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Prologue
We never would have met if fate hadn’t brought us together that night. Call it what you will, a happy accident, a stroke of dumb luck, but that series of extremely unfortunate events is what led to our story together. Despite my happy ending though, there is absolutely no way in hell I’ll be making that first mistake again. Never travel solo, especially when your someone prone to getting lost. Although it’s not like she would let me do that anymore in the first place…
It was a spur of the moment decision that led to me walking through Amsterdam one last time that morning. And it was that exact reason why I had left my cane back in my hotel room without realizing it. Mistake number two. And like I had mentioned before, I’m not known for my sense of direction, so you can hardly be surprised when I say I had found myself so thoroughly lost that I was trembling, yes I can admit it, wondering if I would ever find my hotel again in this unfamiliar city. I had gotten caught in a sudden downpour but thankfully had found shelter under the archway of a closed storefront. Thinking nothing of it, I started scrolling aimlessly on my phone and when I looked up at the corner I realized it was only at thirty percent, damn thing must have fallen off the charger from the previous night. Mistake number three. I tried not to think too much about it though, the weather here was fickle after all. One minute you’re in a monsoon and the next the sun is beaming and there isn’t a trace of water on the ground for miles. This… was not one of those moments…
The first minute turned into ten, then twenty, then thirty, then a full hour passed and there was still no end in sight. By the time it stopped… nearly two hours later… the sun was barely visible over the rooftops around me. And even though I had gotten off my phone nearly a half hour ago, it was barely hovering at three percent now.
I should give you some backstory on why this is a truly horrific situation for me. You see, night was always my greatest enemy. My nemesis! It was a freak genetic anomaly the doctors back home had said. I was one of the chosen few born with night blindness, someone who was seemingly normal by day, albeit a tad clumsy, but quite literally useless at night… or in any dark situation really. It won’t do it justice but just try wearing the darkest pair of sunglasses you own and then turn off the lights in your room right now. I’ll give you a second to go get them and run this little experiment yourself, don’t worry, I’ll still be waiting right here under this damn archway by the time you get back. Just try to hurry though, times a ticking for my meager battery life, remember?
Okay, are you back yet? No? How about now? I hope you didn’t get los- Oh great! I was starting to worry you had left me here. Now hold your hand out in front of your face. If you can still see your hand then congratulations, you can see more than I can normally in that situation. That’s what we’re talking about here baby, night blindness. Now keep that in mind for the rest of the story with those glorious peepers you probably take for granted far too often, two eyes. (Unless you have glasses like me, but if you don’t then I bet that felt really personal just now, huh?)
So, when I noticed the last threads of daylight fading from view, panic set in, tight and cold in my chest. I was taking each step like it might be my last, barely able to see even a few feet past the uncaring glow from the street lights above. Usually in this situation I’d open up the camera on my phone to see and travel with. Far better to be called a perv and have someone think I’m taking their photo than to destroy my shin on a fire hydrant, trust me, I speak from experience. But with it being so low on battery that wasn’t really an option. And I’m not sure what it was, maybe the freak storm had driven everyone away. But I hadn’t come across a single person since the rain started. And before you start thinking, “But Luca, you just said you can’t see. You’re a blind boy!” I have ears dumbass. And quite good ones at that.
So, imagine the relief I felt when I began hearing the rhythmic beat of music and faint laughs echoing from the dark alleyway next to me after struggling to walk in a straight line for what felt like hours. Where there was people and music there would be lights, glorious lights! But more importantly, people. Maybe I could finally come across someone to ask for help.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the sanctuary I had found under my trusty street light, Dennis I’ll call him Dennis, and made my way into the great unknown. I made sure to take my time, arm outstretched as Dennis’s warm glow grew fainter and fainter. Creeping carefully through the dark, I was fully expecting a stray trash bin to leap into me at any moment.
I always imagined that I must be quite the sight for those that see me and don’t know about my situation. It’s not every day you see a grown man creeping like a ninja on a stealth mission in what is probably a wide open area. Thankfully, a lifetime of not being able to see oneself made overcoming any embarrassment I might have felt rather easy. Besides, the soft coos and laughter growing increasingly distinct with each careful shuffle forward was serving as much needed motivation.
I could see the faint whispers of light at the end of the tunnel before I was even halfway through. But by the time I reached the end I found myself physically having to blink away the stars from all the lights around me. Every building for blocks in either direction was drowned in an almost otherworldly neon glow. Vibrant signs depicting the outlines of suggestive woman pulsed in electric pinks, deep reds, and soft blues, their reflections dancing across rain-slicked pavement like liquid fire. That once faint hum of music was now almost overwhelming as it roared out from every open doorway. But what stuck out to me most was the smell. The scent of perfumed air mixing with the overpowering smell of cheap cigarette smoke was almost nauseating with how quickly it had invaded my senses.
This wasn’t some local tourist trap… or likely even something that would show up on any of the maps or brochures I would have seen at my hotel for that matter. It didn’t take a genius to recognize what was going on here either. I had found myself so thoroughly lost that I wound up in the last place I would have ever expected to be, the Red Light District. There’s probably a joke here to be made about a certain male member pointing to true north when lost, but this is just the prologue. We still have to keep it classy.
At last, I was somewhere safe, sort of…. Okay, safer at least given my own unique circumstances. But at least there were people around, and tons of them at that. Everywhere I looked I saw drunken men, swaying and stumbling to the all-encompassing beat, as they allowed themselves to be led away by the arms of the beauties around them. Or at least I figured they were beauties, as despite now having enough light to see where I was going, most of the figures around me still looked more like silhouettes than flesh and blood creatures. Regardless of that minor detail though, countless men were disappearing behind velvet curtains and gilded doorways, no doubt to enjoy the whispery promises of a lover who would be forgotten with the rising sun.
This was a place that thrived on desire and decadence, a place that served as an eternal beacon of light against the darkness of every night. A place where a certain weary traveler who needs light to see at night could finally take a deep breath to relax. And that I did. I heaved out a deep sigh of relief knowing that I could at least get my bearings straight here, even if I felt rather out of place in this new and extremely provocative environment.
I was still gathering my bearings after having just stepped onto the street, blinking the flood of lights away, when a warm feminine voice cut through the hum of the crowd around me.
“Hallo? Hey you… man? You look… Ehm… lost, ja?” The accent was thick, English clumsy and filled with awkward uncertain pauses.
Squinting, I turned toward the sound. Towards that heavenly voice that changed my life. Towards the voice of the first woman who reached out to me in that evening of panic. Towards the voice of the hooker who was most definitely expecting me to be another client for her. Towards my Nora. But that’s still getting ahead of myself. Leaning against a doorway framed in pulsing rose-pink light was the silhouette of a woman, hand outstretched beckoning me closer.
“Is okay. I help… maybe?” Her words stumbled out as if she had to pause to think about what each word meant before saying it. She likely was in fact considering the country I was in. Stepping closer, I could faintly make out a few of her features in the dim light overhead. What stood out to me most in that moment though was her emerald eyes, sparkling with a mix of concern and mischief at the new prey in front of her. At that time, I was just another wallet and… (Keeping it classy remember?) waiting to be drained in her eyes after all.
That was the first time I saw Nora. Squinting in the glow of the lights around us struggling to see her. The moment that voice, so imperfect and sweet, pulled me from the dark, unwittingly, toward the brightest, happiest, most exciting and by far the most twisted part of my future life.
Standing there blinking like an idiot, I tried my best to put her face into focus. My eyes took their time adjusting to the shadows cast on her by the light above but at last I saw her. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders like silky ink. Her crimson highlights barely noticeable in the dim lights. A delicate septum ring glinted above soft lips that were painted a wicked shade of deep plum, and I could see the faint shimmer of twin studs on the bridge of her nose. The rest of her makeup was dark and sultry, smoky eyeshadow that only accentuated her already striking gaze and lashes so long and tailored to perfection that they were practically casting shadows on us.
Even with my condition, it was obvious to tell that she was breathtaking. She wore a tight black dress that clung to her curves and accentuated her pale complexion. Getting closer I realized that she towered over me. I had to actually do a double take because of her height and that was when I saw her impressive stature was thanks to twin black leather lace-up thigh high boots. I quite literally was forced into being eye level with her chest because of those things, and oh god that chest. I could see the miracle happening before me. How her dress dipped so low and showed off such an audacious swell of cleavage that somehow still kept anything from slipping out. God clearly had to use up all his miracles to make sure her tits stayed in place, and had nothing left in the tank to help me when I had been praying earlier that night. I… can respect the decision…
Even though I was by no means short, she was peering down at me with a sly grin, her long dark hair spilling over those generous breasts that rose and fell with every tantalizing breath. It was obvious to tell from just a glance, she was a creature born for the night, for the hum of music and the sinful promise of unimaginable pleasure. Simply looking at her had settled my once anxious heart, although I could feel my pulse picking up for a very different reason now.
“Lost man…you come?” Her head tilted inquisitively as I slowly, carefully mind you, approached her.
I could tell my cheeks were turning red as I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling rather embarrassed at the level of mental fortitude it took just to tear my gaze away from her chest and look up at her.
“Um. H-Hey? Do you mean me?” The nervousness in my voice was far too prominent for my liking.
“Ja. No one else look so confuse out here but you, silly. So… you are lost? Or… maybe is first time, ja?” She purred at the insinuation; her fingers tracing along the length of her legs.
“Oh um yeah. It’s my first time… No, wait! I mean it’s not my first time. I’m not an ahh… You know… But it is my first time here.”
As the words left my lips, I could sense the pressure around us shift as the idea of a new, of yet another, nervous first time client entered her mind. “I mean, sorry, let me start over. I’m new here yes, I was actually on vacation here in Amsterdam when I got caught in that freak tsunami earlier and ended up getting lost. I’ve been wandering around all night trying to find my way back to my hotel. And well… I didn’t plan on being out this late, my phone is practically dead, and it’s kind of hard to explain but I can’t really see well at night, or at all really, and I’m very lost.” The words came spilling out before I even noticed what I was saying.
I didn’t realize just how scared I truly had been until now. I had been so caught up in trying to make my way through the dark that I hadn’t even had the time yet to process just how dangerous my situation had become until I heard it coming out of my own mouth just now.
She stared down at me for one moment, then two, then three. I could see the cogs turning in her mind as she tried to make sense of what I had said. I barely heard her whisper out the word “tsunami” as she tried to make sense of the word vomit that was just flung her way.
As the silence dragged on, I could feel myself starting to shift nervously. I was about to speak up again when her eyes widened in recognition with a sudden “Oh!”
“Sorry. Talk fast and use new word. You mean.” she paused to gesture up at the sky before making raindrop gestures with her fingers. “I see. I see.”
“Ah, sorry. I… I can slow down.” I muttered, face even redder with embarrassment as I looked down. Only to end up being immediately confronted by that heart-melting, head-turning chest. I yanked my gaze back up, heart beating faster at the idea of her thinking I had been trying to steal a glance on purpose.
The corners of her mouth rose in a fiendishly charming grin, as if she got a kick out of my nervousness. Then without an ounce of hesitation, she bent down, leaning in so close that her breath tickled my lips. Her long hair slipped from her shoulders to curtain around us, and her voice dropped to an intoxicatingly sweet tone as she whispered. “Then… why not stay here tonight. Cute lost man, mm?”
It was impossible for me to ignore the sickeningly sweet smell of cheap spirits on her breath when she spoke. Yet it somehow only added to her sickeningly sweet foreign charm in that moment.
She batted her eyes at me before giving a sly wink while making slow deliberate motions with her hand. It was unmistakably dirty and would’ve been mind shattering for any man… if of course said man could actually see it.
This is where I should probably explain a little more about my special eyes. My brand! I hope you’re ready for another fun and interactive activity. I want you to go get two toilet paper tubes and hold them in front of your eyes like binoculars. That, my friend is called tunnel vision. Or at least the closest approximation I can give you with the measly toiletries I assume you have on hand. And if not, then go buy some right now! The story can wait. Your bowels… not so much.
I had only caught the tail end of what was going on, a vague blur of motion to the left. So, I stood there awkwardly, offering a half smile, entirely clueless as the weight of her words sank in.
Her playful grin faltered at my unchanging expression.
“Oh… so you not like me? I… I make joke, sexy, you ignore. Is fine.” Her voice stumbled as she pulled back. I could hear her shifting around nervously, suddenly insecure at the idea that she had just come across a man immune to her temptress ways.
My brow raised in confusion as I tried piecing together what was going on. She hadn’t given me a chance to reply, and there was definitely no joke in how she had just asked me to spend the night with her. Unless… was that blur I had seen out of the corner of my eye the joke…? Oh my God. Had she been miming…
“No! No, it’s not that. I’m sorry. It’s just, I just told you, I can’t see at night. I didn’t even catch what you did. I promise, I wasn’t ignoring you. You’re… you’re gorgeous. I’m sure I’d…”
I paused, unsure of where I was going. I mean, was I really considering spending the night with… Was it even possible that a woman so beautiful would actually want too… With me… It had been a while since I last met a nice girl… I tried reminding myself that this wasn’t just a hook up after some date. This was literally her job, she’s a hooker! She gets paid to make men melt. Although to be honest, that didn’t really bother me in that moment. If anything… the idea of a goddess with so much experience was even more thrilling to me. And lets be honest, there was absolutely no way in hell I’d be catching my flight tomorrow morning if I let her have her way with me right now.
Even as my mind raced with the possibilities, I still somehow managed to control myself. This was something I was used to. Something I had experienced countless times before. Not the talking to a bombshell escort in Amsterdam at night part. That was totally new to me of course. But I had been in situations where I missed social cues all the time because of something I hadn’t seen. Most of those past moments didn’t involve missing something so… suggestive mind you. Especially from a woman so... hmm… Angelic was definitely not the word I’d use here. Despite all that though, I understood what was happening none the less.
Her eyes widened, then her face lit up again, blooming into a relieved giggle.
“Ah, okay. So, you like… Blind boy for real? I can forgave.” She purred as she leaned back down to me. “You know, I never have blind boy before. Now… what you saying ‘bout me be gorgeous and being sure you’d…?” Her fingers began caressing my arm as she whispered into my ear.
“Can’t see… only feel, ja? Poor thing. No lie. Is sound kind of cute though.” Even without looking at her I could tell she was trying to understand. Most people think blind guy and go to depictions of black sunglasses, canes, and trained dogs. But here I was out on my own at night. And… yep now she was waving her hand in front of my face. Which I can in fact see as well as hear.
Stifling an exasperated sigh, I kept the thought to myself about why everyone tries doing that same exact thing. “No… or wait uh. Yes. To both? Sort of? I can feel you of course, but I can see you too… Kinda. I just can’t see well right now.”
I paused to gently guide her waving hand away from my face before continuing. “I’m staying at the Rialto Hotel. I’m just trying to find my way back right now, but I am both lost and well…” I grinned as I waved my own hand in front of my face.
I could see her face flush from embarrassment at my joke as she realized I had been able to tell what she was doing. “Ah. Sorry. Is confuse, but hard see is not no see… I see.” She smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood before squeezing my arm apologetically. “But you want Rialto? Is very close. I can show you if need?” Her fingers began tracing little dotted lines down my arm as she offered, ending it by tracing a little ‘x marks the spot’ that sent shivers down my spine.
“Wait really!? That would be amazing actually!” I could already feel my heart leap at the idea of having someone to guide me back.
“But you want go back to Rialto for sure? No spend night here with me? I make gesture again if need? Show on arm like map.” I could tell she was joking, but humor aside, the offer was still deadly serious.
“I… just want to get back safe right now. This day… I’m sorry. This probably isn’t what you hear from a lot of the… ahh… guys…? You talk to here. I’m just happy the first person I bumped into could speak English and turned out to be so nice.” I sighed as the mix of relief and guilt over the situation hit me.
“Ja, ja, okay I stop for now. Have ask though. Not every day I see pretty boy come here. Even turn out… umm… is word… polite? Too. Little gentleman, ja? I wouldn’t mind if nice boy like you…” She raised her eyebrow at me again as her fingers traced little hearts on my arm.
I’ve never had any experience with a woman of the night before, but something about this situation, this woman, felt far from ordinary as I forced a very sad smile and shook my head apologetically.
“Okay okay. Worth shot. No blame girl for try. Come, you take Nora’s hand so you not fall on ass.” I felt her fingers start to entwine themselves around my own before her grip suddenly tightened. “Kak! Wait second. I need tell boss lady I step out first. Find cute blind boy. Take back to hotel, ja? Wait second. No move. Is danger. You may die.” She teased as she shouted over her shoulder. Letting me go to clomp off into the dim moody lighting of the building’s lobby.
“So, her name is Nora.” I thought to myself as I took a step back to look around. The building we had been standing in front of, ‘De Gouden Roos’ had two large neon roses, thorns included, on either side of it. The vibe it gave off was far more subtle and sophisticated than its neighbors, although the bar was comically low. A flashing neon sign with a dancing woman on a pole to the left and another saying “Girls! Girls! Girls!” to the right. I liked how the building itself didn’t scream “brothel,” even though the neighborhood made it rather obvious. Nora was clearly a much more ‘respectable’ and ‘classy’ escort compared to the others I might have found here. Plus, she was nice enough to walk me back to my hotel for free. Or… wait… Was she still going to charge me an hour for something like this…?
True to her word, I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the loud clunking of boots as she rushed back. And with that, she slipped her hand into mine. Small. Warm. Impossibly soft. Undoubtedly kept that way for very specific reasons. And began gently tugging me down the neon-drenched streets.
Walking with Nora was like being led by the hand through some impossibly decadent dream. The neon haze blurred around us as we talked. Just like I had expected, she asked about my vision. I did try my best to give the barest of bones explanations. But trying to explain anatomy and how the eye works to someone in their second language… There was a lot of hand gestures and pointing going on during that part of our walk.
And as if fate was trying to emphasize my point, I had nearly drifted straight into something I couldn’t see two or three times during my impromptu lesson. Every single time though, Nora was there to catch me. Sometimes pulling my hand gently, other times resting her hands on my shoulders to steer me through a crowd, and finally having to yank my arm with so much force that I was left wondering if she was actually stronger than me.
“Tsk… blind boy, you try walk into everything, huh?” She teased, letting out a huge sigh as she pulled me closer to here… yet again. “I see why you get lost now. Is not funny, I sorry. I get is serious. But no worry, I keep safe.” Her thumb brushed my own reassuringly as she said it and I swear, standing next to her like that, I never felt safer in my entire life.
It took less than a minute before she yanked me towards her again. This time it was so abrupt and with so much force though that she actually took me off my feet. Even as I was flailing and crashing into her though she kept panic impossibly graceful. Somehow, despite those towering heels, she was the one to find her balance first. And in the chaos, her free hand had shot up to cup the back of my head and press me firmly against her for safety.
I felt something warm and soft surrounding me as we let out our collective sigh of relief. It was only after the danger passed though that I realized what had happened. My face was completely buried between that insane cleavage her dress gave her. Her body heat was seeping through me as we stood there, frozen in what I thought was embarrassment.
I swear, in that brief moment, the cold Amsterdam night air had completely disappeared.
And as time caught up I realized it definitely only me feeling that way as Nora was yelling something in Dutch over me that definitely felt like a serious of profanities and slurs. Hearing a gruff voice behind me, I was only able to catch the tail end of whatever was going on as Nora switched back to English.
“Domme komp! Can’t you see he blind!? Watch where you going!” Nora protectively pushed me into her chest even tighter as she roared at the drunk who had nearly fallen on me.
Clearing my throat, I choked out a muffled “Thanks” as she continued to protectively press herself into me.
It was only after the drunk had stumbled around the corner and the danger had passed that she finally decided to look down and realize where I was. And having no apparent sense of shame or embarrassment as a woman of the night, decided to capitalize on the situation by wrapping both arms around me in a hug that pressed me even deeper into her swell. “No worry. I keep safe like promise, see?” She whispered, her hair tickling the back of my neck as her voice dripped like honey into my ear.
I had never been in a situation like this before, alone at night, caught in the arms of a woman so beautiful. And for her to be no regular beauty, but an escort. I felt my heart skip a beat, pulse thundered in my ears, as I imagined what else that mouth of hers that was so close to me could do. Had done. My male urge, having fully blossomed, was pressing hungrily into her soft thigh as I stood there flustered and helpless in her warm embrace.
I could sense the smile growing in her voice as she physically felt the effect she was having on me. “Mmm. Feel good, ja? You lucky can’t see. Most guy needs pay for thing like this. First time free… But next time want this and I charge, deal?” She purred, deliberately squeezing her soft, heavy breasts around my face, burying me to the point where I could barely breathe. At the same time, flexing and relaxing the muscles in her thigh in rhythm with every desperate twitch and throb from the cock being forcefully pressed against her.
Even if it was an accident, there was absolutely no way for me to recover from something like this now. I could only gulp in reply. It wouldn’t have even mattered if I had maintained my ability to speak anyways. I was literally drowning in her chest. The only thing I could focus on was her leg rubbing against me as I tried not to pass out from suffocation.
I’m sure she could tell how badly I was struggling with her deadly one two combo. Yet she acted completely oblivious as we stood there alone on the street together. It was only when I was literally at the point of needing to tap out that I felt her grip relax with a casual sigh. Taking my chance, I yanked my face free and greedily sucked in breath after breath of the cold nights air as she cackled like a hyena over me.
Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, she glanced down at me after I had caught my breath and said, “Is only joke. No worry, I help for free. Ah. Not with that. That I do charge.” She teased as her thigh pressed into me again. “But with walk is free. You get cute boy discount.” She grinned as she ruffled my hair. “But for serious. You okay? No hurt anywhere? I tug sudden when beer guy almost fall on you. He was so big, would have turn you into… hmm… pannenkoek. No no word for English. I saying he make you go flat. Sorry I so rough though. Caught off guard.”
Despite the earlier… the concern in her voice was serious.
“It’s alright. I ah… Didn’t realize he was about to crash into me either. I didn’t even see him. Thanks for that. And sorry for almost knocking us both over.” I mumbled, my mind still foggy from the lingering scent of her perfume in my nose.
“Is okay. I keep you safe. Get you home in one piece. Well, maybe break you a little, but only with permission. You seem like type of man that enjoy sort of thing.” She said, flashing me another devilish grin.
The shock in my face must have been very noticeable as she was wiping tears from her eyes for the second time that night right after.
“Ah. Also… I say cute boy privileges. Is true. No mind helping you find Rialto. But I am a working girlie. Having start charge soon if you want to keep standing like this.” Nora cast her gaze to the side as she nonchalantly pressed her leg into my crotch again. A quiet reminder that my dick was still very much hard and still very much pulsing like a beast against her.
I could feel my eyes widen as I turned the brightest shade of red yet that night. “Oh fuck. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean… I wasn’t trying to. I mean. I swear it was an accident.” I stammered as I jumped back and quickly shifted around so the tent I was pitching wouldn’t be so obvious.
Nora gave me time to fix my little problem before looking my way again with a little grin.
Reaching out to rest her hand on my shoulder so I wouldn’t walk back too far, she said. “Is okay. I have… effect on man. I know. I take as compliment. I like, don’t mind. Mean dress I buy is doing job. But is first time I get blind boy worked up. Like say before, even if you can’t see, can definitely still feel.” She giggled as she gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Now let’s go. Still have little way go but Rialto is getting close. Have you home soon.”
After running into that drunk, Nora had seemingly decided to keep me very close. Her fingers laced through mine as we held hands. Her other hand, resting on my arm, was tracing little circles as we walked. I could feel the gentle heat of her body bleeding through her dress, shielding me from the chill that had settled over the streets as we walked through the night like a couple in love.
Our mock lover’s pose also made it far easier for Nora to safely guide me through the roads. We actually avoided any more near misses for the rest of the walk like that. A fact I only realized later on when I was alone, because in that moment, all I could think about was the intoxicating weight of her breasts spilling over my shoulder and bouncing with every step.
Sadly, I was only able to enjoy that heavenly distraction for a few minutes as the streets were already growing more and more familiar.
“You know, I think I’m starting to recognize some of these buildings.” I murmured. The bittersweet realization that our time together was coming to an end was finally settling in.
“Ja… Is close… Just around corner and you should see Rialto.” The tone in Nora’s voice was different from earlier. As if she was coming to that same realization as well.
Just like she had said, the Rialto came into view the moment we turned the corner. Its warm, golden glow seemed to be inviting us in as if it knew we were weary travelers. It felt far different from the sea of neon that we had walking through earlier. An actual hotel instead of just some… Yet another reminder to show just how different our two worlds were.
The sudden tangle of mixed emotions rushed right through me as I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. It was a huge relief to have made it back home without meeting a cartoonish end via open manhole. But it felt like a knife was twisting in my gut at the idea that our time together was coming to an end. Even though we had only just met, I had never met a woman so perfect. Even if she was a… Our worlds were to different, surely…? I mean, I was only visiting this country in the first place! But still…
I shook the thoughts out of my head as we neared the entrance. The bellhop at the door giving us a quick once-over, his gaze lingering on Nora, obviously. Now that we were in the light, I could actually see the double takes that Nora had most likely been getting this whole time. I didn’t blame them, it’s not every day you see an average joe walking arm in arm with the living embodiment of sex. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what dots were being connecting as we walked by either. A woman like her, clinging that close to a guy like me, coming from the direction of the pleasure district.
I gave the bellhop a silent nod as we had passed. And to his credit, he was able to maintain a semblance of professional courtesy despite the distraction being dragged past his doorstep. Although I would bet money on the fact that the Nora’s statuesque figure was going to be burned into his mind for the rest of his shift. Just like how the image of her would be keeping me company all night too…
Even as we stopped Nora wasn’t making any moves to step back or let go. Her hand drifted up to rest lightly on my chest, fingers curling into my shirt. Her eyes were glittering with playful curiosity under the lights of the Rialto. Almost as if she was a vampire expecting her prey to invite her in.
“I honestly didn’t think I was going to find my way back until morning. Thank you. Seriously, thank you.” I sighed, looking up at her.
For just the faintest moment, it almost felt like the professional mask of a woman of the night was about to slip, and then, just as quickly, it came rushing back. Even though her face gave nothing away, I could tell there was something lurking deep behind those eyes. A quiet sadness maybe? Whatever the case, she hid it well behind her perfect smile. Behind those soft lips that had no doubt left countless men moaning her name.
“Thank you for fly air Nora!” She sang out with an overly dramatic bow. As if it would somehow make me miss whatever that moment just now was. “Was close, ja? Got you home in one piece like promise.” Her smile stretched wide, far too practiced to be entirely real.
“Yeah. It was way closer than I had realized actually…” I sighed, trying not to sound too disappointed as I looked over my shoulder at the door behind me. Even though we, well I, had finally made it, I didn’t quite want to go back yet. Once I stepped through those doors Nora would slip back into the night. Where she belonged, I suppose. The thought of letting her go back alone though… Knowing I’d be on a plane first thing in the morning and in my own country again this time tomorrow… We really did live worlds apart.
It really was an impossible feeling born from an improbable encounter. I’d never imagined wanting to be with an escort, but after tonight, I could understand the appeal. She’d been the one to pull me out of the dark, but the last thing I wanted was to treat her like some kind of object. I would hate for her to remember me as just another client looking to buy comfort for a night. She didn’t deserve that… not after everything the did to help me.
“Get a grip, Luca!” I chided myself. “Be satisfied with the fact that you even got to spend time with such a perfect girl. You’ve got your memory of her… and your hand... That’s enough. It has to be…”
Nora seemed to catch on instantly. Her playful smirk softened into something tender, almost wistful. Her hand brushing lightly along my cheek as those emerald eyes searched mine one last time for permission to enter.
“Aw… No need make sad… sad ah… wait… Kut… Woof thing…” She looked up rolling her eyes in frustration as her brain wracked itself for the word. “Oh! Right sad puppy face. Is cute though. I like. Cute boy.” She murmured, her accent wrapping around each word in that warm, clumsy way. “But I understand. Is not for everyone. Good guy like you, not want stay with girlie like me.” She sighed as her hand slipped away.
God, why did she have to say that. It took all my might to keep from reaching out for that hand that had led me safely back.
Taking a deep breath, I felt her mask harden in acceptance before she spoke again. “I never get your name. What call?”
“My name’s Luca. And thank you again for helping me back there Nora. I might, no, definitely would have perished out there on my own.” I said, miming a fall dramatic enough to give her earlier bow a run for its money.
“Was that a smile? I definitely just got a smile out of her with that at least.” I thought to myself.
“Luuu-ca…” She said it slowly, as if trying the name on for size. “Cute name. I can remember. Is easy thank God. Luca, you have pen?”
I shook my head. “No, sorry.”
Nora groaned, rolling her eyes in dramatic exasperation. “Of course not. Men get all pockets but never prepared.” With a quick flick of her hair, she turned on her heel and clomped over to the bellhop.
If I thought Nora looked tall next to me, then she was a literal giant next to that man. I watched as she had to actually bend down to talk to the poor guy. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but the next second I blinked, he was riffling through his pockets like his life depended on it.
She probably threatened to turn his bones into bread…
A moment later, she strutted back, pen in hand, looking far too pleased with herself. She caught my wrist before I could even ask a question and tugged my hand into hers. I tried not to squirm too much as she scribbling her name and number across my palm with quick, looping strokes.
“Here. So Luca won’t forget me and can call, ja? Try not get lost next time. But if you do… maybe I come rescue…” She gave me a soft, teasing wink, then squeezed my hand, carefully so as not to smudge the ink, before finally letting it go.
That same longing look broke through for just a moment as her eyes flicked upward toward the glowing sign above the entrance. “Rialto… Have very nice beds. Barely any squeak you know.” Nora grin grew as she saw me blush.
“Been awhile since client stay here, too fancy. Luca have good taste. Wouldn’t mind sleep here again. But… Don’t think get any sleep next to cute boy.” As if teasing me out loud about it wasn’t enough, she even threw in the hand gesture I had missed from before. And yes, it was in fact funny like she had said.
“Definitely no sleep… Nora be far too… ah… nervous.” Her lips curved again, seemingly satisfied with her revenge. “You sleep good though, ja? Say have early flight. Dream nice things for me. Maybe if good boy… you meet Nora again there.”
Judging by that smug look on her face, she knew exactly where my thoughts would wander once I got to my room. And after teasing me for it, she leaned in close, her breath soft and warm against my ear. “I like how you walk with me. Like I am woman, not job. You… respectful. No hands. No bad things. Like we friends. I haven’t had that in long time. Thank you for that. My little gentleman.”
Before I could reply, she was grabbing my chin and pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. The last thing I heard was her voice whispering “I hope hear from you soon Luca.” And then she was gone. Heels clicking softly as she vanished into the darkness beyond the reach of the hotel lights, back towards that otherworldly glow from the pleasure district.
Even as she was waving goodbye and fading into the night, she didn’t turn around…
I stood there like an idiot, my hand pressed to the cheek her lips had touched, watching until even her shadow faded into the night. Only when she was well and truly gone did I finally look down at my palm, the ink still fresh and slightly smudged where her hand had pressed against mine. A small, sad smile tugged at my lips, but it wasn’t from her kiss. It was the ache of knowing she was gone, the sting of wanting more than a fleeting encounter from someone who lived in a different reality.
Taking a deep breath, I finally walked into the Rialto. Acutely aware of the bellhop’s eyes burning jealous holes into my back the moment I turned away.
Wait, she hadn’t given him his pen back, had she…?
It wasn’t until I caught my reflection in the glass doors that I realized I did in fact have a parting gift from Nora. There was a faint lipstick mark still lingered on my cheek, plain as day for everyone to see. There was a part of me that wanted to keep it, a little memento that would fade with time. But my self-consciousness won out as I finally decided to swipe it away. That girls lipstick was something else though that’s for sure because I was already stepping into my elevator by the time I was sure it was finally gone. It was only when I was standing there alone, listening to the mindless tone of the elevator, that the reality of just how lonely my bed would be tonight finally struck me.
Idiot…
I swore to myself as the doors opened again for my floor. Pulling out the key to my room, I was met with her name and number staring back at me. I couldn’t help but having a sad little grin as I thought to myself. “I really should put this in my phone before I ‘settle in’ for the night.” My mind was already drifting back to the memory of our bodies pressed together as I threw my things down on the table. But most of all, how her leg had felt pressing into me like that.
The following days blurred by in a haze of text messages with Nora, yet it wasn’t all jokes and play. Her boss turned out to be a vile old hag who punished her harshly for coming back that night empty-handed. Over the following weeks, things only got worse… more rules, more threats, and more of Nora’s frightened messages lighting up my phone from thousands of miles away.
I felt helpless.
Weeks slipped into months before I finally hit my breaking point. After staring anxiously at my phone for what felt like hours waiting for her reply, I finally had it. I was terrified her life might truly be in danger if nothing changed. So while I waited for her I came up with a plan. I’d quietly send her enough money to be able to get back to her home. Her mother had become sick lately, and without Nora’s support now, things were growing dire.
The very next night, Nora ran. She left the red light’s district behind her and boarded the very first flight she could get back to her home town. From then on, we talked almost every day, making do with long calls on the phone when we couldn’t video chat together. She even introduced me to her mother, a kind woman who didn’t speak a lick of English.
I mostly just assume she was kind as I had no clue what she was saying. But hey, at least she said it with a smile. That’s got to count for something, right?
With each passing day, every sent text, every late-night call, we fell deeper and deeper in love with each other. It was bound to happen at the rate we were going, and at last the dam broke with that one simple sentence.
“I love you.”
I’ll leave it up to your imagination on who said it first. A gentleman never tells after all. Even though we were close before, admitted how we both felt made us inseparable. I found myself opening up in ways I never had felt comfortable with a woman before. I confessed my more submissive desires… About how much it thrilled me to give up control, how I’d fantasized about chastity, about being teased, denied, and then teased some more. Nora didn’t laugh or flinch or make it awkward for me. If anything, her eyes sparkled even brighter with dark intrigue every time I confessed another one of my fantasies to her.
And in turn, Nora began opening up to me more about her life before the pleasure district. I learned that her family had once been quite wealthy, her father had been an oil tycoon. Emphasis on the had as a few failed investments later had nearly ended the family fortune. She had run away because of a forced marriage her father had set up. Something about a much older gentleman, someone in the “business” who was rather fond of her. And that act had apparently soured the business relation so deeply that it\ forced her father into early retirement.
He ended up passing soon after Nora had run away, something she only heard vague details from her mother about. But to her surprise, she had been left quite\a substantial sum. One final apology from her father perhaps? She only found out about it because the family lawyer in charge of the will saw that she had come home one day on a social visit to her mother. Honestly, I didn’t believe her at first. That type of money, even if it was small compared to what she had grown up around, was not something an average man would see in his lifetime. It was only after she showed me the letter from the bank mid victory dance that I realized it was all true.
Hot and rich. God damn.
Nearly half a year later, she called me with that breathless excitement I adored. Her mother had fully recovered, and Nora was moving to America! She planned on making a new home in Las Vegas. It had always been her dream to own a hotel, yes a hotel and not a brothel, and now that dream felt close to coming true. What made it even more perfect for her was that Vegas was the city of opportunity and endless nights. Something she had grown addicted to she later admitted, after years of working as an escort.
Life got busy for her after that. We spoke less often as she settled into her new life. Almost a year and a half had passed since we’d last stood face to face, and nearly a week since I’d even heard her voice. So you can imagine how my heart literally stopped when I got a random call and saw her name pop up. Right when I was about too… I swear this woman’s timing is impeccable.
“Hallo, mijn lief. Sorry I not call for awhile. Been very busy with work. Very popular down here you know.” She giggled.
“Oh yeah, I can only imagine why.” I laughed as I looked down at my swelling member growing harder by the second. She really did love to flaunt those little innuendos with me. I had told her I liked it after all.
“Hahaha, I bet you like to imagine! Bad boy. But I calling because have surprise for my favorite man. Bought you plane ticket for visit me!” The excitement in her voice was impossible to hide. This wasn’t some joke, she was serious.
“Wait. WHAT!? Seriously!? Is your place all set up then? I can actually come visit you now!? I’ll start packing right away! When’s my flight? I can’t believe I finally get to see you again after all this time!” My mind was already running through a mental checklist of what to pack as I imagined what we’d be doing together.
“Is for week from now. And we get spend all week together! And I sorry I be so hard to talk too lately. I be better now, belofte. I make sure give Luca time to talk to sweet darling Nora every day until then.” She said with a hint of guilt.
“Oh okay, right. A week from now, got it. Well, I guess my boss will appreciate me giving them a notice before I leave for a week then.” I laughed thinking about the idea of Nora being considerate for my job. I wasn’t like her after all, I couldn’t just shift my entire life around at a moments notice… even if I really really wanted to.
“Perfect. Oh, and… one last thing Luca…” Her tone hung in the air like she was debating on whether or not to ask something.
“Yes? What’s up?” I asked, more curious than concerned. I rarely ever heard Nora sound, dare I say it, nervous.
“You remember our talk? About many kinks and how you are naughty boy…?” She was really drawing this one out it seemed.
“Umm… Sure I suppose…?”
“I thinking lot about lately. One where you tell me about chastity thing you have? I thought might be fun have you to wear cage for me this trip, ja?”
If this was a decade or two ago, Nora would definitely have been twirling the phone cord around her finger as she asked me that.
“I… Umm… I… Yeah… I can bring it.” My mind was short circuiting as I looked at the pulsing cock in my hands.
“Belofte. But not just bring. Need you put on after call and send picture for proof. Want you to mail key to me tomorrow too with pictures, I text address. I know we not see for week but want see you like that when you come. Think be cute. Needy hero boy desperate for me after all this time. I want try fantasy for you like you tell me before. I know is what you want too, so we try, ja?”
I could feel the blood rushing south instantly freeze as I listened to her request, no, her order. She wanted me to… Right after we hung up… And I was literally just about to… Ugh, Nora…
“You still there?” She asked, still waiting for my reply.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m still here, I just… wasn’t expecting that. And you want me to put it on right now too…? You know at night I usually ahh… And it is night over here for me…” My voice trailed off as I thought back to the folder on my phone. That special one filled with dozens of pictures and videos that Nora had sent me over the last few months.
“Oh? Oh wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! No tell me. Did… Did I catch you right when…?” She snickered.
“If you laugh any harder you might snort.” I shot back. “But yes… It was literally in my hand when you called me. I swear your timing is impeccable as always. So do I really have too… you know. Right when we hang up?”
“I knew it! My Luca sense was tingle, ja? Knew my boy was having naughty though about me right now. And pshhh. Act like week too much for kinky boy to handle. Wait… Isn’t get told no what cage boys like you say? Said is hot when girlfriend tell you no when you say you want yes? I think is one of those time right now, ja? I being test?”
“I mean… yes” I sighed between laughs. “I’m not sure if I should be happy or sad that you remember all that… But for real. It’s just so sudden. And you sent me that video the other week of you showing off that new… ‘technique’ I think you called it? And well…” I was pleading.
“Fine fine. I no talk to you all week so I do my kinky boy favor out of goodness of heart. No charge even! Very lucky boy, most guy need pay for this. Luca in room?” Nora asked with playful annoyance. Acting as if she weren’t getting just as much of a kick out of all of this as I was.
And knowing her, she had totally planned for this too. That damn Luca sense of hers was incredible as always. I swear, the number of times she had called me like this… Did she have a camera hidden in my room or something?
“Uh yeah. I’m just lying on my bed right now, why?” I asked, already fantasizing about where this was going.
“Good. Get hand ready for me Luca. I help naughty boy out on phone. After though, cock go right in cage. No complain, deal?”
“Ugh, oh my God. Thank you Nora! You have no idea how scared I was earlier.” I grinned. An opportunity like this was to die for, literally. She charged hundreds of dollars for her live phone sessions like this and they were worth every last penny. Even if it did end with being locked in chastity for her… Definitely still worth it. Trust me.
I could hear the smile on her lips despite her overly dramatic sigh. “Now…” Her voice trailed off in a mix of commands, stories, and jokes as she kept me pumping well into the night before finally allowing me ‘The honor’ she called it, of a release. She let out an impossibly loud yawn the second I was ‘drained,’ as if she had been the one doing the work this whole time, before reminding me to lock myself in chastity after getting cleaned up.
“And Luca…?” She asked full of tired innocence.
“Yes Nora?” I laughed, still high from my earlier orgasm.
“Don’t forget. I need picture for proof before I fall sleep. Teasing boy really drains girlie you know? So, be fast, okay? Want… bed soon so don’t make wait.” She let out another cute yawn mid sentence as if to prove her point.
“R-right… I’ll go do that now then I guess. Goodnight Nora, sweet dreams.” I said before hanging up.
“Night night my kinky boy. I see you soon. Try not dream of me too much over next week. Might be hard.” She teased as our phones hung up.
Lying there in bed, still panting, I couldn’t help but notice the mess all around me. The things I would do for that woman… If this is the power she had over me when we were only on the phone together…
This was going to be one hell of a week. That was for sure…