Escort, for a favour14:29 Feb 22 2009
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A Short story, with some Adult themes: Not intended for minors.
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The phone-rang, just as I’d taken my coffee through to the bathroom, to enjoy as I wallowed in the water.
I had placed the red mug down on the corner of the bath, and then ran barefoot, in just a terry-towel robe, to the back-room, to answer the phone.
“Hi, I know we haven’t spoke for a while, but…” It was a soft voice, speaking fast.
It was Lucie, of Lucie and Darren. They had a place in New Brighton, where I used to call quite often, one pleasant summer.
He had been a body-builder, dash builder, who’d met her dancing in a lap-dancing bar and been quite taken with her blonde hair, blue eyes and, at the time, full somewhat pneumatic looking breasts, that ended up slimmer and somewhat perky, after a fitness regime. But, I digress.
I had met her on a confidence course, which I’d needed, after a disastrous relationship had turned real sour on me.
Come break-time, we would go outside for a cigarette together: and, on one of those occasions, she had dropped her grey sweats to her mid-thigh, to show me the little red devil, with pitchfork, on her upper thigh, right hip.
With her endless lists, family runaround; and relationship issues of her own, Lucie had been a real candidate for a class such as it.
But to quote the tutor, “It’ll only work for you, if you really want change.”
All I can say now, in retrospect, is that Lucie hadn’t wanted change.
And, to further exasperate matters, it soon became apparent to me, that her fella just wasn’t too happy with her friendship with me.
He’d been in a band, mainly doing covers and suchlike, but when I did sit in a few times, on rehearsals and at a couple of gigs, with Lucie, both his band members and himself just weren’t ‘right’ with me.
And, looking back, one of the things I missed about my friendhip with her, was that she was not only comfortable with me liking to dress in lingerie, she had even passed some onto me and one, hugged me, whist I was dressed in a lacy one piece that did up at the crotch, lacy panties, worn reversed, to hold him in place; and, thigh-high, self-support stockings.
That had been memorable, in itself.
But, I hadn’t heard from her in ages, now she had phoned: weird.
“I hope you can help me…?” She asked.
“Maybe,” I relied, somewhat cautiously. As I say, I hadn’t heard from her, in ages.
“Well…” she began, “do you still like men??”
What a question to ask, pretty well out of the blue. But, I answered.
“Yes, I guess.”
“Well, when did you last go with a man?” She asked me, hurriedly, as it to rid herself of the embarrassment, in asking me at all.
“Awhile back I guess,” I replied, wondering where this was going, while my bath water was getting cold.
“Well, are you doing anything later?” She asked fast again, as if the question itself, was hard to ask.
“Er nothing, I guess.” It was Saturday and there was a show I wanted to watch. But other than that; sure, I had nothing really planned. Nothing I wouldn’t say “no” to, if presented with something far more interesting to do.
“Well, do you want to meet someone?” She asked, in a timorous voice: and, I couldn’t help but wonder if she was turning red, with embarrassment as she spoke.
I crouched down, listening with intent, to what she was saying to me.
“Pardon?” I asked, more a little surprised still, that she had phoned: Now stupefied, that she had asked what she had.
Granted, we used to talk of such things. But that was then, way back then.
“Well,” she started up, as though she were talking to someone in class, “Darren has this friend who’s come over from Canada, to give a hand with the band, but well I guess he’s been feeling lonely and I wondered, maybe you’d like to…”
“Be fucked by him?” I asked, putting it bluntly.
“I wouldn’t put it like that,” she threw in, defensively.
“Erm, okay Luce, what did you mean??” I asked, intrigued.
“I told him I knew someone who might like to do outcall escort work; who likes to give and receive; and, dress up. He liked that bit, a lot.”
Now she had me interested.
“What else can you tell me about him??” I quizzed, very aware that between my thighs a twitch of arousal had him bouncing a little.
Well, he liked her proposition; and that was certain already.
“He’s in his late thirties, well-dressed and is quite slim with thick brown hair, that’s kinda wavy,” she answered.
I thought. I thought long and hard, for all of two seconds, before I asked my next question of Lucie: “So how much have you told him I charge??”
It was a good question.
En says
“Well I told him you charged eighty pound for an hour…” and she paused a second or two, before carrying on, “and, fort, for most extra’s.”
“Most?” I queried.
“Well,” she answered, “I didn’t know what you won’t do, so I thought that the safest.”
I could easily imagine her smiling, as she said that. Lucie had known me quite well, back then and now, it seemed: ‘Coz, I am a little bit more adaptable, than most.
“Well, it’s an interesting idea,” I told her, “But, I need to think about it Luce. Like I said, I haven’t been with a guy for ages.” And besides, I had my bath waiting for me.
She went quiet.
“Well…” she began, “he wants company tonight. And Darren needs his help… and…” There it was, she was asking me to see this man, for her fella.
“Look, I’ll have my bath and think about it,” I told her.
“I need to know soon… I…” she responded, all at once: and, I could swear I heard mumbling in the background, perhaps from Darren: “I have to let him know, soon.”
“Like when?” I quizzed, as I stood up.
Again I heard muffled mumbles, as a hand went over the mouthpiece and there were mixed voices in the background.
“Five o’clock, at the very latest, erm… Darren says,” she pronounced.
“Okay, baths ready, ring in about ten minutes, I’ll have an answer for you then.”
And that was it, for now, I thought to myself: and so it so, as I wallowed in the bath, after topping it up with some more hot water.
I knew already what my answer would be: I would say ‘yes.’
It was inevitable that I would; but Darren had had such an effect on my friendship with Lucie that I was reticent to do as they had asked of me, even though I do like my adventures, particularly the ones of a sexual nature.
Well, ten minutes later the phone rang, almost to the second.
‘Someone’s impatient,’ I mused, with a wry smile, as stood watching the phone and let it ring awhile.
Finally I answered the phone.
“Hello, who is that?” I asked.
“It’s Lucie, you said to ring in ten minutes,” she said to me, all very quickly.
“Oh yes, sorry,” I retorted, a smile on my face.
I was determined to play this out and say where it went, but why not have a little fun on the way?? It seemed fair, to me.
“Have you made a decision?” Lucie asked, anxiety in her voice.
“Aye, I have.” I replied flatly.
“Well what is it?” She asked me, her words slurring one into the other.
“You bring me something pretty to wear and give me a hug, like I remember so well and we’re on, okay?” It seemed like a pretty reasonable request, to me.
“But… but…”
“That’s my condition Luce. And anyways, its not like I’m asking much, now is it?”
Again there was the hand over the mouthpiece and mumbling in the background, as the two of them talked.
“It’s one o’clock…” she told me, “I’ll be down in about half an hour. What sort of thing to do you want to wear?”
COMMENTS
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dabbler
06:44 Mar 17 2009
Had you not taken decisive action you incremental pain would have assured you an absent minded irrational accident.
I am always reluctant to go to dentist, ( I came to during a wisdom tooth extraction, with no dentist in the room.. ).