She Who Watches

She Who WatchesElanore Bailey DedicationTo those who have encouraged and supported me. ~You know who you are. PrefaceShe Who Watches was initially written for the episodic nature of Kindle Vella. If you are unfamiliar with Kindle Vella, chapters are considered episodes, and the preferred word count per episode is between 600 and 3000 words. I found my sweet spot to be between 700 and 1300. I hope you enjoy She Who Watches, an explicit and graphic story. I intended to give this story the right amount of spice, a great plot, and a female main character that you will hopefully come to love. With that said, I hope you enjoy… Table of ContentsChapter 1 Light My Fire Chapter 2 Should I Stay or Should I Go Chapter 3 CloserChapter 4 Killer Queen Chapter 5 Do Not Disturb Chapter 6 Friday I'm In LoveChapter 7 Paradise By The Dashboard Light Chapter 8 Follow Me Down Chapter 9 Here's To Us Chapter 10 Wicked Game Chapter 11 Every Rose Has Its Thorn Chapter 12 I Want You to Want MeChapter 13 Light My Fire Chapter 14 Man That You Fear Chapter 15 I Get Off Chapter 16 Another Life Chapter 17 Hands to MyselfChapter18 Call Me Little Sunshine Chapter 19 Whole Lotta Love Chapter 20 Nothing Else Matters Chapter 21 Take Me To Church Chapter 1 Light My FireInever thought I would grow up and find a job in the sex industry. This was supposed to be a temporary gig. However, the money is so good that even though I recently graduated with my master's in business, I still have not even attempted to find a job that would utilize my degree. So when Jennifer came to me and told me she was an escort, I was intrigued but not interested. Don't get me wrong, to each their own. She makes good money at it. But I couldn't see myself enjoying sex so much if someone was paying me. That's when I joked that I could get paid to watch people have sex. Little did I know what pull Jennifer had within the business already. The next day I had a phone call from Marilyn asking if I would be interested in trying out my idea.I remember thinking no one would pay that kind of money for that. Boy, how I was wrong.Tonight my customers must have a fetish for school girls. Because here I sit in an antique chaise lounge that I call my office space. The woodwork on this chaise has been updated and refinished with silver leaf. The seat cushions and the recamier are upholstered with gorgeous black velvet material and as soft as butter. As the customer requested, I am wearing a long, pleated, plaid skirt with a form-fitting white button-down shirt. My bra is black lace and can be seen through the material, but that was also at the request of my customers this evening. My legs are covered with white thigh-high tights, and I wear plain black Mary Jane shoes. To round out the outfit, my wig this evening is blond pigtails. I look like a modest Brittany Spears from her Oops I Did it Again days.The clients were willing to pay the customary two hundred dollars for the first thirty minutes and the required hundred dollars for every thirty minutes after, in addition to the hundred-dollar costume fee. And these two must plan on going for a while because they have paid for my services for 4 hours. So tonight, I will earn a thousand dollars just from these two, and since these guys wanted to start early, I could have another client after the four hours are up if Marilyn ends up scheduling one.I must admit that these two have some self-control because they have been in that bed playing for almost an hour, and there has been no full-on penetration yet. The woman is lying on her back with her head hanging off the bed. Her eyes are focused on me, and I can see the lust and desire in those dark, beautiful eyes. Her man is between her legs, using his tongue to elicit the most sinful moans from her. Once in a while, he comes up for a breath, licking his lips while staring at me. These two like being watched, and they like that I am focused one hundred percent on them.This couple has allowed, in their contract, for me to touch myself if I so choose. Negotiations on my behalf are done through Marilyn. The couple has been informed that the likelihood of that occurring is small, but I appreciate them allowing me the choice. I have learned over time that this is a challenge for some clients. If I don't touch myself, more than likely, they will be reserving my services again in less than a month to see if they can get me hot enough that I will touch myself.Don't get me wrong; I get wet as hell watching. I often grab my breasts or cross and uncross my legs, but I prefer to hold off on my pleasure until I am alone. Sometimes It just takes a quick trip to a private location like the bathroom once I have left the clients. Sometimes I head home and wait till I am warm and toasty under my sheets with my favorite personal massager. However, I can tell from the look in both of their eyes that we will be in this room again very soon.The room we are in this evening is my standard room. This condo is used for services obtained from Veiled Shadows. Jennifer, Marie, and I work from this location, and we each have our dedicated rooms set how we like them. Jennifer and Marie entertain as escorts and are often used as arm candy for the elite at black-tie events or parties out on the town. They return here, though, when more has been negotiated. I am usually here every night I work