Hope and Jeremy were standing next to the moored yacht, talking.
“Look,” Hope said, “Thanks for taking me to the restaurant, Jeremy, but I’ve been to a lot nicer places in the city, so these gestures don’t impress me. I’m more of a burger and fries girl.
I was married and recently divorced from billionaire Ian Henshaw III, who has much more money than you. All he ever did was waffle between flattering me and trying to control me. How do I know you won’t do the same?”
Jeremy looked Hope in the eye and said, “You don’t, but I would still like you to stay.”
Hope looked at the yacht again and then took a long look at Jeremy. She took the time to size up the situation that karma had brought to her.
She didn’t have to think long.
“Oh, what the hell,” she said. “I’m here, it’s late, and we both know what I do for a living, so we might as well board the ship.” Hope’s eyes narrowed as she spoke. “But it will cost you more than the $5,000 you originally offered.”
“Like what?”
For once in my life, a man is going to listen to me talk afterwards, for as long as I like, and he won’t fall asleep if he doesn’t want to wake up at the bottom of Long Island Sound.”
Jeremy put his hands in his pockets and sheepishly smiled as Hope boarded his ship with all the dignity of a woman who had just outsmarted a man who tried to take advantage of her.
Once on board, Jeremy started to say something before he took Hope down to his stateroom, but she quickly silenced him.
“Don’t speak,” she said, “Even with that adorable British accent, you will ruin the moment.”
Hope looked around the main cabin’s interior, taking in the atmosphere. Jeremy had exquisite taste, or maybe his mother did. But Hope had seen rooms like this before. She gave Jeremy a look of approval.
Jeremy motioned to a Restoration Hardware sofa, an unspoken invitation to sit down.
“Drink?”
“Champagne. It suits the mood.”
“I’ll have the same.”
They sat in silence. Jeremy, for once, didn’t know how to handle the situation with a jaded Hope. Years ago, he would have taken advantage of her. Now she was his equal.
So Hope let him squirm a bit. She was in charge now.
“Ok. Let’s see it,” Hope said.
“See what?”
“The master stateroom. I know you’re dying for me to see it.”
When Jeremy opened the doors to the stateroom, Hope was more impressed than she cared to admit. It was grander than she imagined. Luxury wasn’t the word for it.
Hope set her purse on the dresser and imagined she was a princess returned from the evil Ian, who had come back to her rightful kingdom; Jeremy was the perfect royal prince. Just like in a silly movie she had once watched, while she folded Ian’s underwear, and wished for it to happen to her.
Hope looked around for a moment and then walked over to Jeremy, who was pouring champagne into glasses at the wet bar in the stateroom. She gave him a peck on the cheek and a hug.
“What was that for?”
“For being nice to me.”
She only knew Jeremy from the club and had given him a few lap dances and a lot of idle bar talk. But she was still a stripper, and this wasn’t Pretty Woman. She didn’t want it to be.
But she felt like this evening might be the most beautiful one she had ever experienced.
She looked at Jeremy’s reflection in the mirror above the wet bar. He was a sharp dresser and always smelled so nice that Hope could never totally resist him, especially on this evening when she had the chance to see him in his real surroundings.
So what if she never saw him again? She would always have this night.
Jeremy handed Hope a glass of champagne and proposed a toast. “To friendship,” he said.
At that moment, Hope was thankful for the good karma being thrown her way.
When they finished with the champagne, Jeremy took Hope firmly in his arms and kissed her deeply.
On this evening, Hope had changed her tune. She loved being the object of this man’s passion, and she was going to let him take the lead for the rest of the evening.
Hope stepped back from Jeremy and kicked her heels off. She turned around, and Jeremy unzipped the back of her dress, which fell to the floor.
She unbuttoned Jeremy’s dress shirt while he eased off his loafers and dropped his pants.
There they were, standing in the stunningly appointed state room, making out in their underwear like they were in high school.
Jeremy continued to kiss Hope passionately while she felt him pressing his erection against her. The pressure of Jeremy’s hard cock was making her want him more, and by the time they started French-kissing, Hope was completely ready to surrender herself to Jeremy.
Jeremy led Hope to the king-sized bed and lay her down on it. He got on top of her and started kissing her greedily, still pushing his rock-hard cock against her pelvis. Hope couldn’t imagine anything better.
Here she was, lying on silk sheets in the most exquisite stateroom she had seen in a long time, with a strikingly handsome man who desperately wanted to be with her.
This was so much unlike her husband Ian, who insisted on having a modest home and missionary sex, even though he was a more than successful billionaire.
But this man, this gorgeous man who called himself Jeremy, had been to the club so many times, and only to see her, so she knew how very much he wanted to be with her. Just because he thought she was someone special. Not some stupid bimbo to be thrown away as her ex-husband did.
Jeremy started to kiss Hope on the neck with a desire that he could hardly control. He didn’t bite her so much as he nibbled, but it was making Hope wet, and longing for him to be inside of her. He leaned on one arm and unfastened Hope’s bra. When her breasts were exposed, he caressed them fondly.
Hope knew that her breasts and her looks were why most men liked her. She figured this was why Jeremy was attracted to her at first, but the feeling turned out to be more tonight, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself with a man on more levels than she ever thought possible.
Jeremy focused his attention on Hope’s breasts, not knowing that it didn’t give her much pleasure. She let him play around, anyway. She knew he wanted her to feel cherished in that moment; he hoped she would come to realize that his feelings for her ran deeper than physical attraction.
He showered her breasts with kisses and tongued her nipples, as Hope lay back and let him enjoy himself. Jeremy obviously loved women and what he could do for them. His mouth started to travel further south as he kissed Hope on the abdomen and swirled his tongue around her navel.
He pulled down her lace thong, then pulled off his silk boxers.
Jeremy pushed his rock-hard erection into the wetness between Hope’s inner thighs. He kissed her on the neck as he teased her pussy with his raging hard-on.
He nibbled at her ear as he eased his cock into her.
They lie there for a few moments, Jeremy pushing his cock fully into Hope and pulling out a bit to create some initial motion.
Jeremy started thrusting into Hope, slowly at first, then he built a rhythm.
Hope was used to the half-effort of Ian, so the feeling of Jeremy pushing his cock into her was magnificent. He knew what he was doing. No kidding.
He pushed into her steadily, and with every thrust, she felt a stirring in her pussy where his rigid cock was firmly pounding her.
She closed her eyes and let her orgasm take its course.
As Jeremy’s throbbing cock pounded into a sweet spot he had found, it wasn’t long before Hope felt her release coming.
Once Hope got that feeling, it wouldn’t be long before she was in total ecstasy.
While Jeremy drove into her more forcefully, Hope started moaning in anticipation of the exact thrust from Jeremy that would send her over the edge. In response, Jeremy pumped his cock harder and faster into Hope’s slit.
Hope felt herself losing control until she climaxed with Jeremy still thrusting. This triggered Jeremy to come. He let out what sounded like a roar. He had completed his conquest.
After a few moments of recovering his breath and his senses, Jeremy collapsed next to her, holding her close.
Jeremy rose from the bed and went to the closet to pull out two cashmere robes. He took one for himself, then returned a few moments later with another bottle of chilled champagne and two new glasses.
Hope pulled the robe around her and enjoyed the thoughtful luxury.
Jeremy opened the bottle and poured two glasses.
“Here’s to a perfect night,” he said.
Hope took a sip and said, “It’s not over yet; you agreed to listen to me talk.”
“So I did.”
Jeremy took Hope out onto the deck and led her to a pair of lounge chairs.
Hope curled her legs beneath her on the lounge chair, robe wrapped loosely around her shoulders. She took a sip of champagne and looked out into the night. If only each night with Jeremy could be like this.
City lights shimmered across the water. Mild waves lapped at the boat, never moving it, but the sound was soothing.
“So talk,” Jeremy said. “I’ll listen.”
“No kidding?”
“No kidding.”
“Well,” she began. “I’m tired of being thought of only for my looks. And I don’t mean when I’m on the stage, I get that, I invite men to look at me for money. And I don’t mind being ogled at when I walk down the street. Man can’t help that. But I don’t want to be dated for my looks.
“I can understand that,” Jeremy said.
“I thought you might,” Hope said. “I’m sure that women date you for you money, or good looks or your social position.”
“Do you know, I have one who followed me all the way from England?”
“No kidding?”
“No kidding.”
“I never had that happen to me, but then I don’t go into the city that much. For a girl like me, New York is a nightmare. Even if I dress conservatively, I still get looked at like I’m a streetwalker.”
“I can dress down all I want,” Jeremy said, “and women can smell money. I don’t know how they do it, but they do. And all I wind up with at the end of the evening is a big bar tab. But not with you. I had to hang in there, but you refused me for quite some time.”
“I could smell the money on you, all right,” Hope said. “And I wanted no part of it.
“That’s why I like you,” Jeremy said. “With you what-you-see-is-what-you-get.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was meant as one.”
“So,” Hope said, “are you going to stay here or go back to London?”
“I’m going to stay here, my mother is here.”
“Oh no,” said Hope. “She’s not going to like me. I mean, assuming you would want me to meet her.”
“No,” Jeremy said, “you’re wrong. I think you’re exactly the kind of girl I can take home to my mother.”
Hope and Jeremy cuddled under the stars for a few more hours and went back to bed.