Priceless Chapter Two

The next morning Arnold was the first of the blondes to wake. He watched a sleeping Helga for a moment, slightly amused. Apparently she took the no cuddling thing very seriously. Her back was towards him and she was curled into herself at the very edge of the bed. If she were to move just a little bit to the right, she'd probably fall off the bed. He pulled the bed's sheet up, covering her exposed back before he made his way to the bathroom to relieve himself.

After using the toilet he made his way to the sitting area, where his suit jacket still sat. He fished out his wallet and counted all the cash he had in there. $600. He frowned. He needed to get more cash. As much as Helga turned him on, she scared him just as much. He wasn't sure what she would do if she ever thought he was trying to skip out on payment, but he didn't want to find out. There was a Baccarat pen and pad of paper on the coffee table, so he wrote her a quick note that he needed to get some cash and he'd be back as soon as he could. He left the note next to her sleeping form. He quickly changed before gabbing a keycard and left the room.

There was a bank a few blocks away from the hotel. Arnold had decided against simply using the ATM, since he wouldn't be able to take enough cash out anyways. Withdrawing the cash didn't take much time. It was a chilly October day, so Arnold couldn't wait to get back to the hotel room and order some breakfast and coffee. He would have stopped at one of the coffee shops along the way, but he wasn't sure what coffee Helga liked. Or if she liked coffee at all for that matter. Besides, he wasn't sure how late she would sleep. He had no plans on waking her. She truly deserved some rest after last night. She really wasn't kidding when she told him she was well worth the two thousand dollars.

Arnold tiptoed back into the hotel room, discarding his clothes along the way to the bedroom leaving on only his boxer briefs. He chuckled the moment he saw her as he tip toed back into the room, her money in hand. She must have sensed he left the bed, because she was now sprawled out in the middle, her long limbs stretched out. He set the cash down on the nightstand before discarding the note he had written her and crawling back in bed. He was careful to respect her no cuddling policy as he settled back into bed. She was laying on her back, a halo of blonde hair surrounding her pretty face.

"Do you always stare at women when you think they're sleeping like this? Because I have to say, it's a little creepy." Her eyes were still closed.

Arnold jumped, "Errr…No?" Arnold answered meekly. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to freak you out. You're just really nice to look at."

She laughed, opening her eyes, "It takes a hell of a lot more than that to freak me out." She turned to her side, so she was completely facing him. "You left." Her fingers caressed his.

"I had to get some more cash." He smiled sheepishly, "I didn't want you to think I was trying to short change you." He turned to grab the cash off the night table and handed it to her.

"For future reference—Don't even try to deny it, I know you're already thinking about seeing me again—I have one of those credit card scanning things that I can put on my phone. No cash required" She sat up, allowing the sheet to fall to her waist and exposing her breasts as she thumbed through the stack of bills. "As for trying to skip out on paying me…I never thought you would try. I think you're smarter than that." She paused. "Or maybe not…There's three grand here, not two."

Arnold shrugged, "I never know what to tip."

"Technically there are no rules when it comes to tipping your hooker, but normally twenty present is usually pretty generous...Not that I'm complaining about the 50 percent." She set her pile of cash down on the nightstand before pressing her body against his. "Since you gave me a bonus it's only fair I give you one." She placed a kiss on his lips before venturing lower, placing random kisses, licks, and soft nips until she reached the waistband of his boxer briefs.

"You don't have to do that…" Arnold was practically squirming.

Helga raised an amused eyebrow, eyeing the obvious tent he was sporting. She looked up at him, "Are you telling me you want me to stop?"

"No! I just…You don't need to."

"If I don't want to do something, I don't do it." Helga told him simply. "And seriously, Arnold…I'm a hooker, there's no need to be shy around me. Feel free to let loose." Her fingers looped around his underwear's waistband, pulling it over his erection. Without another word Helga's head bobbed down, licking the length of his dick before taking its head into her mouth.

"Fuck…" Arnold mumbled under his breath, his left hand played with her hair as hers played with his balls. "Helga…" Her name came out in a breathy moan. He was almost positive he could feel her smirking around his cock.

It didn't take long, Helga was a pro after all. Arnold came with a jerk and couldn't help but watch Helga as she sucked him dry. She made eye contact with him as she swallowed. He pulled her up by the waist, placing a tender kiss on her lips. "You're amazing." He mumbled before kissing her again, this time with more intensity.

She grinned, "Glad you think so. That means I did my job right."

"Are you hungry? We can order breakfast before we have to check out of the room. They have pretty good French toast here."

"Sure, breakfast sounds great." Helga stretched before pulling herself out of bed. He watched her as she walked naked to fetch her suitcase. "Do you mind if I get dressed? Or would you rather I eat naked?"

"Do whatever you want." Arnold raised an eyebrow, "Do some of your clients ask you to eat naked?"

"Eat naked, read naked, watch television naked, do jumping jacks naked. The naked jumping jacks are actually the worst. It horribly uncomfortable." Helga explained as she opened her suitcase, first digging out matching bra and panties. This set was slightly more modest than the lace pair she wore the previous night. They were floral and as far as Arnold could tell they would be silky to the touch.
"But whatever floats you boat I guess." She offered Arnold a smile as she pulled her panties over her hips. "So what kind of weird shit are you into Arnold? I like to have a heads up if its anything especially fucked up."

"I don't think I'm into anything too weird." Arnold told her honestly. He had a few ex-girlfriends who complained that he was too vanilla. Personally he didn't think he was that boring, but also wasn't into any of that 50 Shades of Grey action. And the kinky things he was into, he wasn't exactly comfortable talking about it in that point in their relationship. He wasn't worried about Helga judging him it. "I guess I do have a couple fantasies…" He admitted, a light blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Ooh…Do tell." Helga's blue eyes sparkled as she flashed a coy smile. She slipped on her bra. "Maybe I can help you out with that."

Arnold watched her as she pulled her jeans over her hips. "You're awfully confident that I want to see you again."

"Oh Arnold…Don't talk like that." She slipped her light pink sweater over her head, "You're going to hurt my feelings." Her lips fell into a pout as she pulled her sweater down. She sat down on the edge of the bed, "But you know, I would be a just a little more convinced that was actually true if you weren't looking me like was still naked."

She smiled as Arnold caressed her cheek before brushing her hair behind her ear. "I've never been a good liar." He admitted sitting up, kissing her forehead. "I'm going to order us some breakfast. French toast okay?"

"Sounds great. I'm going to the bathroom to freshen up. When I get out I want to talk about those fantasies of yours. I'll see what I can do about them."

Arnold watched her as she disappeared into the bathroom. Grinning, he grabbed the phone on his bedside table and dialed '0' for room service.

By the time Helga left the bathroom Arnold was dressed in a blue polo shirt and a pair of khakis. He sitting on the couch with the television turned on low. She could smell a pot of coffee brewing as she plopped down next to him. "Did you get breakfast ordered?"

"I did. Should be here in another ten minutes or so." He cleared his throat. "I don't know if you like coffee, but it should be done soon." He paused. "So how does this work? Do I just call you when I want to see you?"

"Yeah, pretty much. If I have no prior engagements and I feel like seeing you, I'm all yours."

"Feel like seeing me?" Arnold laughed, "I gotta say, I really admire your honesty."

Helga shrugged, "There's somedays I just don't feel like leaving my apartment…Or talk to people. Or see them. Other than that before I ever fuck you at home I need to be confident you won't murder me. After all, I need to think of my safety." She shifted on the couch, so her legs were hanging over his. Arnold's hands went to her calf, rubbing it softly. "So tell me about your fantasies. I'm actually pretty curious about what you want to do with me."

"Well…" Arnold blushed, "I've always wanted to have sex on my desk in office at work."

"A secret romp in the office? That's definitely doable."

He scratched the back of his neck, chuckling slightly. "That's the thing…I don't exactly want it to be secret. I want the people in my office to know what's happening in there." He gave her calf a slight squeeze. "That's not too messed up, is it?"

Helga laughed. "No. Not at all. Not even close to being too messed up. It is a little unexpected, but I like it."

"Coffee should be done. Want a cup?" Arnold moved her legs off his lap so he could get up.

"Yes, please." She watched him as he poured them each a cup of coffee. "So is there anything else?"

"Other than doing it in an elevator, I guess not." He handed her a mug. "What about you? Do you have any fantasies?"

Helga shrugged, "Not really. I think I fulfill enough of other people's fantasies to actually have my own."

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "That must be room service."

After breakfast Helga and Arnold packed their respective bags. Helga hid her three grand securely into her purse. "Are you sure you don't want to get a massage with me?" Arnold asked, pressing the down button on the elevator.

"Yeah. I need to get home. Thanks though." They stepped inside the elevator. Helga pressed the button for the lounge floor. "You saved my number, right?"

"I did." Arnold nodded, "I'll text you later so you'll have mine."

"Sounds good."

The elevator came to a stop at the ground floor. The doors opened and the two blondes stepped out. "It was really nice meeting you Helga." Arnold placed a kiss on her cheek. "I'll call you."

Helga smirked, "I'll be looking forward to it."

Helga's apartment wasn't in the heart of the city, so it was a fairly decent size and didn't cost her an arm and a leg for rent. Perhaps best of all, there was always open parking near her building. There wasn't a doorman, but there was an elevator that was almost always functional.

She placed her keys onto the hook next to the door before locking the door lock, deadbolt, and chain lock. She kicked off her shoes and slipped off her coat, hanging it in the small coat/linen closest. She grabbed her small suitcase, dragging it the bathroom to throw the clothes in the hamper, noting that she'd have to make a trip to the laundry room later that day. But first she needed to shower.

She turned on the water before shutting the shower curtain. She stripped her clothes throwing them on the bathroom floor. She winced once she stepped under the water. It was way too hot. She turned the water down slightly to a more bearable temperature. Showering like this had always been her ritual after she had sex. She'd start her shower at the hottest temperature she could stand and shower until the water ran cold. A horrible waste of water, she knew, but it was the only thing that would subside the sick feeling in her stomach.

The water temperature hadn't even changed before she realized she didn't feel the need to shower any longer. She quickly washed her hair before turning off the shower. As she dried off she heard her phone ding loudly from her purse in the kitchen. She grabbed her bathrobe, slipping it on as she went to receive her phone.

It was a text from Arnold.

You missed out. Massage was amazing. I'm looking forward to see you again.

Right back at ya.

She replied back before saving the contact. She paused before typing into the contact name. Helga didn't like to use her client's first names, so she used nicknames instead. But what name to use for Arnold?

She smirked, thinking of the perfect name. One that she could never call him in risk of losing him as a client.

Football Head

Yes, that would do.