During the investigation of Brian’s dealings of bribery, blackmail and corruption as the police chief, Gail was snooping around for more evidence. During lunch break and after work, she began contacting the other women in Brian’s escort ring. She introduced herself as one of them. No, they did not want to testify because it would compromise their jobs as professional women. Several were teachers, a couple were nurses, a real estate agent, and one owned a local struggling business. None of them made good money in their day job.
Yes, they met Brian at the swingers’ club and had been at his pool party. And yes, they had been coerced in one way or another to be escorts. Finally, Gail asked them if they intended on continuing with their after hours activities. All but one said yes. The money was good and a lot of times it was fun. In fact, three of them admitted it was a lot better than having sex with their husbands.
One evening at dinner, Gail said, “Grant, what do you think of us quietly keeping Brian’s escort service going? Most of the women are interested in doing it, now that it is purely voluntary with no threats hanging over their heads.”
Startled, Grant said, “You’re kidding. You want us to be running a whore house?”
“It’s not like that, dear. I think we can rent the former mayor’s hotel suite at a discount price and avoid making nightly room reservations. We can increase the fees and make it a really opulent experience for the men as well as the ladies. We’ll provide drinks and charge extra at the bar. All we need is two women to replace me and Julia.”
“Who’s Julia?”
“She bowed out saying her husband would divorce her otherwise. I need replacements for myself and her.”
“I thought you liked doing it.”
“I do but I need to spend time making appointments, and occasionally stepping in when one of the girls isn’t available, kind of like a substitute teacher.”
“This could be risky, Gail.”
“Maybe but keep in mind I’ve spent some time with the new mayor and police chief. I’m sure their wives would be interested in knowing how they spend their evenings.”
“Now you’re sounding like Brian,” Grant said.
“Well, my co-conspirator, I guess that’s how it’s done. Anyway, it’s been a wide open town for a long time. Things aren’t going to change with the new administration.”
“Okay, so how do we get started?”
“I’ve already started.”
“How’s that?”
“I’m now the website administrator. I have complete control of it. I’ve already made arrangements for Teresa tomorrow night. I can tell you she was overwhelmed with appreciation by letting her keep the job. She is a fourth grade teacher, her husband is out of work, and they are having trouble making ends meet.”
“So she’ll meet the guy in the mayor’s old suite?”
“Not yet. I am negotiating with the hotel as we speak. They gave him a discount as the mayor and a special long term monthly rate. We’re asking for a long time lease on the suite. They’re talking about a minimum of six months. I want three.”
“And who is the guy with Teresa tomorrow?”
“You, my dear husband.”
“Me? Why me?”
“First, I want it as a gift for supporting me all these months. Second, I want to find out if Teresa is the kind of girl we want to keep.”
“What time and where?”
“Nine thirty in Room 253. She’ll be expecting you, but don’t mention we are married.
“Oh, one more thing. I want you to work it out with Carly, I mean Olivia, to join our service. Talk with Dottie. Maybe she can help you persuade Olivia to join our little venture.”
“It won’t be easy.”
“When we get the suite contract settled, take her there and pay her our regular rate for the night. Treat her real nice and make her feel like a queen.”
“So what’s on for tonight? Grant asked his wife.
“Do you remember me telling you about the guy I met at the bar while waiting for my customer one night? He was there early just passing time at the bar. I needed a break from an earlier client that day. We really made a connection that night. He’s back in town tonight, so I’ll be out late. Don’t wait up.”
Grant didn’t wait up. He drove over to see Dottie at the tavern she ran with Tony, the Mafia guy. It occurred to him that Dottie might want in if Olivia refused. Even better would be to get them both.
He sat at the bar and ordered a beer. Tony was serving and neither Dottie nor Olivia were in the place. Grant had a second beer, then asked Tony, “Where’s Dottie tonight?”
“She’s on the late shift. She starts at nine.” It was eight thirty, so a half hour wait only meant another beer and then maybe Olivia would show up.
The Schlitz clock struck nine when Dottie walked in the door. “Hi stranger! Where’ve you been?”
He couldn’t tell her the details but said, “It’s been hectic around our house. I just couldn’t get away.”
“Well, you didn’t get caught up in that scandal with the police and mayor?” and she gave him a knowing smile.
“Hey, I’ve been reading about it. Who would have guessed it would be our chief and mayor?”
“Yeah, who would have guessed?” giving him a wink.
Grant changed the subject asking, “So what have you been up to?”
“Oh, this and that and tending bar. It’s been a little slow here ever since the scandal. I took a few side jobs if you catch my meaning.”
He understood and started a new thread. “Where’s Olivia tonight? I thought she might be here.”
“She’s out on a job. She ought to be back in an hour.”
“Well, I’d like to talk with her. Do you think you might smooth things over so she’ll talk with me?”
“I can try. It would be better if you were one of her customers.”
“Hey, I already have been one of her customers. She just needs to admit it.”
Dottie walked over to a man and a woman at a booth near the pool table, and took their order. After serving them, she was back with Grant. “I think Olivia is more willing to talk now that the trial is over, and she didn’t get involved. I’ll talk to her when she gets here.”
It was late when Olivia finally arrived. She didn’t look so pretty. It looked like someone had worked her over.
Grant nodded his head toward her table and said to Dottie, “Go talk to her.”
Dottie and Olivia chatted for a few minutes glancing over at Grant from time to time. Dottie waved him to come over and join them.
“What’s this about, lover boy?” Olivia asked.
“I’d like to remind you of how we first met,” and he showed her the blackmail pictures Brian had given Gail.
Olivia looked amused. “Yeah, that’s me.” Showing him the third picture she said, “This one’s my favorite.” He could see for the first time she was actually posing for the camera.
Then Grant gave them both his proposal. They listened intensely, but neither of them showed any expression. “Look, Olivia, I don’t know what happened to you tonight but if you work with us, that will never happen.”
“But you only want me for one night a week. I need more work than that.”
“You have six other nights to be on your own. Do what you need to do on those days. Next week, I’ll take you to dinner and we’ll spend some time in the suite we’ve rented. You’ll get full pay and then you can decide. Dottie might want to get your opinion as well.”
Olivia just looked at her mom. “What do you think, mom?”
Dottie shrugged her shoulders and said, “Why not? Sounds great to me, so far.”
Grant met with Teresa as Gail had arranged and banged her until his cock no longer had the strength to do it again. He had the will, but his vitals no longer responded. He told Gail she was a keeper, and she was very professional.
A week later, Grant picked up Olivia at the tavern and took her to dinner. Afterwards, they rode the elevator to the top floor and the suite Gail had finally acquired at a very deep discount. The agreement included the hotel providing liquor at retail prices to sweeten the deal for them. The bartender and maid service were also extra although Dottie could stand in as the barkeep when she wasn’t working in the bedroom.
Olivia was everything Grant remembered when they had been together in Brian and Wendy’s guest room. She had the same eager exuberance of a young girl and the experience of a hooker. He had saved himself for that evening withholding sex with Gail. Of course, Gail was busy with her own romances, so it worked out as a nice compromise.
Grant was not aware of how the former mayor had decorated the bedroom in the suite until Olivia stripped and helped him out of his clothes. It was like the Hall of Mirrors in the Palace of Versailles. Along with a mirror on the ceiling, behind the head board, and at the foot of the bed, the mayor had installed mirrors on two of the walls and a large picture window with a view on the other wall. Grant felt he was fucking Olivia in three dimensions. He was also cumming in 3D, meaning three discharges deep into Olivia’s love tunnel. They stayed the night with breakfast in bed and a farewell fuck. Grant would never be the same again.
At home, Grant and Gail worked out the details of their enterprise. Olivia was Miss Thursday and Dottie agreed to be Miss Monday. Gail took them both to the hotel suite to photograph them for the website. Both women knew how to pose showing an alluring smile and most of their important body parts. That completed a lineup of girls working for the escort service.
Their clientele stayed very much like when Brian ran the service. There were politicians, friends of the chief of police and mayor, out of town business men, and even bachelor parties in the suite. Gail tried to orient the group sex parties in Dottie’s direction. She was older and more experienced in controlling a horny troupe of young sex starved men.
The service ran like clockwork and was never short of customers. It’s a business that rarely experiences a recession, although a little down time would have been welcome so that Gail and Grant could catch their breath. But the good times are never permanent. In a few years, things began to change.
The town was growing and young families were moving in who wanted good schools, churches, playgrounds, Boy Scout and Girl Scout troops. All of a sudden, little girls were on street corners selling Girl Scout cookies instead of prostitutes selling sex.
A new mayor had been elected. It was a women who was a law and order candidate. Her first move was to fire the police chief and hire an honest cop. Her new police chief was told to close the seedy bars and taverns. He did that by revoking their liquor licenses. Dottie and Tony were out of business and Olivia found it harder to locate customers. Of course, she had her Thursday appointments, but that only lasted a short while longer when the hotel was sold to a well known hotel chain.
Almost immediately they began to renovate the building and wouldn’t renew Gail and Grant’s contract. The top floor suite had been turned into the Reflections Café and Lounge. It retain much of the ambience provided by mirrors and the huge picture window with a magnificent view of the city. It was no longer the den of iniquity but a respectable place for families and business men to have dinner and drinks. If only they knew its history.
But Gail and Grant were not out of work. Gail’s law firm was hired to give the mayor legal advice. Gail was assigned as her personal lawyer working closely with the mayor in Town Hall. Grant’s work was as a consultant in the information technology industry. He was hired by the town to overlook all of the town’s technology issues. That meant that both of them were now respected upstanding citizens on most days. Then, there were the other days when their past looked a lot like the future, especially when Gail found out the mayor and her husband were swingers. The mayor was Clara, the woman who showed Gail around at the swingers’ club years ago.
“Look, Gail,” Clara said, “this has nothing to do with law and order. It’s about a lifestyle and everyone is entitled to enjoy the lifestyle of their choosing.”
So true. So very true.
