The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

  @2015 Kerry Westlake

  Page Works Publishing

  This collection includes the previously released titles.

  The Secret World of Vincent Hancock

  The Black Book of Vincent Hancock

  The Sweet Farewell of Vincent Hancock

  The following book is a collection of fictional stories and the characters have not been modeled on any living or dead person. Any resemblance is purely coincidental and all stories are from the imagination of the Author.

  The

  Secret

  World of

  Vincent

  Hancock

  Contents

  Introduction

  First Impressions

  Career Opportunities

  Celebrity Sin

  Play by the Rules

  Celebration Time

  Introduction

  Motorway Services (M1) Northbound 8.42pm

  The Coffee before me lacked the key ingredients which were required for a refreshing drink. Taste and freshness had been lost in the half hearted mechanics of a disgruntled barista. The young lad was obviously near the end of a long and arduous shift. It was clear that all sparkle had left the server a couple of hours ago. As I watched the laboured motions of the coffee vendor, I felt a pang of sorrow for his banal predicament. The lad looked like he was a good decade younger than I was; but the way he carried out his duties was laboured. His stooped posture highlighted that I had made the right choices in my life. I had left the Royal Navy with a modest pension due to an unfortunate and almost blameless injury to my right knee. I would never be able to play a sport regularly and my latter years would be sure to promise a series of niggling complaints. From the moment I was medically discharged from the Navy, I decided to enjoy my life and make the most of my new found freedom. I guess it was that philosophy which led me into my present career and this meeting with some half-baked freelance journalist.

  The meeting place was public and easily accessible, the rendezvous was completely different to any usual assignments I had been given. The major difference was that I was going to keep me clothes on and discuss my experiences gathered from working as a male escort for the last two years. The entire drive to the rendezvous was filled with the same question. Why had I been assigned this media exercise, after all my profession was notoriously secretive and discretion was always assured. I had been told to answer as much as I could without incriminating past and present clients. It was only an interview but I would be paid the top rate for discussing the intricate nature of my profession. I had already figured that this would be a piece for one of the more upmarket ladies magazines and that the questions would not require too much detail or effort to answer satisfactory.

  The one gnawing problem I had about this interview is why someone would pay so much for the inside line on the life of a Gigolo. I was pretty sure the cost of making this article would not meet any royalty payments or even an advance of a serialized book. I wondered if the fashionable interest in Fifty Shades of whatever it was had made writers more desperate for the gory and intimate details of sex. Perhaps my exploits between the sheets could rival such erotic goings on, but I doubted that readers would be satisfied in the sanitized version of the profession I had chosen to follow in the pursuit of my own financial survival.

  First Impressions

  My idle thoughts were broken by the arrival of my expected guest; she quickly grabbed my attention with her no-nonsense manner.

  “Are you Mr. Vincent Hancock?” the young women questioned with a well masked curiosity. “I am Valerie De Costa and I am here for our first interview.

  I stood up from the uncomfortable chair and offered a warm smile. “Yes, I am. I am glad you made it here okay, Valerie. Did you manage to avoid the traffic before the last turning?”

  “I had no trouble on the roads, fortunately I gave myself plenty of travel time and as I am local; I know all the back roads quite well.”

  My interviewer seemed very cold and businesslike. I was certain that she spent very little time around other people and could see that she found every human interaction as a minor struggle. Valerie looked at my half consumed cup and offered to bring me a new drink.

  “Would you like a refill Mr. Hancock?”

  I nodded and weighed up drinking another one of the Barista’s lame attempts at a Cappuccino.

  “Yes please, if it is not too much trouble. Please may I have a Latte with a shot of caramel?”

  Ms De Costa smirked half heartedly; it was a look that betrayed her lack of amusement at this assignment. Her response was an equal measure of mockery and resentment.

  “A shot of caramel in your Latte, how exotic Mr. Hancock; I see you like the finer things in life!”

  I let the comment pass as I was unsure how to take my interviewer; perhaps it was nervousness that made her come across cold and aloof. As Valerie De Costa walked away to get us our drinks, I caught myself sizing up my interviewer with a professional eye. Despite her exotic skin tone and streamlined figure, I quickly deduced that she was a woman who would seldom receive a second glance from prospective suitors; she was on first impressions bookish and decidedly average. I had encountered many women from around the world and for want of a better description; she was plain. I must clarify; she is no way or shape ugly. It was just that Valerie seemed the type of person who easily blended in with the scenery. Whether her chameleon like ability was by nature or design, I was at this time unable to tell. I watched as Valerie went through the simple task of ordering our drinks and from her actions I guessed that her behaviour was by her own design. She was a woman who wanted to achieve things by merit and her own skills. She was not one to rely on cuteness and would definitely not exploit herself. I found this refreshing and looked upon this keenly yet quietly intelligent woman with an immediate respect.

  I was intrigued by her, I could not see the point of this enterprise and wondered how long before she tired of this and ended our encounter. She didn’t seem to be the type of journalist that would ask for this assignment. I was familiar with the style of work these content writers spewed out with an alarming frequency. It was the usual banal and repetitive drivel so her first questions were unlikely to catch me off guard. De Costa arrived back with my drink and offered me a polite smile as I thanked her for the drink. “Thank you very much. So you really want the back story of my sexual conquests?”

  She replied in a way that was very matter of fact and no real emotion was visible upon her face.

  “I think my readers would like to know what makes someone such as you tick. Perhaps we can start with your first foray into physical intimacy?”

  It was hard not to laugh at her response, after all she wanted to personalise me to her audience. It seemed ridiculous to me as I made my living by making myself mysterious and detached from reality. In the interests of moving this first meeting along I relented.

  “Sure, okay if you really want to hear how I fumbled my way into adulthood, we can do that!”

  De Costa replied with a practiced patience. “I think that it is a good starting point and would tell us much more about you spiral into prostitution.”

  I decided to ignore the slight dig in her words but it led me to believe that she already had her opinion of me. “Would some early information help set the story for your readers?”

  “No, let us get straight to the hardcore stuff. There is a chance this story will not get serialized so I may as well come in hard and strong to get my editors attention!” Valerie started her Dictaphone and prompted me to begin my tale.

  If memory serves I was an innocent seventeen year old lad
from Buckinghamshire, who had yet to grow into his own body. I was like every other schoolboy, a raging mass of hormones and unable to temper my inner fire. I hadn't really dated, as the girls I knew were all dating lads in their twenties and for a ride in their Ford Escort they allowed their delinquent chauffeurs to ride their naked and nubile flesh. I am certain that it was the same for every lad of that age and I am pretty sure that nothing has changed much for the youth of today.

  Valerie made no comment but rolled her eyes and tried to persuade me silently to move on with my story; it seemed that my tale held no great interest to her but her article needed the information to build a rounded background for my personality. Valerie finally spoke. “So you were a late developer when it came to sex then Mr. Hancock?”

  My reply was non-verbal; I shrugged and raised my eyebrows. No further comment was needed, as she merely wanted the story of my first dalliances.

  Valerie gave a look of surprise, she had obviously come into this meeting with preconceptions about me and my response intrigued her.

  “Very well, how did you pop your cherry?”

  I gave Valerie a sly grin and commented. “I was getting to that; if I can have no further interruptions then I will continue!”

  “Sorry, please continue Mr. Hancock!” the reporter saw no point in wasting time as her deadline was dwindling with every minute spent in this dismal watering hole.

  Wishing to move this initial session along, I continued with my tale. “In truth I hadn't really achieved more than a kiss in the dark and the odd fumble underneath a girlfriend’s blouse. My complete sexual knowledge was gleaned from a collection of magazines, poor quality Video and the boasts of some of the older lads with whom I used to play football.”

  I took a sip of my coffee and noted that the taste had not improved over time; my interviewer made notes in shorthand and was content to let me continue without interruption.

  “My one enduring fantasy at the time was the newly arrived school nurse. The college I was at, employed her to deal with the numerous injuries from the P.E department and the pranks of my fellow students. Miss Carver was a newly graduated health care worker who got the job due to her father also being the Head of the College. She was in a long term relationship with some faceless oaf; he had latched onto her at university and had somehow managed to keep hold of her despite his extremely childish nature.

  Miss Carver was my walking wet dream; she had dark straight hair with a blonde streak similar to how one of the Spice Girls wore her hair. She had a sporty figure but opted to hide her full breasts under an unflattering sports bra. She always dressed conservatively primly with her blouses buttoned all the way up. On those delightful days when she chose to wear a skirt, her skirt was always designed to show nothing above the knee. I was quite accident prone at that age and was maybe in the nurses office at least three times within the college week owing to my body growing and developing at a bizarre rate. Over the next few months we talked and she was the first woman who I could talk to without appearing a sniveling dumbass. By the middle of my first year at college, my body started to fill out with muscle and I started to resemble pretty much how I am right now. As I settled into my adult form, I noticed that I picked up fewer injuries but still somehow managed to visit the Nurse’s office as regular as before. The dynamic of my relationship with the school nurse changed and we flirted with each other at every opportunity we got. The temptation for us was evident as the sexual tension crackled in the air, every time I visited her in the College’s infirmary. As my body settled, I spent less time in her office but I tried to visit her at least once a week. I had started fitness training as I wished to join the Royal Navy and had my entire life mapped out for myself. Everything was falling into place yet my desire for Miss Carver still drove me crazy. I fantasized about her regularly, even though I was spending less time around her. When I saw her in the College, she always spoke and smiled at me, I was sure there was something there between us but never thought to pursue it.”

  Valerie looked up from her note taking and commented with a dry sarcasm. “I am surprised a man with your personal legend took so long to seal the deal, or even act on his desires. You spent a good year lusting over this Miss Carver and gained nothing, how did you finally snare this enchantress?”

  “An enchantress, I would hardly call her that but she did take up the majority of my thoughts!” as I spoke I realized that I had left myself open to the inevitable response of Valerie.

  “Have a look in the dictionary Mr. Hancock. You will find the definition listed fits the symptoms you have described!” for the first time in this meeting the reporter smiled and it changed her entire face. She no longer looked harsh and her natural beauty slowly became more noticeable.

  “Right then, it is time for the popping of the cherry tale!” I was unsure how detail she wanted, so I decided on full disclosure in my recollection.

  The College was holding an open recruitment for the armed forces and I was by now desperate to join the Royal Navy, but my folks wished for me to gain my A levels and to enroll myself in the service at the age of eighteen. Owing to apathy in the local area, the turnout was less than expected and despite the best efforts of the organizers it was a bit of a letdown. The highlight of the evening for me was that Miss Carver had volunteered to help tidy down and run the refreshment stand. As part of my duties I was designated on clean down and this twist of fate led to an unforgettable experience for me.

  To speed the story along and dispense with the details, a series of events transpired which forced both Miss Carver and I, to clean up the main area alone. I believe there was a family emergency with some of the other helpers and it was left to us to finish the job. We needed to place all of the tables and chairs back in the dimly lit storeroom. It was in the dimly lit storeroom that I first tasted the lips of Miss Carver, it happened accidently but it sent both of us into a lustful frenzy. The kiss lasted for an eternity and I did not wish for it to end, eventually Miss Carver broke our embrace and whispered in my ear.

  “Meet me in the infirmary as soon as you are able!”

  Miss Carver left me to move the last remaining furniture and my mind asked the same question over and over again. What will happen if we are caught? After all I was still technically a student and she was the daughter of the head of the college. But my desire for Miss Carver had deprived me of rational thought, every muscle in my body was now geared up for my chance with Miss Carver and the anticipation was killing me. I finished off the last couple of items with the speed and strength of a superhero; it was amazing how little effort was required when a prize such as Miss Carver was on offer.

  I sped to the matron’s office filled with lust and fear; I quickly told my doubt to piss off as I intended to enjoy everything that Miss Carver intended to give me. I knew from the kiss and the positioning of her hands that she wanted to fuck me. That surge of energy and excitement powered my entire body at this moment in time. As I reached the door, I tried to contain my excitement and knocked politely at the door.

  “Come on in baby!” was the response from behind the other side of the door. As I entered the room I noticed how hot Miss Carver truly was. The expression she wore was confident and left me in no doubt as to what would happen next.

  “Go sit over there on the examination bed, I have a nice treat for you. That is of course if you are going to be a good boy!” Miss Carver purred and exposed the sculptured legs that usually lay hidden beneath her conservative clothing.

  I did as instructed and walked to the medical bed. I sat down and felt my erection strain at my trousers. I looked over at her, and I am sure that I gasped as she unbuttoned her skirt. She peeled off her skirt off to reveal nothing but her nakedness. Miss Carver smiled sweetly at my groaning response and looked into my eager eyes as she slid her fingers down to her clean shaven mound. My hands gripped the soft leather of the bed, all my strength was focused on controlling my desire. My eager hands started to sweat with anticipation and des
ire. Instead of continuing her show where she stood, Miss Carver walked in front of me and sat down on the desk. She spread her legs wide and inviting. Miss Carver was very wet and at this moment in time she was open just for me. She knew I wanted to devour her and she had finally offered me the chance to satisfy my lustful dreams.

  "Come to me," she breathed. I stood up in an instant and moved with a desperate desire. I reached her and found my clothes fall from me with little recollection of where they fell. As she slid my underwear down, I felt close to losing control of my senses. I had only dreamt of this a few thousand times and within precious moments my dream was about to happen.

  She reached over and took my strained erection in her hand, Miss Carver switched positions with me and now it was she who was closest to the medical bed. She smiled and seemed pleased with my offering. She gave him a slow stroke and watched my muscles start to spasm, my cock strained for more and she did not disappoint me. She pulled me by my cock, until the tip brushed her warm and moist opening. She stroked the head up and down with a delicate but insistent touch; then she guided me towards her heavenly entrance. My hands moved forward to touch her naked flesh and I was encouraged further by her response.

  "Yes, that’s it baby" she moaned as she closed her eyes "Push that big boy into me."

  My hips jerked forward and I sank into her, she had fallen back onto the bed and allowed me a perfect view of the action. Her pussy felt so incredibly warm and snug, I instinctively pulled back and pushed deeper into her delightful warmth. A third slow push buried me completely in her, resistance had been slight and now some of the initial pressure I felt had subsided. I paused and tried to control my surroundings, I had popped my cherry but now I needed to perform with a woman at least five years my senior. I feared that I would come inside her, right there and then. She squeezed my young cock with her internal muscles as a way to bring me back to the moment, her face was full of lust and she was obviously happy at the feel of me deep inside her. I felt her intensely build as I slowly started to move in and out of the object of my fantasy.