Infatuation

By Jade Taylor

Jenni is a normal girl with a rather adventurous boyfriend and together they’re happily working their way through their sexual fantasies. One night they decide to fulfil his deepest fantasy of picking up a high-class escort. Jenni dresses up in the outfit Craig has chosen for her and sits in a hotel bar waiting for him to arrive.

However during this time she meets Kat, someone who is about to change her life forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: House of Erotica
• Release date: Feb 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781783332397

Jade Taylor

Jade was born in Columbia, South Carolina, and raised in Kingsport, Tennessee. With six brothers, two sisters and numerous dogs and cats, life at home had an inevitable chaotic style. At age sixteen, Jade and her family moved to Tampa, Florida. She enlisted in the United States Marine Corps after graduating from high school. Boot camp followed by three years at Quantico, Virginia, taught Jade more about discipline than she really wanted to know. Later, after her tour with the marines ended, Jade moved to White Bear Lake, Minnesota, where her sister, Jean, lived with her race-car driver husband. She and her sister were the only family members to decide that snow and ice beat sand and sun. She now lives in a small suburban community called Gem Lake. It lies between the larger town of White Bear Lake and the city of St. Paul. Jade lives half a block from a golf course, which allows her to pursue her second favorite hobby as frequently as time away from her writing allows. Jade's favorite way to waste time is watching Star Trek movies with her son, daughter-in-law and granddaughter. When weather permits, Jade and her granddaughter take long walks by the lake with Beagle Bailey, the family pet. If life were perfect, Jade says, she'd have a Prince Charming to share the beautiful Minnesota summers and the horrible Minnesota winters. In the meantime, Jade plans on scattering glass slippers throughout the state. And hoping for the best.

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Chapter One

It had all started with Craig.

I’d always enjoyed sex, never been one of those buttoned-up prudes who would rather have a cup of tea, but I never enjoyed sex before as much as I enjoyed it with him.

With him there were no inhibitions, no little voice inside telling me that good girls didn’t do that sort of thing, with him I could do what I wanted and knew he would never judge me.

With him I discovered talking dirty, his lips so close to my ear, whispered requests that made me come so easily. With him I discovered erotica, overcoming my initial embarrassment to read him the stories that I’d enjoyed alone, lying in bed half-naked with his hand trailing lazily up my thigh, his fingers inside me as my characters climaxed, rarely getting to the end of the story.

With him I was ready to try anything.

So when he wanted to stop talking about our fantasies and do something about them, I was more than ready.

His fantasies started simple, almost laughably predictable with their lads’ mags scenarios. I sucked him off in the kitchen while his flatmates sat watching TV in the next room, sucking him deep into my mouth, teasing the head of his oh-so-sensitive cock as he tried to stifle his moans. We had hurried sex leaning over my dressing table, watching ourselves in the mirror, eyes meeting, hot with lust as we forgot about getting ready for work.

We spent one night with him tied to the bedposts, teasing him until he begged to be inside me. Then there was the softer sex, massage oils and candlelight, touching each other so softly, moving inside me so slowly, until I was almost consumed by my orgasm.

I asked him to wake me with oral sex, and had a surprise one morning when he decided to experiment with ice cubes before I was fully awake. I liked getting him hard while he was asleep and waking him up just as I slipped him inside me.

I dressed up for him, played nurse to his ailing-then-miraculously-recovered patient, played the stripper dancing around the room in tacky underwear, played policewoman as he made saucy comments about truncheons then showed me exactly what he could do with his.

Nothing was too wild for us, and I was just a girl who couldn’t say no.

When he asked me to play hooker I wasn’t surprised, and though the fact he wanted to take the role play out of the house gave me a brief moment of hesitation, it wasn’t long before I was imagining the scenario, my mind already running wild.

Craig bought the clothes for me, saving me at least the embarrassment of selecting my outfit. He left them out on the bed for me before leaving the house, going for a drink with the boys ‘to make it more realistic’.

I had a large drink of vodka before looking at the clothes, the idea of doing this in public suddenly did not seem so great.

The short leather skirt was reasonably respectable, could almost pass as club wear, but when I put it on I noticed the high split up each side. The top was low cut, and with the bra he’d bought pushing up my breasts altogether the outfit definitely betrayed the part I played.

There were no panties.

I slipped on my highest heels, then stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself.

I looked like a whore, but I liked it, and I knew Craig would too.

I went to the hotel he had specified, and tottered around in my too-high heels before I clambered on to a stool to sit by the bar, needing a ready supply of alcohol to get me through it. I looked around the room, hoping that I wouldn’t have to wait too long for him to appear, horny as fuck but also damn nervous. The bartender kept checking me out, and though I knew that it was partly because he liked what he was seeing, I also knew this was supposed to be a classy hotel, and management could easily be beckoned to escort me off the premises.

I ordered a drink, sank it quickly, and ordered another, still expecting a hand on the shoulder at any minute.

Then I saw her.

She was classier than I looked, but there was no hiding that we were supposed to be in the same profession. Instead of toughing it out at the bar she was sitting in a dark corner booth, obviously waiting for the men to come to her instead of picking them up like I was supposed to be doing.

Immediately I was impressed, and suddenly much more interested in her than waiting for Craig.

She was brunette, her hair pinned up sleekly with a few tendrils let down to frame her face. Even sitting down I could see she had a perfect hourglass figure, her blouse open enough to see the top of her creamy breasts and the delicate lacy bra cupping them. Her skirt was just