Hot Wax

Audrey POV

The night air is cold as it kisses my skin and I grin as I head to the limo that waits for me in my college parking lot, “Good evening, Raven.” Bert smiles at me. Bert is my driver and basically my security, “It’s a routine client tonight, right?” he asks me.

I giggle as I nod, holding up my bag, “Yes, the stiletto lover.”

Bert shakes his head, “I hope you get paid well for this.” He says, maneuvering the busy street.

I let out a small laugh as we pull up to Club Illusion, “I’ll see you in a bit. Call me if you need me.” He says and I smile, sliding out of the limo and walk toward the clubs. Club Illusion is a nightclub/hotel and by special invitation only. It’s for the rich and where all the kink community members go to be discrete.

I walk inside, my heels hitting the black marble floors, and toward the front desk. As I slowly approach the desk, the clerk looks up and smiles, “Good evening, Raven. Room 506 and he is waiting.” He says, stamping my hand with their logo. I smile as I head toward the elevator and walk in, hitting the number to my floor. The elevator dings and the doors slowly slide open as I step off. My heels click against the floor as I head toward room 506. Soon I reach where I am meant to be and knock. The door slowly opens and there he is, stiletto Kenny.

“Madam,” he eyes my trench coat. He is wearing only underwear made of leather and a small smile. I grin as I step into the room and reach for my whip inside my pocket, “Did I say speak!?!” I glare as I slap the whip against the palm of my hand. Stiletto Kenny’s eyes go wide, and he shakes his head, “Down on all fours!” I growl, shutting the hotel room door. 

Kenny does as he’s told, and I smile shamelessly. He is one of my favorite clients. He is easy to please and I don’t even have to fuck him, I just get him ready. I take off my trench coat and reveal the leather lingerie set beneath it. Kenny’s eyes slightly leave the floor as he looks up at me and I crack the whip, “Did I say you could look up!?” Kenny immediately looks down at the floor, “No, Madam. I am sorry.” 

I smirk as I unzip the duffle bag and pull out 10 pairs of stiletto heels. They are all different lengths and different colors, but it makes no difference to Kenny; he likes a little pain with pleasure. 

I put on the first pair and crack the whip again, “Lay down!” I command. Kenny lies on his stomach, and I smile as I step on his back. My balance has improved so much since I started escorting. I never even use to wear heels. Now I can walk across a grown man’s back without even falling.

I walk across his back, and he moans quietly on the floor with each step. The heels leave red marks on his back, and he grunts as the heels dig into his back with each step. I can’t imagine why this is a turn-on, but he loves it, and it helps pay my bills.  I walk to the other side of the room; Kenny has lit several scented candles. I grin as a glide my whip across them, choosing one. I pick up the red one and bring it back over, “You ready?” 

Stiletto Kenny looks up at me with wide eyes and pleasure lust, “Yes, Madam!” he almost begs.

“On the bed,” I command. Kenny does as he is told, and I hop up there too. There have been bars installed so I can hold onto them. I pour wax on Kenny’s back and he groans as it burns him; this is what he really wants. The wax hardens and he waits. I then begin to step on his back with my heels and the wax cracks and breaks beneath them. Kenny moans out in pleasure with each one, digging his fingers into the sheets of the bed.  I do this routine several times, using different candles, and pulling out different heels until I hear a knock on the door. I look at my watch and roll my eyes; she’s late.

“Sorry, Raven. I got caught in traffic.” She smiles as I open the door, “Thank you for doing this. I love this man, but I can’t stand his kinks.” She sighs. I smirk and nod, “No problem. He is ready for you.” Stiletto Kenny’s wife, Laila, strides into the room and I collect my things. I hear moaning as I reach for the hotel room door and grin, easy money.

I quietly head for the door and peek my head out, checking the hallway for guests. I check my phone and it’s 1 AM, SHIT. I have been here FOREVER, and I have a huge test tomorrow!

I make my way down to the lobby and it’s so quiet. It’s a Tuesday night so it’s not unusual but I am thankful there is no one around. I wave at the lobby attendant, and he smiles like he knows all of my dirty secrets. I wink and continue out to the parking lot and find Bert. He rolls his window down and smiles, “I was getting worried, Raven.” Bert always picks me up and takes me to my clients. He also drops me off from my clients back at my school. He’s a safety net of sorts for the company I work for.

“I lost track of time,” I admit. Bert smirks at me, looking back at the review mirror, “You have had a lot of appointments lately. I know Autumn Brown is no joke, but you need to slow down, girl.” He comments. I sigh as I scrunch into my seat, “I wish I could, but I need the money.” Bert nods and the limo goes silent as we drive. 

Soon we pull up to my college, Autumn Brown. It’s a law school and I hop out of the limo quietly. I have never been spotted and recognized and I hope not to be. I get to my dorm room and quietly open the door, thankfully my roommate is sleeping, and I sit at my desk and open up my law book to study but before I know it, sleep catches up to me once more.

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“Audrey! Audrey!!” I hear my roommate yell. My roommate’s name is Karen, and it suits her well. She has blonde hair and it’s cut short. Sometimes I think she gets the Karen cut on purpose. Either way, she drives me crazy, and I am not her biggest fan, but she keeps to herself in our tiny dorm room and that gives me the freedom to do what pays for me to have a better life soon. 

 I sleepily open my eyes and look at my surroundings, “What time is it?” I ask, annoyed. Karen smirks, “It’s 7 AM. The law theories class is in 30 minutes! You’re welcome for waking you up!” She says snarkily, “Oh, and there’s something on your face.” She adds, rubbing her thumb across her cheek.

I lift my head from my law book and sigh as I look at my hand. The club stamp that I was at last night is now on my forehead and I definitely can’t go to class like this. 

Tragically, I grew up an orphan. No for real, like orphan Annie. My parents died in a house fire when I was three. I have been in and out of foster care my entire life and when I turned 18, they kicked me to the curb with nothing but I had a plan or so I thought. I got good grades and I studied hard. I got into Autumn Brown College. Hard to believe right? An orphan that had no one got into an Ivy League school, but I did, and it was not cheap. Even with the scholarships, I applied for, I am swimming in debt. Escorting allows me to pay tuition and buy food.

I always can choose what clients I work with; I have been on wedding dates, make an ex-girlfriend jealous dates, and even a beard for a gay man. I do it all, but sex can be very much involved, and I don’t mind one bit, but a lot are weird kinks.

I quickly wash my face and put my hair up in a high ponytail. I am fortunately beautiful or at least that’s what I am told. I don’t always wear makeup, but I’m told I don’t need it. I have curves to spare and a nice hourglass shape. Then there are my blue sea eyes, or so my clients call them, and my bleach-blond hair. I feel lucky because being pretty means I can be an escort and make good money, but it also means I can also rely on my looks. People are so superficial. 

My phone dings and I look, “Latte?” I smile, “Yes, full fat please.” I reply. I then turn my attention back to the mirror and sigh; I am intelligent, but most people don’t see me that way, but I got into this school with no money unlike most of the others, my brain carried me the entire way.

“HURRY UP!” Karen calls from outside the bathroom. I roll my eyes and finish putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, “Keep your panties on, Karen! I am almost done.” I say, opening the door. Karen glares at me and I smirk; she is very much a prude. Thank God she has never snooped in my room because I have a whole chest of stuff that would make her go to church and pray if she saw it. 

“See you later,” I call as I grab my book bag and open our dorm room door. Two text messages already appear on my phone screen, “You have two requests tonight. Please read and respond.” I shut the door and turn to find an envelope addressed to me. My name is written in alphabet stamps, which is strange. I roll my eyes and quickly place it in my bag; I’ll read it later.