Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Alyssa walked up to the Sander’s building in awe at the layers of décor and pure art the building itself possessed. It surely spoke volumes that the fancy building was owned by a pretty rich person. She took a deep breath as she entered the lobby. It was cold like a doctor’s office, but she heard Jason Sanders was no regular doctor. Her co-worker had told her about him from a friend she knew that had come to Dr. Sanders for sexually related issues. And Alyssa had those issues.

Problem number one, she wasn’t getting any. At such a ripe young age of twenty-three with her whole life ahead of her, sadly Alyssa never had a boyfriend. A young black woman with her own apartment and a steady job, but still didn’t have a man. She blamed it on her thunder thighs and wide hips that she couldn’t seem to get rid of. Her coworkers were so adamant about her getting laid it almost made her not want to try it. It couldn’t have been that great. Sex wasn’t everything.

The little voice in the back of her mind replied. “How would you know if you never had it?” It was insane going to this rich male prostitute. There would be no intimacy or love, only sex. She paused at the thought of it all. To be honest meaningless sex could be exactly what she needed. Especially when she didn’t have time for the games. Her coworkers, Keisha and Shay, paid for her appointment for her birthday. It was better than a male stripper and way more expensive.

“The doctor fulfills every woman’s deep desire.” They had told her. It was the only reason she even stepped foot into this place. The only reason she took off work. As much as she hated to admit to herself she needed this. She walked nervously to the front desk feeling overwhelmed and shy from what she was about to do. A white lady was at the front desk beautifully made up with long flowing brown hair tied in a ponytail.

“May I help you?” She asked, glancing up at Alyssa. Just when she was about to reply, a couple who just walked in began yelling at each other in the lobby. “It’s what I need Jake! I’m tired of having this argument with you.”

“He isn’t real Tracy. You are paying a man to love you when it’s my job as your boyfriend. Do you understand that? God, I hate this with you. Why can’t I be good enough?” The man grabbed the woman by her arm. “Excuse me, sir. I will have to ask you to release her.” The security then walked up to them. The man called Jake released his girlfriend’s arm with a jerk. “I love you, Jake…” The woman, Tracy’s, voice broke as if about to cry. “But I need this. He does things to me you could never do. He pays attention and listens to me.”

Before she could continue the man slapped her down to the floor. “Where is he? Come down, you motherfucker! Stop fucking up our women and our lives!” Jake yelled trying to get Jason to hear. Security rushed in to obtain the man and escort him out of the building. Alyssa watched in horror as the woman retrieved herself off the floor, walking confidently to the front desk. “Can you tell him I’m here Melissa?”

“Are you alright Tracy? That looks swollen. You want some ice before you go up?” Tracy shook her head at Melissa. “No. It’s ok.” She looked Alyssa up and down while she tried to avoid eye contact with this awkward situation she just witnessed. “You must be new.” Alyssa took a step back. “Is it that obvious?” Tracy gave a small laugh, before reaching for her makeup to powder her face.

“I was like you once. I had that unsure, shy look on my face when I approached Melissa a year ago. My boyfriend, Jake, just got caught sleeping with his boss so I couldn’t sleep with him anymore after that. I needed some release and Dr. Sanders knows how to please. Trust me you won’t be disappointed.” The elevator opened a few steps away from the desk. “The security guard called me down, what happened?” And like in a movie Jason Sanders walked out of the elevator catching Alyssa’s eye.

Her mind had screamed at her to pick up and run now. Her body was saying she needed to stay. The hunk of a man couldn’t have been real. There surely was a God that created him. His suit hung closely to him in all the right places. The top button on his white shirt was opened to the strong start of a beautiful body. Melissa stood instantly. “Dr. Sanders it was just a little altercation with Tracy and her boyfriend. Frank handled it.” His eyes then darted to Alyssa as she stared. She quickly turned when he noticed.

“Is she waiting for an appointment?” He asked his secretary, jerking his head towards Alyssa. “Yes, sir. I was just about to tell her we are booked.” “No. I will fit her in.” He touched Tracy’s chin lifting it to see her face better. The simple touch to see if she was alright caused a disturbed look on Melissa’s face. Alyssa caught it, wondering what kind of things happened in this fake doctor’s porn office.

“Tracy’s appointment will be cut short to only thirty minutes. She needs to go to the hospital with this bruise on her face.” Jason replied, with so much certainty and conviction in his decision. Alyssa could tell when he spoke people listened, and not just because he is the boss, but because he carried himself in such a demanding way. That was the sexiest part about him other than his looks to Alyssa.

“It’s fine really. Plus I paid for an hour.” Tracy said, holding his hand on her chin. Jason quickly released her as soon as her hand made contact. “Melissa can charge you for half today. I can pay you your money back in cash if you like and use the rest for your medical expense, but this needs to be treated. I can’t have anyone getting hurt on the property.” He turned to walk away, finalizing his decision and made it clear to them, Melissa and Tracy, that Alyssa had a spot. In thirty minutes to be exact.

“You can fill this out while you wait.” Melissa slammed a clipboard and a pen down on the counter with an attitude. Alyssa grabbed it rolling her eyes at the now snobby secretary. The questionnaire was pretty extensive. Mostly her medical history, if she had any heart problems or back pains. There was a permission to draw blood form as well to test for any diseases which sparked Alyssa’s curiosity. This place was a cover-up porn palace. It also asked her age and was she married and the last time she had seen an OBGYN. “And don’t lie.”

She looked up to Melissa, staring at her rudely. “Trust me I have nothing to lie about.” She responded with the same rude attitude. Melissa rolled her eyes typing away on her computer.

Jason closed the door to the huge studio space he called the Red Room, as everything was laced with all red and gold. Tracy’s fantasy was to be fucked on red Charlotte Thomas bed sheets. She began laying out on the sheets rubbing the soft expensive material. “Has your boyfriend always been this aggressive with you?” Jason asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. “He followed me today and realized what I was doing. He couldn’t take me being fucked by you. I suppose no man could take that, but it’s what he deserves for screwing that bitch.”

 She sat up rubbing on his hard abs as he pressed close in between her legs. She kissed the ab on the left side and followed with its neighbor on the right. Jason loosened her bun so her hair fell around her face. “It can’t happen again, understand?” He said, pushing her back on the bed. She nodded as he unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down. “I’m not happy with having you for only thirty minutes. It’s been awhile since I’ve been here.”

Jason lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. “I didn’t have to accept you again after the first time you made a fool out of yourself. It’s nothing personal.” He replied simply crawling over her kissing her neck. “Well make it personal.” She moaned as he inserted his finger into her wet core. Jason lifted her hands above her head with his other hand. “You know the rules, Tracy.”

His penis began to shape into a thick shaft with no curve to fit her individual need. “Please, Jason, please.” She begged. With a slow intrusion, he inserted his penis inside, spreading her walls to adjust to the thickness. Tracy sucked in a breath as the friction overcame her body into a pure pleasure. Nothing in the world felt so right to Tracy and Jason knew the addiction he created. He nearly hated himself for breaking up other men’s relationships because he was gifted and cursed.

Sex was all he knew. Sex was his money. Sex was his business. He couldn’t blame himself for the women who volunteered to have paid sex with him. They all knew the consequences. For Jason, the problem was they didn’t care. More and more of his clients intentionally hurt their spouse just because they can.

The women blame it on the great sex, lying to themselves that Jason cared for them just because he made them cum. He had hoped he could be heartless enough to detach himself from them, but it was vice versa. As he pounded into Tracy with slow hard thrusts, he watched the clock ready to meet his new client.