About the author

Sharyn Jaeger was born in Scottsdale, Arizona, and attended

Arizona State University, where she later earned a Masters
degree in Criminal Justice.
In 2008 she moved to the beautiful coast of California, and
now calls Santa Barbara home.
Sharyn is an animal lover who has rescued five dogs and
continues in efforts to stop animal cruelty.

This book is dedicated to anyone that has ever chased a

dream. If you dont like your story, write your own.

Sharyn Jaeger

DEADLY CLIMAX

Copyright Sharyn Jaeger (2015)

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The importance of this book is to allow for someone to escape

their reality and become connected with the characters that
have been created in this book, and to feel a passion or thrill
that may be missing in ones life.

Prologue

Sex, sex, sex, you could do it all the time, yet it never
seems to be enough. It has always been one of Americas
favorite pastimes. A man could be down to his last
penny and if he had to choose between a meal or a roll in
the hay, you could guarantee that in the end, that man
would starve. It is a recession-proof business. Sex is a
need, a want, a desire. Its used as a weapon, a tool, and
a way of life. It had been a way of life for Lucy Lust for
the past five years.
Lucy Lust, of course, was not her given name, but
that of a persona in which she had created; a persona in
which she is selling fantasy, fetish, and desire to those
who are incapable of creating it for themselves. She
wasnt your everyday streetwalker. She had earned
herself some very established customers. She was
pushing 31 years old, but could easily pull off 25 in her
business attire. Tonight, it was a small black satin skirt
that was just long enough to accentuate her perfectly
round ass, but short enough to show off her long legs,
accompanied by a blue lace shirt that was laced just
tightly enough to accentuate her small, but perky b-cup
breasts and shadow her perfectly hard nipples.
She looked at the calendar and shuddered as she saw
that it was only three days away from the end of 2019.
Even in the harsh December winter in New York, the
pricks would be out, looking for entertainment for the
pricks in their pants. She decided it was too cold for her
open-toed shoes and opted for black lace stockings and
her thigh-high black leather boots. She often changed the
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complete look of her persona by switching up her eye

color, hair color, and style of dress, in order to keep her
clients from getting bored. Tonights eye color was a
mixture of all of them, giving her eyes the illusion of a
rainbow. She chose these contacts to match her perfectly
frosted eye shadow. She glanced out the window and
decided it was too cold outside for short hair, and after
some debating, put on her long brown-haired wig.
Although it wasnt real hair, it was long and thick, and it
tickled her back where it laid on her bare skin. She did
one twirl in front of the mirror, and decided she looked
damn good tonight.
And the night begins. Time to freeze my ass and
pretend to like these pervs so I can pay my bills, she
said to the mirror as she took one last glance and headed
out the door of the small studio she rented.
As soon as she walked outside, she was assaulted by
the teeth-clenching cold and the little flakes of snow that
had begun to fall. Instantly, her nipples were hard
enough to cut glass. She was contemplating just saying
screw it and heading back inside, but then she
remembered the long black dress in the Barneys
storefront window that had her name on it. It was a Rick
Owens Grecian Gown and only $3,450. She was halfway
towards having enough money for that dress, and if her
night went well, she would be heading to Barneys by
the end of the week. With her goals in sight once again,
she walked the three blocks to her favorite spot and
screwed on her fake, sexy smile and got to work.
Prostitution was still illegal, but the law tended to
look the other way. Since 2015, when all the licensed
companion laws were put on the bill, people had
different views towards prostitution. None of the bills
passed, leaving sex-selling illegal, but it seemed to not
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be worth an officers time to deal with it. So, Lucy was

not surprised anymore when a John walked right up to
her on the street with cash out in hand, not being the
least bit shy.
Her first John of the night was an early bird. It was
shortly after 10:00 pm, and he came staggering up with a
cheeky grin on his extremely round face.
Hey cupcake, its my birthday. Wanna give me a
present? He sloshed out, in between burps.
Its everyones birthday when they want free sex.
Lucy responded, I will tell you what, since its your
birthday, how about you tell me what you want and I
will pretend extra hard to like you and smile the whole
time.
Okay cupcake. You have a deal. I have $50 and a
car parked down the street. I promise I will smile the
whole time too. Its my birthday.
Fifteen minutes later, Lucy was $50.00 closer to her
gown and extremely happy she hadnt been vomited on.
She told the guy he shouldnt drive and helped him call a
cab home. She left him as he was telling the cab driver
for the third time that it was his birthday, and she headed
back to her spot.
Two hours and three Johns later, Lucy was $500
richer and ready to call it a night, when she looked up to
see a sinfully handsome man walking her way. He was
tall, very well built, and had a face that could have only
been designed by God himself. No way this guy needs to
pay to get his rocks off, she thought to herself. As he
walked right up to her and smiled with his very sensual
lips, she found herself thinking about how good it would
feel for her lips to caress his and realized this one would
be business AND pleasure. He grabbed her hand and
brought it gently to his lips and lightly brushed them
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across her hand. This caused her thighs to start throbbing

as he blew his hot breath against her hand and said,
Good evening, beautiful.
It is evening, but I dont know about the good part.
I am freezing my ass off out here, she said, not trying to
sound rude, but this was the first time she was tonguetied.
I have a hotel on this street if you would like to get
out of the cold. It would be my pleasure to spend some
time and money with you. My name is-
I dont do names, she said abruptly, cutting him
off. This had always been a rule for her. They were all
just John, but she didnt know if she believed herself this
time, as she found herself wondering what name went
with his perfectly chiseled face. I find that it is easier to
keep yourself anonymous with certain business dealings.
I go by Lucy Lust, but for the right price you can call me
whatever you want.
I will just call you beautiful, if that will please you,
as he outstretched his arm, linked it to hers and escorted
them down the icy street to his hotel.
When they reached the hotel she saw that it was the
Millennium Hilton Hotel and had to hold back a little
whimper of joy. She wasnt sure if she was more excited
about the hotel or to get out of the damn freezing cold
weather. She was fairly sure that she stopped feeling her
ass a couple hours earlier. She wasnt at all surprised that
he wanted to enter through the garage, as her attire was
far too flashy for this hotels upscale lobby. Then again,
that was her intention in wearing her such attire. They
continued to make their way in and took the elevator to
the 18th floor. They headed down the long, luxurious
hallway. He stopped at room 1810 and unlocked it with
his key card. They stepped in and the door closed with a
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loud thud behind her. The room was large, with modern
art and furniture. There was a black leather, odd-shaped
couch in the center of the room with a glass tabletop
made up of shattered glass pieces joined together.
Everything she looked at seemed to be a piece of art.
There was even a full-size kitchen filled with artistic
knick-knacks. The theme seemed to be black and cold
steel, but it worked.
Lucy turned to look at the deadly handsome man
offering her a glass of champagne. She took the glass
and took a small sip. She had been in the business long
enough to know if something had been slipped in it. One
small sip and she could tell if the taste was off. Satisfied
with the taste, she took a bigger sip, felt the bubbles
travel down her throat and smiled. Now that the
pleasantries are done with, shall we discuss price, she
asked him with a flirtatious grin.
He pulled out two $500 bills and set them on the
counter. Here is what I have. What I want is pleasure,
excitement, and highly erotic. Can you provide me with
all that?
I can provide you with all that and much, much
more, she said as she unzipped her skirt and felt the
smooth satin caress her hips and legs as it fell all the way
to the floor. She stood there, standing in her black lace
thong that barely covered her moneymaker that was
there between her soft thighs.
He walked over to her, grabbed her hair just enough
to pull her head back and expose her neck. He
seductively brushed his lips over her neck before
teasingly nibbling her ear. His eyes met her eyes, and he
watched as her pupils dilated while he ran his fingers
over the top part of her lace panties. She could feel her
heart beginning to beat rapidly as he slowly slid her
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panties to the side and used his fingers to explore the

heat inside her. Before he took her over the edge, he
stopped and asked her to take the remainder of her
clothes off. She happily obliged his demand and stood in
the middle of the living room, letting him enjoy the
view. He simply smiled and got down on his knees in
front of her and began to explore her again, but this time
with his mouth. He used his tongue to drive her rapidly
over the edge. As she came for him, he simply smiled.
He picked her up and took her to the bedroom. When he
dropped her on the bed, she could see that he was hard as
a rock and almost exploding out of his jeans. He stripped
himself naked, exposing a perfectly sculpted body. He
reached his hand out for hers and brought her up to him.
She knew exactly what he wanted and brought him as
close to climax as he would allow with her skilled
mouth.
Roll over, he said as he pulled her head back by
her hair. She did as she was told and he pulled her hair to
the side to expose her naked back and the temporary
butterfly tattoo she had put on that night. He gently
skimmed his hand down her spine to the nape of her
butt. He was not gentle when he began to take her. He
moved with speed as he rammed himself into her. It
didnt hurt, it felt good, but she was surprised at the
mood change. He grabbed a fist full of her hair as he
moved in and out of her. She felt her breath catching and
unable to stifle the screams of pleasure as he took her
over the edge once more. They came together and he
released himself on her bare butt.
He collapsed next to her on the bed, trying to catch
his breath. Looking at him was like looking at a god. He
was glimmering from all the sweat and she noticed that
he was still very hard. She was pretty sure she could hear
her own heartbeat in the silence of the room. As if
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almost reading her mind, he got up and turned some

music on and climbed on top of her. He began thrusting
inside her again and placed both hands around her neck.
His hands were a little too big and a little too tight
for her liking. I dont do that, she said as she tried to
remove his hands from her neck, but they only tightened.
Unable to speak or give commands to him anymore, she
started to panic. She was fighting for air and beginning
to see stars. She couldnt focus, but she was trained and
knew how to get out of these kinds of situations. She had
enough know-how to take care of herself. The panic set
in and she couldnt quite remember the training. Instead,
she flailed and flung her legs until he lost his balance
just enough to loosen his grip a bit and for her to get off
the bed. She got up quickly, but not quick enough, as the
fist intended for her face slammed into her shoulder. Her
shoulder exploded with pain and she felt him grab for
her hair. He pulled the wig off in one forceful tug, and
managed to get a chunk of her real hair too. Pain was
swimming through her head as she tried to focus.
Get over here you stupid little cunt, he shouted. I
paid for fun, pleasure, and excitement. You promised me
all three and you can bet I am going to get them all from
you. You are about to find out what I call a good time.
She tried to run out the room, but he grabbed her by
the waist from behind and flung her on the bed with such
force that she almost bounced off. She grabbed the only
thing she could get her hands on and flung it at his face.
The glass vase shattered against his chest and he looked
at her and gave her a devilish smile. He came at her and
she made one last attempt for the door, but was crushed
to the floor with his body. As his hands closed around
her neck again, she reached for a piece of the broken
vase and stabbed him with it. He screamed out in pain
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