CALL GIRL: Chrome Horsemen MC

by Evelyn Glass

"I'm not guarding her; she's living with me."

  Jim's eyebrow went up and he leaned back in his large, leather padded desk chair, which complained at his movement with strained squeaks and stressed wood. "I probably shouldn't say this, but I couldn't count the number of women I've seen you spend some time with, but I can't recall any of them ever moving in with you."

  "That's because none of them ever did."

  "Your choice?" Jim asked.

  "Yes," Cole admitted.

  "Hmm," Jim mused and came back forward to rest his thick forearms on the surface of the large, antique wooden desk between them. "So this is already fairly serious between you two."

  "Yep, pretty serious, boss. For me it's more serious than anything before, real or imagined. Nicole has expressed the same level of commitment enough times that I believe her."

  "So," Jim said with some thought, "everything is wonderful on the home front, until the visitors tonight who, if I read things right, were there to abduct Nicole and take her back to the life."

  "That's exactly how it went down," Cole agreed, "only missing the part where I then shot and killed them for their efforts, and ran with her as fast as I could."

  Jim drummed his fingers together and decided on something, "Ya know, I got an email from Gabriel a few days back, claiming a woman of his ran off with something and he also attached a photo. The email continued on to offer a one hundred thousand dollar reward -- alive and unharmed."

  "Holy shit!" she breathed in a voice that was close to a whimper, "What the fuck?"

  Jim nodded, "I agree. That was my first thought. That amount seemed to be overkill to me. But let's let that simmer and come back to it. Cole? Did you recognize these men?"

  "Yeah. Antonio led and Davis was with him, and Brian. Brian Winters."

  "You killed Brian?" Jim gasped in surprise and shock. "That might have been a point to put in your note," he added with reproach and anger was rumbling around in the back of this throat as well.

  "No, I didn't. I know that quite a few of our men are drivers for Gabriel. I was one. I heard Antonio telling Nicole that her new driver was named Brian. Anyway, after I dealt with Antonio and Davis, I called out when he was running up the walk. Brain responded, recognized me, and then helped us get this far."

  Jim drummed his fingers together again and then murmured, "Hell of a risk calling out to a man like Brian," while his gaze turned inward. Nicole could see Jim developing mental images of the scene.

  "I couldn't do anything else," Cole pointed out.

  "You could have shot him," Jim replied.

  Cole laughed a little, "Like you would have, in the same situation."

  Jim glanced back at Cole and allowed the hint of a grin, "Kinda got me there. Brian, though, is one hell of a warrior. Have you seen those twin guns he carries around?"

  "Briefly," Cole said, "He was running up with one in each hand before I called out. Couldn't tell what they were, though."

  "Those things make Desert Eagles look like pea shooters. And he can take the wings off a fly with them," Jim told Cole and it sounded like a warning to Nicole. "I went to the range a couple of weeks back with some of the guys. Brian was one of them. I've never met anyone close to the skills he has with those fucking cannons. If you happen to be on his good side, I highly recommend staying there. It's a warm and cozy place to be."

  "I'll keep that in mind," Cole told him.

  "Of course, you're no wimp yourself. Antonio and Davis? You took them both at close range in a gun battle? I have to say, brother, I'm very impressed."

  "Not actually that impressive," Cole told him. "I ambushed them. Antonio was leaking before he ever saw me and Davis was highly unlucky a brief moment later. I knew of Antonio's rep, of course, which is why I chose the tactic. I didn’t know shit about Davis other than he likes to fight and likes the knife, but better safe."

  Jim nodded with agreement. "True enough. Davis was special ops in Afghanistan, discharged as Other Than Honorable. Not really clear on the details, but apparently his commander was found beaten and cut up. Then Davis took the discharge. The cops are looking into him for six killings, last I heard, and his skills at close combat were a rival to Antonio's, to hear Antonio describe them."

  Cole was quiet for a moment and then said, "Glad I didn't know that a few hours ago. I might have puked and ruined my whole plan. I thought he was just muscle for Antonio."

  "As if Antonio ever needed muscle," Jim said while looking down at the surface of his desk. "No, you might have had luck on your side, amigo, but it took real skill to take both of them down at the same time. And speaking of the cops, they are still at your house and would very much like to talk with you. I have Jack coming over; he'll be here in about thirty minutes or so. He'll go with you for this talk, about defending your home from invasion and make sure they don't do anything silly…like arrest you."

  There was a knock at the door. Jim lifted an eyebrow, and then shrugged, "Come in."

  Hank the bartender opened the door, and held out a plastic grocery bag filled with items Nicole couldn't identify.

  "Sorry, boss," Hank began, "but Brian suggested you needed this right away. Even if you were very busy and in a highly private meeting."

  "Well, then bring it over here; let's see what we got. I don't think there's a tall redhead in that bag, though, which is the only thing that comes to mind for what I might need no matter what," Jim declared.

  Hank gave him the bag and headed for the door.

  "Hank?" Jim said, as Hank reached the door, "Thank Brian for me and good call on your part. If that man says something is important, it's likely more important than he's letting on."

  "Yes, sir, thanks." Then Hank was gone and Jim was looking down into the bag.

  "It looks like," Jim mused as he inventoried the bag, "I have a disappointing number of redheads in here, which is a shame. But there are three well made and very valuable pistols, two wallets of leather, and two cellphones whose value could pay my rent."

  "Those would be the items Brian took off Antonio and Davis," Cole offered.

  "Interesting and very good. This will probably ensure that you aren't going to spend much time with the cops. Jack can certainly use these. Did either of them get a shot off?"

  "No," Cole told him.

  Jim nodded in a way that let Nicole know he already guessed that this was the case. "Well, when you get outside with these things, I want you to pump a round out of each of them and you were the one who took these things off the corpses, not Brian."

  "Got it," Cole agreed.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  Jim set the bag forward to the edge of the desk in front of Cole and then turned thoughtful again as his focus came over to Nicole. His gaze felt like it had weight and she tried to sit a little straighter. "Let's return to the email I got offering the overly-done reward."

  "I've already notified the men in my club, the ones who do a bit of bounty hunting in underworld affairs, that you are an internal matter for now and that you are under the protection of Cole.

  "Cole is a good man, but you already know that part. He carries an impressive amount of respect around, handed to him by most of the members of our club and myself. So, for now, no one from this club is going to be looking to cash you in, but the note also mentioned that you took something from Gabriel when you left.

  "He was very vague about what the missing something might be, but from the looks of you, I would guess it was his heart."

  Nicole studied him and then said, "He doesn't have a heart. It's a birth defect."

  "Rendering him all the more unpredictable in situations like this. Why are you so important to him?"

  "I don't know," she sighed. "I mean, I was a call girl for him and good at what I did. I might have been better than some of the other girls, but we were never given information along those lines. I figured that he didn't want us figuring out that we were more valuable to him than we suspected."

  "How, um, valuable were you?" Jim asked.
Then he glanced at Cole, who calmly gave him a nod of permission to carry on.

  So, Nicole told him, and told him about the tips, and what she learned about the bidding wars for her, which were common on particular days during the year. "When I overheard that conversation, the ravings were about how they raked in twelve times my fee that year."

  Jim lifted both eyebrows to this and then gave her a long appraising look. "Forgive me. I agree you are very nice on the eyes, but that's a lot of money for a night of sex."

  Nicole quirked the edge of a grin before she was able to control her lips and replied, "No, Jim, that's an insane amount of money for a night of sex even with twelve women." She shook her head, "No, it wasn't about the sex. A prostitute gives you a climax. What I did was give you a night of freedom and then the sex."

  "Interesting, but freedom from what?" Jim pressed.

  She glanced over at Cole and said, "We were going to talk about this later, but now seems like a more appropriate time, if you agree."

  Cole was silent for a moment, "It's important that Jim knows as much as he can right now about what is going on and why. So, yes, I agree."

  She nodded, focused her thoughts, and let the words pour out. The men who were on her calendar regularly were very rich -- the multiple millions kind of rich in cash value with many times that locked up in investments and deals all the time. They were also extremely powerful and you could tell that by the way they came into a room and how they perceived things.

  "For example," she explained, "a bomb threat at the Chicago airport would not be seen as terribly important. It would not delay them. They would simply make some calls -- one, or two at the most -- and then they would not only make their flight, but it would leave on time. Their problems aren't the problems other people have. They're the problems other governments have."

  She paused for a moment and then continued, "If men like these just want sex, they don't come to me. They bend their willing secretary over the desk, fuck her, and get on with their day. Or, maybe it was their girlfriend, or perhaps their wife, or sometimes the young nanny, or perhaps three of those women in the same day.

  "Men of power, like them -- and I suspect you, Jim, have experienced the beginnings of this lately -- don't see sex as an attractive goal; they view it as the release of nagging tensions and if they could get away with it, they wouldn't have it at all. Of course, they wouldn't sleep at all either. Since it is necessary and regular feedings of the animal urge result in improved concentration, they ensure they have some around, like a diabetic might feel keeping insulin around would be a good idea.

  She met Jim's eyes, "And really Jim, pussy is just pussy, right? From what I gathered so far about Cole's lifestyle and the population who choose it, there are plenty of willing women here most nights of the week. And when you are feeling the tension in your shoulders and your mind is a little foggy even after you did a line, or maybe the imperious urge is on the path again, wandering out there to the bar, finding a willing woman, fucking her here on this desk, which appears to be the right height for a man your size, is a viable and reasonable response."

  Jim shifted a little uneasily, but then nodded, "All right, go on."

  "Even with the money, power, and resources these men have, they don't have any moments of freedom. Throughout their lives, they have been committed and focused. They've learned and practiced the mental skills necessary to have as many irons in the fire as they can at one time.

  "Time is not recoverable and the general belief among them is that only the insane waste it. While they were learning and loving the results of their growing mental abilities, and very invested in taking multi-tasking to the level of the divine, something else was happening to them, as well.

  "Their minds now no longer actually leave the boardrooms or negotiating tables. They never really shut the computer off and sigh with satisfaction after a long, but rewarding day. They have like this bubble around them, which traps them inside with themselves.

  "There are no moments of actual leisure in their lives while this bubble is there. Inside the bubble there are always ten or more things that need their focused attention and their email cues always have an important message they need to compose a response for. The list of important and critical things is always long and impossible to compete.”

  “After I meet a new client, I learn as much as I can during the time I am with him, so that I can talk his language the next time he comes over. The nights with me normally begin with decompression. I allow them space for a while, getting them drinks, perhaps getting their shoes off while they catch up on a few emails or stock positions.

  "Then I begin a subtle seduction, which normally begins by engaging them in conversation on topics I know are appealing to them. During these conversations, for the next two, maybe three hours, I guide their emotions and the topics of interest, to places outside of that bubble. I may take a shower with them, or dance for them, or even perform masturbation for them, but normally the seduction at this point is subtle.

  “As soon as I have them fully engaged in interests outside of their bubble, such as horse breeding, or motorcycles, or whatever it is that they could envision themselves doing as a hobby or find mentally stimulating, the bubble begins to pop and they become present in the room with nothing on their minds other than the desire to spend the next few hours free with the woman who broke them out -- and then we have sex."

  "Because before that bubble pops," Jim reasoned, "sex with you is going to be just as interesting and effective as sex with the secretary."

  "Exactly. The sex, too, requires a great deal of research and takes several hours of my day to go through the current regimen of exercises I have scheduled at any given time. These exercises are always specific to my current technical goals so that I can perform the techniques to offer higher arousal and control. A perfect example of this is the technique known as pompoir."

  Jim was fully engaged now in what she was telling him, "What's that? What is pompoir?"

  "Pompoir is a technique that requires the mastery of the pussy muscles, the ones inside, not just around the entry area. Once mastery is achieved and individual muscles can be flexed and relaxed at will, the woman-on-top position is used and she makes use of her internal pussy muscles to work the cock with ripples of excitement without using humping motions or hands.

  "From across the room, she'd look like she is just sitting there, straddling his cock. To the man attached to that cock, there is a riot of stimulations happening to him."

  "Get out!" Jim blurted with a laugh.

  "Pompoir requires several months of dedicated training to be able to use it properly," she continued as if she wasn’t interrupted.

  "You're serious," Jim said in astonishment.

  "I'm very serious about all of these things. I have spent the last three years engrossed in the study of physical sex, how the brain makes decisions, the physiology of lust, attraction, stages of arousal, and taboo attraction.

  "I've also learned about finance, negotiation tactics, the psychology and skills of investments, stocks, mutual funds, and, if given a couple minutes and my laptop connected to the Internet, I can tell you the best place to get sushi in a city I have no experience with."

  "Jesus Christ," Jim said and looked over at Cole, "She does this pompoir for you?"

  Cole nodded and then glanced at Nicole.

  "Tell him," she encouraged keeping her face emotionless.

  "Fucking wildest thing I've ever had done to me, Jim," Cole laughed.

  "Holy shit," Jim mused, with a slow thoughtful voice. "The other call girls? Are they the same? With the training, and bubble popping?"

  Nicole thought about this, "No, I don't think so. Not to the levels of mastery I set for myself, no. I mean, I never asked them about what they do or how, but Gabriel would make them come over and visit several times a month, so they could talk with me.

  "Many of them confided after a few visits, after we became more friendly, that since they sta
rted doing some of the things I described, their tips increased a great deal."

  "I bet they did," Jim mumbled and looked out into space, leaning back a little. "So, she's the star performer,"

  For several long minutes, Jim simply sat, staring at nothing, while drumming his fingers together.

  It could have been four minutes in real time, but it sure felt much longer to Nicole. Then Jim seemed to suck back into himself, like he had been out of the room all that time, taking a little stroll somewhere as he went through the problem.

  She turned to Cole, but Cole didn't seem to notice this and when it was over, she wondered if she really saw it herself, or if stress was finally bringing her down.

  "Well, my lad," Big Jim said to Cole, "I do believe we have truly stepped in it this time."