At Your Service - The Complete Series: Book One, Book Two, Book Three: At Your Service, #4

By C. L. Porter

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Book One

I’m Olivia. I’m twenty-five, and I’ve been working as an expensive call girl under the pseudonym Layla for two years. The job involves a lot of hard work (pun intended), but the money is worth it. And then one day I receive a text from my boss that throws my life upside down…

I’m Max. I’m twenty-five, and I’ve been working as a male escort for older women for three years. My clients know me as Ethan. Recently I’ve been having problems getting it up during my appointments (shhh, don’t tell anyone). When I break one of my most important rules to return a favor, my life gets even more difficult…

The first part of “At Your Service,” a three-part steamy romance series.

Book Two

Olivia/Layla: I return to my work as an expensive call girl and my first client turns out to be Ethan, the male escort who has been on my mind for the last two weeks. After what he says to me at the doorstep, I’m sure we will never meet again. Yeah, right…

Max/Ethan: I admit it. I fucked up. There was nothing I could do to fix my relationship with Olivia, my perfect woman who turned out to be a call girl. And then, a coincidence makes us meet again. This time I won’t let her go. But will she let me in?

The second part of “At Your Service,” a three-part steamy romance series.

Book Three

Olivia/Layla: My career as an escort is over, all thanks to my wonderful boyfriend Max, who couldn’t accept my life choices. It’s not only my career that’s done. My relationship with Max is also over. Or is it?

Max/Ethan: I didn’t want Olivia to keep working as an escort, but I didn’t want her to hate me for it. What a shame the fault for losing her job landed on me. Now I need to find out who made such a mess in Olivia’s life and ruined my relationship with her. I won’t stop until I get her back.

The last part of “At Your Service,” a three-part steamy romance series.

Note: due to the dirty talk and sexy times, At Your Service is not meant for anyone under the age of 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: C. L. Porter
• Release date: Apr 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513090665

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Book One

Prologue

OLIVIA

Oh, fuck. You’re so fucking tight, babe, he growled.

I let out a loud moan. During the last two years, I had mastered the art of fake moans and orgasms. The trick was not to overdo it. Just some light moans here and there, and then some louder groans once the guy is about to empty his balls.

I hated men like him, but I had never had the luxury of doing what I love. If the client wanted to fuck me in the ass, I was at his service. It had still been better than a dead end job in a cubicle.

I pressed my head against the pillow to hide my pained expression. I insisted my clients used a lot of lube if they wanted to take me in the other hole, but it didn’t help if they were too rough. My puckered entrance clasped on his cock. Darts of cold pain shot through my body.

You love it, don’t you? he groaned. My dick is so hard in your butt.

Oh, yeah, Jack. I love how you fuck me in the ass, I whimpered.

My ass would be sore for a couple days, but I would do anything to keep the client happy. He would be blacklisted once the deed was done, but at this moment, I had to play along. Everything to uphold the reputation of the agency.

He pulled out and flipped me onto my back. Sweat from his forehead dripped down on my stomach. The musky smell filled my nose. He slid the condom off and tossed it away. His hand moved up and down his shaft.

What do you want to— Sticky white ribbons of cum spurted from his cock and landed on my face. It trickled down my cheek into my long blonde hair I had spent so much time combing before making a house visit.

Oh, yes, babe, he growled. I bet you love it when I come over your pretty face.

I’m Olivia. I work as Layla, and I’m one of the best female escorts in town.

MAX

Oh, yes, honey. Oh, yes, right here, she moaned and arched her back.

I flicked my tongue over her wet pussy and swirled the tip of it on her clit. I had pubic hair between my teeth, but I kept going. She was close to coming, and it would be risky to stop now. The sooner it would end, the sooner I would be able to go home and get some sleep.

Oh, yes, Ethan. I’m going to come, she groaned and pressed my face against her center so hard I couldn’t breathe.

I relaxed my muscles and waited until her spasms stopped. She let me go thirteen seconds later. I know because I counted. It wasn’t the first time Charlotte wanted to suffocate me. But hey, eating out a fifty-year-old pussy was quite profitable.

I lifted my head from between her legs and glanced at her.

You’re so good with your tongue. I want you to finish inside me.

Of course, baby. I’ve been thinking about it since the moment I saw you. Not.

I sheathed my cock and guided it at her wet entrance. Getting it up wasn’t the tricky part. I had several images in my head that got me hard almost every single time. Unless I had a bad day, which had been happening more often recently. What was more difficult, though, was staying hard for longer than a minute or two. Especially with a fifty-year-old woman with grayish hair who weighed more than I did at one hundred ninety pounds.

I slid my cock inside her. God bless the lube on the condom, the savior of older women.

She gasped and moaned. Her dark brown eyes were filled with lust. I thrust deep inside her, trying to angle my cock in the best position to give her another orgasm.

Oh, yes, Ethan. Right here. Make me come again, she moaned.

I honed in on her most sensitive spot and kept a steady rhythm of thrusts. I filled my mind with the image of a beautiful blonde in black stockings tilting her ass. I began counting seconds. What was a man supposed to do in the middle of boring sex? Thirty five seconds later, she cried out and wriggled on the bed below me. It was mind-boggling how quickly she was able to come again.

I want you to come, Ethan, she said.

I resumed thrusting and pounded her like a slut. I looked at her love handles and my cock slowly softened. Keeping my erection had been getting more difficult recently and clients like Charlotte didn’t help. I threw my head back and growled. I tensed my thighs against her legs and trembled. I was glad she didn’t ask me to come on her body. I was yet to find out how to fake ejaculation.

Oh, yes. I love it when you come inside me.

I’m Max. Ethan is my professional name. I’m one of the best male escorts for older women in town.

Chapter 1

OLIVIA

Any problems? Jamal asked. He leaned onto the gray Mercedes and inspected me from head to toe. He was dressed sharp as always, wearing a well-fitted olive suit that complemented his dark skin.

Tell Alexis to blacklist him, Jamal, I said and stepped off the sidewalk. My face twisted in pain.

What happened?

He likes to be rough with no warning.

I’m going to beat the shit out of this fucker, he said.

I put an arm on his muscular biceps and stopped him. It’s okay, Jamal. Relax.

He drew in a sharp breath. Then he shook his head and opened the door of the car for me.

Are you okay?

Except for my sore ass, yeah.

I sat down in the car and scowled. Oh, the joys of rough anal sex.

Wanna go to the hospital for a checkup?

I said I’m fine. The guy was just a little too rough with me. Nothing that hasn’t happened before.

Jamal shrugged and walked around the car. He sat in the driver’s seat.

Home? he asked.

Yeah.

I shifted my position and groaned from pain.

Shit, Layla. I told you to call me if there was anything wrong. Screw the reputation, some fuckers deserve a good beating.

He wasn’t aggressive. Just… didn’t feel like announcing what he was about to do.

Jamal reached into the glove compartment. I thought he was about to pull a gun and go kill the guy. Instead, he pulled out a small white bottle.

Take it, he said.

What’s that?

He opened his palm. It was Advil.

I’m good, I said.

Take it before it’s worse.

I sighed and twisted the cap. I tossed two capsules onto my palm. Jamal handed me a bottle of water. I swallowed the capsules and handed him back the Advil.

Happy? I said.

Yeah.

Jamal threw the bottle back in the glove compartment and joined traffic. I had always liked the man, maybe because it was he who would get me out of trouble if anything happened between me and the client. I was yet to call him to help me. Most clients were nice people and the exceptions hadn’t hurt me. Yet.

How’s Luna? Still chasing after that ball I gave her?

Nah, she got bored. But thanks, Jamal. I didn’t expect you to give my cat gifts.

You know how I like cats.

Yeah.

Jamal was a strange man. Rough and street-wise, but also affectionate toward cats and me. He protected me like an older brother would.

We spent the rest of the journey to my apartment in silence. The dull pain radiating from my ass didn’t exactly make me feel like talking.

When Jamal pulled in the driveway, the Advil started working. Thank God, because the pain slowly increased. Why did Jamal always have to be right?

He opened the door on the driver’s side and walked around the car to hold the door for me. I told him many times he didn’t need to treat me like a lady, but he insisted. I left the car and gave Jamal a peck on the cheek.

See you tomorrow, sweetheart, he said.

Don’t forget to tell Lex about the guy.

Will do.

Jamal hopped into the car and drove away. If there was anything good about being an expensive call girl, it was the perk of having my own driver and bodyguard.

Luna greeted me at the door, brushing her furry black side against my legs. She purred. I hung my handbag on the hook and took her in my arms. Her delicate, long and thick whiskers brushed against my cheek.

Luna had always been my best medicine. If I had a bad day at work, I only needed to sit with her for a few minutes and the world instantly got better.

Today was no exception. Luna purred and cuddled in my arms. I sat down in the armchair in the living room and stroked her soft back. I reached with one hand to my heels and slid them off my feet. The rhythmic, low purr of Luna reverberated in my body, instantly calming me down. I swear, the cat was like magic. I should have patented her and offer her services for an hourly rate. Maybe I wouldn’t have to work as an escort then.

Would you like mommy to give you some food?

Luna replied by rolling onto her back and stretching her body. I caressed her soft stomach. Oh God, how I loved this cat.

Let’s grab something to eat, Luna.

I stood up with Luna in my arms and walked into the kitchen. I put her down on the table and filled a bowl with her favorite cat food. It smelled worse than rotten fish, but I guess my cat didn’t mind. She lunged at it as if it was her first meal in a week.

Relax, Luna. It won’t go away. I petted her and left the kitchen. I needed a long, hot shower. My hands had a faint smell of lube on them and my hair smelled of tobacco. I had to lie with Mr.-I-Love-Fucking-You-Rough-in-the-Ass in bed while he smoked a cigar.

The shower washed away all the scents from my body, but it didn’t wash away the dull pain in my ass. Advil worked, but even that would stop soon. I would have trouble sleeping.

I considered taking anal off the list of services I performed. The money was good, but not nearly as good as to reward the pain after rough sessions.

I got dressed in my favorite loose flannel pajamas and plunked in the armchair in the living room. I was hungry, but I was too spent to cook. I reached for my phone and ordered takeaway pizza. Screw my diet. A pizza once every few weeks wouldn’t hurt me.

It was going to be another boring evening with my cat on my lap, pizza in my hand and Netflix TV shows on my laptop.

And then my phone buzzed and everything went to shit.

Chapter 2

MAX

I left Charlotte’s apartment a couple minutes after seven. It was getting dark. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out. It was Tim, my best buddy. He also happened to be another freelance male escort, one of the few people in the business who knew my real name.

Wanna grab some beer, man? he asked in his cheerful voice. I swear the man had always been happy. I suspected you could have kicked him in the face and he would still smile at you and thank you for the new experience. But that was what I loved in him. Every shitty day could be salvaged with a round or two with Tim.

Sure thing. I need to wash away the taste.

Tim laughed into the phone. Sure you do. Who was it? Let me guess… Charlotte?

Bingo.

Freshly squeezed Max’s face, please.

Shut up. Eight at The Lamb?

Eight at The Lamb. See you.

I hopped into my black Mercedes and drove back home to take a shower and change my clothes. I still smelled of Charlotte’s pussy and the disgusting lavender shampoo she used every time before seeing me. I know, I should have told her to change it, but she had been one of my most loyal clients. You don’t piss off your regulars. It’s easier to keep a client than find a new one. Especially in my industry.

I took a quick shower and put on a fresh pair of jeans and a blue shirt. I rolled the cuffs, put on my shoes and left the house.

The Lamb was a short ten-minute walk away from my home. Just like always, the women I passed ogled me, and their men looked at me with jealousy. Was it my fault I was born handsome? I ignored their stares. I had never met a woman who would impress me for longer than one night, and I wasn’t about to meet one on the street.

I walked into The Lamb and took my usual seat in the far corner of the room, away from the crowds. It was Doug’s shift at the bar. He glanced at me and pointed with his head at the tap. I nodded. A glass of beer landed on my table a minute later. I thanked Doug and scanned the room looking for Tim. The pub was packed, as always. Groups of friends shared beer, a couple lone guys sat at the bar, some chicks danced to the rhythm of the slow, jazzy music coming from the speakers.

I shifted my gaze from the crowd back to my table. I pulled out my phone and opened the calendar. Two meetings tomorrow, one appointment the day after tomorrow, the next day – free.

Hey, fish face, Tim said.

I looked up. Tim smiled at me from ear to ear. As always, his light brown hair was neatly combed and his white shirt impeccably crisp and smooth. He had an expensive silver watch on his hand. The man always made it seem effortless to look like a million bucks.

It was another reason why I loved hanging out with Tim. He had always raised the bar when it came to style. I always learned something new from him.

What’s up, Timmie boy.

That’s unfair, man. I haven’t done age play for a long time.

I laughed and patted him on the back. We sat down and Tim ordered a beer.

How’s your business, Max? Any new clients?

Nah. Same ol’, same ol’. You?

I’m going to Vegas this weekend. Company party with a thirtyish redhead.

Good for you, man. I patted him on the arm. Sex, too?

Nah. Finally a little break for my cock.

Shit. I wish I had one, too.

I took a sip of beer. Tim glared at me.

What? I said.

You can always have a break, man. What’s stopping you?

Have you ever heard of this shit called ‘money’? You know, this thing you use to buy food and pay your bills?

Don’t tell me you don’t have money, man. You’re one of the best escorts in town. Shit, if I was gay, I would totally fuck you.

Now that was gay.

You’re welcome. Anyway, what’s up with this money thing? Take a couple days off. A couple hundred bucks won’t make a difference.

Except for driving me further away from retirement in Mexico. I considered telling Tim about it, but it wasn’t the place to talk about what I had planned to do once I saved enough money. I believed it was better to keep your dreams to yourself.

Maybe you’re right, I said.

Damn sure I’m right, Max. Your ladies will do without you for a couple days. Tell them to dust off their sex toys. A little anticipation will make them hotter for you.

You’re fucking disgusting, man.

It’s not me who’s fucking old fat women.

Whatever, I said and took a swig of beer. For some reason, this time bantering with Tim annoyed me. I guess I was burnt out. A short break was probably in order. My appointment with Charlotte hadn’t been the first time in the last couple weeks I had a problem maintaining my erection.

I shifted my gaze from my glass of beer to the room. A girl dancing in a skimpy mini-skirt in the middle of the room sent me a smile and waved at me. I scowled and set my gaze at an extremely interesting spot on the table. A couple seconds later she disappeared in the crowd.

How’s chicks, Max? Any new lays you didn’t brag about?

You know I can’t do it. Gotta keep my tank full for the occasions I can’t actually fake I’m coming.

And that’s why I’m selective. Less money, but more fun. But man, how long has it been without a woman in your life? A year? Two? You can’t beat you fucking meat your entire life.

I nodded. Yeah.

What was I supposed to say? That I could get my dick up only when I knew I would get money for doing it?

How about you, Tim? What’s up with this brunette you told me about last week?

Courtney? Man, I don’t know. She acts kind of strange when I ask her about her job. She says she’s a bartender at a night club, but makes it sound as if she’s a porn star or something.

Snap a few pictures of her ass and post them on porn forums or something. Porn addicts will know.

Fuck you, Tim said and laughed. Tension drifted away from my body. I loved how the guy could take a joke, no matter how nasty. I scolded myself for getting angry at him a while ago. It wasn’t his fault I was tired.

Talk with her, man. Tell her it bothers you. Honesty is the best policy and all that shit, I said.

Yeah, I think that’s what I’m going to do. But not now. Maybe in a couple weeks.

What did you tell her about your job?

I said I’m a golf coach.

I burst out laughing. Tim, a fucking golf coach. The man didn’t even know the difference between woods and irons. But then again, it wasn’t much different from my stories. The last time I fucked a woman who wasn’t my client I told her I was a plumber. Which, in