Chapter Text
It was exactly ten minutes to nine o'clock in the evening, and Gorya's heart began to beat even faster. She took a sip of the sweet drink she was holding, trying to calm her nerves. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, savoring the taste of the drink on her tongue.
She had the terrible habit of arriving too early, so anxiety consumed her, and she found herself pacing back and forth in the small, luxurious hotel room, waiting for the person for whom her thoughts and desires screamed loudly.
Even though they shouldn't.
She shouldn't be like this; it wasn't part of the job, definitely not, but she couldn't help it.
Not with her.
Gorya heard the hotel room door open; her attention was drawn to the sound, and her heart beat even faster. She could feel it pounding loudly in her ears.
It took a moment before the tall figure appeared in the hallway, and Gorya looked at her.
There was the reason for her distress, her anxiety, her dry throat, and the shiver that ran down her spine.
There she is in her dark gray button-down shirt, perfectly tailored to her body, with a tight black tie.
Gorya looked at her, at her face tired from a long day of work, her broad shoulders always rigid in perfect posture, her long black hair falling in a perfect cascade around her face.
The woman stood still for a moment, looking at Gorya, with that indecipherable expression that Gorya spends more time than she would like to admit trying to decipher.
So far, she hasn't been successful.
The woman looked away and walked further into the room without saying anything; she rarely does.
Gorya took one last long sip of her drink. “Tough day?” Gorya broke the silence as the woman walked past her. Gorya didn't get an answer; the woman just walked past her and sat down, sinking into the comfortable sofa behind them.
“Something to drink?” Gorya asked, turning to her. This time, there was an answer, “whiskey neat.” the woman’s tone of voice wasn't cold or disdainful. It never is. She simply seemed tired.
Gorya nodded and went towards the table where the drinks were, when she returned with the glass in her hand she saw the woman undoing the knot in her tie, Gorya offered her the drink, "let me take care of this," she said, her legs rising until she was sitting on the woman's lap, one leg on each side of her hips.
Gorya allowed herself to look at the woman, at those dark eyes that looked back at her. Gorya swallowed and looked away, her hands resting on the broad shoulders of the other woman, feeling the stiffness of the muscle beneath the shirt. She allowed her hands to linger for a moment longer, then she slowly moved them up until they found the tight knot of the woman’s tie.
Gorya pulled slowly, and when the knot was undone, her fingers moved to the buttons of the woman’s shirt. She unbuttoned one, and as she was reaching for the next, she heard the sound of a glass being placed roughly on the coffee table behind them. Then she felt firm hands move up the sides of her thighs until they stopped at her hips.
Gorya stopped and looked at the woman; deep, dark eyes stared back at her. Gorya's heart skipped a beat, her breath caught in her lungs, and for a moment she allowed herself to get lost in that depth.
Without warning. Without hesitation, lips met hers, hungry, but not sloppy. No, with the other woman, it's never like that; it's precise, it's hot, a warmth that spreads and melts Gorya from the inside out.
The hands that hovered over the buttons of the woman’s shirt, moved up until they found the neck of the woman beneath her, Gorya pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, the hands on her hips moved up and stopped on her back, bringing Gorya even closer, as if any distance between them was too much, as if the only solution to the heat that was growing and accumulating inside them was for their bodies to merge into one.
Gorya felt the woman's tongue brush against her lower lip, and Gorya opened her mouth without hesitation, allowing their tongues to meet in a familiar and so delicious dance.
Gorya's hands got lost in the other woman's soft hair, her fingers disappearing into that dark sea. Gorya pulled away just enough to be able to breathe, her lungs screaming for salvation.
The woman's mouth slid down to her neck, leaving a hot, wet trail across her already burning skin. Gorya couldn't suppress the small moan that escaped her lips, her head tilting back to give the other woman's soft lips free access, and she responded.
She always does.
Teeth grazed the sensitive part of her pulse. Gorya tightened her fingers even more in the woman's hair, her hips moved unconsciously in search of some friction, some relief from the heat that was already burning her center.
Large, firm hands slid down to her ass. Shasha squeezed, Gorya moaned.
She felt it when the woman pushed them up Gorya squeezed her legs around the woman tighter, just as her arms wrapped around her neck, pushing her own chest toward the woman's face, who didn't wait and shamelessly buried the face in her breasts. Gorya hugged her even tighter.
“Shasha,” she whispered with a sigh.
The walk to the bedroom was short. Gorya was placed on the bed with a gentleness that contrasts with the growing need inside her.
But this is how it is, it's always like this with Shasha.
There was a moment of pause, Gorya observed with her vision blurred because of the arousal, Shasha looking at her with those deep dark eyes, those full lips swollen from kissing, her cheeks red, her breathing heavy and unsteady.
Beautiful.
Shasha is so beautiful.
Gorya pulled the woman back toward her by the collar, their lips colliding hungrily. Gorya hoped this would silence her heart.
Now was not the time for that. No, she will not lose herself in this warm feeling that swells her heart, no, it's not about that, it's about pleasure.
Pleasure.
And pleasure is her job.
Gorya repeated these words in her thoughts, hoping to convince herself.
And so she let herself go, her hands traveling everywhere they could reach, searching for some skin but not finding it. Gorya moaned in frustration, Shasha's clothes an inconvenient obstacle to her need to feel the woman's warm skin against her own.
Shasha understood; she always does. She moved away just enough to unbutton her shirt and throw it into a corner of the room. She tried to immediately return to find Gorya's lips, but Gorya pushed her away.
Gorya wanted everything, and she wanted it now, the heat burning inside her, too hot, too intense.
Her trembling hands found the buckle on Shasha's belt, she opened it as quickly as she could and pulled the garment through the loops without any patience, soon her trembling fingers were on the button and pulling down the zipper of Shasha’s pants, opening and pulling the garment down, Shasha kicked the pants off her heels until the garment finally fell somewhere in the room.
Shasha's warm hands moved up her sides, slipped under her dress, passed over her thin lace panties, and when they reached her ass, Shasha squeezed it firmly, with need.
“Ahh,” Gorya moaned, her hips swaying toward Shasha. She wanted relief; she needed relief.
Shasha didn't take long. Her large hands, which always enveloped Gorya's body so completely and left a warm trail wherever they touched, continued their way upward, dragging Gorya's dress along with them until it passed over her head.
Their lips separated only to facilitate the movement and meeting again as soon as the dress was thrown off the bed, and finally, finally, Gorya could feel the warmth of Shasha's skin against hers, a thin layer of sweat clinging their bodies together.
Gorya moaned loudly at the contact; she noticed Shasha's steady breathing in her ear beginning to falter, just like her own.
Shasha kissed her with her mouth open, leaving a hot, wet trail from her neck to her breasts, still covered by a black lace bra.
Shasha gripped the edge of it with her teeth and, with a noise that sounded more like a growl, pulled it down, revealing to the darkness of the room and her eager mouth two swollen breasts and two hard pink nipples waiting for her.
Gorya took a deep breath in anticipation, looked at Shasha in the brief second before the woman lunged towards them, and saw the hunger, the desire, and the raw need written on her face and in her dilated pupils.
Gorya moaned loudly and unashamedly when the warm mouth found her left breast, when a large, warm hand cradled and caressed her right breast, when she felt a gentle scraping of teeth on her skin as Shasha's mouth pulled away just enough to return and envelop her breast in the warm, delicious wetness that is her mouth.
Gorya no longer had control over her actions; her hands followed a path she was no longer aware of, her mouth could no longer hold back any sounds, they all came out freely, sometimes a moan, sometimes a name begged, sometimes a gasp.
Shasha moved her mouth to Gorya's other breast, her firm tongue wrapping around the hardened nipple, and Gorya saw stars, her eyes rolled back, and her hips lifted off the bed, seeking some contact, something that could relieve the heat that was building up so intensely that it hurt.
Her center found Shasha's bare abdomen, she couldn't help herself and rubbed against it, a sharp, needy moan escaped her lips, Shasha let out a heavy, hot breath that Gorya felt on her breast, and her hips swayed again.
Gorya knew she was leaving a wet trail there, but she didn't care. She wanted Shasha to feel her; she wanted Shasha to save her, to free her from the throbbing that was building up painfully in her womb.
And it was a relief when Gorya felt a hand slide down her belly and reach her panties. She almost cried with relief when Shasha's hand touched her there, right where she needed it most, but still on top of her panties, much to her despair.
Without interrupting the sucking at Gorya's breast, Shasha reached for the strap of her panties and, slowly, to Gorya's torture, finally got rid of the fabric.
Shasha paused for a moment, her eyes meeting Gorya's. Gorya looked back at her, saw the fast rise and fall of the woman's chest, her rosy cheeks, her messy hair, her dilated pupils, and that depth in her gaze that she never understands.
That she never allowed herself to understand.
For fear.
It was too deep and could mean everything.
Just as it could mean nothing.
And she wasn't prepared for either option.
A hand gently touched her belly, and Gorya's body responded by leaning into the touch. Shasha then looked away, glancing at where her hand was. Gorya felt Shasha's thumb caress the area reverently, then finally, finally, the hand moved down and touched her where she wanted it, where she needed it.
Two firm fingers pressed with just the right amount of pressure on her swollen clitoris. Gorya closed her eyes, her head tilted toward the pillows on the bed, her body arched toward the touch.
Shasha's fingers slid down, collecting the abundant wetness there, and returned to the swollen peak in circular movements that sent an electric current through Gorya’s entire body, and she moaned.
And then those same two fingers slid into her entrance. Shasha didn't take long; the wetness there prevented any resistance, and the two fingers entered easily.
“Shasha” came out of Gorya's lips like a whisper in the silence of the night.
It seemed to be the trigger the other woman needed, and the precise, confident movements of her fingers began.
It started slower than Gorya needed, but when the woman’s fingers curved and found that exact spot, Gorya saw stars, a strangled moan escaped her mouth without her even realizing it, and then the movements became faster, the wonderful back and forth that Gorya had longed for and that Shasha knew how to do like no one else.
Those long fingers that always reached the right places, thick, that filled her in the most delicious way.
Shasha's breath was heavy and warm on Gorya's neck, her movements precise and now fast. Gorya's nails scratched every bit of skin she could find, her hips chasing Shasha's movements; she was so, so close.
“Come to me,” Shasha whispered in Gorya's ear, her warm breath sending a wave of heat through her body, and Gorya let go.
She came with a scream that was strangled in her throat, a wave of heat that melted her and concentrated in her center, her hips lifted off the bed to meet her point of ecstasy, to meet Shasha's hand.
Everything turned into silence and warmth.
Shasha didn't stop, taking Gorya to the last tremor of her orgasm.
Gorya tried to open her eyes, blinking a few times to focus her vision. Shasha kept her face buried in her neck, then kissed her there, and Gorya closed her eyes again, her whole body still very sensitive.
Then Shasha's hand stopped moving, and she gently slid her fingers out of Gorya. The movement made Gorya let out one last sigh, and when she managed to open her eyes again, Shasha was there, looking at her.
Close, very close.
The woman's eyes drifted down to her parted lips and then back up to meet Gorya's gaze, and Gorya smiled lightly, relaxed, free.
Because that look, she knows very well what it means.
That the night was just beginning, and she couldn't wait for what else awaited her.
*****
When Gorya woke up the next morning to the cold and loneliness of an empty bed, she couldn't help but feel her heart sink. The truth of it all always woke her up like a slap in the face.
The night, the touches, the looks, the sighs, the warmth.
They meant nothing. Nothing but pleasure, nothing but work.
And that hurt more than she dared to admit to herself.
*****
Gorya arrived at her apartment shortly after 11 a.m. She hoped it would be late enough that she wouldn't run into her roommate, but Min had other plans.
Gorya couldn't suppress a frustrated sigh when she saw her friend sitting at the kitchen counter with an open laptop and a cup beside her.
“Good morning,” Min greeted her as soon as Gorya took off her shoes and stepped further into the apartment. “Good morning,” Gorya replied. “Good night, I imagine,” Min added with a smile. Gorya looked at her friend and couldn't help but smile back. “The best,” Gorya replied almost dreamily, her mind wandering back to the previous night, to the warmth, to big, warm hands.
“Hmm, the CEO then,” Min added, looking at Gorya with a knowing gaze. Gorya felt her cheeks flush, suddenly shy like a teenager, and she just nodded.
Min's expression then changed and turned to concern, just what Gorya wanted to avoid seeing today.
“Gorya,” her friend began cautiously, Gorya knew the scolding that would follow, “you know the rules.”
Yes, Gorya knows the rules.
Don't fall in love.
Is one of them.
“Can you really blame me?” she replied, trying to sound lighthearted. Min raised an eyebrow at her. “The money is good, the sex is—” Gorya was going to say good too, but stopped mid-sentence. The sex isn't just good, it is “amazing,” she finally finished with a smile on her face.
Min looked at her, incredulous with her friend's boldness, and finally lowered her head, laughing.
“Just be careful, okay?” Min said, pure concern in her voice. Gorya couldn't help but feel grateful for her friend's concern. “It's been a while, Gorya… and this never ends well,” she added.
Gorya then sighed, the weight of the words hitting her hard.
It's been a while.
Yes. Six months to be exact.
And yes, it never ends well.
Just another rule that Gorya is breaking. Keeping the same client for too long. That always leads to trouble.
Attachment, affection.
But this usually happened on the client's part.
The line between pleasure and attachment always went hand in hand, and consistency could intertwine these two lines, but not for Gorya; after all, it is a job.
The encounters didn't involve any kind of involvement, if Gorya allowed herself to be honest, often not even pleasure. They’re just clients who paid for a service that she has to execute.
And it has been simple for her until now.
Until Shasha.
Shasha and her dark, deep eyes, her firm, precise, warm touch.
They barely spoke to each other, and that stunned Gorya. How someone she barely knew could make her feel so many things, make her want so many things.
Want more, know more, feel more.
The way Shasha looks at her, the way she touches Gorya, is different from anything she has ever experienced.
From the very first day. It has always been that way.
A reverence, a care that burned Gorya's body and left marks she cannot forget, nor would she want to.
Gorya looked at her friend and let out a long sigh, allowing herself a weak smile, “everything's fine, I promise,” she tried to convince herself and Min.
Min gave her one last knowing smile before turning her attention back to the laptop in front of her. Gorya adjusted her bag on her shoulders and went to her room.
Gorya dropped her bag on the chair there and went straight to bed. She sank into the soft mattress, let the warmth envelop her, and closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would take away the tightness that was gripping her heart.