you.”
“What guy?” Desiree bolted upright. Ethan had given her until Sunday. Plus, she didn’t think he’d show up at her apartment unannounced, but no one else should know where she lived.
“I don’t know.” Her sister crept into the room. “He wouldn’t tell me his name.”
“Is he really, really good-looking?” She rolled out of bed.
“No. He’s really, really old.” Neveah walked over to her dresser, eyeing Desiree’s makeup.
That didn’t help much. To a fifteen-year-old, a guy in his thirties might seem old. Still, she found it hard to believe anyone wouldn’t think Ethan was attractive, but from the shows they’d watched, her sister’s type was skinny with greasy looking hair. That was definitely not Ethan. She pulled on a pair of jean shorts and headed for the door. Nevaeh followed behind her.
“You wait here. I mean it.” She stopped in the doorway.
“Why?”
“Because I told you to.”
“Are you in trouble?” Nevaeh’s face was pale, and her eyes were huge.
“No. I’m not in trouble.” She walked over to her dresser and grabbed her headphones, handing them to her sister. “Put these on and listen to music.”
“I’m not a kid. I can help,” said Nevaeh.
“Stay here and listen to music.”
“You’re in trouble. I can tell.”
She did not need this right now. “Listen to me. I’m not in trouble.”
“Then why do you want me to stay in here?”
“Because my life is my business. Not yours. Not your brother’s or even my mother’s.”
“I won’t say anything to anyone.”
She rolled her eyes. Her sister wasn’t capable of keeping a secret. “I swear if you come out of this room or eavesdrop on my conversation, I’m never inviting you over here again. Ever. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her sister glared at her as she put on the headphones and sat on the bed.
Desiree hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. She ran her fingers through her hair, but it was a waste of time. Plus, it didn’t matter. Ethan knew she was a mess right now. She may as well look the part. She opened the door and froze. “Richard.”
He smiled down at her, the appreciation in his blue-grey eyes turning to concern as they took in her appearance.
“What are you doing here?” Besides the Kimsee brothers, he was the last man she wanted to see.
“I heard you were unwell. I came by to see how you were doing.”
“How did you know where I live? Did Ethan tell you?” This was a betrayal. That information was confidential.
“Of course not. As a matter of fact, if Ethan finds out I was here he’ll probably kick me out of the Club or at least suspend my membership for several months.” He smiled slightly. “That man is unswerving in his diligence to his rules.”
“He should be. It’s no one’s business where I live.” It was dangerous and embarrassing. Her entire apartment was probably littler than the smallest bathroom in one of the member’s houses.
“Then perhaps you should become unlisted. It wasn’t hard to find you.”
“I wasn’t aware I needed to hide.” She should’ve considered that. She’d taken a job as a prostitute, but she’d never thought these rich men would become obsessed enough to track her down, not when she was giving them what they wanted at the Club.
“You may want to think about it. You’re a very beautiful woman. Some men...not me, of course...may want more than you’re willing to give. Lee comes to mind.”
“But it’s not Lee standing outside my door.” She wasn’t sure if she were happy or sad about that. She was weak now and if she’d seen him, she probably would’ve let him fix all her problems, not caring that there would be so many more created from that arrangement.
“No, it’s not, but this is what friends do.”
“We’re not friends.”
“Desiree...” Somehow, he managed to look both hurt and condescending.
“I think you should go.” She glanced behind her at the bedroom, making sure Nevaeh hadn’t opened the door a crack.
“You have company.” His eyes traveled over her again.
“My sister.” She clamped her mouth shut. She had no idea why she’d answered his unspoken question. Who she entertained was no longer his concern.
“Is she old enough to—”
“That is none of your business. Stay away from me and my sister.”
“Desiree.” He frowned at her, his blue-grey eyes hardening. “You know I didn’t come for that. I’m not interested in you or your sister in that way, I assure you. I wanted to know if your sister is old enough to stay alone. I’d like to speak with you, and it’s obvious that you don’t want to have this discussion in front of your company.”
