VIP Companion

by Thomas Henry

  “Better be careful. I might give you some of what he’s giving her.”

  “Oh, I’m counting on it. And I’m gonna give you a whole lot of what she’s giving him.”

  Neither of us said anything for a minute. Then Lita continued, “She was at the Club, too, the night you saw me. But she’s not one of us…not a member of the sorority. She was there with her husband. Do remember seeing her?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Her scene was after mine, and I didn’t get a chance to see it. Did you?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Was it hot?”

  “Mmm…I guess, but not really my taste.”

  Lita rose to her tiptoes and whispered, “I heard an interesting story about her from one of the other girls. I’m not sure if it’s true, but I think it is.”

  “Oh?”

  “Promise you won’t tell anyone?”

  I looked Lita in the eyes. “Promise.”

  She touched her lips to my ear. “I heard she got in a big fight with her husband after her scene and ran off to party with a bunch of the bulls here at the Oasis. They supposedly got her high on Molly and ran a train on her…maybe a dozen of them. Really fucked the shit out of her! Oops…pardon my language… I’m not sure what happened after that, but I think maybe Sally was impressed by how she handled it and decided to hire her. Anyway, she seems to be staying here with Sally now.”

  My guts were in a knot. All I could manage to say was, “Interesting…” Lita obviously didn’t know that I had witnessed the whole thing, and I could see no advantage in telling her.

  We both looked back at Karen and her man. She had pushed him off of her and was kissing her way down his body. Karen was nearly nude, but he was still fully clothed.

  Karen kneeled in front of him and kissed and bit his cock through his pants while she struggled to undo his belt. She managed to unzip his pants and pulled them open. I’m not sure why, but I was surprised to see that he was wearing old-school white briefs.

  Karen buried her face in his crotch and bit his cock through his underwear as she tugged his pants down to his knees. He held her hair loosely with both hands while she rubbed her face against the bulge in his briefs and worked her fingers inside the waistband.

  She stretched the front of his underwear down and exposed his shaved pubic area. Like his face, it appeared to have about two days’ worth of stubble.

  She kissed and licked the trunk of his cock. Then she pulled his briefs down a bit more and found the head with her mouth. She sucked him vigorously and pulled his underwear down to mid-thigh so she could massage his balls with both hands. He groaned and leaned his head back against the wall.

  Karen sucked him until he was rigid and then ran the flat of her tongue up and down the underside of his cock. She pulled it upward with one hand and gazed into my eyes while she slowly licked his balls. My own balls were aching as Lita absently fondled me while she watched them.

  Karen’s man suddenly pulled her to her feet and spun her around. He grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and bent her forward at the waist. She touched the ground with her fingertips to try to steady herself as he guided his cock into her pussy.

  After a couple of deep strokes, he grasped her hips and really began pumping her. His pants quickly slid down to his ankles, but his briefs remained stretched around his thighs.

  Karen struggled to keep her balance, but then she lost it and nearly fell. She managed to straighten up and pull away from him. She turned and seized his balls and cock and kissed him. She said something to him and tugged on his jewels. He nodded and she started walking backward, pulling him toward the door to his room. With his underwear around his thighs and his pants around his ankles, he had to waddle. Karen gave me a last glance as they disappeared through the doorway.

  “Wow!” Lita said. “Looks like she can’t wait to get him into bed.” She gave me a mischievous smile. “Maybe we can peek in and watch.” Just then, the bedroom door thumped shut. Lita shrugged. “Oh well, I guess not…”

  I was both disappointed and relieved. I took a deep breath. My stomach was doing flip-flops, but my balls were aching, and I could feel the tickle of my cock leaking precum into the fabric of my boxer-briefs.

  I was on the verge of dragging Lita into our room when I was distracted by a couple of splashes and a giggle. The nondescript guy and his girlfriend had stripped and jumped into the pool.

  Lita took a step back from me and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Let’s take a dip, too.”

  I had mixed feelings. I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck little Lolita’s brains out. But we were going to have three long nights together, so my rational mind said it probably would be prudent to pace myself.

  “Didn’t bring my bathing suit,” I said, knowing fully well that Sally’s “rules” prohibited any clothing in the pool.

  “Oh, neither did I,” Lita said, raising her eyebrows in mock innocence. “I guess we’ll just have to wear our birthday suits.” She tugged at my belt.

  I hooked a fingertip in the neck of her stretchy little yellow dress. “How do we get you out of this?”

  She kissed my lips and whispered, “Why don’t you just peel me like a banana?”

  I slipped the straps off her shoulders and tugged them down her sides, revealing her tiny tits with their puffy nipples, her washboard abs, and then her bald pussy. When I got her dress down to her ankles, she quickly stepped out of it, leaving her clad in nothing but her yellow stilettos.

  She finished unfastening my jeans and pushed them down to the tops of my boots. “Oops. What now?” she asked.

  I knew there was no way my boots were coming off without a boot jack, but I thought I’d have a little fun with Lita and try to take my mind off the fact that the scruffy young guy surely had his cock balls-deep in my Karen at this very moment.

  “First, let me sit down,” I said. I waddled over to a nearby chair and sat. “Ok, now pull my jeans off over my boots.” It was a bit of a struggle to get the cuffs past the boots, but with lots of yanking and giggling, Lita managed to get the job done.

  “Okay, now what?” she said, staring at my boots with her hands on her hips.

  “Just pull ‘em off.”

  I lifted my right foot. Lita grabbed the boot with one hand on the heel and the other on the toe. She pulled, but nothing happened.

  “Don’t hold the toe,” I said. “Just put both hands on the heel and pull.”

  She shifted her grip and gave a good tug. The boot slipped a bit on my heel, but that was about it.

  “You gotta be kidding me,” Lita said.

  “Tell you what,” I said. “Turn around with your back to me and straddle my leg.” I held my right leg straight out.

  Lita gave me a doubtful look and made a point of wiggling her ass and showing me her bare pussy as she took her time swinging her leg over mine. She gave me a sideways look over her shoulder and clamped my calf between her muscular thighs.

  “Okay,” I said. “Now grab the heel with both hands. Get a really good grip.”

  I could feel her squeezing my heel. “Okay, now brace yourself,” I said. I planted my left boot on her bare butt and pushed gently.

  “Hey!” She jumped and let go of my boot.

  “What’s the matter?” I asked. “Haven’t you seen them do it like this in the old westerns?”

  Lita pursed her lips and wrinkled up her nose. She turned to face me and straddled my leg again, pressing her warm little pussy firmly against my thigh. She gave me a stern look and curled her fingers around my balls. “Now tell me the truth. The whole truth. Nothing but the truth. How the hell do you get those boots off?”

  “Boot jack, your honor,” I said. “With the court’s permission, I’ll show you.”

  “Permission granted,” Lita said. She gave my balls a little squeeze and then hopped off of my thigh.

  I figured I must have cut quite the sexy figure as I walked Lita to my room wearing nothing but my boots and my boxer bri
efs. She seemed suitably impressed when I stepped on the boot jack with one foot and relatively effortlessly pulled the boot from the other foot.

  “So what? You take that thing with you everywhere you go?”

  “Pretty much. Everywhere I expect to have to take my boots off, anyway. I keep one in my car all the time just in case.” Then I told her about the time, shortly after 9/11, when two security agents in the Las Vegas airport had pulled off my boots for me because I hadn’t known I would need to remove them to go through security, and I didn’t have a boot jack in my carry-on bag.

  I pulled off my socks and peeled off my boxer briefs. Since we already were in my room, and since we both were naked, and since I had aching balls and a dripping cock, I gave fleeting thought to tossing Lita onto the bed and giving her some of what Karen surely was getting from her man right at that moment.

  When Lita kicked off her stilettos and grabbed my erection, I thought maybe she had the same idea. But instead, she pulled me back into the courtyard and across to the heated spa.

  Memories of Max and Karen in the spa flashed through my mind. And then I remembered how Body had plucked Karen out of the water and carried her into the soundproof room. I shook my head and tried to clear the images from my brain as I slipped into the water next to Lita.

  “Isn’t this nice?” she asked. “The pool is just too cold at night, but the spa is perfect.” She took hold of my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist. “And,” she whispered, “we can fuck and nobody will know.”

  “My, that’s salty language for such an innocent young thing.”

  “Oh, you haven’t heard anything yet. Just wait until you make me cum.”

  My cock throbbed against her folds. She gripped the back of my neck with one hand while she guided me into her with the other. I was surprised at how lubricated she was. I wondered if she genuinely was turned on, or if she had discreetly greased herself in advance. I decided I’d presume it was the former. This was supposed to be the girlfriend experience, after all.

  I noticed that the spa had some built-in seats, much like my spa at home. I eased over and sat down with Lita still impaled on my erection. I leaned back, and she sat upright with her hands on my shoulders. She gave me a knowing smile as she gazed into my eyes and slowly undulated her hips.

  Despite being with this little sexpot, I couldn’t get my mind off of Karen. I really wanted to know what was going on with her. Why had she let Sally turn her out? Was it because she had stormed out of her house with no money? But it really didn’t make sense that Karen was doing it for the money. She had thousands of dollars from the bachelor party tucked away in my safe, and in any event, she surely knew that she could count on me to help her out. I wondered if Lita could give me some insight into Karen’s motives if I could get her to talk about her own reasons for being a paid “girlfriend.”

  “I’ve got something I’d like to ask you, if you don’t mind,” I said.

  “I know. What’s a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?”

  That wasn’t exactly how I had planned to bring up the subject, but I decided to go with it. “Um…okay. Why are you here with me tonight?”

  “I’m a nymphomaniac with daddy issues.”

  “C’mon, Sweetheart. Talk to me.”

  Lita sighed and nodded. She took a deep breath and sat still with my cock still deep inside her. “Okay. I’m the youngest of three children raised by a single mom after daddy died. Mom has struggled for years to take care of us, and she just can’t afford to pay for my college…or law school.”

  I nodded. “Sally told me you wanted to be a lawyer.”

  “Yeah, that’s been my dream for years. Daddy was a lawyer… Anyway, I thought about the student loan thing, but then I’d be saddled with a huge amount of debt that I’d be years paying off.”

  I nodded again. “Back in my day, tuition was much lower. I managed to pay my way through college with part-time and summer jobs.”

  “Yeah, I tried that, but I just couldn’t make enough money with the jobs I could get. So then I tried the sugar daddy thing. Lots of girls are doing that.”

  Including Crystal, I thought.

  “But it didn’t work out,” she continued. “It’s not easy to find a sugar daddy in the first place, and then there’s all the drama…possessiveness, schedule conflicts, irate wives…stuff like that.

  “And then I heard about Sally’s sorority thing. She has this fake sorority made up of a group of college girls she hooks up with men who can afford the girlfriend experience. She arranges everything…screens the men…collects the money…all of that. She’s good to her girls and pays them well. I heard about it from one of the other girls, so I decided I’d give it a try. But it’s not easy to get in. Sally’s very picky. She wants attractive girls who are intelligent and articulate…and willing to accommodate a broad range of…um…sexual desires…and who she can trust to be discreet. So, to get in, you have to pass some tests.”

  “Like taking on three guys at once?”

  “Yeah. It’s not like that comes up much, I guess, but she’s looking for girls who are willing to do whatever the job requires.”

  Lita leaned forward and kissed me. “But I like this test much better.”

  “The ‘girlfriend experience’ test?”

  “Uh-huh.” She gave me a deep kiss and then hugged me. “I’m gonna be the best damned girlfriend you ever had.”

  I knew that wasn’t possible. Karen, as the modern incarnation of my long-lost Rachel, always would be the best. But there was no reason to tell Lita about any of that.

  “I’m looking forward to it,” I said. “So if you pass the tests, then what?”

  Lita shrugged. “Oh, Sally provides various services where she employs girls like me. Sometimes she does something like this, where guys come and stay here for a few days just to eat, drink, and have sex with young women. Sometimes she sends girls out as escorts with visiting businessmen or celebrities…like that. And she has local regulars who come here to spend an hour with a girl from time-to-time. In fact, a few days ago, we had a little meet-and-greet at Sally’s Club so that some of her regular clients could meet all the new girls. That way, they know who to tell Sally they want when they come here.”

  Of course, I knew that Karen had gone out with a couple of Sally’s clients, but my stomach knotted at the thought of her prostituting herself. Once again, I wondered why she was doing it. Money seemed to be the only logical answer, but so far as I knew, Karen had no need to make money this way.

  Then I had a dark thought. Maybe she was planning to leave Ted. To the best of my knowledge, Karen had never been employed outside the home. She had gotten pregnant in her senior year of high school, and Ted had joined the navy as soon as they graduated. So if she had decided to leave Ted, maybe she thought she had no other way of supporting herself…and presumably her daughters as well.

  But why would Karen leave Ted? I knew they’d had some conflicts over what had happened at Sally’s Club…and what Karen had done afterward…but I’d expected that to blow over. Of course, there was a possibility that she wanted to leave Ted because of me. But as much as I wanted her, I’d never said anything to suggest that I wanted her to give Ted up for me. I knew she loved him and didn’t want to break up their family. And I didn’t want that, either. Besides, if that was her motivation, why was she behaving so strangely toward me? And considering that I’d already spent a ton of money on her, why wouldn’t she think she could count on me to take care of her financially?

  Lita pressed her puffy nipples against my chest and wrapped her arms around my neck. She tugged on my earlobe with her teeth. Her breath was ragged in my ear as she resumed slowly riding my cock. If she was faking her attraction to me…and I had to assume she was…she was doing a masterful job of it. I figured she was well on her way to passing the “girlfriend experience” test.

  The sound of a door closing caught our attention, and we both turned our heads to look. Karen h
ad just come out of her man’s bedroom and was sauntering buck-naked toward the buffet. Her hair was a mess, and she had red love-bites all over her neck and breasts.

  Lita stopped moving and just clung to my neck as we both watched. Karen’s face showed no expression as she briefly gazed in our direction. When she got to the buffet table she turned her back to us and began filling a plate with an assortment of finger foods. Each time she bent forward to reach for something, I could see a dollop of semen oozing from her folds.

  The sway of her hips seemed calculated to taunt me as she sashayed back to her man’s bedroom. She surely knew that I was watching her. She put her hand on the doorknob and paused for a moment while she turned her head and glanced toward us again. Then she disappeared behind the door.

  Maybe I was just flattering myself, but I got the distinct impression that she was jealous of me being with Lita. But how did that make any sense, considering what Karen was doing? When I’d tried to ask why she was here, she’d said “not the time.” I wondered when would be the right time for her to tell me. I was pretty sure it wasn’t going to be tonight, so I turned my attention back to Lita and tried to put Karen out of my mind. Don’t think of a pink elephant.

  Lita sighed and looked down at her own chest. “Sure wish I had tits like that.” She cupped her tiny breasts and squeezed her fat nipples. “I got my ass from my mom, but I got my tits from my dad.” She chuckled. “She’s haole, and he was Japanese, you know.” She pulled at her nipples and stretched her breasts outward. “I’ve been thinking about having mine done, but Sally says I should wait a few years until I look older. I guess some of her clients have a Lolita complex, and Sally likes that I can pass for an underage girl right now.

  “So, dirty old man,” she said, arching her back and touching a puffy nipple to my chin, “are you into underage girls?”

  “Nope, not since I was underage myself…at least not until now, anyway. But I have to admit I was smitten the very first moment I saw you, and that made me feel perverted. I was ashamed that I was so turned on by someone who looked so young. But…Sally quickly assured me that you’re old enough.”