Meeting James – Chapter 7: Melanie and Flame continue their evening together

True story: Meeting James – Chapter 7: Melanie and Flame continue their evening together

by melanieatplay

James, Flame, and I were lying in bed together. James had his arms around me, pulling me tight against him, but after several minutes I could tell from his breathing that he had fallen asleep, which left Flame and I smiling and looking into each other’s eyes.

I spoke softly so I wouldn’t wake James.

“Would you like to go into the other room?”

I watched as she silently shook her head up and down then turned and gracefully exited the bed. I very carefully slid out from under James’ arm and followed her out to the great room of the suite.

Once there, I watched as she slipped her tank top back on, which came down just a bit below the cheeks of her ass. I looked around and saw one of James’ T-Shirts draped over one of the chairs and I slipped that on. As it passed over my head, I could smell his manly scent. I couldn’t think of anything that turned me on more than how he smelled.

I watched as Flame looked around, studying the large suite and I instantly felt like a bad hostess.

“Would you like something to drink?” I asked.

“I haven’t eaten anything since lunch, do you think there is a convenience store still open so I can buy a bag of chips?”

I thought for a moment, a bag of chips didn’t sound like a good meal.

“I saw a menu on the table, what if we ordered something from room service?”

“I don’t have any money besides the hundreds that your boyfriend gave me, will they take cash?”

“Nonsense. You’re our guest, and we’ll just charge it to the room.”

I looked into her beautiful green eyes and saw a look that I couldn’t place easily. It was part gratitude, but more than that. I got the feeling that it had been a long time since someone had done something nice for her, or showed her any type of compassion.

I grabbed the menu off the table and we both sat down on the large couch, our thighs gently touching. We both looked over the menu for several minutes, and then I spoke softly.

“What looks good?”

“I think that cheeseburger would be perfect,” she said, pointing at the picture in the menu.

I wasn’t really that hungry because of the big meal I ate at the Gastropub earlier, but I thought it would be rude if I didn’t order anything and made her eat alone. I leaned over and picked up the room phone and called in our order. Because James had put me on his hotel account, I was able to make purchases and charge them to the room.

There was a minute of awkward silence. How much do you pry and ask a dancer about her personal life, I thought. I decided to just treat her like I would anyone else I had just met.

“Have you lived in Las Vegas long?” I asked politely.

“About two years,” she said hesitantly.

The way she replied made me think I might have overstepped the line with my question.

“We don’t have to talk about that, it’s not my place to…”

“No, Melanie, it’s okay. Actually, it’s nice that you care enough to ask,” she said softly.

“I moved here from Omaha with my boyfriend. He was older than me, twenty-four when we met and we both dreamed of living in Las Vegas.”

I listened intently as she continued.

“I was waitressing and he was doing odd jobs in Nebraska and we lived in his car a lot of the time, so Las Vegas seemed like the perfect escape. Once we moved here, he found some construction work and I was able to get a job in a small café as a waitress and we were even able to afford a small apartment.”

A knock on the door startled me until I realized that it was our food.

“One sec, okay,” I said, as I gently rubbed her thigh.

She smiled brightly at me, making me feel even more comfortable.

I walked to the door and opened it. The room service waiter smiled and tried to keep his eyes on mine, but I could feel them start to wander lower as I signed for the check, giving him a big tip like I knew James would. I didn’t have a bra on and my nipples were poking through James’ T-shirt, which I’m sure he appreciated. I smiled, thanked him and quickly shut the door.

I brought the food back over to Flame and we made a small picnic on the couch. Her cheeseburger looked delicious and it made me regret ordering a turkey and lettuce wrap. Between bites, she continued.

“Things were really good for a while, until…”

I could see the distressed look on her face and I squeezed her hand, reassuring her that whatever she wanted to tell me was okay, and she slowly continued.

“He started using drugs, meth I think, and began to gamble away our money. I would have stuck with him through that, until… until he hit me and I knew I had to leave.”

I squeezed her hand tight, seeing the tears start to well up in her eyes.

“I stayed in a women’s shelter for a couple of days and they helped me get back on my feet. I had just turned eighteen and I couldn’t make it on my tips from waitressing, so about six months ago, I started to work at Sapphires. I know it’s not the greatest job in the world, but I make really good money and I’ve been able to get my own apartment and a car.”

I smiled sympathetically at her, happy that she was living life on her terms.

She asked me about my relationship with James and I told her everything. Well, almost everything. It was easy to tell her about our financial arrangement because she obviously had experience with that sort of thing. However, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her how dominant and demanding he was, and honestly, how comfortable I was with it.

How could I explain something like that to Flame when I didn’t fully understand it myself? The reality of my relationship with James was difficult to square in my mind.

I was supposed to be a strong, independent woman, capable of doing anything, setting lofty goals for myself and reaching for the sky to achieve them. In so many ways, I felt like I was doing just that. I was an honor student with a very high GPA and my advisor told me that if I didn’t enroll in some type of graduate school once I had my degree, then I wouldn’t be realizing my full potential.

That seemed to be such a juxtaposition to how I acted when I was with James. He controlled almost everything when I was with him, and what was worse, I freely gave him that control.

I was also trying to mentally sort out how I felt about him spanking me. Part of me was afraid to do something wrong because I knew if I did, he’d punish me, but there was also another side of me that didn’t fear being spanked. I suppose if I was totally honest with myself, there were times when I longed to be over his knee again.

I very quickly became disgusted with myself, I wasn’t a child anymore yearning to be over my father’s knee. I was a grown woman and I had to be ‘sick’ for even thinking like that, so I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

I also found it so odd that no matter what he did, or what he wanted me to do, my only aspiration was pleasing him. Was it wrong for me to find so much pleasure and contentment in making him happy?

I looked into Flame’s sparkling green eyes and it broke me out of my thoughts. I wanted to know more about this beautiful woman sitting next to me.

“May I ask you a question?” I said hesitantly.

“Ask me anything Melanie.”

“What is it like to dance at Sapphires?”

She paused for several moments thinking.

“It was very difficult at first. I know you probably wouldn’t think it, but I was very shy growing up, so dancing in a G-String was very difficult for the first couple of weeks. But then I got regulars who come to the club to see only me, and you learn to adjust to it, so slowly, I got comfortable with it.”

I loved how open she was and that she was willing to share this part of her life’s story with me.

“Since you are asking about my life… What’s it like taking money from a rich older man?” she said smiling, as she gently teased me.

“We are kindred aren’t we?” I said, thoughtfully.

“Sometimes it’s difficult. I told my friends about him which I think now might have been a mistake. They say they are all right with it, but, sometimes they look at me differently, and I guess I wonder what they say about me when I’m not there.”

I thought for a moment.

“He’s very generous with me and I’m not used to having money, at least not like this, not this much of it, so there’s some guilt but I’m trying to work through it.”

“You have a very good situation going with him and most women I know, or I should say, who I work with, would jump at a chance for what you have, so don’t feel guilty about it.”

I pondered her statement.

I wasn’t sure that I liked being compared to her co-workers. However, was I really any better than the girls she worked with? My relationship with James wasn’t as public as dancing in a G-String in front of hundreds of men. However, there weren’t that many degrees of separation in how they were making money and how I was making mine.

“Do you… um… do… this very often?” I asked.

I felt embarrassed for even broaching the subject, but I was curious to know, and she seemed very open about sharing her life with me. It felt like she was the first person who could relate to what I was doing with James and who I could actually talk to about being in this type of relationship.

“It’s all right,” she replied, “I said you could ask me anything. There is a casino executive that I see a couple of times a month, and a CFO from the East Coast that I spend time with when he’s in town,” she paused, “but I’m very selective.”

I looked into her eyes, hanging on her every word.

“Working at Sapphires, I always get a lot of offers, but most of them are from young guys who either want an actual romantic-type date, or they say they have money when it’s obvious they don’t.”

“But you thought James was different?”

She smiled.

“The tea leaves weren’t hard to read. Older guys aren’t with women our age unless they have money, and he didn’t even blink an eye when I told him it was $300 for the VIP room.”

She had a point. I loved the first night I spent with James because it was something different and exciting. The next morning, however, I was ready to leave and the only thing that made me spend the weekend with him, at least initially, was his money. Of course, I had developed much deeper feelings for him now, but would I have given him a chance if it wasn’t for his money? The truthful answer was probably not.