CHAPTER FOUR

Even after the experiences of seeing this thing of his, and sucking him off four times now, and studying it with great interest, because it really seemed like it was too much to be real, Nicole felt a little shocked every time she came face to face with the thing. On her knees in from of him, the thing was definitely in her face, and seemed to be mocking her with its half aroused state.

Studying it for a brief moment, she decided, challenge accepted, and took him into her mouth.

She did, really, get off on sucking him. He was tall, strong, and very powerful. After seeing him in action earlier, he aroused her so much she could barely stand it. She wondered, since he seemed so shy about getting a blow job in the lady's room, how he would feel about fucking her up against the wall?

She gently put that thought out of her mind, deciding this wasn't the day or the moment, to find out, though she longed to be stretched open again by this thing again.

The first time she was with him, last week, she fell into a mental state of analyzing, as if she were still on the job, doing the dance. The mood and mentality just slipped in, and it felt so natural to be like that during sex, she didn't even realize what had happened until waking the next morning.

After some review, she decided firmly that she didn't like being so distant from him. Sex was no longer an experiment in psychology or a source for understanding the physiology of human sexuality. It was also not time to engage in mental games with Cole, such as instigating mood changes, or guiding conversations, or making sure he was experiencing the right emotions about her, so that she would be his favorite, and he would leave a good tip.

She didn't want a good tip, she wanted Cole.

Sex was now time for being with Cole, not for her research. In fact, there wasn't a place in her life for her research. She was glad she decided to leave all of her lab, and note books in the apartment. There was no room at Cole's house where they could comfortably fit in.

It took some time, but she could deep-throat him, she taught herself the skill. After sucking, and working his shaft with both of her hands, and warming up her throat by making happy sex noises, she took him all the way down, and was rewarded by a loud, low groan from Cole, and a brief spasm of pleasure in his hips.

"Fucking hell," he breathed.

Nicole reflected that this reward from Cole, was worth far more to her, than a good tip. Money was almost nothing to the men that visited her -- other than in their world it meant everything. Not having enough to buy a building however, was more of a social problem, than a financial one for them.

She had a good deal of money, very close now to a million -- which sounded like a lot, and it was a lot, but not enough to retire in the lifestyle she believed she wanted to a month ago. She felt then that she needed to triple that, and also have a similar portfolio, if she was going to retire from the show.

With the warmth of Cole's gift still glowing in her breasts, she worked, and sucked his cock, while occasionally taking him all the way down -- which was a serious depth to think about, so she chose not to.

It was perhaps ten minutes later, with Cole's low, pleasant moans giving her goosebumps, that she felt from him a peak of emotional power, letting her know that he was close to climax. She felt that power flair before, and it came into her mind looking like a star going supernova.

On the heels of his climax, he jerked, then twisted his hips. His hands were suddenly gripping her head, and then clutching at her hair. She felt a pleasant golden heat rush through her body, which she recognized as being the effects of what she use to call, climax.

Flattening her hands against him, she swallowed him once more, enduring several sharp thrust from his hips, pulsing his orgasm into her.

His abs were clutching up, so he felt like he was looming over her, but once his climax was over, he leaned back against the wall. Nicole spent more than a minute afterward, humming happily, and lavishing his cock with licks, kisses and playful sucks at his over-stimulated head.

I came! I fucking came giving him head! I can't believe that.

But the afterglow was there, and her breasts were flushed. It was undeniably true. It wasn't as strong as a Cole-gasm, the kind she was put through having sex with him, but it was very soothing and warm anyway, and relaxed her shoulders from tensions she wasn't aware she was suffering from.

Standing again, she buttoned and zipped him up, after folding his cock safely away. Then performed a playful jump in order to reach his cheek, and give him a kiss. Then she stepped back, and looked him over. Everything looked good.

Once he passed her inspection, she went to the sink, pulling her brush from her purse, and quickly fixed her hair from the tangles created during his climax.

"All done," she reported with voice that was dangerously close to being girly.

He looked her over, his eyes lazy, and calm, then nodded, and came forward off the wall. "Thanks for pushing me to do that, I feel a lot better now. Not so edgy. Having an edge is good, being edgy sucks."

She nodded to this bit of wisdom, and agreed. Careful and concerned were a good mind-sets to have, in their situation. Paranoia could paralyze you from action, and that would result in greater loses than she was willing to cope with.

Nicole nodded, and then calmly asked, "When would you like to learn about my life as a call girl?"

Cole met her eyes, and then nodded, "Soon, because you are right. I want to know you too. All of you. Because I cherish all of you. But not right now. Now, we need to be ready to see Jim, and that's what I want to focus on. Maybe in the hotel, later, or where ever we are going to be spending the night."

Agreeing she said, "All right, let's go finish our beers."

They walked back to their seats, just as Hank was hanging up the wall phone by the register. He turned, and said in a voice that would reach them, "Cole? Jim is ready for you."

So, instead of sitting down they picked up their bottles and walked together to the office.

CHAPTER FIVE

Big Jim was easily the largest, meanest looking man Nicole had ever laid eyes on in person. He felt like the incarnation of a powerful storm and one that was on the brink of letting loose to level a few cities. His voice, however, though deep and feeling somehow muscular, didn't fit with the outer window dressing when he greeted them both warmly and asked them to sit down. Cole guided her took the offered chairs and they got comfortable.

"I read the note. Thanks for the overview to get me up to speed, but how long have you been guarding her over at your house, Cole?"

"I'm not guarding her; she's living with me."

Jim's eyebrow went up and he leaned back in his large, leather padded desk chair, which complained at his movement with strained squeaks and stressed wood. "I probably shouldn't say this, but I couldn't count the number of women I've seen you spend some time with, but I can't recall any of them ever moving in with you."

"That's because none of them ever did."

"Your choice?" Jim asked.

"Yes," Cole admitted.

"Hmm," Jim mused and came back forward to rest his thick forearms on the surface of the large, antique wooden desk between them. "So this is already fairly serious between you two."

"Yep, pretty serious, boss. For me it's more serious than anything before, real or imagined. Nicole has expressed the same level of commitment enough times that I believe her."