8 Months Past…
As we waited for our first client to arrive, Sandra and I relaxed with drinks. I’d started taking small bottles from hotel mini-bars home with me if clients had to leave quickly after sex. I’d brought many of those bottles back with me from my apartment along with clothes for our sleepover tonight and gang bang tomorrow night. Sandra was tutoring me with lessons she’d learned in the four years she’d been a call girl.
When I mentioned how sometimes it was painful, especially with the first client of a day, taking a cock until my pussy moistened, she got a plastic bottle from her purse. It was a small, clear bottle with a long, tapered neck. A screw-on-cap closed the neck. “Get a bottle like this, with a cap like this so it doesn’t drip,” she told me. “Fill it with the lubricant you like and before you see your client, go to a stall in a ladies’ room. Insert the neck as far up your pussy as you can and squeeze out a good dollop. Body heat and gravity does the rest.”
I marveled at such a simple solution and couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it.
Marla had come through with not one, but two clients who wanted a threesome with us. Our first client arrived at 6 pm. As far as I was concerned my first threesome was incredible. I don’t think there was more than a few minutes at a time during the two hours that my pussy wasn’t being fingered, eaten or fucked. While one-on-one clients I met had seemed reluctant to kiss me, especially those who saw me late in the afternoon -no doubt uncertain if a previous client had cum in my mouth- this client had no hesitation kissing my pussy-flavored mouth after I’d eaten Sandra’s pussy.
Both of us shared his cock, taking turns sucking it, though at times we were more aware of each other than the cock between us. When our client pulled Sandra to lie beneath him it was exciting to watch. This was the first time I’d watched another woman being fucked except in porn. Porn was far less exciting than watching it live. Lying next to Sandra I loved watching and hearing her respond to the cock thrusting hard between her legs. But when our client pulled me to him, Sandra taught me what I should have been doing. Sitting on her face. Rubbing my pussy over her mouth. Sitting to face the client, she pulled my face up tight between her pussy lips until my nose was inside her hole and I had to breath through my mouth while Sandra rubbed her clit over my tongue in rhythm to the cock fucking my pussy.
All the while I heard her urging the client to, ‘Come in her tight pussy! I want to eat that cummy pussy so much.’ I still felt uncomfortable trying to talk dirty. Sandra did it effortlessly. She surprised me when she put her head on my mound and, turning her head, she pulled the cock from me and let the client fuck her mouth before putting his tip back in my gash.
When she began rubbing my sensitive clit hard, I would have screamed, ‘Not so hard!’ if my mouth hadn’t been covered with her pussy. Instead my scream was garbled, muffled.
“Listen to her. This bitch is ready to come! Come in her. That’s it! Come in that tight, little pussy,” I heard Sandra urge as the client thrust deep and groaned. As soon as his satisfied cock pulled out, Sandra’s mouth was at my gash, filling her mouth with all the cum and pussy juice she could suck from my hole. Once satisfied she’d gotten all she could, she pulled her mouth from between my pussy lips, moved up and kissed me, sharing the cum in her mouth while our client watched.
Once our client had rested, the next time his cock was inside Sandra, I knew what to do and didn’t just watch.
Our client spent the full two hours with us and wanted more, but we had to decline. We had an hour to rest and clean up before the second client of the night arrived. Our next client knocked on the door at 9 pm and left after 11 pm with a very satisfied smile on his face. I kept part of the second tip and handed Sandra all the rest. “There. Now I’ve tipped you for your excellent service,” I laughed. Sandra and I showered and fell asleep, cuddled together and exhausted from our shared sex.
The Present…
My new client was panting, resting motionless on my ass as the contractions of his cock lessened and stopped.
Roger was a new client, not just to me but to Marla’s office services, too. The trouble with a new client is that you have no idea what his eccentricities are. What he might be looking for, besides pussy of course. For example, does he prefer to leave cum in mouths or pussies. Some clients liked dirty talk during sex, some didn’t… All would be reported to Marla so she could make notes and pass the info along to the girls seeing that man in the future.
I thought how to describe Roger to Marla for her notes. Old, old, old guy. Small dick. Needs a lot of oral sex to get what he has hard. Once hard he’s quick off the mark…
I’m usually with a client only forty or fifty minutes when asked to meet in his office. A fair amount of time for the client to grope me, fuck me and for me to dress afterwards. Not today though… I’d sucked this old guy’s dick for what seemed like an hour before he’d gotten hard enough to penetrate my pussy. In far less time he’d come in me. Poor guy was continuing to rest on me for what seemed like a very long time as his gasps for air became more a wheeze. His dick had gone soft long before he began moving off me.
I wasn’t sure how long the old guy had gone without sex but he certainly seemed to have filled me with a large load of thick, white cum. I knew this because, while massaging my ass cheeks in his hands, he told me. There was pride in his voice that he still had some, ‘lead in my pecker’. I thought he’d hand me some tissue to wipe my pussy lips. Instead, he pulled my panties up and arranged the crotch to keep his cum from dripping onto couch or carpet. Fine for him, but I was left with a cummy crotch as he collapsed in the chair behind his desk and asked me to suck his cock again.
On my knees between his legs, my forehead was pressing against his large pot belly as I leaned in to find his now small and soft cock in his bush. I was hoping he wouldn’t want more than the blow job. Thank God, he didn’t. I didn’t expect all of my clients to be in good physical shape but I liked them not to be seventy year old, fat guys with small cocks that took an hour to get hard. I also liked my clients not to have been two packs a day smokers for the last fifty years. I’d thought he was going to have a heart attack during our sex the way he was gasping and wheezing for breath.
All in all, it hadn’t been a completely disagreeable fuck and the large tip he slipped into my bra made up for not giving me tissues. God knows, it wasn’t the first time I walked from a room with cum in my panties. I wouldn’t turn him down if he called Marla again but I didn’t give him my mark of excellence either. Leaving Roger’s office I wondered if I would be the last fuck this old, old, old guy would have in his life.
Finding a ladies’ room after leaving his office I took my panties off and wiped the smeared cum from my lips with toilet paper. Damned if he hadn’t lied about having lead in his pecker! Even as I wiped, more thick cum oozed to cling to my pussy hole. I was finally clean enough and inserted a tampon. I had to wait until a lady in the next stall left the bathroom before hurriedly washing the crotch of my panties.
Because of the longer than expected time I’d spent with the client, I was hoping I wouldn’t be too late for what I had planned. Wiping my pussy with a last handful of wet paper towels and putting my wet panties in my purse, I ran outside to catch a taxi home. A cold wind went up my dress to blow on still wet pussy lips. I missed a step with a cry of whuuu-huu-huu that I’m sure confused the nearby pedestrians.
In the lobby of my brownstone I took off my heels and carried them as I ran up the four flights of stairs to my apartment. Clothes were quickly stripped off and left where they landed. The tampon went into the trash and the wet panties were pulled out of my purse and tossed into the laundry hamper. I climbed into my shower and with hot water and soap scrubbed my pussy and thighs clean. Dried off, I quickly grabbed a clean thong and dressed in the clothes I’d pre-selected for my mission.
Looking at my watch as I put it back on my wrist, I saw I had five minutes before the subway train arrived. I was used to noticing Danny from the wondow about now walking from the direction of the subway stop. I hoped he would be on this train or I’d have to wait to see if he was on the next one. After using the bathroom mirror to give my make-up and lipstick a quick touch up, I put my heels on while hopping to the window. Looking towards the direction of the subway stop, I was brushing my hair when I saw Danny walking on the street. Tossing the brush, I ran for my door. Just in time I remembered and ran for my purse. Cramming my newly earned tip money into my short’s back pocket, I ran out of my apartment without stopping to lock the door. I went as quickly as I could in high heeled sandals down the four flights of stairs, so that I was out of breath by the time I reached the lobby. Pausing to get my breathing under control, I tossed my head to get my hair to lie just-so and waited… then I walked out of the building just as Danny turned to walk up the outside steps.
“Hi, Danny. What a nice coincidence. I was just going to the Coffee Clutch for a pastry,” I said, trying not to breath fast. I let Danny take a good look while I put on my sunglasses. Taking his arm in mine, I started walking. I gave him the option of going with me or, well, going with me. “I hate to eat alone. You’ll be my guest. Why, we haven’t talked except to say hello in forever!”
“We’ve never talked except to say hello,” Danny said, half bewildered by what was going on and half interested in looking at my legs and everything North of my shorty-shorts. Dammit! I should have put on my flat sandals, I thought, realizing I was at least six inches taller than Danny in my high heeled pair. I was so used to wearing high heels to meet clients, in my hurry I’d grabbed these without thinking. Boys were so much easier to manipulate with a soft boob pressed to their bicep. In heels the best I could aim for was a shoulder.
“Well, then it has been too long, hasn’t it? So how goes your classes? You know? I don’t even know what classes you’re taking,” I continued to babble on without giving Danny a chance to answer as the Coffee Clutch drew nearer. “What’s your major? Don’t you just love it when the weather finally starts to warm up?”
Actually, it had been a bit chilly today and getting colder as the sun began to slide towards the horizon, but that was all to the good ’cause my nipples crinkled up and poked a little through my crop top. Danny tried so hard not to get caught looking.
“Olivia, it’s really nice for you to offer…”
“No. No, it’s my treat,” I repeated as Danny opened the door to the Coffee Clutch for me. “You know something? I’m hungry. Let’s get a sandwich and then a pastry for dessert.” Not giving Danny a chance to say no, I captured his arm in mine again and led him towards the small deli area in the store. “Maybe not pastry, though. I’m gaining weight. Do I look like I’ve gained weight? Be honest! I think so. I really need to start making time to run more. Do you run? We should make a running date…”
Having so much practice, I’m great at mindless babble. I think it’s because my Mom is a talker. I mean, my Mom can just talk, talk, talk, talk, talk… I guess I got it from her. I continued to babble through ordering. After sitting down with coffee, sandwich and a blueberry muffin, I let Danny talk a bit. By the time we’d finished our sandwiches I’d learned that Danny was studying to be a pharmacist or a veterinarian or something medical like that. He was a straight A student and that sounded good to me. I was sure I’d found my nerd.
We were almost done with our pastry when I asked if Danny could do me a favor.
“I knew it,” I heard Danny mutter. He had a sour look on his face.
“Knew what?”
“I knew you wanted something. Olivia, if you want a couch moved or something you don’t need to buy me food,” Danny told me in a disgusted tone, throwing his balled-up napkin onto his plate. “Just tell me what you want. At least you won’t have homework you want me to do for you.”
“Hey! What is your problem?” I asked. I didn’t like his tone.
“My problem is girls like you.”
“What about girls like me? You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know all I need to know about you.”
“Like what?” I challenged, wondering if Danny somehow knew I was a call girl.
“You were the Queen Bee in high school. You skated all four years because you had guys like me doing your homework. Writing your papers. You studied just enough to get Cs on your tests. The rest of the time you and your girlfriends talked about make-up, clothes and boys. Am I close to being right?”
“We talked about other things, too,” I told Danny self-righteously and then realized I’d just confirmed everything he’d said.
“Just get it over with, Olivia. Tell me what you want so you can go back to ignoring me. Next week are Finals so I’ll be with my study groups all weekend if it’s going to take a lot of time.”
“Study groups? Like at the library with other nerds? I mean, other students?”
Danny scowled. “No. You meant nerds. Yes, I’ll be at the library with the other nerds and…”
“Then that’s perfect,” I interrupted totally pleased. “You can help me and it won’t cost you more than a few minutes. I need you to take me to the library!”
Danny looked befuddled. “Take you to the library? Olivia, it’s not a huge campus. I’m pretty sure you can follow the signs.”
“I don’t need help finding the library. I need you to help me inside the library. You know… ,” I continued with an airy wave of my hand. “Finding that place where the books I need are stored.”
“All you do is use the Dewey Decimal System to…” Danny sighed. “Let me guess. You didn’t spend much time in the library while in high school, did you?”
“Do I look like a nerd? The only Dewey I know about is a nephew of Donald Duck. The middle one. Huey, Dewey and Louie.”
“So, all you want me to do is take you to the library and help you find the books you want? Why?”
“One of my bosses knows I studied German as a foreign language in school.” I told Danny my lies. “He has some papers he wants translated and I need a good English/German dictionary.”
“Why doesn’t he just use an on-line translation service?”
“Oh, umm…” I had to think fast. “It’s a legal document. He doesn’t trust that it might be put on the internet where someone might be able to read it. You know how it is. Once on the internet it’s always on the internet somewhere.”
I needed to get Danny’s thoughts on something else so I leaned over the table and whispered as if sharing a confidence, “A boyfriend once took some pictures of me and he said he deleted them but I wasn’t sure if I believed him. Well, never mind about that… So that’s why I need a really good dictionary because of the legal type German words.”
I thought I’d spun a pretty good cover story. At least Danny seemed to buy it.
“Okay. Sure, Olivia,” Danny shrugged. “If that’s all you need then be ready to catch the 9 am subway tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll be ready. So…” I looked at Danny thoughtfully. “So, who was it? What was her name who burned you so bad in high school that you’re still so mad you took it out on me?”
“Carolyn,” Danny answered after hesitating. “The Queen Bee of my high school. I refused to do her homework and got beat up by two football players until I said I would.”
“What a dumb-ass bitch! You don’t get good work if you have to threaten,” I told Danny indignantly before continuing in a self-righteous tone. “I took good care of my nerd.”
“Yea, right,” Danny said as if he didn’t believe me.
“I did! Everybody knew he was my nerd. If anyone gave him grief they knew I’d send two football players after them! I even got him dates with the B class girls.”
“B class? Not your girlfriends in the A’s,” Danny asked with a smirk.
“I did what I could but I wasn’t a miracle worker. I couldn’t cure his acne.”
Danny laughed. He was in a much better mood.
Back at my apartment I called Mom to move our date to weed the flower beds from tomorrow to Sunday. When I told her why, I don’t think she believed me.
* * * * * * * * *
After hanging up the phone I turned to my husband and said, “You’re not going to believe this, but Olivia is going with a boy to a library tomorrow.”
“Olivia? In a library on a Saturday?” he laughed. When I told him that’s what she’d told me, he got thoughtful. “Tell Olivia to invite this boy to Sunday brunch. I wanna meet the guy who can get her to go to a library on any day!”
* * * * * * * * *
The next morning I banged on Danny’s door and yelled that I’d meet him outside.
When Danny showed a little later I could tell something was wrong. His face had a hopeful look before he saw me. The look disappeared but then he put on a smile.
“What?” I asked looking at my clothes. “I’m dressed okay for a library, aren’t I?” I picked at my shirt to raise a strap up. “See, I’m even wearing a bra.”
“You look… nice, Olivia.”
I wasn’t convinced. His tone didn’t match his words. “What is it, Danny?”
I had to ask twice more and Danny looked embarrassed, but he finally admitted, “I was sort’a hoping you’d be wearing what you had on yesterday.”
I laughed, finally getting what he meant. “You want to show off a sexy girlfriend to your study buddies!” I punched him in the shoulder. “You horn dog! C’mon then, this won’t take long.”
Danny followed me back into the lobby, telling me that what I had on was okay. That we would miss the subway. I tossed him my book bag and told him to wait. I wouldn’t be long. “I can do sexy girlfriend in three minutes or less,” I called down as I ran the stairs.
It took a little longer than three minutes but when I stopped on the steps above Danny and struck a pose, I could tell from his face that I’d achieved my objective. As we power-walked to make the subway on time, I asked, “Do you think your study buddies will notice I’m not wearing a bra?”
“I think everyone on campus will notice,” Danny mumbled and doggedly kept his eyes fixed on a distant car.
“Ah, Danny. You say the nicest things,” I said. With heels on I was tall enough to feel natural putting my arm around Danny’s shoulders. I gave him a squeeze. “I told you. I take care of my nerd!”
Once on the correct floor in the library I put my arm back around Danny’s shoulders. “If you want to sell girlfriend/boyfriend you need to put your hand on my waist,” I whispered. He gingerly did and it looked pretty natural as we approached the table his study buddies were seated around. It’s hard to sneak up on a group of guys when, with the help of heeled sandals, you’re a 6′ 4″ blonde. Everyone was staring by the time we stopped at an empty seat. I waved and said hello to everyone in my best blonde, airhead voice, while Danny put his book bag down. Excusing himself, Danny told the group he was going to help me for a few minutes and then be right back. From the expressions on their faces I thought his rep was made.
With Danny’s help it didn’t take long to find where the dictionaries I needed were located. There were only two and I took both to a table where I could look at them. Danny left to do his study thing and I took the papers from my book bag to start mine. I’d made a list of words I needed to look up but at the end of two hours I was just as confused as when I’d first tried to read the damned papers.
No matter what I did, no matter how I translated the new words, they didn’t fit or make the sentences they were in make sense. I finally came to the conclusion that it was all just gibberish. What the fuck was Tim trying to tell me with gibberish? With a disgusted sigh I collected my papers and stuffed them back into my book bag.
Danny was still studying as I walked up behind him. He jumped in surprise when I put my hand on his shoulder. Leaning down to pretend I was reading the notes he’d been jotting down, I made sure everyone in his study group got a good look down my crop top. I decided I’d done almost all I could for my nerd’s reputation. Almost…
“I’m done with my studying, Danny. How long you gonna be?”
When Danny turned his head to answer I moved slightly to his side so his eyes ended up a few inches from my cleavage. When he finally gave an answer I put both hands on the sides of his head so he wouldn’t jerk away and ruin my performance. I kissed him. No tongue but it was a deep kiss. Tucking a few strands of long hair that always seemed to need cutting behind his ears, I pulled away. Then waving and calling over my shoulder not to be late, I put a little extra shimmy to my walk-away-walk.
Mission accomplished.
It was fully dark when there was a loud knocking on my door. I was almost finished eating a ham and cheese sandwich and I had a hint who it was. I took my time walking to the door. A second round of knocking followed by, “I know you’re home, Olivia. I can hear the TV.”
Leaning against my door, I swallowed the bit of sandwich in my mouth and asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s Danny! What the hell were you…”
“Hi, Danny,” I interrupted. “I’m just out of my shower.”
“Oh, umm. Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
“No. No, it’s okay. When I unlock the door just give it a five-count before you come in.” I unlocked the door.
“FiveFourThreeTwo…”
I locked the door again and laughed, “A slow five-count.”
I was having so much fun. Most days I saw two clients. I got to stroke a lot of cock but seldom to yank someone’s chain. I’d forgotten how fun it was to just let my tease out. I stuffed the last of my sandwich in my mouth and unlocked the door. Fast walking to my bedroom I heard…, “Five… …Four… …”
“I’ll be out in a couple of minutes, Danny. Just sit and make yourself at home,” I called out. In my bedroom I took my warm, flannel PJs off. Opening a dresser drawer I found what I wanted and slipped them on. Not my sexiest, but it showed a lot of leg and a hint of nipple. Grabbing my skin lotion I went out into the den.
Danny was still standing, looking around in amazement. “This place is huge!. At least three times the size of my apartment! No wonder I don’t hear you walking around. You’re never over my apartment.”
“The building super said the owner had it built this way for his daughter when she was going to college. It was empty for so long I got a pretty good deal on it,” I replied as I sat on my couch. Squirting a tiny amount of lotion into my hand I began applying it to an elbow. “What’s up? You sounded angry in the hall.”
Danny focused on me. “I was… Am! Why did you…”
“You want some tea? I was thinking of making some,” I interrupted.
“No, thank you. Why did you kiss me? I don’t like being teased! How was I supposed to study after that?”
“You wanted a sexy girlfriend to impress your friends,” I replied calmly, lifting a foot to rest it on my coffee table. I think my long, slender legs are the best part of me. Danny seemed to think so. His gaze shifted to the long expanse of leg I started smoothing lotion on. “I gave you a sexy girlfriend. Girlfriends kiss boyfriends. It’s not like I tried to slip you tongue,” I finished my logical argument.
Danny was speechless, caught between my logic, long leg and the thought of me tongue kissing him. With no immediate comeback he settled on sitting heavily onto the chair beside the couch. “I don’t need this. Not right before Finals,” I heard him mutter to himself.
“Are you sure you don’t want some tea? You seem very tense.”
“No! I don’t want any tea. What I want…,” Danny stood up. “What I want is for you to leave me alone. Just go back to ignoring me.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not!?”
“You’re my nerd now and I take care of my nerd. I’m gonna need that brain of yours but I can wait until after you take your Finals.” I put my foot on my thigh to lotion my ankle. This opened my legs and Danny looked at my crotch before he caught himself and looked away. “This isn’t a one-way street. I’m here for you if you need another sexy girlfriend or something,” I told Danny.
Oh, my God! I’d hit a nerve! “Jesus, Danny! Don’t ever play poker. You’d be terrible at bluffing. I can tell you do want something. What?” I had to drag it out of him, but he finally told me.
“My sister is getting married next weekend. She scheduled her wedding after Finals so I could be there and before you confused me at the library, I was thinking of asking… You know, if maybe… If you’re not doing anything… I was going to ask if you’d go with me. I just didn’t want to go alone and…
I laughed. “I think I saw this in a Hallmark movie. Are you gay and…”
“No! I’m not gay! Why does everyone think I’m gay? You! My family! I don’t date because I’m broke, not because I’m gay! Okay?”
“Okay, okay. Give me details on the wedding.”
“My last test is Thursday. I’m going to catch the train for home that evening. Rehearsal is Friday and I’m one of the Groom’s best men. Saturday is the wedding and I was planning on coming back Sunday.”
“I don’t need your itinerary, Danny. Tell me about the wedding! Is it a day or night wedding? What’s the color scheme? The color of the maid of honor’s dress? Is there a reception afterwards?”
“I don’t know anything about colors. My tux will be black. The wedding is at 3 pm Saturday.”
“I need more than that.” I tossed Danny my cell phone. “Call your Mom. Introduce me as your girlfriend and then give it to me.”
Danny was dialing when I asked, “Have you told you’re Mom you’re dating anyone? For how long? Did you mention a name?”
“Uh, no. None of that,” Danny said, then started talking on the phone to his Mom. “…I wanted to invite her if that’s okay … She wants to know more about colors and stuff … Okay, this is Olivia.”
I took the phone and introduced myself. Not only did I get the details I needed, but, “You mean we’ve been dating for months and Danny didn’t mention me to you? … Trust a guy to put it off until the very last minute to ask me! He only asked me tonight! … I can sit in the last row and if you don’t have room for me at the reception I’ll understand…”
After a few more questions from his Mom I hung up after promising to hit Danny for her.
“Does this mean you’ll actually go with me?” Danny hesitantly asked.
“Of course. I told you I take care of my nerd. It’s a little short notice but I’m sure I can get an appointment at my hairdresser’s for a manicure, pedicure and a haircut Wednesday. Now hush! I need to color coordinate my outfits I’ll need.”
Danny settled back in the chair and watched as I rubbed lotion my other leg. I was sure I’d seen this, ‘showing up with a fake girlfriend,’ in a Hallmark movie, I just couldn’t think of a name. Remembering, I got up and punched Danny hard in the arm.
“What was that for?” Danny asked, rubbing his arm.
“Your Mom made me promise to hit you for not telling her about me before now. I need some tea. Do you want some?”
Next Chapter Coming…
