The Mistress Exclusive

Our eyes had held for all of two seconds, my breath catching for all of that time before he'd looked away as if dismissing me as no one of importance.

He was the most good looking of all the exclusives, probably the wealthiest also.

He wasn't even old which made me wonder why a guy like him kept a mistress.

Why wasn't he in a serious relationship or married like other young men his age.

He was thirty five years, I knew of his age when I earlier checked out his Wikipedia page.

Young, good looking and Bleeping rich but preferred to keep a mistress.

The highly rated and experienced girl in the agency, Genevieve.

She was one of the highest paid and didn't shut up about it.

The Bleeping career LovePeddler, she treated the other females as lesser mortals and I've about had it with her.

She hadn't stepped up to me yet but if she did, she would know I wasn't the young, docile looking lady people mistook me for.

I was sort of tempted to wonder why she was being let go by Doherty but didn't really feel like tasking my brain.

It was normal for men to get tired of their Lovepeddlers after a while though.

Hope she had saved up for the rainy day? LMAO🤣.

"Mr. Doherty apologises for the delay, Miss Tishe."...... Mr. Doherty's driver appeared before me saying, interrupting my thoughts.

I guessed he was also a security aide of Mr. Doherty's.

He had that trained secret service look going for him dressed in a black suit and dark lensed glasses to match.

Reminded me of Will Smith in The men in black movie.

"It's just Tish, please." I corrected him politely as I didn't like going by my real name in this line of work.

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to order for refreshments?"........ He asked with a glance at my bottled water and half filled glass cup on the table.

"No thanks, I'm good."....... I replied not trusting my nervous body with anything more than water.

"Mr Doherty will be here in a few minutes."......... He said with a curt nod before leaving.

I stared at his retreating back wondering if he was always so stiff.

When my madam had said Mr. Doherty's driver was enroute to pick me, I hadn't expected the tall, broad shouldered bouncer look alike with a perpetually solemn expression.

He looked so imposing and I definitely wouldn't want to get on his wrong side.

So Mr. Doherty would be here in a few minutes, I thought and my tummy got more queasy.

I sipped more of the cool water, hoping to calm myself but doubt it would work.

I had to compose myself. A man like Doherty wouldn't have the patience for nervous little hoes who acted like scared Virgins which they most certainly were not.

Maybe I should order for some alcoholic drink to steady my nerves but knew that would be a bad first impression.

"What if Doherty mistook me for an alcoholic?".......I wondered.

No, I would do this without alcohol. I was sort of on probation, my madam had said so.

"If Mr. Doherty enjoys your performance tonight, then you will become his exclusive." Had been my madam exact words.

I couldn't Bleep this up because of some stupid nerves.

I had to pull myself and act like the classy exclusive bitches at the agency.

I had to act like Gene, loltz.

Opening my handbag, I brought out my makeup pouch.

I knew I probably should do this in the restroom but as the restaurant was empty, I didn't think there was a problem.

Why was it even empty? The time was six thirty pm and starting to get dark.

One would think it was the prime time for business, or.........

I stopped midway through reapplying powder on my face.

Could he have booked the whole place just for us?......I wondered.

Just because of dinner with me?

It sounded insane but it was probably what he did because I couldn't understand why I was the only person in this classy five star restaurant.

I noticed suddenly the front door opened and in came Doherty himself flanked by three impressively built men in dark suits and glasses.

Seemed he kept quite a lot of bouncers on his payroll.

"Dammit." I cursed stuffing the compact back into the make up bag.

Of all the times he has to come in, he had to come in when I was primping myself.

He would think I was a ditz who cared only about her looks.

I nervously got up from my seat, not sure why I did but felt it was the right thing to do.

He was so tall, about six feet six, his perfectly smooth skin glowed.

A rich caramel and his well cut suit did justice to his lean muscled physique.

He wasn't smiling, instead he looked quite irritated.

He was still very good looking but that look on his face wasn't encouraging.

"Hi."....... His cool baritone voice boomed when he got to the table.

His hard stare appraising me, getting me really nervous.

"Tishe?"........he asked

"Tish, Sir." I corrected holding his gaze.

He raised a brow as if surprised that I had the gall to correct him.

He didn't offer his hand so I stood there staring at him as he did the same to me.

His gaze roved over me slowly, taking all of me in and I struggled not to be embarrassed.

Why should I be when I knew what I was, a tool to be used for his pleasure.

I hoped he liked what he saw because I had gone through quite a lot with the short notice I'd had from my madam.

I already shaved everywhere shavable except my hair, eyebrows and lashes.

I earlier had a slow bath and applied some special lotions and scents, some girls at the agency had introduced to me.

I was wearing a white lace sleeveless shift dress that barely reached my mid thighs and underneath.

I was putting on something I hoped he would find alluring.

"Sit please."........ He said briskly as he pulled a chair.

His security team were nowhere to be seen now but I guessed they were close by.

"You're not having anything to eat?".......he asked, looking straight into my eyes.

"Errrrrmmm..no. I'm not hungry." .......I said noticing his slight accent. British.

"Hmm." He said, and I caught a hint of disapproval in his gaze.

I couldn't afford to make a bad impression so I hurriedly added.

"I will have something a little later."

"So, Patty told you I'd like you to be my exclusive... that's if I find you to my liking of course."........he said sarcastically.

"Uh.. Yes sir."..... I replied surmising on my own that he referred to my madam, as Patty.

"And you're fine with the arrangement?"......he asked.

I shrugged trying to be calm when I was really thinking if this guy as crazy.

Of course I was elated.

"Yes, I'm fine with it."......i replied.

"I must warn you that I am not an easy man to please, I can be quite demanding.

What do you do? Or is this your full time job?"........he asked.

Not having time to ponder what he meant about being demanding, I sat up straight as I suddenly realised this was a job interview of sorts.

"No Sir." I began, I was definitely no career LovePeddler.

"I'm a part time student, I'm presently studying fashion and design at the Bloomsbury Fashion Academy."

I said proudly and thought I saw something cross his features.

He was impressed and I mentally ticked my appraisal scorecard, one point in my favour.

" Do you have a boyfriend or lover?".......he asked.

"Umm, No Sir.".......i replied.

"Could you quit the Sir? My name is Richard or even Ritchie, please use whichever you are comfortable with." He instructed quite impatiently and I nodded.

"So you mean no boyfriend's, How come?"........he asked again.

I thought carefully for a second before replying.

Truthfully I was on a break from serious relationships as I had one of the worst track records ever.

"I'm too busy for a relationship." I told him.

"Okay.... I understand that you are quite busy with your studies. I won't make unnecessary demands on your time but you will be free weekends and evenings?"

"Yes Sir, I have classes only four days in a week. I am definitely free, Sir." I said too quickly to realise how over eager I sounded until it was too late.

He smirked slightly,

"I'm sure you are crazy, And it's Richard, remember?"......he said angrily, while I nodded in response.

"Yes, sorry Sir.....I mean Sorry Richard." I stammered like a fool.

He quirked his head slightly to the side, the smirk still on his lips as he quietly stared at me some more.

I held his dark hooded gaze, surprised that I could but I had to show him I wasn't some spineless nervous girl.

Something told me any show of nervousness would put him off.

He seemed like an impatient man with no time for fretty females.

"Okay then, I'm done with my questions, could we adjourn to the penthouse?" he said getting up.

I frowned also getting up from my seat,

"Penthouse, where?"........I asked.

"Yes. It's my hotel and I have the Penthouse to myself."........he replied, without looking at me

His hotel, seriously? He probably owned the restaurant also.

No wonder he could close it down suddenly to entertain me, his mistress to be.

"Shall we?" He gestured for me to come over to him and he'd just had a hand over my arm when the exit door burst open.

We both turned and I was surprised to see Gene, his former exclusive stomping toward us and looking angry as hell.

Mr. Doherty's security aides appeared and made to block her approach.

"Ritchie! Ritchie! You dumped me for this trash, how dare you, how?".....she yelled

"Please go with Joe here, he'll escort you to the suite. I need to take care of this..."

He then pulled me closer to him, so that his breath fanned my neck as he spoke into my ear. "Get under the sheets and get Unclad before I arrive."

As sir Richard as instructed earlier, when I got to the penthouse, I immediately got unclad.

I was naked. Halfway there anyway, as I had chosen to keep on my very sexy net lingerie.

It was too sexy to be removed, so I felt. I'd kept it on with hopes that Doherty would take it off himself.

This was still quite surreal to me and I was still nervous as fu.ck.

His penthouse suite was magnificent. Exquisitely furnished, they had definitely not held back on expenses.

I couldn't believe I was here, waiting for Richard Doherty himself.

For a second I wondered what he meant by being a hard man to please.

I might not be an expert whöre but I certainly knew how to do the basics well enough.

The agency had also given us a course on the art of giving pleasure and so far my clients had always been satisfied with my performance.

I doubt there was anything he wanted that I couldn't do for him.

I glanced at the coffee table where a bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket.

I looked at it longingly needing a glass of the drink.

Pulling back the covers, I stepped out of the bed and made for the table, walking past a floor to length mirror, I paused and stared at it for a while admiring my body in the white, net, figure hugging lingerie that left nothing to the imagination.

I was pretty, not hot like many of the girls at the agency but I certainly had a charm of my own.

I was five feet seven inches tall with smooth bronze skin.

I wasn't fleshy though, but I was well endowed in the places that mattered.

My breasts filled out a double d cup comfortably and my my hips curvy enough to get stares from the men folk.

My Buttocks protruded in a greater proportion to my waist which was why I wore free flowing clothes especially when off agency duty.

I didn't like calling undue attention to my assets especially when someone wasn't paying for it.

I proceeded with opening the drink and was almost done when the doors to the escalator opened.

I glanced over and saw Joe, the bodyguard who had picked me from home.

He was behind Richard whose gaze met mine.

A sudden frown appeared across his features as he eyed my outfit.

I wondered if it wasn't to his liking.

He stepped out of the elevator and the doors closed behind him.

Closing off Joe who remained in the escalator as it returned downstairs, but not after he must have had his fill of my Unclad body.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?"............Richard snapped, a furious expression marring his handsome features.

"Sir..... umm I mean did I do something wrong?"..........I asked wondering what I'd done.

He walked over to where I was standing and looking perplexed, champagne bottle in one hand and bottle opener in the other.

"Did you do something wrong?" ...........He asked me back.

"Did you fucking do something wrong? Seriously?".........he asked, I could tell the disgust in his voice, but I kept mute.

"I left you with instructions, Instructions which were meant to be kept but no fucking way, you prefer standing here in your na.ked glory, showcasing your Buttocks and breasts for all who care to look, isn't it?"..........he yelled.

I stared at him stunned and unsure of what to say.

"Drop those."...........He said curtly pointing at the bottle and opener I was holding.

I quickly dropped them and straightened back up to look at him.

He held my gaze as he stepped closer to me, looking down at me as he was so tall.

"You enjoy people watching you, don't you"...........He said quietly running a hand lightly down the side of my face.

I shivered a bit with every of his touch, i felt like I was gently electrocuted.

"You know the effect your body has on men and that's why you exhibit yourself, to tempt them, isn't it?"............he asked in a whisper.

His gaze held mine entranced but I managed to shake my head.

That had never been my aim and I felt he needed to know it.

"I...I just needed a drink, I'd not"........I replied, stammering but he interrupted me.

"Shut up"...........He cut me off and I did.

He sighed taking his eyes off me and shaking his own head.

"Tishe, when I give you an instruction, I expect it to be followed. If I say get into bed and wait for me, you get your fücking Buttocks into the fuçking bed"...........he said harshly.

I simply kept mute staring at him like I was a zombie.

"I don't give a fuçk if you need to pee or whatever. If I say you get into bed naked, you fuçking get into bed naked and stay there till when ever I have time for you!!!!!!"..........he barked.