It sounded too good to be true. I will admit, at first I was
shocked. I had joined Monica at a small cafe for lunch. I
had been surprised when she called for we didn't often see
each other any more. Three years ago our husbands had been
partners in a thriving cosmetic surgery practice and then
her husband became enthralled with his latest creation, a
tall exotic dancer that had come in for some lypo, added a
nose job, then a boob job and then decided she liked the good
doctor so well she took him too. After a messy divorce her
husband sold his part of the practice to the remaining partners
and left with his latest creation. I thought Monica had left
town also but here she was. So when she called I couldn't
imagine what she wanted to talk about after three years, but
lately I had been so bored, she was buying and I had always
loved Cafe Roberto.
She picked at the salad she had ordered. I
noticed she ate little and finally she leaned closer, "I
suppose you are wondering what I wanted to talk to you about
after three years." She sniffed delicately, smiling at
me, and continued. "Well the last year or so I have taken
on a part time job and when my boss asked me if I knew someone
that had certain talents," she paused biting her lip,
trying to find the right words it seemed.
"And well, I thought of you. I remember,
" she closed her eyes shaking her head, "I remember
that feeling of being so invisible! My whole being so wrapped
up in being the good doctors' wife. Knowing all of the women
that parade through his office day after day." She sounded
so bitter but I had to pause, hadn't I been feeling the same
way recently. Lately when Tom came home raving about this
woman or that I found myself doubting, looking at myself in
the mirror and wondering how I measured up to these women.
The kids didn't need me nearly as much as they used to. I
had been restless lately, looking for something to keep me
busy but Monica's attitude made me concerned that there was
something fishy about this opportunity so I very bluntly asked.
"What are you talking about Monica? Is this something
illegal? Her model thinness, lack of appetite and sniffles
made me suspect she was probably involved in some sort of
"Well I suppose it is illegal, but it
shouldn't be" she replied. "Adults who enjoy spending
time together should not be considered illegal."
"Spending time together," I questioned?
She leaned closer, glancing about to make
sure no one was listening, and then continued. "A few
years ago a friend approached me about helping him out. It
seems he had an extremely rich friend who was going to be
in the area and who needed an escort. He was too busy to look
for someone that fit his specifications for the short time
he was here and so had enlisted the aid of my friend to find
someone. I spent the weekend with him and was rewarded well.
In fact, I made more that weekend then I had made the whole
month at the firm I worked at"
She paused and I asked dumbfoundedly, "Are
you a prostitute Monica?"
She laughed, shaking her head, "No, I
don't use that word and neither does my friends."
"So what word do you use," I asked?
"And what did you want to see me about? I could never
do something like that."
"Aren't you even interested?" she
smiled, "Don't you wonder if another man besides Tom
would find you sexy, desirable. You certainly have kept your
figure, still only the two kids right?" She leaned forward
and continued more earnestly, "Aren't you looking for
something for you, Laura? Those kids of yours must be in school
by now all day long. Don't need you as much except for that
six dozen cookies for the bake sale or the Halloween costume,
or maybe a ride to their friends house. It's not bad life,
but does it have the daring and excitement that you expected
your life to be filled with?"
But I sputtered, "Why me, what makes
you think I would do something like that?"
She sighed, patiently, "Because Laura
we are alike, attractive, intelligent women who put our hopes
and plans on hold for our husband's dreams and careers only
to wake up years later and realize that we had sunk into assuming
a role of housekeeper, nanny, and occasional lover. Our dreams
are gone and we are left living vicariously through our children
And you think the answer is to sleep with
other men for money?" I shook my head.
"Or other women," Monica smiled.
Although I was asking all these questions,
looking back I now realize I was hooked. The idea intrigued
me and I was already thinking of what I would wear, if I ever
did it, which of course I never would. Would I? Would any
man really want to pay money to be with me?"
Monica slipped a card across the table. It
lay there between us, a simple card with a phone number scratched
across the back. I hesitated and Monica slipped it closer,
"Take it, think it over, and then call the number. I
know you Laura, I know how empty that picture perfect life
can be. I also know how hot you are deep in your soul Remember
the time we shared fantasies, remember what yours was?"
I gazed at the card, not even looking up at
her, remembering, my words flooding back, "I think I
would love to be a high class call girl, fucking different
men, desired by many, using them all and getting paid for
"Here's your chance," she whispered,
standing up, she dropped several hundred dollars on the table,
I watched her, as she left, shaking my head,
"I could never do that," but a little voice in my
head whispered, "Yes Laura you could."
When I got home that afternoon I tossed the
card into my desk drawer and forgot it or at least I tried
to. But at the most inopportune times I would think of that
card, of that number. A small voice in my head would occasionally
chide me, "Throw it away, don't do it." But did
it matter if I threw the piece of paper away? The idea, the
phone number was already planted and memorized. It was late
May and the kids were busy with end of the school year field
trips, picnics and parties. Both of them were going off to
camp for 4 weeks as soon as school was out so I was also busy
getting their things together for that.
Tom came home one evening smiling. "Alex
Barr invited us to join him next week on a fishing trip up
to Canada. He was so happy with his wife's augmentation that
he invited us to go along to his new lodge. I have heard it
is just amazing. This trip is going to be so relaxing."
Next week," I asked? "You said yes
already? I thought that we were going to spend a few days
together, but I suppose what does it matter if we are there
or do something different. It's not like we have reservations
anywhere or anything."
He had the courtesy at least to blush guiltily
as he explained, "Umm, when I said us, I meant the partners
at the clinic. The wives aren't invited. I know we talked
about me taking the week off but like you said nothing has
been planned or anything. Right?" He left the kitchen
shrugging his shoulders. "Sorry Hon, do you know where
we put those jigs that my Dad gave me?"
I stepped over to the desk and opened the
drawer. The card lay there, staring up at me, calling me.
I looked up at the calendar above the desk, X's marking off
the days when the kids, when my whole family would be gone.
When I would have no responsibilities, no kids, no husband.
I swallowed hard, my hand wrapping around the card slipping
it into my pocket.
I made the call the next week as soon as Tom
left. A sleepy, masculine voice answered, "Yeah, this
better be important." There was a rattle, a clunk, the
phone must have been dropped and in the background I heard
a muttered, "Who the fuck is calling me at 9:30 in the
frickin morning." Then, "Who is this?"
I hesitated, and then surged ahead breathlessly,
"My name is Laura. Monica gave me your number and told
me to call. I'm sorry I bothered you." I hung up, standing
with my eyes closed, my hands over my face, "What was
I shook my head and then nearly jumped out
of my skin when the phone rang. I gazed at it apprehensively
and then snatched it up.
"Hey, is this Laura?"
"Yesssss," I replied.
"Sorry about a moment ago," the
man on the other end continued. "My name is Nick. You
said you were a friend of Monica's?"
"How did you get my number?" I demanded.
"Ahhh, the wonders of modern technology,"
Nick replied, "Caller ID. Nothing for you to be upset
about. If you don't want to chat I'll just hang up but you
did call me and I am curious. Monica told me she had given
you my number weeks ago."
"Well I had to think about it, calling
you that is," I hurried to add.
He chuckled softly on the phone and I found
myself relaxing, feeling silly about my nervousness. "Do
you often worry so much about making a phone call," he
"No, but then I have never made this
phone call before," I parried.
"And why would a call to me be anything
important," Nick laughed. I hesitated not saying anything
so he continued. "Ahh, Laura, I think we can both tell
this phone call may be very important to both of us."
"Yesss," I whispered, swallowing
"Laura, I tell you what, hon. Why don't
you come over later, say about 5 and we can talk more. I'll
show you around and we will see how you feel about it all.
He rattled off an address that impressed me.
It was in a very affluent area of the city where we had occasionally
attended parties or events, usually hosted by some patient
of Tom's. I admitted that I wasn't sure where the address
was exactly but that I would try to find it.
"No we don't want that baby," he
said. "I tell you what, I'll send a car for you at 4:30,
OK? Can you be ready by then, Hon? Oh and Laura, dress for
a lover, baby." He hung up.
For a moment I stood there, biting my lip,
"Could I go through with this," I wondered. I ran
upstairs. Heading for the closet, I passed the mirror, catching
sight of myself. I paused, moving closer, staring at my reflection.
Not bad I thought for 33. My skin was smooth, my blonde hair
bright, shining pulled back in a casual pony tail. I slipped
off the sundress I was wearing. Smiling, yep, I still had
my figure even after 10 years of marriage and 2 kids. Full
breasted, long legged, if anything at 33 my body was sexier,
fuller, more sensuous then when I had been a young co-ed.
I turned back to the closet searching for a particular dress.
Finding it I triumphantly pulled it out. It
was form fitting, hugging my curves, covering everything but
leaving little to the imagination. The scoop neckline showed
a goodly amount of cleavage. I had bought it on a whim two
years ago for a cocktail party. I modeled it for Tom while
he was watching the end of a basketball game. He never did
finish that game, instead he fucked me hard on the family
room couch, and then asked me not to wear it to the party.
Looking back I remember I was not happy with his request.
I loved how powerful and sexy I felt in that dress. Well here
was my chance to get a different man's reaction. I pulled
out some strappy sandals and slipped them on. Noticing my
feet I snatched up the phone, calling my favorite salon.
"Simon? This is Laura...... fine, I'm
just fine. Tom and the kids are gone for the week and I thought
this would be the perfect time to come in and pamper myself.
Simon, I want it all, head to toe.....give me the works! Is
there any chance I could get in today?....Sure, I can be there
Five hours later I stood at the desk, handing
the clerk my card. "Laura, you look stunning," Simon
beamed at my side, fluttering about. Hands on his hips he
declared, "I am so good it scares me at times."
He spun me around for the benefit of the clerk, who laughed
at his antics, "Check this out Susie-Q She is so gorgeous
and has no where to go." He shook his head, "What
a shame. I swear Laura I am tempted to take you out myself,
no matter how upset my Henri would get!"
I laughed and assured Simon that I would not
let his hard work go unappreciated and that I would find something
to do. Then I headed home, watching the clock. The car would
be arriving to pick me up in an hour.
Exactly at 4:30 a sleek black Lexus pulled
up. I met the uniformed driver at the door and allowed him
to escort me outside, opening the door and whisking me away.
I sat in the back seat nervous and frightened. What was I
thinking? At least four times I leaned forward intending to
tell the driver, take me home, Now!!!!!!! Only to sit back
and bite my lip, determined to try this.
The car pulled through the gates of an impressive
home in a quiet neighborhood. As we drove up to a massive
portico I could see well tended gardens that led down to the
lake. Waiting at the front was a man, dressed casually in
khakis and a white shirt. The shirt glowed against his tanned
skin and I returned his smile as he gallantly opened the door
and helped me out of the car. He tucked my arm under his and
led me into the house. "Ah. Laura, Monica did not tell
me how very sexy you were." His fingertips slid sensuously
along the skin of my inner wrist and he gazed deep into my
eyes. "I am certainly glad you called me. I think we
are both going to find this to be mutually satisfying if you
are only half as sensuous as you are beautiful."
The home he led me into was a showplace. Tastefully
decorated, full of beautiful fabrics, furnishings, and art.
To the left of the foyer was a large room full of shades of
blue and deep green. As we passed I noticed a bar, and lovely,
intimate groupings of couches and love seats. Immediately
pass this room the foyer opened up with a ceiling that soared
upward to a beautiful skylight done in stain glass. A double
stair case rose up on each side of the room to meet directly
ahead of us. It appeared as if a hallway led away from this
second story landing to bedrooms I assumed. "Please,
this way" Nick indicated, opening a door so cleverly
done it blended right in with the paneled walls of the foyer.
I followed, trying not to gape, at this lovely home. :If you
have any questions about anything please feel free to ask."
We had entered what looked like a private
suite of rooms. Nick seated me on the couch and then walked
over to a large desk in the corner. Picking up the phone,
I over heard him instruct , that he was not to be disturbed
for anything. Then he seated himself next to me and offered
me a glass of wine, which I gladly accepted. For awhile we
chatted about the business. He had been doing this for 5 years
and had a dozen women working for him. He was open and answered
all my questions. Finally after an hour or so I paused just
trying to take in all the information he had given me. Nick
watched me as I sipped the red wine and I blushed, finally
demanding he stop looking at me He smiled and moved a bit
closer. I noticed the way his dark hair curled about his collar
and how velvety brown his eyes were. "But I cannot help
but stare, Laura. Your friend Monica said you were a beautiful
woman but I am afraid she did not do you justice. Your lush
figure, your tempting skin, your full lips," he reached
out running his fingertip over my lower lip, "Just looking
at you makes me want to see what is under that delightfully
I blushed, feeling terribly naive. What had
made me think that I could do this. That a man would pay money
to spend time with me. "I think I might have made a mistake,"
I started to say, preparing to stand up.
Nick moved closer, slipping his arm around
me. "What makes you say that, Laura? He took my hand
placing it on his crotch? My eyes widened as I felt the hardness
already evident there. "Please stay. I am enjoying getting
to know you more and I think it is evident that I would definitely
like to know you even better but Laura," he took my chin
in his hand, tipping my face up and looking deep into my eyes,
"you are the one in control here. I want you to know
that. You are the one that makes the decision about whether
I do anything about this," he pulsed under my hand, "or
we just enjoy the wine and some warm conversation. Do you
understand baby? It is up to you."
I had the power. The power to walk out the
door and take only the memory of an amazing visit and a sexy
man that had already made me feel more desirable than I had
in years or the option to take more. I moved closer reaching
out, my fingertips teasing his full lip. I leaned over letting
my lips move up the side of his face, nibbling along his jawline.
He groaned as my teasing lips moved over his sensitive skin.
I whispered in his ear, "What can I do for you Nick??
Hmmmm?" My tongue flicked out wetting his ear lobe. He
moaned softly. I let my hands slip up over his shirt. Feeling
the firm outline of muscles under the shirt. Suddenly I wanted
to touch his skin, to run my lips over him, tasting him.
My hands tugged the shirt out of his waistband
and slipped underneath the fabric, gliding over his warm skin,
my fingers slipping up over his smooth chest. My searching
fingertips found his hard male nipples and pinched them lightly,
causing him to let his head fall back, biting his lip for
control. I leaned closer and let my warm wet mouth slip over
him, sucking his nipple into a hard pebbly point. He gasped
and I felt his hand touch lightly in my hair. My mouth moved
across his chest and gave his other nipple equal attention
as my nails scratched a path downward, catching in his waistband.
I looked up, my blue eyes twinkling as I inquired, "How
am I doing Nick?"
He smiled back, and closed his eyes as I slid
my hand over the hardness of his erection, "Baby, you
are amazing. You can tell how horny you are making me, can't
you? I want to fuck you so bad, but I won't. Not until you
tell me to baby." His hand covered mine pressing me more
intimately against his hard cock. "But do you want to
waste something like this," he grinned?
I shook my head slowly, "No I don't want
to waste it. In fact I know exactly what I want to do with
it." My hands undid the button on his pants, slowly unzipping
them. I slipped my hand inside, nothing but the silk of Nick's
boxers, between my eager hand and his hard tool. I let my
hand wrap around him, stroking, pulling the silky fabric tight
over the engorged head of his cock. I leaned over kissing
Nick softly on the lips as my hand stroked him through the
silk. "I want this Nick," I whispered, "I want
it very badly."
His hips thrust involuntarily at my words,
"Then take it baby, take it," he begged.
I felt his hand reach around me sliding the
zipper of my dress down exposing my back, his hands slipped
into the dress caressing the skin of my back and expertly
opening the hooks of my sheer bra.
I slipped to my knees before him, struggling
to keep the unfastened dress and loosened bra still on I moved
between his outstretched legs. He watched and reached down,
slipping the dress and bra down. The bra fell to the floor
forgotten and my dress bunched about my waist leaving my full
breasts bare. His hands reached for them but then remembered
and biting his lip he let them drop to his lap where he rubbed
the head of his cock through the emerald green silk. I moved
closer shoving his knees apart, reaching down I trapped his
hands in mine and pinned them to the sides of his strong thighs.
Leaning down I rubbed my face back and forth, he groaned,
and I smiled, releasing his hands which then slid through
the soft silky strands of my hair. I inhaled, smelling the
scent of his skin, and then exhaled, blowing hot steamy breaths
My hands slid up grasping the waistband of
his khakis, tugging them down. "Lift your hips,"
I demanded, dragging the boxers with them. Nicks hard cock
sprang free and I paused, "Sit back Nick, I want to look
at you." I licked my lips as I stared. It was average
in size, actually slightly smaller than Tom's, but thicker,
with an engorged head. He groaned as my head lowered, "Hungry
Baby," he asked? "Greedy?"