Overlooked(2)(134)
“Put your feet there and there,” I say as I raise the footrest.
Eloise does as I say, and I take a seat to begin my assessment. I squirt some hand sanitizer onto my palm and massage it in. Opening my bottom drawer, I pull out a new pair of latex gloves.
“I hate wearing latex gloves,” Eloise says.
I look up, and her dark eyes are wide, staring at me.
“Me too, but gotta follow protocol.”
She has no idea how much I hate these gloves right now. I want to feel her skin against mine. Why did I pull them out of the drawer?
While I pull them on, her eyes are fixated on my right hand. The back of it is covered in a roaring lion tattoo.
“I like your tattoo,” she says.
“Yeah? I didn’t figure you for much of a tattoo person.”
She shrugs, “I’m not really, but I love animals.”
“Yeah, you like lions?”
“Love them, but I prefer tigers.”
“Are they your favorite animal?”
“No, rabbits are my favorite.”
I chuckle. Of course she’d like bunnies best, look at her.
“I can always design you a fluffy little bunny to tattoo on your thigh.”
“Oh, no. I definitely don’t want a tattoo,” she says, her eyes wide and her head recoiled into the chair.
“Right, just the pussy piercing then.”
Eloise’s body shifts, and I regret saying the word pussy. It just slipped out. I hope she doesn’t run out of here.
“Well, I haven’t decided for sure yet. I need to know what I can have first. And some more information.”
“Information? Like what? The healing time? I thought Kaylee went over all that with you.” I drop my hands to my thighs, and continue. “It can take up to six months. It’s best if you clean the area with a saline solution several times a day. You can have sex while it heals, but you have to be careful. Gentle. No swinging from chandeliers. And you have to keep it clean so it doesn’t get infected. So no oral sex without a dental dam.”
Her eyes widen and then squeeze shut as I speak, and she looks more and more confused.
“Just tell your boyfriend to be cautious,” I say.
“I don’t have a boyfriend.”
That’s music to my ears. Not that I want to be her boyfriend in any way. I just want to fuck her.
“Okay, so the next guy you pick up in a bar has to go easy with you.”
“I don’t pick up men in bars,” she snaps, and moves to stand.
I block her escape route with my body, and say, “Sorry, I’m just joking around.”
“What happened to you being a professional?”
“I am professional. I’m trying to relax my nervous client.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“No?” I quirk an eyebrow at her.
“Fine. Wouldn’t everyone be in this situation?”
Without thinking, I put my hands on her thighs and rub them.
Eloise
Even with his gloves and my skirt separating our skin, something electric flies between us. I try to ignore it and focus on why I’m here.
“What about with just me?” I ask, my cheeks blazing.
Gabe furrows his brow for a moment before a look of understanding washes over his face.
“You mean solo play?” he grins.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “Yes.”
“I guess that depends on how hard you like to go at yourself.”
“Somehow I imagine it’s less vigorous than you go at yourself.”
He laughs, his shoulders jiggling. The rich sound cuts through the tension in the air, and I can’t help but laugh as well.
“You’ll be able to feel when it’s too much, but try not to rub the piercing. The most important thing while it heals is to keep the area clean. So if you use lube, be sure to wash when you’re done.”
I mentally picture my favorite vibrator sitting on my bedside table, waiting for me with fresh batteries. If I go through with this, will it be too sore to use today?
The thought of laying back on my bed in bliss fuels me with the need to carry through with this. Out of nowhere, the image of Gabe running his hands up my body and planting his lips on mine flashes through my mind. Heat rushes through my body at the thought.
“Do you have the same problem by yourself as you do when you’re with a guy?” Gabe asks, snapping me out of my daydream.
His hands are heavy on my thighs, grounding me to the chair. His intense eyes blaze into mine, and I’m unable to lie to him.
“Usually,” I admit.
“Well, a piercing will certainly help.”
“You really think so?” I ask, hopeful.
“You won’t know until you have it, but in my experience it will make a difference.”
I manage a weak smile. Gabe’s done a good job at relaxing me, but there’s still something about him that intimidates me.