Page 5 of The Journal of Josie
James rolled on his side, watching both of us. “He was about to come herewithoutthe doughnuts. What a freak.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. It was the honest kind, rumbling from the depths of my chest. “Doughnuts or not, I’m glad you came around,” I told them.
Hudson’s lips twitched as if he were holding back a smile before he finally forced himself to stand up, gathering his clothes, which were still tossed over my wooden floor.
“I’m sure you are,” he commented. James accompanied him, retrieving his clothes as well, while I remained on the bed. Satisfied. Filled up with his cum, which I didn’t bother to clean up yet. “Why don’t you come around Chicago sometime? We’d be happy to show you around.”
“I can’t. Not right now. Blush is doing great, but there’s a whole lot of work that needs to be done. You know how it is. I’m a control freak. If you want something to be done around here, you’ve got to do it yourself.”
Hudson’s smile radiated pride. “I’m proud of you, Josie. I knew you could do it.”
I watched them as they returned to their usual attires—suits that fit them perfectly, and dashing smiles that wouldn’t have anyone suspect they had just fucked me together. Somehow, that only made the entire encounter that much sweeter.
“I do thank you for the sweet treat.”
“Anytime, sugar,” James replied. “We’ll see you around, all right?”
I nodded. We didn’t bother with kisses or goodbyes—not when we knew this would happen again. It was only a matter of when.
Five
Ihadn’t been this satisfied in a long time. Sure, I am able to pick and choose my own clients. With how well Blush is doing, I can allow myself the luxury of seeing only my favorite clients. It took me a long time to get there, but it was all worth it. I started from the bottom, and now I am at the top, owning one of the most influential escorting establishments in New York.
Still, nothing can beat Hudson, particularly when James joins him. Perhaps it is the nostalgia, or maybe he is just that good with his cock. I can’t tell you. All I know is that something about him keeps pulling me toward them, and I’m not willing to resist it. Life is too damn short for it, anyway.
If there is one guy I always feel safe with, it is Hudson. From the moment we met when I worked as a stripper, he has never let me down. James has a similar personality—kind and non-threatening. My intuition tells me they are good, and intuition is everything in this line of work. I am lucky to have them, and even more lucky that they keep me satisfied.
After they left, it took me half an hour to finally force myself to get out of bed and into the shower. Hot water against my skin soothed every strained muscle, but my pussy continued to ache from the roughness of Hudson’s movements…
I smiled, thinking of them again. The lingering feelings were present every time for a few days after they left, but I couldn’t help myself, even if I didn’t take them too seriously. I accepted the things for what they were, and I didn’t mind it the slightest bit.
Once I was out of the shower, I contemplated fucking myself while my sheets still smelled like them, but I decided against it, settling to journal to keep this memory alive for as long as possible. Or until the next time they visit me, at least, and fill me with their cocks once more.
Hopefully, that fantasy will be satisfied sooner rather than later.
THE END
