STARS IN HER EYES

PART 1 - CIRCE

CHLOE SLATE

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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CHAPTER 1

When the Uber started driving past houses that were worth more than I would probably make in my lifetime, I began to get concerned.

“Are you, umm, completely sure this is the right way to the address?” I said, passing a house that I was certain I’d seen on a reality show that I half-watched in a hotel room while I waited for a client to finish up her shower. And not the good kind of reality show, either…the kind that was full of obscenely rich people telling the world how interesting and how difficult it was being obscenely rich.

The driver, a woman with a severe haircut and an even more severe way of speaking, looked at me in the rearview.

“You gave me the address, I’m driving you to it, if it’s wrong, you’re wrong.” She scowled, her garnet red lipstick seeping into the furrowed wrinkles brought about by decades of smoking along with the same damn scowling she was doing right now.

I made a mental note to knock her down to three stars and looked down at my phone to review my client.

Erica, 32, had preferences for women with tattoos, piercings, and was looking for someone who wouldn’t have a problem putting her in her place. I fit all three of those, quite well if I may say so, and maybe that’s why I felt so out of place here. Women like this don’t call on workers like me. I knew girls who pulled in clients out here, they had to spend half of what they made on designer clothes and jewelry to keep up appearances, and here I was in a thrifted skirt and a top I stole from Nordstrom.

Cute underwear, though, I never skimped on that, especially when it was a first time with a client. I knew Erica would appreciate the mesh lace that was more or less transparent but made my tits look heavenly, and the panties…well, they didn’t really cover up much at all. More of a framing device.

We passed another house, then the road came to a stop at a massive gate, beyond which was an immaculately kept garden with a large fountain in the center, water spewing from the mouth of a stone angel, surrounded by flowers I had only seen in botany books.

“GPS ends here, I can’t get past the gate.” The driver snapped. I wanted to hit back at her with a bitchy retort, but I was feeling too out of place to think of anything other than ‘fuck off’ so I chose silence as I left the car and walked up to the gate.

I tapped the screen of the small tablet on the gate and looked around as it buzzed whoever was inside. Even though there wasn’t another person around as far as I could see, I couldn’t help but feel like I was being watched, maybe even mocked from afar. Was this a prank? I’d heard of particularly vindictive sex workers who would set up fake client accounts just to draw other girls way out into the middle of nowhere so they’d lose their whole night and waste a couple hundred in ride fares out into the deep reaches of the county, but I was pretty sure the other girls I knew on the roster liked me well enough. Maybe.

“Yes?” The screen lit up with the icon for a speaker, and where there should have been video from the other side, the screen read “SOUND ONLY”. This didn’t make me feel any better about the whole situation.

“Hi, umm, Erica? It’s Circe, from the app.”

A concerning silence lingered on the other end, and I considered just getting a ride out of here and cutting my losses now, even if that meant having to get back in the car with Ms. Severe Haircut.

“Oh, oh my god, yes, hi…umm, sorry, my real name isn’t Erica, I forgot I put that down for the app.” The voice on the other end sounded familiar in a way that I couldn’t place. Maybe she just had that kind of voice, airy and feminine, that women this rich were trained in.

“And my real name isn’t Circe, but, Erica, whoever you are, is this legit or is this some kind of joke?”

“No, um…no. God, I know how this must look, but this isn’t a joke or a scam, I just need…discretion. If you’re not too freaked out and want to come in, I can explain.”

The alarms in my head were going off for good reason. It’s not that the vibes were bad, it’s just that when the pieces of this situation fit together, they did so in strange ways that didn’t exactly instill confidence. But Erica sounded genuine and sweet, and she was paying me at triple my rate, so as long as I didn’t end up wrapped in plastic and dumped in Runyon Canyon, it would probably be worth it.

I looked down into my purse and made sure I had my taser and a knife with me. As if I ever left home without them.

“Yeah, sure, I already came all the way out here, no sense in going back now.”

“Awesome.” Erica giggled a little before the audio feed cut off, and the gate popped open a few inches, inviting me inside.

CHAPTER 2

I walked along the winding path that lead up to the modernist house that was perched on the edge of a cliff. There were no cars in the driveway, save for a single dark red Mercedes, so I was pretty certain this wasn’t some kind of fucked-up ambush.

As I ascended the stairs leading up to the porch, the massive windows gave a clear view of the immaculate interior. I thought it looked a little bit cold, like something from an HGTV show, but it wasn’t any of my business to have an opinion, especially with a client. And as far as client houses went, at least the ones I frequented, this was pretty damn high in the rankings.

As I approached the glossy black front door, it opened, and as soon as my eyes landed on “Erica” in the doorway, my jaw dropped.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I said. I don’t know how I didn’t put the pieces together. The way Erica giggled, her voice, I should have figured it out the second she started talking through the speaker, but I guess I was too focused on not being too weirded out by the whole thing.

“You’re…Sara Dart.”

“Ok, yes, please, come in…I live a half mile off of the road but the paparazzi all have drones now.” Sara said, motioning me to come inside the house. And I guess when one of, actually possibly the most famous person in the world urges you to do something, you kinda just do it.

The moment I entered Sara’s house, the uncanny feelings intensified. I was inside the house of someone who sold out the Rose Bowl for four nights, someone who was able to shut down the Empire State Building and the block surrounding it to film a music video, someone whose songs played in the commercials I heard every day because I was too poor to pay for Premium.

“Ok, what is this really?” I said as Sara approached me in the foyer that I had wandered into in a daze. “If this is a prank or something to humiliate me, just do it and get it over with. Do I have to sign a release or something?”

“God, I knew…I knew this would happen.” Sara screwed up her face in frustration, an emotion someone as mega-famous as her probably rarely experienced. “I know how this looks, and…I don’t have any way to make it look magically less strange or awkward.”

“You could start by maybe explaining why you would pay for a $200 a night sex worker when you could have…” I searched my mind for a comparison, but came up empty, “literally any person on the planet if you asked. You basically run the world.”

“Ok, I’m not that⁠—“

“—Sara, you are that famous. Let’s not bullshit each other here.” I gave her a half smile and saw a spark in her eyes. She wasn’t lying when she said she liked women who put her in her place.

“Ok, yes…I know I’m in a position to do…whatever. But sometimes, when someone like me does…whatever, people start asking questions, and people talk to each other, and…” Sara squinted, seeming to confront a fact that she had to wrangle with every day.

“And the world has to keep thinking you’re straight, don’t they?”

It was probably hard to stun a woman like Sara Dart to silence, but I seemed to be a bit of an expert at it already.

She opened her mouth to answer but stopped and shut her lips again, finally letting out a small sigh of agreement. “They…do think that. And my people tell me I have to keep it that way.”

Some of the doubt that Sara was playing a joke melted away within me, and maybe for the first time I saw a person, not a celebrity. Even though the stakes were obviously different, I’d had plenty of times where I was told that I shouldn’t reveal my true feelings. Hell, when my parents found out that my best friend in high school was a whole lot more than that, I was basically locked away in my bedroom for a year, only allowed to emerge to go to school. If they knew the stuff I got up to with that friend both at school and online during that time, I assume they would have exiled me to the middle of the desert.

“Sorry…I’m…that was a bitchy thing to say.” I said, biting the inside of my lip in my own self-scorn. “You have your own problems, even if they’re…ones few people ever could dream of.”

“Thank you.” Sara said quietly. “I know it’s weird. This is a really fucking weird existence that I didn’t ask for—“ she held up her hand to plead with me to not say something bitchy again, “I also know it lets me have so much goddamn privilege and access to things that people would kill for, but…it’s also really fucking isolating.”

Sara looked at me with pleading eyes, eyes that there’s no way I could say no to, eyes that, despite my reservations, were allowed to feel pain and strife.

I walked over to her and put my arms around her shoulders, my accessories clicking and jangling in the otherwise silent home. “I get it.” I kissed her gently on the cheek, and Sara shuddered. “I mean, I guess the whole point is that I don’t get it, but…I’ll try to understand.”

“Th…thank you.” Sara smiled. “Do you want to, um, see my place a little? Feels a little rude to just keep you in the foyer.”

I nodded and smirked. “Yeah, might as well see how the elite live, right?”

Sara started walking deeper into the house, and I followed behind her. “I’m not going to lie and say you’re not right, Circe…by the way, since you know my real name…”

“Just because you’re too famous for anonymity doesn’t mean I am, Ms. Dart.” I raised an eyebrow at her, an eyebrow that had a piercing through it. Fuck people finding out Sara Dart was sleeping with women, the bigger scandal might be that she fucked girls you’d never think about bringing home to mother.

And for the record, moms fucking love me. I can be so polite. I’m not, usually, but I can put on the charms when I need to.

“Alright, I get that, no real name, how about some kind of fact about yourself since you’ve probably been force-fed every fact about mine for the past ten years.” Sara turned back toward me and leaned back on her heels, giving me a cute look that I admit did work on me.

“Nope. No facts. I’m a phantom, Sara Dart. I come in, I leave, and you’re just left with whatever I give you while I’m here. No backstory, no calls after.”

Sara stared at me, nostrils flared, biting the inside of her cheeks. I knew that she was so accustomed to not being told no about anything that my constant denials and evasions were getting under her skin. It's not that I didn't like her, she seemed nice enough, but for one she was literally paying me to be a bitch to her, and, ok, I also really loved doing it.

“You are so fucking mean and so fucking hot.” She smiled broadly.

“That’s what I’m here for, right?”

Then, in a move that was probably too sudden, that if her security was around right now would have resulted in me being pinned to the ground, I quickly pulled Sara in and pressed my body against hers, tits smashed together. She smelled so unbelievably good, I had to suppress the giddy, girlish joy of her sweetness, because I could tell right now Sara Dart wanted an animal. I kissed up her neck roughly, grazing my teeth against her skin just enough to hint at the potential of biting her before I cradled her chin and drew her face toward mine and locked her into a kiss.

The kiss itself was shockingly normal. I don’t know, when you think about fucking a celebrity, you think it’s going to be like making contact with divinity, that their lips will taste different, that their body will be on a plane of existence you have no reference for. But no, I was just kissing an unbelievably hot girl with pillowy lips and a tongue that felt wet and slick against mine. Heavenly, yes, but altogether human.

“Fuck, Circe, you are…”

I stole another kiss before pulling back. “It’s weird to hear America’s Sweetheart Sara Dart has such a dirty mouth, I gotta say.”

“Well, I think you’re going to find out there’s a lot of things about me that don’t match the image you see on the screen…”

“And in print ads, and on billboards, and…I’m pretty sure you even have a skin in Fortnite.”

“Please shut the fuck up…”

“I guess you’ll need to keep my mouth occupied then, won’t you?” I grabbed Sara’s ass through the silk lounge pants she was wearing and leaned in for another kiss.

“Fuck…where the hell did you come from?” Sara said.

“Silver Lake…and, it was a hell of a car ride out here, so, you better make this trip worth it for me, sweetheart.” I leaned in for another forceful kiss.

CHAPTER 3

“Oh, I’ll make it worth it…” Sara said, stepping backward, deeper into the house, never taking her eyes from me. It was pretty exhilarating to be looked at this way by someone so famous. I mean, I know I’m hot, but that hotness is usually gauged compared to the average person, not a woman who makes the best dressed list and has entertainment reporters falling over themselves whenever she steps on a red carpet. Her point of reference was beyond us mere mortals, and yet here she was, looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.

I took my time exploring Sara with my eyes as I walked her backward through the living room toward her sofa. She was in fantastic shape, and even though it was hidden by her casual clothing, it was a total joy to feel every curve and line of her body. For a body that was so splayed over every piece of media, every curve and bump hyper-analyzed, it was still an act of discovery to feel her under my fingertips. I don’t think I’d ever been with someone so fit, so tuned to be strong enough to do hours-long dance routines but also soft and feminine enough to fool people into thinking she could just be the girl next door.

We tumbled onto what was probably a $50,000 couch, Sara’s hands wandering over my stomach and tits, and mine doing the same to her.

When I felt bold enough to move my left hand up to her small but not too small left breast, my fingers felt something beneath the soft cotton of her shirt that gave me pause.

“Am I feeling what I think I’m feeling, Sara?” I grinned.

“Ok, I might have a good girl image, but I’m not a fucking nun.” Sara said.

“I just could never imagine that Sara Dart would have pierced nipples…”

I could see the spark in Sara as her eyes darkened and the corners of her mouth turned into a smile.

In a quick and aggressive move that took me totally by surprise, Sara shoved me back against the couch and quickly unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons that held her shirt together. “You wanna see them?”

Even if Sara didn’t have me pinned down and unable to move, there’s no way I would have not said yes.

“Please…” I said, laying back and enjoying the show.

In stripping, of course Sara made a show of it. All that choreography, those moves designed to sell sex on screen, they were even more powerful when she was the one buying sex from you. She unbuttoned her shirt and left time for longing, for teasing. It was delicious.

When she finally removed her shirt fully, here tits were as magnificent as I hoped. They were absolutely perfect, soft and looked to be the perfect handful, with small areolas and the pinkest nipples I had ever seen. I couldn’t stop myself from letting out an excited giggle, betraying my witchy vibes.

But here I was, seeing Sara Dart topless, straddling me, a position probably a billion people would die for just the chance of something like this happening.

“Better than you imagined?” Sara pivoted her shoulders like a runway model, giving me a comprehensive view of her astonishingly perfect tits.

“A little smaller than I imagined, if I’m being honest.” I said, holding on to Sara’s hips, letting her know I wasn’t just going to fall over for her.

Sara narrowed her eyes, her bratty energy showing again. “Yeah, like you’re much bigger.”

“Size doesn’t make a difference in how hot someone’s tits are, but…if it’s a competition, yes, they are…”

“Yeah?”

“You can see for yourself.” I squirmed under her to give myself more room against the arm of the couch, exposing my midriff.

Sara took the signal exactly as she should have and reached down, sliding her hands up my hips, catching the hem of the shirt in her thumbs as she moved upward, pulling it up my stomach and over my bra cups. Her face lit up the moment she saw me lying there, exposed to her. “Oh, aren’t you just a work of fucking art…” she leaned down and touched the tattoos that ran up my torso, her fingernails feeling slightly sharp against my sensitive skin.

“Before you ask, there’s no elaborate story behind any of them. I just get what I think will look cool.”

“Well, they are so beautiful, and so…it’s like a gallery…” Sara leaned down and kissed the stinger of the scorpion that was tattooed on my left hip, then followed it up by running her tongue up the length of a dagger that went from the bottom of my ribs to almost my navel.

When her hands moved to the bra clasp at my sternum, I stopped her. I reached over and took her right wrist into my hand. “Not yet. I want you to be forced to see how great my tits look in this bra. I’ll take it off when I’m ready to take it off.” I smiled, reminding her that I was still here to put her in her place, and she seemed to love it.

I grabbed onto Sara and pulled her into a deep and hungry kiss. She was clearly eager for it, begging for something real and alive.

"Also, most of my clients just sort of want me to do the work when it comes to this. You know you don't have to worry about getting me off, right?"

"Would it be…ok if I did want to get you off? I can pay more."

I kept a poker face in the moment, but the idea of Sara Dart wanting to fuck me, not just lay back and receive pleasure, made me barely able to contain myself. I had to admit, even I had fantasies about her, even if I’d only heard her music incidentally and didn’t really engage in celebrity worship. When someone is sold to you as the most important, most charming person in the world, and when she posts pictures in bikinis and bras on Instagram, and you're a horny woman laying in your apartment alone at night…things happen.

Yes, I know I said I didn’t care about her, but I did follow her on social media because it felt like it was almost a law that you had to give reverence to people this famous.

"It's going to cost more if you want to go full girlfriend experience." I said. As much as I was enjoying all this, I did have bills to pay, and I goddamn well knew Sara could pay them without even batting a perfectly mascaraed lash at it.

"How much?"

"Two thousand." My blood ran cold a bit. This was more than I'd ever asked from a client, even ones I had gone full girlfriend experience with and spent entire weekends with them.

"Shit, I mean, I feel like you've already earned five k, but if you want to sell yourself short…"

"You could, um, do pretty much anything you wanted with me for five thousand…" I said, stunned that she would just offer up that amount.

Sara gently stroked along my collarbones, tracing a path down to my breasts with her delicate, soft, angelic hands.

"Then, for five thousand dollars, Circe, I want to know every inch of your body. I haven't been with a woman for so long, I miss it. And I don't know if I've ever been with a woman as sexy as you." She pressed her hips down and grinded against me, then sighed. “Actually, let’s make it an even ten.”

"Really? Are you fucking serious?”

Sara nodded, tracing her fingers along the tops of my bra cups, the eager smile and playful look reminding me this is why she was so goddamn famous. "And, Circe, make no mistake, I've been with women. Models, actors…"

"All the women you say are just your close, close friends?" I slid my hands up Sara’s legs and to her stomach, feeling her taut, smooth abs and the hollows of your hips.

"Not every one of them…I mean, some of them are actually just my friends, but…a lot of them, yeah."

"I don't want to pry too much, but I do have to ask…Nina Torres. Just a friend, or more?"

Despite my previous statements on celebrity worship, Nina Torres was one of the exceptions. Something about the edgy, overblown pop-punk sheen to her image, it did it for me. Fuck off, I also like cool bands too.

"More…but only twice." Sara grinned. "I don't want to ruin your illusions if you like her, so I'll just stop…"

"Oh my god, well now you absolutely have to tell me."

"She's really, really boring. Doesn't like foreplay, won't eat a woman out, even if said woman just blew her mind in a hotel room in Monaco. She's…sort of a bitch, sorry." Sara rolled her eyes, not at me, but at the memory of Nina, I assume.

"Hey, she's not the one straddling me with her shirt off, so I'm OK with it…"

I put away my Nina Torres fantasy and replaced it with my Sara Dart fantasy, which was quickly becoming reality. "So, this is your night, we'll do whatever you want, so what's next, America's Sweetheart?"

"Stop saying it that way…"

"No, I think I'll keep saying it that way." I pushed my thumbs deeper into her hips, teasing her more, gradually increasing the force and power I had over the situation.

Sara pulled her long blonde hair to the side and looked down at me, eyes dark and wanting, and smiled.

"Well then, Circe, you have no idea what's about to happen to you."

"Oh yeah?" I bit my lip in anticipation. I wanted to let Sara's fantasies run wild tonight, and she was paying enough to have my full goddamn attention.

Sara slid off me and took my hand, leading me out of the room, taking me deeper and deeper into her home, deeper into the night, deeper into the dream. "Let's go to my room."

I don't know if I'd ever heard something so enticing.

CHAPTER 4

As she pulled me upstairs and into a bedroom bigger than my entire apartment, I noticed there was an unexpected sweetness to her touch. She wasn't just bringing me here to fuck and leave, and that seemed strange. I genuinely loved being a sex worker, and I was fucking good at it, but it still usually felt like a job, and the clients felt like business transactions. Yes, very pleasurable business transactions, but transactions nonetheless.

And being the good businesswoman I am, I’m pretty efficient with my clients. I sort of pride myself in my ability to make a person come very quickly, no matter what. And for most people, that's exactly what they wanted. They hired a sex worker for a release, for a brief moment of connection to satisfy a need. It's like fast food, probably not great for you in the long run, and you always end up spending more than you thought you would, but you always know exactly what you're getting and how quickly you can get it.

But tonight with Sara seemed more like fine dining. With most clients, I would have already been out the door with a couple hundred bucks stuffed into my bra and jaw muscles that needed some recovery time, but it had been almost an hour now, and we hadn't even really gotten started.

But, maybe the weirdest part was that I found myself enjoying the change of pace, and that I didn’t want to leave. The thousands of extra dollars I would make for it probably had something to do with it, but I think there was also something deeper here. I better not be developing that heart of gold all the movies seem to think women like me have. I like to think I can be above all of this, and that my feelings are mine to control, but every time I look at Sara, every time I touch her, my control of those things seems to slip away bit by bit.

"Sit down," Sara motioned to a massive, circular bed with a black and white checkerboard blanket thrown over it. It was too much bed for anyone, even a 28-year-old global superstar, but it looked comfortable as hell. This thing must have cost tens of thousands of dollars and was probably completely custom. You can’t exactly buy circular sheets at Target.

I walked over to the bed and sat, while Sara stayed close to the wall, watching me, admiring me. She hung there for a bit in the tastefully dim light that filled the room.

"Do you still want me to boss you around?" I said, looking at her. Sara's skin was so perfect, like every single other thing about her. I wondered how it felt to be someone with such few physical flaws.

"God, yes, I do." She looked down and then glanced up at me, the sweetheart routine starting again. “I’m paying you to domme me, Circe, I expect you to do it.”

I grinned, a newfound energy sparking in me. “Then I want you to get on your knees and crawl over here toward me, Sara. I'm not going to ask twice."

I was certain that I saw a tiny hint of pink spread over Sara's face before she nodded and then got to her hands and knees. "Yes, ma'am…"

“I’m not ‘ma’am’, Sara. I’m Circe, and I expect you to address me as such. And if you don’t, well…you don’t want to find out what happens.” I leaned back and looked at my nails, a classic move that I probably leaned on a bit too much, but right now, I was trying to get over the giddy butterflies in my stomach at the fact that I was domming Sara Dart.

I saw the look of arousal grow in her eyes and her body tighten at the orders. She dropped to her hands and knees and padded forward, the muscles of her back rippling and shifting underneath her skin, the silk lounge pants draping over her ass, the light fabric hugging her curves.

Sara moved across the bedroom until she reached the edge of the bed where I sat, my legs parted slightly. She looked up at me, the blue eyes shimmering in the light.

"Do you think you deserve to eat my pussy, Sara Dart?" I said, feeling immensely powerful to be in so much control.

"No, Circe…" She shook her head, looking up at me.

"Good girl…” I looked down at Sara and put my right hand on her chin, holding her up, studying her. "You're a little sweetheart, the idol everyone fantasizes over. But you're straight, remember? What are you even doing with your head between a woman's legs?"

I pushed Sara's chin sideways, directing her lips toward the inside of my thigh. I knew she wanted to kiss me there, but she had the sense to withhold herself.

"And even worse, Sara, this woman, she's covered in tattoos and is wearing fishnets that I'm sure you want to slide your lips all over. Good girls don't associate with women like me. You're not allowed to. We're a bad influence. We could lead you to do things that all those fans picking apart every social media message you write can’t even fathom a pretty little princess like you doing.” I pressed her chin harder, pushing her lips against my thigh, but Sara didn’t engage with it, didn’t kiss me, because I hadn’t given her permission to.

Sara was breathing heavier now, her shoulders rising and falling with anticipation and want. She looked up at me and waited for me to continue. She was melting for me, and I adored it.

"But here we are, you on your knees, me in your own bed, with this good girl wanting nothing more than to eat my pussy. I can see it's the only thing you're thinking about right now, isn't it?" I pulled Sara's face back toward me, seeing the innocence and hesitation in her eyes. She was selling it well, maybe it's why she found herself acting in movies where critics praised her as 'very competent…for a singer.’

"It is…" She said in a whisper. "It's the only thing I want…fuck, please…”

"Look up my skirt, Sara." I spread my legs more, the tight skirt stretching against my thighs, knowing now that there was no doubt Sara could see the special panties I'd worn for this first meeting, the crotch cut out of them, black lace presenting and framing my lips. "Do you see my pussy? Do you see that prize you're begging to taste?"

"I do…oh my god, I do…"

"How bad do you want it?" I traced my thumb over her cheek, feeling the soft warmth of her skin. "How bad do you need my cunt against your mouth right now, Sara Dart?"

"Please…god…oh, fuck, Circe…please."

"Good girl, you're very polite." I said, playing up the dispassionate ice queen persona that Sara seemed to desperately want. "I was only going to give you five seconds, but I think you've earned ten. When I start counting, you can start licking. You'll have to work around my fishnets and panties because you haven't earned the right to fully experience my pussy. If you do a good enough job at it, I might consider it."

"Y--yes, Circe."

"Ok, One…"

Sara immediately darted her head between my legs and started to lick at me. I could feel the soft, wet texture of her tongue and lips through the sheer lace that I was wearing. The rush of her licking at me was intense, and from the way she did it, I could tell she wasn't lying when she said she had plenty of experience with women.

"Two, three…" I let the three hold for longer than a few seconds because she was good. I wasn't going to allow myself to come, but this felt way too amazing to have her stop after just ten seconds.

I felt the lace grow wet from Sara's tongue, and she moved her tongue along to my inner lips, pressing her mouth against them.

"Four, five…" I stabilized my voice and tried to find inner calm. There had to be an illusion that I wasn’t losing my mind over how good this felt. I had to be the detached one, the one making it seem like this was all so boring for me, but on the inside I was on fire. An utterly gorgeous, allegedly straight music superstar was eating me out better than anyone had in years, the hair she probably paid thousands of dollars to make look perfect getting messed up and stuck in the loops of my fishnets.

"Six, seven…you can work a little harder, I barely fucking feel it." I looked down at her as I said the words, her ass tightened, her hands gripping her thighs harder, red nails digging into the pink fabric. Her head moved faster, and she started licking more intensely at my slit. I thought about embroidery, being stuck in traffic, having to wait in line at the grocery, anything to draw my mind away from the intense pleasure of this unbelievable woman eating me like it was her fucking job.

"Eight…nine…" I felt the last number on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to let it out. She was having such a wonderful time, after all. What was wrong with letting it go on?

"Ten…" I sighed. It was the only thing I could do to mask the deep desire I felt for more…more of her mouth, more of her tongue. I was dangerously close to coming, but I knew she'd be disappointed if I did it now. "Stop right now, get your face out of my lap, princess." I growled.

Sara moved away, leaving me wet and exposed to the air. The cool breeze was welcome, since I was so worked up, and I had a few moments to think, to focus on the goal. She looked up at me with eager eyes, her lipstick and blush smeared on her face but still looking sexier than anybody else on earth.

I looked down at her and pursed my lips. "Oh, you're done? I barely noticed that you stopped…" I looked at my short glossy black fingernails, really selling the disinterest. Fuck, maybe I should be in movies. I could do better than ‘very competent’, I think.

"Was that good? Did I do ok?"

I leaned forward and took Sara's face into my hand again, then ran my thumb over her lower lip. I looked her in the eye. "You were fine. I can tell you've eaten pussy before, at least. I hope you didn't think you were getting me anywhere close to coming though, were you?"

"No, not at all…I knew you wouldn't. I know I'm not good enough."

"Good girl." I lightly tapped her on the side of the face with my palm, a playful slap that didn't hurt her, but I'm sure made her feel controlled.

I looked around the room, which was so well-kept it was basically sterile. I'm sure she had a small army of housekeepers that kept everything utterly perfect. "Tell me, Sara Dart, you say you're a good girl, but by the way you eat pussy, I almost suspect that you might be a depraved enough woman to have a sex toy or two around here…"

"Oh my god…" She smiled and looked away from me for a moment. I saw the slightest bit of a blush coming back onto her face, like she had forgotten this part. She was so used to being in control that it had slipped her mind.

"'Oh my god' isn't an answer, Sara. Do you have sex toys in this bedroom? I know people are probably lining up around the door to pleasure you at every moment of the day, but I'm certain even girls as well-fucked as you have a lonely night or two." I crossed my legs and pursed my lips, giving Sara a sultry look. At this point, I was basically dissociating and disappearing into the black cloak of whatever coolly professional domme I was inhabiting. The real me, the Heather under this shell, wanted nothing more than to have sweet, playful sex with Sara, to delight in the joy of making the other person come over and over, slipping into the night on a raft of giggles and moans. But the real Heather couldn't come to the phone right now, and Circe had a job to do.

"I--I have some…"

I shook my head. "That wasn't good enough, I need more information."

"In the nightstand drawer…please…you can do whatever you want with them."

I looked over at the nightstand that was within arm's reach of me, imagining the luxury toys that someone like Sara Dart would use. Did Apple secretly make some kind of super-chic vibrator that only celebrities were allowed to know about? Was there a Louis Vuitton strap-on harness out there in the world?

"Oh, god, Sara, I hope you don't think I'm going to go through the effort to get those things out, do you? That's what slutty little good girls are for." I smirked.

"Oh, yeah, sorry…" She blushed. "I'll get it…"

I watched as she stood up and walked over to the nightstand, her silk pajamas flowing and floating as she did.

"Yeah, why the hell are you still wearing those pants, by the way?" I said. I loved how fucking great they looked on her, but I'd been wondering for too long what she looked like without them, and since I was in this position, why not?

She smiled. "Ok…I'll take them off, Circe…"

Sara slid her hands down over the sides of her pants, hooking her fingers under the waistband. She bit her bottom lip in concentration as she began to slowly shimmy the fabric down her legs, teasing me, tempting me. I should have scolded her for doing it, because Circe probably would have been mad, but she was way too sexy to not just watch and luxuriate in every move.

And then, in a thing that I never thought I would come even remotely close to thinking, Sara Dart was standing in front of me completely naked.

"Shaved…really?" I said, rolling my eyes, "how predictable." In truth, I actually was sort of disappointed in it. I never really liked it when women were completely waxed or shaved, it felt…odd. But I would get over it, for Sara. How charitable of me.

"I don't want to shave it, I have to. When you walk around in leotards and pose in designer swimsuits as a job, people will let you know if they see a stray hair, and they won't be nice about it."

I smiled, this was a very real thing that plagued Sara, I could tell, so I didn't want to give her shit about it. I might be professionally cruel, but I didn't want to make fun of her for having to adhere to beauty standards outside of her control.

Sara slid open the drawer of the nightstand, exposing its contents. At the top of the drawer, there was a rather mundane vibrator, although one of the more expensive looking ones. The everyday nature of it was funny to me. I wonder if other women out there had any idea that they got off with the same $150 PallasTech Electron that their favorite pop idol used.

“Good girl. Is it charged? You probably have someone whose only job it is to make sure all your little toys are fully topped off, don’t you?” This was a bit of a jab, and I wanted to see if it was too far. It was clear that Sara resented some of the more extravagant aspects of her fame, so pointing to the excess and privilege she had seemed like a safe bet.

Sara looked down at the light pink vibe in her palm and pressed the button. A series of softly glowing LEDs under the silicone lit up and pulsed dark green for a couple seconds. It was all very smooth and elegant looking, and I wondered what kind of a massive nerd would put so much attention to detail into something as simple as a battery indicator.

“It’s…fully charged, and…I don’t let them touch the vibes, but, my assistants do make sure my phone never gets below twenty percent battery.” Sarah grinned.

“Charming.” I rolled my eyes. “Hand it to me, now.” I held my palm out, resisting the urge to snap at her. Sara complied again, her movements quick and precise, the excitement in her eyes all too clear.

"Now get on the bed and lay on your back. Right in the middle of this stupid fucking circular bed." I stood up, the soft silicone vibrator in my hand.

"Yes, Circe." Sara nodded and did exactly what I asked, crawling onto the bed and lying down on the pillows, looking up at me with the cutest fucking eyes. I could tell that she wanted me to touch her, she was craving it, and I was going to absolutely deny her the pleasure of it. For now.

I walked around the bed, observing Sara as she laid there, not moving, anticipating my next move. God, her body was such a treat to look at. The glint of the nipple piercings, the curve of her hips leading down to tiny, perfect lips, the hints of muscles under her soft skin. It was like being in an art gallery looking at a marble sculpture, every crease and curve put there with absolute intent.

"Give me your hand." I said, stopping next to her, far enough down the bed so that she could see me.

Sara reached out, her fingers grasping for me, perfectly manicured nails gleaming.

"Why is your palm facing downward, Sara? What the fuck are you doing?"

"I thought…you were coming down to the bed with me, Circe."

"Hah!" I laughed, an evil gasp breaking the sensual silence of the room. "Oh my god, you thought I was going to get in bed with you? Right now? Palm up, Sara, now."

Sara turned her hand upward, and I placed the vibrator onto it.

"Now, Sara, please masturbate for me until you have an orgasm."

Sara looked up at me with a rather annoyed, disgusted look on her face. "OK, hold on…pause, umm, yellow light…you are going to eat me out eventually, though, right?"

"Is this not what you are paying for? The whole denial act?”

"It's just…I feel like you're just sort of doing it, and not enjoying yourself at all, which is no fun for either of us…"

I realized that I had probably relished in this a little too much, and I kicked myself for it. I sat down on the bed and looked at Sara. "Umm…sorry, let me step out of domme mode for a second…I am so, so fucking turned on right now, Sara. I know this is, like, a job, but I'm giddy and trying to keep it in. I am absolutely enjoying this, and I'm not just saying that because you're paying me. I'm having so, so much fun."

"Yeah, but it just feels like…I'm doing this for you. And it's fine! It's good! I just thought I would get a little bit more reciprocation." She laughed nervously.

"So, I should cool it on the ice queen act?"

"A…little?" Sara laughed nervously. "It's fucking hot, it's just…a little overboard."

I nodded and took the vibe back from Sara and tossed it off to the side. "Well then…how about just…eat you out? Would that work for you?"

"It really would, yeah." Sara squinted a little "And, umm…I'd like it if you were naked, too."

I looked down and realized that it had completely slipped my mind that I was still fully clothed. This absolutely had to be a record in my sex work career to be this clothed for this long into a session.

"Oh yeah, totally, just a moment…" I unzipped the side of my skirt, peeling off the fishnets, taking a brief second to marvel at how the black knit of the leggings was coated in wetness, a mix of my own and Sara’s saliva. God, she was good. I turned away from her and pulled the panties down, giving Sara tantalizing glimpses at my body and the tattoos on the backs of my thighs. Tattoos were so commonplace now that nobody even really mentioned them, even with someone as heavily tatted as me, but I could tell that Sara took great pleasure in seeing them, and this girl certainly deserved a show.

I turned around and unhooked my bra, looking down at Sara with a grin. "You know I’m still a little amazed you would go for a girl like me. Guess the delicate little princess act doesn’t tell the whole story sometimes.”

Mmm hmm…and a perfect delicate little princess that wants the edgy goth girl in her bedroom to eat her pussy…" Sara said, curling her fingers, beckoning me to the bed.

CHAPTER 5

I tumbled down to the bed and crawled over to Sara, lying on top of her, pressing my body against hers. I kissed her, tasting the sweetness again, her perfume even more intoxicating to me now that it was mixed with my wetness. I ran my hand along Sara's jawline and moved my other hand down to her breast. Her pierced nipples were hard and waiting, begging to be played with, and I did not deny them. I sucked them gently, getting her back into the moment, feeling her body respond.

I pulled back and looked at Sara's eyes, begging and ready. "OK, just so I know how to proceed, do you still want some of the ice queen, the girl next door, or just Heathe-" I raised my eyebrows as I cut off the last bit of my real name.

Sara smiled broadly and laughed, pulling me down and kissing me. "Well, whatever your name is…I think I want the real you now, and maybe Circe can come back to play later. But you probably should get your mouth somewhere where you can't so easily reveal personal details, right?"

I smiled. She had me, and I loved it.

"Your wish is my command, Sara." I leaned back down, cradling her head, looking at her for a second, taking a mental snapshot. Her eyes looked like sea glass in the low light, her smile inviting and excited. “You think you're ready for it?"

"I am so ready for it…ok, for real, what name should I call you because I love addressing you by some kind of name."

"It's just Heather" I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Cat's out of the bag now, I guess, right?"

"OK, Heather, please…eat me out. I'm desperate, you're driving me fucking wild…”

I pulled myself back to my knees and pushed Sara's legs apart. Her lips were soft, and her pink slit was swollen with excitement. I put the thought out of my mind that I was about to go down on the most famous, most desirable person on the planet, and instead I was just licking a woman's pussy, something I'd done so, so, so, so many times before.

"Wait." Sara said.

I froze and looked up at her. "Oh no, I'm so, so sorry. Did I do something wrong?"

Sara smiled and reached over to me and stroked my face, shaking her head. "No, just…thank you? You've not been all that weird about this, and I know it's a fucked-up situation."

"Sara, with all due respect, I would really prefer it if you thanked me for being normal when I didn't have my mouth three inches from your pussy."

Sara giggled and released my face from her hand. "Very well…"

I smiled, feeling more comfortable, and leaned down, pressing my mouth against the warmth of her body.

I kissed her at first, giving her time to warm up. The soft, delicate sounds of Sara's pleasure made it feel like music to me as I traced my lips over the soft, coral pink lips. Like everything else about her, Sara's labia were even a work of art. It made me want to give her more and more, I wanted to feel her body in ecstasy, feel her tremble, shake, hear her moans grow louder and more desperate, I wanted all of it. I sunk my tongue between the lips, getting my first full taste of her wetness. It was like honey on my tongue, and her moans were something even more beautiful than music. I closed my eyes and felt myself sink deeper and deeper into this place, the warm darkness where my mouth and Sara's pussy were the only things in existence, where the only thing that mattered was her pleasure and my lips. This woman could have anybody else in this position right now, but the fact was that I was the one here doing this, making her twitch, making her moan. I felt like a fucking god.

"Fuckkk…" Sara moaned. "That…fuck, that's good…"

I licked again and again at the warm softness, Sara's juices making it easier to explore the landscape of her body. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down the bed toward me, getting a better angle. Sara ran her hands through my hair, and I could feel she was holding something back.

I popped my head up from her, stopping the licking for a couple seconds. "If you want to pull my hair, you can. I would never even dream of letting other clients do it, but I can tell you want to."

"I'll…be gentle."

"Don't be."

I went back to licking Sara's pussy, and I was elated when I felt that she took my words at face value. She grabbed my hair in her hands and pulled at it, driving my face deeper into her sweetness. It hurt, but I loved the fuck out of it.

She was moaning now, loud and wild, and it only made me go down harder. I swirled my tongue in a circle around her clit and was rewarded with Sara's hands pulling tighter on my hair and her legs closing against me. "Fuck, Heather…right…right fucking there…"

A client calling me by my real name was still strange, but to hear Sara say it with such enthusiasm turned me on even more. I put everything else out of my head and went right to the spot that seemed to drive Sara into a frenzy, sucking gently on it as she squirmed and moaned, my fingers digging deeper into her hips as I kept her steady, keeping the contact going, trying to feel every little movement her body made. I knew I'd probably never get to be here again, so I had to make the best of it.

Sara's breath was ragged, and the grip of her fingers was starting to weaken on my hair. "Heather, fuck…I'm about to come…fuck, don’t stop…”

There was no way I was going to stop.

I closed my lips around the firm, throbbing point of Sara's clit and sucked a little harder, feeling her entire body respond. She cried out again and pulled harder on my hair. "F-fuck…” and that was the moment I gave the most famous person in the world a body shuddering, toe-curling orgasm. Her hips opened up, her body given fully to me, and I made sure to make her feel as incredible as I could in the time I had left. She shook and squirmed, but I did not move until Sara's legs finally loosened and released me. I kissed her soft, wet lips a couple times as I moved away, my mouth sticky with her juices, the scent and taste of her driving my body into a deep arousal, wanting to pounce on her but using my better judgement.

"How was that?" I said, looking up Sara's body, her chest still rising and falling rapidly.

"Heather…god…that was incredible." Sara sat up on her elbows to look down at me, her face and neck blushed. It was so fascinating to see someone who was often so well put together, so pristine, ravished and exhausted.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Sara Dart." I wiped my bottom lip with my tongue, cleaning myself off a little bit for my distinguished client.

"Enjoyed doesn't even begin to cover how I felt about that…it's been a very, very long time since I've had sex that good." Sara glanced over at the space on the bed beside her and then back at me. "And now, Heather, it's my turn to return the favor."

I crawled up the bed and laid down, then opened my legs slightly. "I was going to have some kind of sarcastic, witty comment about this, but I'm sorry, I just genuinely want you to get me off." I laughed a bit.

Sara moved on to her knees, her body glowing in the low light. I could still smell the sex coming off of her.

"Oh, Heather…" Sara said, running her hand down the inside of my leg, making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. "You are just so, so sexy…god…"

I mean, I knew I was hot, but to have someone like her fawning over me was on a different level entirely. It filled me with so many butterflies that I was sure they were going to burst out of my body at that very second in reaction to Sara's admiring gaze.

"So, I have an idea. I'd be more than happy to eat you out, but…I could also take that little vibrator we got out and use it on you, talking to you the entire time as I take you there. You seem to get going so much hearing America's Sweetheart be as filthy as fuck for you, so I wanted to give you the option."

I laughed and covered my face with my hand for a second, trying to gather my composure.

"What?" Sara said.

"You're just…god, you're just so unbelievable, Sara. I…I'm trying not to be a fangirl, but…"

"I get it. This won't ever not be weird. It's really, really tough for someone like me to have anything close to a normal sex life, but…" Sara took the small purple vibe and placed it at the top of my lips, then buzzed it on for just a second. "I can try, right?"

"Mmm, indeed. Oh, um, yes, vibe and dirty talk sounds so fucking hot too, by the way."

"Good…" Sara massaged the tip of the vibe against my lips, grinding it in a circle, "because I wasn't really going to let you have a choice. I want to talk to you, Heather. Watch you." Sara's tone got more sensual and serious, and I was here for it. Her eyes were fixated on the apex of my hips, focusing on giving me pleasure.

"You want me to tell you what I'm doing? How it feels?" She looked up at me.

I nodded, biting my lip. The softness and the intensity in her eyes made my stomach drop, the way she was looking at me made me feel so special, like it wasn't just a favor or a concession, she seemed like she really wanted this.

"Sure…well…you're moving that vibe around my lips, and I can feel the vibration in my clit just a little…" I sat up a little so I could watch what Sara was watching.

Sara moved the tip of the vibe down from my lips to the slit where I was opening up a bit more from the stimulation, "Is this a good spot for the vibrator, Heather?"

"Yes…" I threw my head back before looking back down at Sara, "fuck yes it is."

"Mmm…I like watching the wetness spread out, I just love to see how much something like this can turn a woman on." Sara was pushing in just a little harder with each stroke, getting close but maintaining the tease. I didn't need to be warmed up at all at this point, but I was going to let her do whatever the fuck she wanted if she kept paying such loving attention to my body.

"I…I love how wet I'm getting…it just feels so, so fucking good."

"I'm going to go inside you now, Heather." Sara said, and my head was swimming so much I couldn't do anything more than nod and gulp at the request.

Sara pushed the tip of the vibrator inside of me, the device buzzing and scintillating my already sensitive areas. She smiled as she pushed it in a little further, a couple of inches, enough that I could really feel it.

"Do you know how many times this vibe has been inside me, Heather?" Sara pulled the vibe out and pushed it back in gently, not giving me the full length, just continuously teasing the feeling of fullness. "As sexy as my life seems, I'm here alone more often than not, and this little pink toy and I have been best friends for a while.”

I don't know how Sara knew saying something like that would turn me on so much, but it did. I absolutely loved watching women masturbate, and so filling my head with thoughts of her doing it was hitting all the right spots for me.

"You can push it in deeper…" I moaned, my hands digging into the sheets under my body.

Sara turned her head to the side and smirked. "Bet you'd really like that, wouldn't you?"

"I would…god…yes, I would…" I gasped, the teasing almost too much, but I was putty in Sara's hands.

"When I’m here all alone, lying on this bed, just fucking myself into oblivion…I like to put it in really deep…all the way…" Sara did just that, gliding the vibe inside of me suddenly, and I could feel myself closing around the vibe, the entire oblong shape vibrating inside of me. This is why I preferred the smaller vibes that could fit in my palm, because they could do this exact fucking thing.

"Can you hold it in there for me, baby? Stay still, don't tense up too much, but just keep it right there." Sara pulled her hand back and put it on my thigh.

If there was anything I loved, it was a challenge, and this was a hell of a challenge. I had to work to keep the vibe right where Sara wanted it, my vagina contracting, trying to get a full sense of the vibe. "F-fuck…yes, Sara…"

"That's a good girl. You have such a well-behaved pussy, Heather…" The edge to Sara's voice told me that she maybe liked to dip into the a domme role every once in a while, and I wanted to do nothing but be the best sub for her that I could be.

"Mmm, Sara, but I'm so wet…" I said, trying to keep myself from taking a deep breath, using every bit of my energy to keep my body as still as possible.

"I believe in you…I can see your little pink lips shaking from the vibration, Heather…it's so hot…"

Sara leaned forward and placed her lips against the small patch of pubic hair just above my clit. I could feel the warmth and wetness of her tongue and lips as she kissed me. I held my body as rigid as possible, because if I let myself relax one bit, I would come embarrassingly hard.

"How does the vibrator feel?" She asked, her words sending warm breath against me.

"Fucking…incredible. It's like it's teasing every little part of me…you're…"

"Mmm…you're really worked up, aren't you?" Sara grinned. "Well you've been a good girl, so…" She reached down and placed her fingers against my vulva, pushing down firmly, "I'm going to let you come for me. Right now."

"Sara…"

She shook her head. "Now."

Sara was good to her word, and it was as if my body had been waiting for permission from her, and I couldn't hold back at all. It felt like what I imagined skydiving was like, the moment of release as you tumbled out of the airplane and into the complete freedom around you. My body released all the pent-up passion of the past couple of hours, my veins coursing with pure dopamine. Sara's firmly placed fingers kept the vibe inside of me, each of the hundreds of vibrations every second causing a tiny spark that made the orgasm intensify, my body prickling all over. My moans grew louder and louder and then the orgasm reached an even higher pitch of pleasure, my back arching, my head digging deeper into the bed.

I kept myself in the air as long as I possibly could before Sara moved her fingers to spread me open and let the vibe slip out of me, the clenching and tension of the orgasm pushing it out with no effort, aided by the unbelievable wetness I'd created.

Even after the orgasm had entirely subsided, I still felt myself trembling. "Oh my god…oh…fuck, Sara…"

"Are you…crying?" Sara said.

I opened my eyes and felt a tear roll down, "It's…no, it's a happy tear, that was just…I don't know if I've ever done something that intense."

Sara climbed up my body and embraced me, then kissed the errant streak down my cheek, her lips sweet and comforting. I was still buzzing with so much intensity that I felt my stomach tense at the sensation, threatening to come another time if much more of anything happened.

"Heather…watching that was incredible…it's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen." She was blushing now. "Thank you…"

"Well…" I said, taking a deep breath. "I'd say you're welcome but I think I should be the one thanking you."

Sara smiled sweetly and kissed at the top of my chest.

I looked around at the mess I'd made all over myself, my pussy still aching with the aftermath. I felt like I could sleep for a week, my entire body worn out from the incredible workout. I looked over at the clock on Sara's wall, and somehow it was one in the morning.

"Oh…fuck, it's late, I'm sorry…I'll head out." I said.

"You don't…have to leave…" Sara said, looking innocent and timid for the first time in forever.

I sighed and kissed the top of Sara's head, pushing the hair behind her ears, taking in her gorgeous, glowing features. "I do, I'm afraid, because if I don't leave I'll spend the night."

"Maybe that's what I was hinting at…" Sara smirked.

"Sara…don't you know that all I want to do right now is crawl under your silk sheets and fuck you into next Tuesday…and then stay for a week." I smiled. "But…we're from different worlds, and girls like me don't sleep in the beds of girls like you."

"I'll pay more. How much would a week cost?"

The prospect hit me in a way that probably felt like what the skydiver of my orgasm felt when they pulled the cord and the parachute didn't spring out. This wasn't the kind of person I was. I knew girls that did the whole long-term thing with clients, and I always felt restricted by the prospect of it, even if it meant more money. But I also felt so different about Sara than I did about other clients. I was an expert at giving someone pleasure and bolting the second feelings started creeping in, but something about this felt deeper, safer, more warm.

So, of course, I had to diffuse things by making a dumb joke.

"Are you offering to Pretty Woman me?" I said.

Sara looked down at my legs, my arms, and then my chest, trying to determine how to answer this question. "Is that…what you want?"

"You can't afford me." I giggled.

"I'm sure that might be the case with other clients, but, umm, in case it might not have been clear, I'm irresponsibly fucking rich, Heather."

"Yeah…that's not quite the defense mechanism against you as it usually is…"

"Well then?"

I sat up and rubbed the sides of my face, the moment overwhelming to my already rattled senses. This was such a strange night. I could feel a thousand thoughts trying to claw their way to the surface in my mind, so many of my habits telling me that slowing down even for a second was impossible, that bonding with a client was the first step on the road to ugly crying and accusations, something I'd had plenty of in my own relationships already. But goddamnit, that heart of gold was starting to shimmer under the tarnish, and I couldn't stop ignoring it.

"Let me sleep on it." I said, turning to Sara.

"Sleep on it…here?" Sara said. It was unbearably cute to see her being so needy like this, I don't think she knew how deep she had her hooks into me.

"I'd like a shower first, then sleep on it…here." I gave a half smile. Had to keep at least a bit of that rough exterior up.

Sara nodded, "of course…take your time…and then you can come sleep right here…with me. Just sleep, I promise."

I crawled off the bed and looked over at Sara, lying back against the pillows, the glow from her body seeming to permeate through the room. I looked over at the bathroom attached to the bedroom and pointed to the door. "This one? I mean, I don't want to use your personal shower…"

"Heather, you literally had your tongue inside of me twenty minutes ago. I think we're way past worrying what of my stuff is OK to use." Sara stood up and walked over to me, grabbing me by the shoulder and softly kissing my cheek, "It's a very, very nice shower, and I would love someone as beautiful as you to use it. I'll use the guest room shower to freshen up…one of the five of them, I guess."

I laughed. "Well, alright, if you're going to be so nice about it…see you in a few?"

"Yeah…" Sara grinned, "see you in a few."

And just like that, I was falling down the rabbit hole.

CHAPTER 6

The shower was really, really fucking nice. The entire thing was done in this kind of slate grey stone, but the whole shower was glassed in, so the whole room just felt open and airy.

It had a couple of different showerheads, one directly overhead that hit your body from every angle, and another from the side that sprayed a cool mist, probably based on some overblown pseudoscience bullshit that said you shouldn't let your skin get too hot in order to stay youthful, but…god, it did feel really good.

The entire experience of taking a shower in Sara's personal bathroom, seeing her shampoos and soaps, even her toothbrush and razor on the sink counter, it felt almost too intimate…like, no normal person should know this many useless, inconsequential little details about a mega-celebrity's everyday life. It was hard to imagine Sara Dart having to do something as mundane as putting on deodorant, but as I rubbed probably thirty dollars of conditioner through my hair, there was her half-used stick of Dove for Sensitive Skin.

I put my hands against the wall and let the hot water course down my back. What the fuck was I doing? Standing here in a stranger’s shower, a person who doesn’t know anything about me other than what she had learned in the past couple of hours, and what little she learned wasn’t the real me. She knew Circe, the confident and dominant sex worker who blew her mind and left her wanting more. She didn’t know Heather, the woman who sometimes had anxiety attacks so severe that she has to leave the grocery store suddenly, fighting back tears and dreading having to explain it to her roommates once she got back home to collapse in her room. She didn’t know that a lot of Heather’s tattoos did have meanings, and those meanings were tethers to the memory of a woman she wanted desperately to purge from her mind, but she still couldn’t even though it had been three years since she died.

I turned around and let the hot water spray against my face and hair. I needed to leave. I should not sleep in the same bed as my client, let alone someone as famous as her. It’s not going down a rabbit hole, it’s letting someone in that I have no reason to trust, no way to know if she’s a good person.

And I knew her people would start digging if this went on any longer than tonight. They’d investigate me, they’d see the possession charges. They’d see the felonies. They’d see the Heather that had to die so that this Heather could live. They’d know how literal that statement was.

My past self required my current self to be a phantom. Falling for the most famous woman in the world was the exact opposite of that.

“Hey…” Sara’s voice was quiet and soft under the rush of the water, but enough to shake me out of my terror.

I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the other side of the glass, pink designer robe cinched at the waist, even the most casual looks on her were immaculate.

“Uhh, hi,” I said, wiping water from my face, thankful that it covered the few tears.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just great…this shower’s really nice.” I said, gathering my hair so it wasn’t a tangle of serpents down my back.

“You don’t look ok.”

I smiled weakly.

I saw her hands at the waist, pulling the silk robe off, and I saw that body I was starting to love more and more every minute.

Sara opened the glass door of the shower and stepped inside. “I…I don’t want this to come off as sexual. I’m not coming into the shower to have sex, I just want to hold you.”

Maybe it was because I had already been through so many whiplashes of emotions already tonight, but I didn’t put up any opposition to Sara joining me in the shower. She came behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, closing them and holding me.

This shouldn’t have made me feel safe. This shouldn’t have made me feel comfortable. This was textbook red flag stuff that I’d been warned about. If you let clients get this close, bad shit starts to happen, quickly.

I didn’t want to leave. But that's exactly the reason I had to.

“Sara…”

“Mmm?” She laid her head on my shoulder.

“I really, really enjoyed this. I'm not just telling you this because you're a client, or because you've paid me more than anybody ever has for this stuff. I'm telling you this as Heather." I turned around and held Sara gently by the arms. Her skin felt so soft, so enticing, and those thoughts were only fueling my need to get out of here before I was sucked in entirely. I reached up and turned the shower off, and the silence between us rattled in my head. "But, I know the world you live in is way too crazy for me, and I know you'd be…bored, or something, with someone like me. So, as much as I appreciate the offer to be your Pretty Woman, I just don't think I can handle it."

Sara closed her eyes, and I could tell what I had just told her was painful to her…but as much as I hated it, it was the truth.

She looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowed, a tremble in her lips. "I…I get it. I know. And it was maybe wrong of me to think someone who's not used to…" Sara gestured her hands to indicate the space around her, "all of this stuff. It took me years to get there. So…" She leaned in and kissed me, and I savored her touch again, our naked bodies pressing against each other. This hurt like hell. "I get it, Heather. Can I at least get your phone number so we can talk and have a casual, commitment-free fuck every once in a while?"

There were so many reasons to tell her no, but the look in her eyes was the only reason I had for existing right now.

“Sure.” I said, kicking myself already.

UP NEXT ON STARS IN HER EYES

Heather tries to return to her routine, but her thoughts of Sara persist.

We meet some of Heather’s friends…and clients.

Sara’s already complicated world becomes even more complicated.

One text message could change everything

* * *

A Note from Chloe

Hi! Thank you for taking a chance with Stars in Her Eyes. This novel will be serialized, and formatted much like a TV show, with episodes coming out semi-regularly. I am still planning the story out, and am trying to leave it open for improvisation. This is a bit of an experiment for me, and I’m excited to undertake it.

Length-wise, I am aiming for about 10,000 words per episode, but want to have the ability to release longer and shorter sections depending on the story.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Chloe Slate is an author of steamy sapphic romance stories and novels. She is deeply committed to write stories that are fun, edgy, over the top, and inclusive of people of the LGBTQ+ spectrum in all forms. A former music journalist and academic, Chloe lives in Indianapolis with her wife.

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