Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Sixty TwoI walked the path to the front door. It opened before me, a large burly man that resembled one of Justin’s bodyguards stood before me. I sighed in exasperation, did Marie really believe she needed protection. I entered the house, rolling my eyes at the large expanse of the man in front of me.
I entered the living room, Marie sat on my couch. Her trademark navy business suit contrasting deeply against the white fabric. Her head was held high, her aristocratic nose held regally in the air.
I let out a sigh. Laying my purse on the table by the entranceway, I approached her.
"Marie, what a less then pleasant surprise. What do you want?" My tone was of ice, I wanted her to state her business and get the hell out of my house. I didn’t have time for her meandering.
"Blake, come sit." Her voice did not waiver and neither did my resolve to make her leave.
"I’m fine here, what can I do for you?" It was not a question meant for a response, yet she would answer it.
She raised her head and stared at me.
"Blake you are dressed as if you were going to work. Those clothes look as though they spent the night on the floor after the client removed them from you body. Your hair is mussed, your makeup faded, you look tired. All signs indicative of a night well spent, making money well deserved. And yet it is all a facade. For you were not at work. You were in the arms of another, one that does not pay to be with you. And while you were there the paying customer waited, and he waited, and finally he called me. Could you even begin to imagine the embarrassment I felt. I had to send another girl over to him immediately. I am so disappointed in you. How do you think I should fix this situation?"
I rolled my eyes at her monologue, a smugness held on my face that would have made Justin proud. I glared down at her.
"I don’t give a fuck how you fix it. I’m out Marie. Fuck you and your business. I’m not doing this anymore."
"Oh, that’s right, my child." I cringed as she used that word. "You are so right, you don’t need me anymore, me the only one that would pick you up from the gutter and give you shelter. It was me, that clothed you and turned you into the woman you are today, mannered and groomed. And yet you betray me in this manner. You are wrong, Blake, dear. So very wrong. You and I had an agreement. I always live up to my end, and I expect the same from the other party. You are no different."
I full out laughed, what did she think she would do to me?
"Blake, this is no laughing matter, I’m afraid. I know about your romps with one certain musical group member. An ex-client, may I remind you. It would serve you well to complete your duty with me. For if not, I’m afraid the publicity for your young lover could prove to be detrimental."
Was she threatening him? Did she believe for one second that she could threaten to hurt him? She hadn’t the means.
"Marie, as I’ve stated before, and you force me to once again repeat. I’m not doing this any more."
It was then that she moved, she grabbed a bag that I had not seen laying on the floor. She removed the contents, a portfolio, filled with pictures, pictures of me with various men, pictures of me with various women, pictures of me with him, with Chris, with Joey, with JC.
I visibly faltered and cursed myself for it.
"Blake, it would be a sad day if these photos were to leak to the press."
"Marie, give me a break," I tried to keep my voice calm, even, to not let her know that I was scared and worried. "Exposing me would just lead to exposing you. You can’t do that, not with re-election right around the corner."
She smiled, a grin forming on her face that sent shivers down my spine.
"I wouldn’t dream of exposing myself. Exposing you is one thing. Just imagine the looks on Justin’s little fans faces when they find out that his girlfriend has fucked the whole group. Just imagine the press’ field day with his squeaky clean imagine. Come now, do you want that to happen to your sweet little Justin? Would you tell on me Blake? Is that what you are thinking? Go ahead. What proof do you have my child? I’m an upstanding citizen, the wife of the governor, you are nothing but a two bit whore. Who are they going to believe?"
She held the cards. I trembled, lowering my body to the floor. There was nothing I could do. She was right, I had no proof. She was right, sending those photos to the press would ruin him. How she obtained them, I hadn’t a clue and didn’t have the strength to ask. I watched her raise from her seat. A smile permanently planted on her face.
"Pull yourself together Blake. I have a very special assignment for you, lasting exactly four weeks. How is that for convenience? I received a call today from a client, he was desperate, needed to see you so bad. I told him that such short notice was going to cost him. He fell right into it. It didn’t matter he said, he would pay any amount. This is going to be very fruitful for us both, you shall see. I tried to explain to him that at some point he would need to move on to a new girl, and he balked that I would even mention such an idea. However, I told him you were leaving in four weeks. That your obligation to me was over at that time. He was shocked and surprised. He couldn’t say anything. And then he said the most wonderful thing. He wanted to have you for as long as he could, he hired you for all four weeks. The cash register sounds went off in my head. You could never imagine how sweet a sound that is. So, you are his, for four weeks. Don’t let me down."
She walked passed me, out the front door, leaving behind one of her burly men. I would assume the reason was so he could watch over me and make me do as she wished. I remained on the floor, her words echoing around me. There was nothing I could do. The tears fell as I started to think of Justin. He would hurry back to the hotel that evening, anxious to spend time with me. His face would be so full of excitement, so boyish. He would enter the suite and find nothing. Sobs racked through my body as I thought of the anguish he would feel, of the terror. I could call him, but I would not. It was better this way. It was better that he didn’t know. For if he knew he would try and save me as he had every time before, and by doing so, he would be ruining himself. I wouldn’t let him do that, I couldn’t. The truth permeated through my brain. By not telling him, I was letting him go. Telling him would only cause him to let me go. One of those situations allowed him his career the other did not. Either way I lost him. It wasn’t a hard decision to make. He could always find another girl.
That thought ripped through me as it entered my mind, ripping at the sinuous muscles of my heart, tearing the newly repaired organ to shreds, undoing all of the strength it had built. I couldn’t let that effect me. I had to pull myself together as I was ordered. I wouldn’t fail him, he had already lost JC. I wouldn’t force him to give up his music as well.
I pulled myself from the floor, retreating up the stairs and into my bedroom. I showered and changed. Not bothering to notice what I was wearing, not bothering with my makeup, what did my appearance matter. I would do what she asked. I would go meet this client, but I would do nothing else, nothing that had made me so good at my job, and nothing that this client was probably looking forward to.
I spent the remainder of the day watching the clock, the minutes slowly ticked away, I was transfixed, not moving, not acknowledging the man that stood by my door. He didn’t talk, and I didn’t attempt to start a conversation. My whole body shook with disgust. I should have known that things were too perfect, that they were too right. Things like that didn’t happen to me. No, as I walked toward the front door, grabbing my purse off the table where I had dropped it many hours prior, I knew, that this was my life. This is what I should have expected, not the love and care of a wonderful man. Only the constant reminder of what I was, and it seemed what I was always destined to be. The strength that I had once felt was gone. I was broken, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
I got in my car. The strange man, would follow me to the hotel, he would stay, watching, making sure I didn’t make a sudden move, or try to flee. Did Marie truly believe I was that stupid? I loved him too much to let her hurt him. I loved him too much to hurt him. I would do as she asked, and I would hate her more and more for it.
I started the vehicle, the digital display reading 6 PM. I should have been in his arms at that moment, should have been able to rid myself of the world. And yet, it wasn’t to be. It was about time I accepted it. The worst four weeks of my life were about to begin.
I arrived at the hotel, a forced calm claiming my body. There was no point in getting hysterical, the emotions wouldn’t solve anything. I placed the apathetic grin on my face and walked into the lobby. He was in room 1721, the piece of paper stated. I held it tight in my hand as I awaited the elevator. The next four weeks would find me in the company of this man. The acid rose up my esophagus with every step that I moved closer. I was sure that if I didn’t get myself under control, I would vomit on his shoes as soon as he answered the door. It was a thought that made me smile successfully pushing the raging torrent back into my stomach. I raised my hand to knock. I took a deep breath and the door opened. It was all I could do to continue to keep my body from revolting. Every muscle tensed, I felt a cold sweat break out across my forehead, I faltered slightly, unsure if I could keep my balance. I took several deep breaths, urging my body to calm down, urging to keep control.
"Blake, come in."
He smiled at me. I clamped a hand over my mouth, the other finding my stomach willing the hysteria to pass. This was worse then I ever could imagine it being. This was no client. This was Justin’s one time best friend. This was the man Justin so desperately needed back in his life. This was the man that didn’t want us together. This was the man that didn’t want me around. This was JC.