Free FreedomofThree by Liberty Stafford Page B

sexy, in demand, but Devon slowly began to realise that he had fallen into the exact same trap. He had become nothing but a doll; a plaything for the rich and horny. He might have been in demand, but it was only for his sexual services. Not one of his clients wanted to talk to him about life, the state of the universe or anything spiritual. All they wanted were his hands, his tongue, his professional cock and his hot oil. Nothing more.
    Late that morning, Devon escorted his first client into his area, offering her some space to undress. Pippa was fairly tall with short, fluffy white hair and carried a small dog, which looked exactly like her, under her bony arm. It yipped at Devon and snarled whenever he came close. Pippa oozed cash. Everything about her spoke volumes about her expensive education, lazy days and indulgent lifestyle; her well formed vowels, the immaculately manicured nails and succulent skin. Another bored rich woman with too much time to decide that her life was boring.
    As she undressed, Devon prepared the bed with fresh towels and spritzed the air with oxygen. From the dressing area, she began to voice her demands.
    “I want the special massage,” Pippa began with wonderful elocution. “You know, I heard from my friend that you give something extra to certain clientele.”
    Gritting his teeth, Devon decided enough was enough. There would be no more special massages. They were special enough as they stood. He had been trained for years and could make a woman melt just by the application of soft pressure in certain, secret places. Pippa might not get what she wanted but Devon was sure she would go away satisfied.
    He began by softly kneading her back, using the special pressure at the base of her back, on the tiny spots known only to a few and he felt her begin to liquefy under his touch. She murmured happily as he worked delicately across her ribs. However, as Devon slid his fingers underneath her sides, Pippa lifted her body so that he was touching the doughy flesh of her breasts and every so often, catching the stub of her nipples.
    Devon bridled. He did not want this anymore. He knew he had created a rod for his own back, so tried to be patient. He pulled his hands away and continued working higher up her back in a safe area.
    Pippa turned over, all aglow, looking like a pretty sprite in the soft lighting and with the relaxing woodland music which played unobtrusively in the background, but he did not put his hands upon her nor kiss the soft, magenta pink lips which pouted provocatively at him.
    “I think I’m ready for more,” she sighed in a feline manner, stretching out in anticipation of the hot, oiled rod she would soon be receiving.
    “I’m sorry.” Devon smiled and stepped politely back a pace. “Those services are no longer available.”
    “What? I’ve been misinformed, have I?”
    “I’m afraid so. If you would like to turn over, I can continue to work on your solar plexus.”
    “You will not! What’s the matter? Am I unattractive to you?”
    “Not at all.”
    “Well then! I want you to get on this table and slip that sweet thing inside me. You won’t regret it. Besides, it’s the only reason I’m here.”
    “I do apologise, but I will regret it. I used to offer those services but I can’t anymore. I just can’t.”
    Pippa bridled angrily. “Does your boss know about your extra services?”
    “No, of course not.”
    “Then I suggest you must have sex with me or at least give me an orgasm of some sort or I will walk out there and tell her exactly what’s been going on behind this door.”
    Devon said in hushed tones, “Please, madam, try to understand me. I want to do better for myself. I’m more than this. I don’t want to earn my living by having sex with strangers.”
    “Then you should not have started! Stop when you like, but not with me. I shall be your last. I’ve been waiting for this appointment almost all week and I’m not about to leave without