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  Copyright© 2019 Kastil Eavenshade

  ISBN: 978-1-77339-960-7

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  Editor: Audrey Bobak

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  As I started my affirmation that I would finish one of my many half-completed manuscripts only one person came to mind as the inspiration to do that—Doris O'Connor. She showed me no matter what whirlwind was hammering your life, you could do anything. I can't wallow or whine about not having the time to complete any project. I wish I could have told her how much I appreciated her friendship across the pond but in the end, I think she did. In everything we do, she will live on. Thank you for showing me I am good enough and anything is possible.

  DEVIN AND THE PLAYBOY

  Kastil Eavenshade

  Copyright © 2019

  Chapter One

  Devin let the hot water stream down her back. The steam rose and flowed over the top of her glass shower, floating like fog on a cool fall morning. She stretched and groaned, a smile playing on her lips as the delicious soreness of a three-hour session with an especially horny client rippled through her tired muscles. Victor had her wear a pair of vibrating panties during dinner with the explicit instructions that she not make a scene. He promised her a thousand dollars if she controlled herself. She’d nearly decided that the extra money wasn’t worth it. He had tortured her swollen pussy near her breaking point. As a reward, beyond the money, for her following his instructions, Victor had fucked her like mad in the car. The red marks from his vigorous spanking still glowed a bright red beyond the scalding temperature of her shower.

  The afternoon appointment had her calling her agent Mrs. K to get her name off the books for the rest of the day. A normal booking day would have her take on at least two more clients after she washed the remains from her previous engagement away. If she had to be honest about what she really wanted out of her booking with Victor, it was his sexual appetite. His lust highlighted her mundane weekend of vanilla horizontal clients.

  She sighed as her cell phone rang. Mrs. K’s distinctive music broke the spell of the alluring hot shower. She turned off the water and stepped out. The difference in temperature had her sore nipples standing at attention. Perhaps she counted on Victor way too much for excitement in her profession.

  “Hi, Mrs. K. Didn’t you get my message?” Devin scrubbed the towel over her hair before swiping the mirror to take a peek at her reflection.

  “Yes, honey, I did, but I figured you wouldn’t say no to Jack Monterey. He’s got a fundraiser tonight at seven and needs a little arm candy. He requested you and after I told him you weren’t working tonight, he offered triple if I’d get you to say yes.”

  Devin played with her lip. Jack was her most curious customer. Not once had she stripped for his—or her—pleasure. Even at her subtle suggestion of working off just his sexual tension, he’d declined. A man like him could have any woman he wanted, but it was her services he coveted for any event. She was his jewel to show off at the parties and keep the gold-digging vultures off his scent. He even introduced her as his girlfriend on numerous occasions. She played along like a true professional.

  “Oh, what the hell. Tell him I’ll be ready around six o’clock.” She couldn’t blame the handsome devil for never submitting to her charms. Besides, sometimes she enjoyed being pampered for no reason. Someday he was going to make some girl very happy.

  “That’s my girl, Devin. He wants to pick you up.”

  “Oh?” A little deviation from Jack? “Any reason why? I mean, I’ve had men here, but picking me up? Isn’t he worried about a big scene?” One photo from a money-hungry photographer could ruin his clean-cut image. For Jack Monterey, his reputation was everything. He’d inherited his father’s business and the generations that had held that business stretched further than Devin cared to research. On that already solid foundation, he’d built an even stronger empire.

  “I don’t question a client, Devin. You have a change of heart over his request?”

  “No, not really. It’ll save me cab fare.”

  “Enjoy yourself, kitten.”

  “Meow. Goodbye, Mrs. K.” She chuckled as she ended the call. If she was looking for Prince Charming, Jack would fit the bill.

  The Monterey family was well known in New York for their lavish hotels in upper Manhattan. Jack had grown the business by finding diamonds in the rough and turning the properties into five-star resorts. The business had expanded over the years to other countries. She didn’t have a habit of scrutinizing her clients, but Jack’s insistence on only using her as an escort had been too juicy not to check into his dealings. She also suspected he owned some upscale but low-rent areas in Brooklyn.

  His greatest accomplishment, in her book, was his program to help underprivileged families have a vacation of a lifetime. Too bad he’d not thought of it when she was growing up in the shadier side of town. Still, she did all right for herself. Her modest condo in Manhattan was small but good enough. Living in this place in New York City had always been her dream since she lived on the streets of Brooklyn. Plus, her neighbors weren’t nosey about the men who came and went in her place. While a hotel was ideal, sometimes her cozy little bungalow did the trick. The secure entrance kept overeager men from trying to get a freebie by barging in.

  “Okay, Jack.” She smoothed her hands over her bare hips. “Time to give your patrons a show.”

  With Jack, she wouldn’t have to go through her usual routine of picking out a wig and hiding her appearance. He had seen through her disguise on their first meeting and chided her. She felt exposed, but he’d made her forget the awkwardness of shedding her persona. He had only one stipulation after that—he preferred her in shades of pink and anything that hugged her curves.

  She laughed, biting her lower lip. All these years she pretended to be whatever her client wanted and Jack gave her the chance to toss that out the window. She perused her collection of elegant cocktail dresses in the pink section. The shimmering spaghetti strap number, with the back flowing a little longer than the front, would make the evening near perfect. It would also hide the fact she wouldn’t bother with underwear. The thought of anything rubbing against her sensitive parts made her groan and shiver. She only had an hour and a half to get ready. She laid the dress on her bed and headed for her vanity table. In the mirror, she smoothed over her features. Small wrinkles only she seemed to notice framed her eyes. How much longer could she pawn her body for a man’s desires before the phone calls for service stopped?

  Devin blew out a long breath and shook away the dread. Her makeup, near flawless, took her fifteen minutes. In the middle of trying to zip up her dress, the buzzer for the front door chimed. Zipper up, she ran to the screen to see who it was. A man in a trim suit had his back to her, his gaze on the street. The build had to be Jack.

  “Come on up. Third floor, number five.” She rushed to find the perfect pair of heels. The knock on the door came sooner than she expected. With the heels on and one last glance in the mirror, she answered the knock at her door. The man on the other side of the door surprised her. It wasn’t Jack.

  “Stephan?” She cocked her hip. “I didn’t realize I was getting
the full-on treatment tonight.” Her fingers drummed on the doorjamb. Stephan was Jack’s personal assistant. While Devin had met the tall, dark, and brooding man before, her date never sent him to fetch her. Of course, she usually met him at a restaurant by way of cab, so maybe this was normal for the most eligible bachelor this side of New York.

  “I spotted some sneaky photographers following us so Mr. Monterey sent me up to make sure you remembered his tastes.”

  She twirled around and the long flowing part of her outfit fluttered in her self-made breeze. “Do I pass?”

  He grinned. “Lovely as always, Devin. Just one more thing.” He reached in his breast pocket and pulled out a pair of lace panties.

  She sighed and took them from his hands. “That obvious?”

  “More like Mr. Monterey’s on to your tricks.” He winked.

  “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” She winked back and donned his lacy offering. She twirled around. “Better?”

  “Perfect.” He held out his hand and she took it after grabbing a little clutch purse off her table in the small foyer.

  “Anything I need to know?” She’d tangled with Stephan in the past about certain do’s and don’ts when in the presence of Jack Monterey. In some instances, Stephan had taken her aside for a very clipped conversation. Each time, Devin thought she’d lose the contract only to get another booking. Sometimes her wild side didn’t know when to give it a rest.

  “Mr. Monterey will let you know on the way.” Stephan hooked her arm through his. “For now, just be your charming self. Love the lipstick choice, by the way.”

  “Blushing bride. My favorite.” Be herself. Devin wasn’t sure what that really was anymore. She had more personas than the stars in the sky. Jack was one of the rare customers who knew her real name—or at least her first name. Her last name—Murphy—was reserved for her bills and bank account only. The man could charm the pants off her if he attempted it, even tonight when she wanted nothing to do with sex after her last client, despite her playfulness with Stephan regarding the panties. A girl had to rest her greatest asset once and a while. If Mrs. K found out about Devin’s slip up in the name department, she’d be taken off the books for a month. Devin might have managed to save a substantial nest egg, but having a nice condo in Manhattan cost a lot with fees. Pissing off her boss would put a dent in her lifestyle.

  She entered the elevator and Stephan pushed the button for the lobby. The soft hum of descent amplified with their silence. The man who catered to her date was an enigma. Never away from Mr. Monterey for too long, she often caught him staring at her as if one night she’d be called upon to bed them both. Not adverse to a good, old-fashioned ménage a trois, she expected such bookings to be prearranged over spontaneous. Her personal taste meant nothing when it came to getting paid, no matter how devilishly handsome both men were. Devin cleared her throat.

  “May I ask you something?” Devin clutched her little purse.

  “Sure.”

  “Why me? No offense, Stephan, but it’s just…” Devin had no delicate way of putting her question. Her little fantasy of having them both just bubbled her interest even if she still couldn’t sit too comfortably from her last client. “Jack’s the only client I have that doesn’t eventually get around to getting the full benefits, if you know what I mean.”

  “Oh.” Stephan smirked before donning a neutral mask. “He’s a businessman and prefers not to take any chances. Whether or not your employer shows your credentials, he’s very reserved in that regard.”

  Devin regretted asking. Her exotic bubble popped and dissipated. The way Stephan put it, Mr. Monterey must think she was only a high-priced whore with a questionable health record, even if Mrs. K had all her employees tested on a monthly basis with a discreet doctor. Whether or not that held any truth, it stung a little that he thought she didn’t take precautions against sexually transmitted diseases or pregnancy. Both conditions would ruin her future.

  “Besides, he figures this might be a nice change from the regular customers you have.” Stephan turned to her as the elevator slowed. “When’s the last time you went on a date without the expectation of a blowjob or sexual intercourse?”

  Devin sighed. “Did Mr. Monterey ever think that I got into this business because I enjoy those things, but don’t want to be some trick walking the streets of Hunts Point? My job might not be exactly legal, but my employer keeps me safe from the riff-raff. Yes. I am a whore but I’m damn good at what I do.”

  The elevator doors opened and she rushed out, not waiting for Stephan’s gentlemanly aid. Her heels clacked on the tile. If Mrs. K wouldn’t hold it against her for a good long while, Devin would have headed for the stairs and walked back to her apartment. Her night would have gone a lot smoother without Stephan making her feel sullied by her profession.

  Stephan hurried ahead of her and opened the door to the outside. She held her head up, her shoulders relaxing as she covered her skin in her role for the night. One high-priced whore turned socialite coming up.

  One stride forward and she was nose-to-nose with Stephan.

  “It was not my intention to offend you,” he whispered. He pleaded for forgiveness with his smoky gaze and she almost fell for it.

  Instead, she laughed, playing it off like he’d told her something witty. “Now, Stephan, I think you know exactly where that was going. Please, Jack is waiting.”

  “Of course.” Stephan smiled but the warmness did not chase away the brief sadness she noted in his eyes. Had she misjudged him? She shook away the thought. This wasn’t a personal relationship and when they returned her home, she’d go back to the same task as before—waiting for the next fuck-me call.

  He hurried to the car and opened the door for her. She glided into the back seat, scooting next to Jack. Her first glass of champagne was waiting for her in his thick fingers. Stephan joined them on the other side. She lifted her glass before taking her first sip. Jack held his customary rocks glass filled with a honey whiskey.

  “Lovely as ever.” Jack kissed her hand.

  “You pay me well enough I should be.” She cleared her throat. “You’ll have to pardon me, Jack. It’s already been a long day for me. How would you like this evening to go?”

  “Stephan?”

  Devin paused mid-drink at her date’s sharp tone. Stephan shifted in his seat and abandoned choosing from one of the chilled beers on the side of the limo. Devin found his discomfort pleasing to witness. At least Jack valued her for company no matter what her true job entailed. Perhaps this evening wouldn’t start out on such a sour note, after all.

  “I chose my words poorly on her role this evening.” Stephan smoothed his hand on his slacks. “And for that, I am sorry.”

  “Devin?” Jack took her hand.

  Ah, sweet revenge, she thought. She almost had forgotten how much Jack liked both sides of the story.

  “In so many words, he called me a whore.” She sipped some more champagne. “Regardless, he isn’t far from the truth.”

  Jack sighed. “Is that why you think I ask for you? Have I ever treated as anything less than a lady?”

  Devin ran her finger along the top of her glass. “Perhaps I have been the one to misjudge things. And I believe Stephan meant no harm by his words.” She sat back, putting her glass in the holder beside her. Why hold a grudge with someone who wasn’t really part of her life beyond these evenings? “I have to know, Jack, because it’s been on the tip of my tongue each time you request me. Beyond the press trying to get the smallest wind of a scandal, why me? What makes you think I won’t say anything for a little money?”

  “You’d be out of a job, for one.” Jack smirked at her.

  “True, but considering the money I bring in with my other clients, how likely is that?” She plucked his drink out of his hand and swallowed it whole. “Truth is, a girl like me has got to wonder what the great Jack Monterey is like in bed. I’ve been with a lot of men. I’d really like to see how you size up.” If she was compl
etely honest with him, she would have included Stephan in the mix. It wouldn’t be the first time she bedded someone who thought much of their self-importance. She fished out one of the ice cubes from the glass and ran it on her bottom lip before sucking on it briefly. It disappeared into her mouth.

  “Would you believe me if I told you that I haven’t slept with any of the girls I’ve ever dated?”

  Devin frowned. How could a woman resist him or not try every feminine trick to lure him into the sack? “I find it interesting that you elude that you still might be a virgin at your age.”

  “Far from it.” He kissed her hand. “I find that it’s better to know a woman before dwelling on the carnal of the relationship.”

  “We’ll have to agree to disagree on that, but I admire your fortitude nonetheless.” Devin opened her mouth to say more but clamped it shut. She’d never been so forthcoming with any of her clients, but once again, the great Jack Monterey had her blathering like some high school girl at a dance. Beyond her near-succubus need for sex, she had to admit that spending time with him was just as good as getting laid. “Back to business, Jack, if you don’t mind. Stephan said you had some things to discuss?”

  “Yes, indeed I do.” He took his glass back from her and handed it to Stephan. His dutiful assistant set to refill it. “Tonight’s fundraiser is to benefit children who have lost their parents in one form or another, though I do prefer to concentrate on those whose parents were addicts. To help break the cycle, as it were.”

  “I had no idea you were involved in that one.” Devin couldn’t recall the name off the top of her head, but before her bookings became overwhelming, she used to volunteer at a shelter that specialized in getting addicts the treatment they needed without cost. She’d seen her mother struggle for years to quit heroin. Too ravaged by her addiction, her body couldn’t hold on to life any longer. Still, Devin would be proud to say her mother had been clean the last year of her life.