by Jessie Cooke
He lowered his voice too and through gritted teeth he said, “And I didn’t pay two grand so that you could get free lobster and a Broadway show that cost me over five hundred dollars for no benefits.”
“Well that’s too damned bad! Maybe next time you should read the fine print!”
“I hope you have cab fare,” he said in a nasty voice.
“You hateful old man!”
“I also hope you know I’m going to make sure all of my friends know about this. Jeff is going to lose a lot of faithful clients.”
“Faithful clients? How long have you been a client of Jeff’s?”
“Almost ten years.”
“And…I’m the first woman who refused to…let you touch her?”
“Honey there’s not a girl who works for Jeff that is not intimately acquainted with my seven inches.”
“Ew! You nasty old man!” I’d be willing to bet he takes a lot of Viagra in order to get that “seven inches” up.
“I tell you what,” he said in a conciliatory tone. “I’ll give you a five-hundred-dollar tip to let me show you just how nasty I can be…” I was already headed for the valet to have them call me a cab. I couldn’t believe the nerve of the man! Besides the fact that I’m not a prostitute, the thought of touching him turned my stomach. Just wait until I talk to Jeff! I got into the back of the cab and not caring what Carrie said about spending an intimate weekend with her husband I called her. It rang once and went to voicemail.
“Shit!” I dialed Steve’s number then.
“Hi Olivia, what’s up?”
“I’m sorry to bother you Steve, I really am…but, I need to talk to Carrie.”
“She’s not here. She left this afternoon; I thought she would have told you. Did you try her cell?”
“Um…yeah, it went to voicemail. Where is she?”
“She flew out to Minnesota to meet with our clients. Mike had two meetings scheduled at once and I couldn’t go because I have one in Jersey in the morning so my sweetheart of a wife volunteered to go. I’m surprised neither of them told you.”
“How did that happen? Doesn’t Carrie schedule the meetings?”
“Yeah, she said one of the CEO’s couldn’t make it for the meeting she’d originally scheduled. I guess he called her this morning. The only time he could make it was at the same time Mike had his other meeting.”
“Wow, okay. That was awfully nice of her to go. I know she was looking forward to an evening with you.”
He laughed. “It’s been so long since we’ve had one of those I’m considering asking for a refund on all of that work she’s had done lately.”
“A refund…doesn’t she pay for all of that herself?”
He laughed again. “She likes to say so since we agreed that would be her salary for doing the scheduling for Mike and me. But, she’s killing me with it. Tell her she looks good, will you? She doesn’t believe me.”
“I’ll tell her,” I told him. I hung up confused. Why didn’t Carrie or Mike tell me she was going to Minnesota too…and what in the hell does she do with all the money she makes? I was about to call Jeff when the phone rang. It was him. “Jeff…”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What? What are you talking about? Did Grant call you?”
“Yes of course he did. He said you made a scene in the VIP lobby.”
“I did…would you like to know why?”
I could actually hear him roll his eyes at me. “I’d love to,” he said, sarcastically.
“The old pervert was putting his hands on me. He thought I was going to have sex with him. He told me all of his other “dates” did.”
“He’s exaggerating, Olivia. You know that I tell all of you girls that this firm does not arrange sex. But, what you choose to do as a consenting adult is on you.”
“That’s the thing, Jeff. I don’t “choose” to do that. If there’s a chance they’re going to expect it, I don’t want anything to do with the perverts. I’m married.” Jeff laughed. “What is funny?”
“Nothing, sorry. It’s just that so are they…most of them anyways.”
“I don’t care if they want to break their vows for a quick fuck. I’m not doing it…especially with a creepy old man.”
“That’s fine Olivia but you can’t yell at him in public.”
“He was molesting me!”
“You may have cost me a lot of money Olivia.”
“Well that’s too bad, Jeff. You can fire me. I don’t care.” I stepped out of the cab in front of my house, paid the driver and headed up the steps towards the brownstone.
“I’m not going to fire you, Olivia. But listen…you’re not required to have any kind of sex with these guys…but I do need you to be nice. If you go around yelling at them in public, your own reputation will suffer as well.”
“I’m just shocked Jeff…still. Do a lot of your girls really have sex with them?”
“I have no idea. Like I said, I don’t sell sex. This is the first time Mr. Grant has ever complained.”
“I’m not sure I can keep doing this, Jeff.”
“Olivia, please don’t quit on me now. Mr. Golden requested you specifically for tomorrow night. Liv this guy is so loaded that it would take generations for his family to spend all his money after he dies. He’s an old-fashioned gentleman too Olivia. He would never touch you without your permission.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please Olivia! He’s paying me ten grand. I’ll give you half.”
“Ten grand? Jesus! Do you get that much all the time?”
“No…that’s why it’s so important to me that you not cancel this. I can’t afford to lose him as a client and you’re the only girl he wants. He’s only in town tomorrow for the music conference at the Met. He’ll be flying back out to California on Sunday morning.”
I’m such a pushover that I knew I wasn’t going to cancel on Jeff, but I was damned sure to take the five grand. If nothing else I could get my boobs enhanced so my own husband wants to grope them. Jeff sounded awfully relieved when I said, “Okay, I’ll do it…but if he lays one wrinkled paw on me…”
“He won’t! You have my word.” Somehow the word of a man who encourages “consensual sex” between his clients and employees didn’t mean that much.
3
Olivia
I went straight upstairs and ran a hot bath. I poured in a generous amount of scented bubbles and oils. I felt like I needed to get that creepy old man’s touch and even his scent off me. As the water ran I stripped off the stupid leather skirt and silk blouse. After I pulled off my bra I stood in front of the mirror and examined my breasts. They’re a 36 C cup. I suppose they could stand to be a little bit bigger. It’s strange that Mike and I have been married for ten years and I never knew he was interested in ginormous tits. I peeled off my panties and I was reminded that I needed to make an appointment for a Brazilian. That’s another thing my dear friend Carrie introduced me to. I used to just shave…but she took my hand one day and made me feel how smooth hers was. I blushed for three days, but she was right…that was one smooth pussy.
When the tub was full I stepped in and sank down into the fragrant bubbles. I rested my head back on the curve of the tub and closed my eyes. I miss my husband. I don’t just miss him because he’s on this trip…I miss him because it seems like over the past six months or so, he’s been so wrapped up in business…either busy or stressed out, that he hardly ever has time for me. I do my best to make the house nice when he’s home. I cook dinner and I do all the household chores…except of course when I forget to pack for him. Carrie told me that wasn’t enough for a man. I had to be sexy for him too. So that’s why I started with all of the lifts and tucks and injections and scrubs and sculpts…I wanted nothing more than to be sexy for my husband. Mike is gorgeous. He has black hair and blue eyes and a perfect body that looks even better now than it did when we got married. I always felt like the luckiest girl in the world that he pi
cked me.
Our sex life used to be active. We’d have sex four or five times a week. But lately it’s dwindled to once…or twice…a month. He constantly tells me that it’s not me…it’s him. But that doesn’t really do anything for my self-confidence. I finally opened my eyes and washed myself. Sitting naked in the tub thinking about my sexy man was making me horny. If I couldn’t have him, I’d break out the toys. I’d bought them while he was out of town and I kept them hidden. Carrie knows about them because she was with me that day. She even told me which ones she had and which ones she liked the best. She said that she and Steve had phone sex a lot when he’s on the road. Carrie discloses a little too much sometimes. As I dried my hair I remembered the story she told me about having phone sex with him while they pretended he was in a hotel room with a prostitute. He pretended to have sex with another woman while Carrie masturbated on the phone. I thought that was a little strange. That wouldn’t turn me on at all.
After I finished drying my hair and I slathered on all the expensive face creams Carrie had suggested I buy, I slipped into a pair of silk shorts and a silk cami and then went into the closet. There was a shoe box up on the top shelf next to my old purses. I reached up and pulled it down. Inside of the box was a six-inch life-like dildo, a butt plug which I’d never used but I’d bought after peer pressure from Carrie and my trusty rabbit. That one is my favorite but tonight I was considering using the cream Mike had bought to stimulate my clit…We’d never had a chance to use it together, so maybe I’d try it out alone. I carried my treasures back to the king-sized bed and before I slid in between the satin sheets, I stripped off my pajamas. As soon as I lay down I turned on the vibrator and began to run it in circles around my nipples. They became instantly rock hard…and then my phone rang. Shit! I looked at the clock, it was almost midnight. Suddenly I got a bad feeling. Maybe something happened to Mike. I turned off the dildo and reached for my phone. It was Mike.
“Baby! Are you okay?”
“I’m fine sweetheart. I just missed you. I felt bad about us having words and not making love before I left today. Are you okay?”
I was shocked and pleased all at the same time. This was unlike Mike but it thrilled me. “I am fantastic now! I miss you.”
“I miss you too babe. What are you doing?”
“I just took a bubble bath and I’m lying in bed. What are you doing?”
“The same. I didn’t take a bubble bath, but I had a shower and I’m lying in bed. I’m horny for my sexy wife.”
“Really?”
He laughed. “Yes, really. I wish you were here…or I was there….”
“Mm me too…”
“Are you horny baby?”
“Mm Hmm.”
“You want me to help you fix it?” I was doubly shocked. In ten years, Mike and I had never had phone sex.
“How are you going to help me when you’re way out there in Minnesota?”
“I could…tell you what to do.”
“Mm…go on…”
“You have to do everything I say,” he commanded.
“Okay,” I submitted.
“What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
He laughed again. “You’re in bed naked…alone? What were you going to do?”
“I was going to touch myself and think about my husband.”
“Mm baby! That’s hot. But I want you to do something for me.”
“Okay.”
“Go put on that sexy red silk thing I bought for you last Valentine’s day.”
I got up and went to the dresser. I knew right where it was. I’d never worn it, but it was the first piece of lingerie he’d ever bought for me so I loved it. I pulled it out. It was a short little nightgown that fell to just below my waist with spaghetti straps. I slipped it over my head. The silk felt good next to my skin.
“Okay, it’s on,” I told him.
“Turn off all the lights except the little lamp on the dresser and put the phone on speaker and set it on the bedside table,” he told me. I did as he asked and as I switched my cell phone to speaker I said, “I’m ready,”
“Is the cream we bought still in the drawer?” Truth be told it was lying next to me, but I thought that made me sound like a perv.
“Yes.”
“Take it out and rub a little on your clit for me.”
I slid the drawer open and shut. I was embarrassed for my husband to know I’d been ready to play with myself all alone. I’m not really that adventurous when it comes to sex. I reached down and parted my lips. I let two drops of the cream fall on my clit and I began rubbing it in. I moaned… “I wish you were here Michael.” He moaned too. It sounded like his moans when we have sex…he must be touching himself. I heard him suck in a breath the way he does when I wrap my lips around his cock. He was getting into it.
“Use one hand to rub your nipples through the silk nightie,” he told me. I began doing that and he told me to run my fingers around the outside of the nipples. “That’s it baby…” he said, like he could see me. “Round and round…now squeeze them…. So pretty…Slide a hand up under your gown and touch them. Pinch those hard nipples for me baby.”
Again I did as he asked. He was really moaning now and the sound of it was turning me on even more. “I wish you were here to suck on them,” I said.
In a breathless voice he said, “Keep rubbing with one hand baby. Put the other back down between your legs. Rub your clit for me baby. Rub it slow. I don’t want you to come yet. Tell me how good it feels, Liv.”
“It feels so good. I’m almost ready to come. God I wish you were here!”
“Go get the hairbrush from the bathroom baby.” I knew what he wanted next. I shifted on the bed so he would think I got up. When I lay back down I had the big vibrator in my hand. “Got it baby?”
“Mm hmm…”
“Good. Grab the K-Y out of the nightstand and put a little on there.”
I reached for the K-Y and did as he told me. “Okay,” I said again.
“Now, slide it into your pussy while you keep rubbing your clit with the other hand.”
I did that but with the vibrator he didn’t know I had, not the hairbrush. My hips were bucking up off the bed as I buried the dildo as far as it would go into my pussy. “I’m so close,” I said.
“Do you want to know what I would do if I were there after you come?” He was panting even harder now. It was so sexy.
“Yes, tell me… “
“I’m going to slide my throbbing cock into your mouth. You’re going to take it in as deep as you can.” I pictured that and felt another rush of warm fluid running down my inner thighs.
“Oh Mike!”
“Keep rubbing that pussy baby while my thick cock is in your mouth…”
“Michael! Oh!”
“Are you coming baby?” his voice sounded deep and somewhat strangled.
“Yes!” I screamed out. I heard him chuckle at my enthusiasm.
“Tell me what’s happening baby,” He whispered. So sexy!
“I’m coming babe! Shit! That was fucking incredible. Ahh…. I’m exploding! Ahhh fuck! Oh Mike! I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.”
“Your turn now?”
“Nah, you get some rest, I’ll take care of it.” His voice still sounded strangled like he was right on the verge.
“Are you sure, baby?”
“I’m sure. Love you! Get some rest.” Before I could say another word, he hung up. That was strange. The whole thing was really different for us…but nice. As I drifted off I realized I forgot to ask him about Carrie…
4
Olivia
I was ready for the party by seven. The “gentleman” I was attending with, a Mr. Harold Golden was sending a limousine at seven-thirty to pick me up at the Hilton where I meet my clients. The party was at some mansion in Chelsea that belonged to a “famous” record producer according to Jeff. I had never heard of him, but then again, the music scene wasn’t r
eally my thing. The limousine arrived at exactly seven-thirty. Mr. Golden as it turned out was not as old or as creepy as my last “date.” At least at first glance. I opened the door to the hotel room we use, to find him standing there holding a bouquet of white roses. He’s tall, over six feet and his dark brown hair is only tinged with silver at the temples. His eyes are a light blue color and look soft and kind.
“Hello Olivia. I’m Harold.”
“Hi Harold. It’s nice to meet you.”
“These are for you,” he said. I smiled and smelled them as I took them out of his hand.
“Thank you, they’re beautiful.” I put them in one of the vases in the room. I’d probably never see them again, but it was the thought that counted.
“You look absolutely amazing,” he said. I smiled. I had worn an off-white lace dress that wasn’t quite mini but stopped just above my knees. The front was conservative, but the back plunged to my waist. My shoes were off white strappy Jimmy Choo’s that I’d splurged on during one of Carrie’s wild shopping sprees and my long dark hair hung straight to my waist. I’d put on just a touch of green eyeliner to bring out the green in my hazel eyes. I’d been happy with the end result, but it was nice to have confirmation. “Are you ready?” he asked, holding out his arm. I smiled and took it. He was muscular and firm for an older man. I wasn’t sure how old he was but I’d guess around mid-fifties or so.
He led me down and out to a white limousine. The driver was waiting with the door open for us. I slid in on the super soft leather seat and as soon as we took off, Harold lifted a bottle of champagne out of the silver chiller and asked, “Would you like a glass?”
“Sure, thank you.” He poured us each a flute. Before we drank he held his up and said,
“To new friendships.” I clinked with him and we drank. I thought the night was going to go much better than my last date. Maybe it was all due to the amazing phone sex I had with my husband. I’d been thinking all day about flying out and surprising him if the “date” didn’t end too late. I felt like a teenager missing her one and only.
