Someone Out There Loves You

*Gerard POV*

I did my best to drown out the annoying high pitch moans coming from Claire’s mouth. If I paid attention to it, it would definitely put me off my rhythm and Claire was one of those Clients’ that was an ‘In-Out’ job. I never got any true gratification from her, but she paid me for that. Quite handsomely too, so I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw to balance out the irritation and I continued thrusting into her harshly. In most cases I would enjoy the fact that I could be as rough as I wanted as she laid beneath me, but the way she arched her back and tried to dictate the speed of things by gripping my hips took away from the pleasure. It took everything in me to not hold her hips down and gain back a bit of control, but that wasn’t my job. The bigger her orgasm the better the pay so I had to suck it up, grit my teeth and just hope she’d finish soon. I was on edge today, to the point where I almost cancelled my regular ‘appointment’ but the generous pay was too much to give up. Finally I felt her entire body clench, her arms tightened around as I felt her internal muscles squeeze around me. It wasn’t enough to get me my release though like badly written erotica novels would lead you to believe. I waited an appropriate amount of time before pulling out of her, still hard and breathing heavily from the exertion. She gladly let me go; giggling a little as she recovered her own laboured breath.

​​​‘You never fail to disappoint Way.’

​​​‘I aim to please’ I muttered dryly, thinly veiling my sarcasm. She wouldn’t hear the venomous undertone in my voice. She had gotten off and that was all she cared about. It was the same every Saturday afternoon. I’d come to her place , screw her brains out for half an hour and leave with another grand in my pocket. I didn’t say anything else as I pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash can near the bed. I got dressed, ignoring my hard on as I rearranged myself in my jeans. Thankfully I had worn my loose fitting pair today otherwise it would’ve been a problem walking down a busy street with an obvious hard on. She stood up and threw a thigh length shirt on, before walking out of the bedroom, heading into the living room. I had just finished buttoning my shirt when she came back, a wad of green notes in her hand. It was the same routine every week, so any awkwardness was well gone by now. We had a mutual understanding of where we stood with each other.

​​​‘Thanks again. I won’t be around next weekend, I have a girlie weekend planned in San Francisco. I’ll see you the following Saturday’ she told me in a businesslike manner while handing the cash over to me. I didn’t bother counting it before stuffing it in my back pocket. We’d had this arrangement going for the last year so I knew I could trust her. I flashed a quick smile.

​​​‘Don’t miss me too much doll.’

​​​She scoffed playfully.

​​​‘I’ll try my best kid. Take care of yourself, see you soon.’

​​​I strolled out of her penthouse apartment, acting as though I had every right to be in one of the fanciest apartment blocks in the city. I wasn’t ashamed of who I was. I had sex for money, but I was fortunate enough to have made a name for myself with the city’s socialites, business women and bored rich housewives. I was picky about who I added to my client list. That trick was enough to make me more desirable, on top of my reputation for never failing to satisfy. I didn’t walk the streets like some of my female counter parts. I didn’t have to screw any unattractive women. Most of my clients were well groomed, well kept or well paid women who cared about their appearance. Even the slightly older ones like Claire looked half their age. Most of them were just frustrated women who found it hard to find a man who wasn’t intimated by their success in the world, or middle aged housewives of rich men who were too busy screwing their mistresses to pay attention to their wives. I filled a void in society, and I got pay it deserved. The only downside to my job was the occasional hard on I was left with when I did my job too well. The women didn’t care about whether I was left hanging, which never normally bothered me. Today was an off day though. I had been restless and agitated all day, my blood was prickling under my skin to the point where I was subconsciously clenching my fists that hung by my sides. My jaw was still held tightly, my teeth grit as though I was aiming for a fight.

​​​I stepped into a coffee shop on my way back home, my feet taking me there automatically as my mind wandered. Maybe I was just frustrated by the fact it’d been so long since I had sex just solely for the pleasure of it. My line of work meant relationships were out of the question for me and I had so much sex that one night stands weren’t my thing anymore. Besides, I needed to keep my strength and stamina for the clients. Another myth that Mills and Boon projected was that men could get a hard on within seconds after an orgasm. Believe me, if it were I’d be making twice the money I earn. I ordered my Americano with creamer and sugar to go without fully registering the fact I was talking to a human being. I pulled my wallet out and handed the guy the first note I latched onto to. It was muscle memory that made me move to my right and wait for the barista to make my coffee. I took the freshly made coffee the minute it was put down on the wooden counter, walking out of there with haste as I rushed home to my apartment that was just down the road. My lifestyle meant I was able to afford to rent a rather nice apartment in one of the more sought after areas. On a bad week I pulled in about three grand. A good week I could get anything up to eight if I stretched myself. It was a two bedroom place, with a large living area, a separate kitchen that was quite modern and a bathroom. It had been decorated by the previous occupant who had given it a very modern look. It wasn’t exactly to my taste, but I didn’t change it. It was nice enough the way it was, and it wasn’t as though I had many people over who would care about the decor.

​​​I spent the next couple of hours restlessly pacing my apartment in between sketching on my IPad. I couldn’t get the lingering frustration from earlier out of my system. For the first time in a very long time I wanted to go out and get laid. I didn’t want to fuck someone to get them off, I wanted to find someone who wanted to please me as well. Or at the very least, find someone who would let me screw them the way I needed. It was a sudden snap decision that led to me hop into the shower quickly, washing Claire’s scent off me from earlier with the intention of heading out tonight. I didn’t have to think about where I was going. I was a regular at Delilah’s, one of the most exclusive clubs in the city. On occasion I went there to find new clients or bump into one of the more irregular ones who were looking for a quick screw. I wasn’t going for work tonight though. Tonight was going to be all about me. I pulled on a grey shirt and black jeans, not too concerned about my appearance. I never had too much trouble picking up women since I left my awkward fat teen years behind, and once you weren’t dressed too shabbily it was easy to pick someone up. I left my hair un-styled as per usual. I didn’t have it in me to spend hours doing my hair, or even five minutes. I made sure I had my wallet and my keys before slamming my apartment door behind me.

​​​I decided to walk to the club, enjoying the fresh air even as it chilled me to the bone. I had a car but I rarely used it unless a client lived outside the city. Walking was a way for me to clear my head; it relaxed me and calmed me down. It gave me time to think, sometimes it even gave me some inspiration to paint or draw something. Right now it was calming me down and bringing my frustration down a notch. I didn’t have a plan as such because experience taught me that I didn’t really need one. I didn’t have a type when it came to women, or at least not in terms of physicality. I admired beauty and attractive features like any other person, and to me a curvy blond was just as beautiful as a willowy brunette. I didn’t care too much about the parcel tonight, as long as it was pretty and easy to unwrap. Personality was the biggest attraction for me when it came to the opposite sex. I admired strong women who were articulate and honest, who were easy to talk to and had an open mind. That didn’t matter to me tonight though. I wasn’t on the hunt for a relationship. In fact it was probably the farthest thing from my mind right then and it would be for the foreseeable future. I wasn’t a candidate for anything beyond a quick screw. My ‘lifestyle’ was incompatible to any sort of commitment, even a loose one. I couldn’t dedicate time to anyone other than clients and the few friends I managed to maintain over the years. As lonely as it was at times, I couldn’t make myself change it. I had tried and failed to make it into the comic book industry, managing to scrap internships but never a paid job. I had no other options that would help me maintain the lifestyle I had created for myself. No other job would pay me as well for the little amount of effort I put into it.

​​​I finally made it to the club. There was a long line which consisted of mostly females who were huddling together to fight the cold nip in the air. I was fortunate enough to know the bouncers of the club. They knew what I did for a living, and how much my ‘services’ were appreciated by the members who frequented the club. As long as I conducted the business outside of the club they had no problem with me scoping for clients. With a curt nod they let me skip the queue and go inside, where I flashed my member’s card to skip the fee. I paid a high price for the luxury. Their annual fee was extortionate to the extreme, but it was a worthwhile investment for my line of work. The price to partake in the exclusivity of the club ensured that any potential client could well afford my time. Plus, it was one of those clubs that anyone who was somebody worth knowing attended. Celebrities weren’t an irregular occurrence in this place, and one of my ambitions in life was to score one of them. I made my way straight to the bar, not caring to take in my surroundings. I needed a drink to simmer me down a little. The bar tenders recognised me, and I ignored the knowing smirks on their face. I ordered a beer, and took a large gulp when it was placed in front of me. I repeated this a couple of times before turning around and scoping the place for suitable candidates. I was a little disappointed with the turnout when I realised I didn’t see anyone who got my attention right away. It may sound callous and harsh, but tonight was about what I wanted for once. I sighed, almost giving up when someone caught my eye.

​​​​​​She had dark hair, piercing eyes and a slim build which was encased in a rather clingy dress. She was sitting down in one of the booths with two other women, one of them another admittedly attractive brunette who seemed to be shorter in height and a pale red head who would been deemed pretty if she didn’t look so bored and uninterested. The tall brunette held my gaze for a moment, before whispering to her dark haired friend, whose eyes seemed to widen in shock at her words. She stood up, fixing her dress while keeping her eyes on me. She tilted her head a fraction, gesturing for me to follow her. I downed my beer with a self satisfied smirk, slamming it down a little too hard before quickly catching up with her. I found her by the toilets.

​​​‘You’re Gerard, aren’t you?’ she spoke the moment I was within earshot.

​​​I held in my sigh and nodded, realising that this wasn’t going to go my way.

​​​‘And who are you?’ I responded, amused at her abruptness. She was a fiery one, and definitely not the kind of person I wanted tonight.

​​​‘The name’s Andrea, my boss is one of your clients, Claire.’

​​​‘I’m not working tonight love…but if you want a little fun I’m sure we can arrange something another time.’

​​​‘It’s not for me. My friend, she’s going through a bit of a dry spell for the last while and she really needs to get back into action. She’s being a little…difficult though, because her dick of an ex boyfriend completely shattered her confidence. She says she doesn’t want to get with anybody but I think all she needs is for someone to show a bit of interest. I was hoping maybe you could help. I’ve heard you’re a charming guy, if anybody can get her to… loosen up a bit I’m sure you can.’

​​​This sounded like an opportunity I was looking for. It would be a challenge of sorts. I found myself relishing the thought of the chase. Maybe this was what I needed, somebody who wasn’t gagging to get off. She didn’t know who I was so there would be no expectation for me to go above and beyond to please her. The thought made me grin. She would take some convincing, and if I played my cards right I could have her exactly where I want her.

​​​‘I assume you’re talking about one of the two ladies you’re with tonight?’ I asked, unashamedly intrigued.

​​​‘The red head in the blue dress. Her name’s Chloe. I’ll pay you whatever you want, but don’t let her know what you do for a living. She’ll freak if she realises I’m paying you and it will only make the situation worse.’

​​​I remembered the girl alright. She was pretty, even with the bored expression that marred her face. She was attractive enough for me to screw. I smiled in genuine excitement at the prospect. I could have taken the money while getting exactly what I wanted but I decided not to take it. It would only taint what I wanted to achieve. I wanted a regular hook up, with no attachments or expectations.

​​​‘Don’t worry about payment. I’ll do this one pro bono.’

​​​She eyed me with suspicion. She must a lawyer I decided, she was giving me a piercing gaze that was undoubtedly trying to figure out the reason for my generosity.

​​​‘If I’m to believe what Claire tells me you charge a high price for your … services. What’s the catch?’

​​​I raised an eyebrow at her, surprised by her sudden attitude change.

​​​‘There’s no catch I assure you. I’m just feeling generous tonight. She doesn’t know who I am, so let’s keep it that way.’

​​​She stared me down in a silent contest, trying to seek out what my true motive was. I kept my face as pleasant as possible, throwing her a charming smile. With a heavy sigh escaping her mouth she seemed satisfied enough to proceed and nodded her head in confirmation.

​​​‘Okay. Follow me then.’

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