Carmella’s Hard Fuck

Carmella was in a hurry. She was a bit stressed out. The convention that had booked her as a guest artist lecturer had also booked her a signing engagement at a local store almost 45 minutes away from her hotel where the convention was happening, where she was staying. It wasn’t that big of a deal on most other days, but today it was one of the special occasions where it did matter.

To make matters worse she had just bumped into somebody’s car at the venue as she was leaving. She wouldn’t normally just drive off, but the damage looked very superficial, a little scraped paint, and she didn’t have the time to find the owner and swap information, not today. It was only as she was on the highway did she realize that she could have just left a note with her contact info, but Carmella had other things on her mind.

She knew she would get back to the hotel in time, but she really wanted to get there early, have a shower, a couple drinks to relax. Her sister co-ordinated these evenings for her and even though it wasn’t the first time, she was always nervous. After dinging that car and “fleeing the scene” she had her music cranked up and was flying high on octane and adrenaline. Even when some crazy driver was honking to get her attention and curse her out over something she just iced them out completely, not even looking at them. She wasn’t about to let anything get in the way of tonight.

At the hotel it took a while for the valet to take the car, because it was busy from the convention. She told him the room number, tossed him the keys and went up.

Out of the shower, fifteen minutes later, Carmella had over compensated for her nerves by making her way to the bottom of a wine bottle. She hated that she always got so nervous, but it wasn’t hard to see why. This wasn’t exactly what most people would call normal.

Looking at the clock she saw he wouldn’t be here for another half hour which was maybe a good thing, cuz she was pretty shitfaced right now and could use a moment to get her bearings. Flopping onto the couch in her panties and tank top, Carmella thought about how, despite the absurdity of it, she absolutely wanted this and badly.

Carmella was a visual artist. A painter. Her sister majored in business but when Carmella’s career took off first, her sister became her manager as well as her best friend, managing every aspect of Carmella’s life. Not in an oppressive way, though. Syndey’s attention to detail helped keep Carmella’s career on track. Plane tickets, dinner reservations, handling emails, taxes, payroll, you name it. It was Sydney who noticed that Carmella had this tendency to burn herself out on work. It was very productive but not so great for personal relationships with men. Sydney’s thought was that Carmella needed a stress relief and when she wasn’t in a relationship with a man for a while without sex, Carmella got snappy and her work ended up suffering. Sydney could be very persistent and when she decided on a solution, Carmella agreed to try it out once. An escort.

The first time it was just a dare between sisters and Carmella wasn’t going to back down.