The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  Valerie was crying and refused my offer. “I will get a taxi; I want to be left alone!”

  “Okay then!” I replied, not sure if her decision was a prudent course of action. “We can rearrange for the next part of the interview at some other point in the future, safe travel Valerie!” I held out a hand towards Valerie in gentle attempt to mend the damage between us, but I was sharply rebuffed.

  “You are a bastard Vincent! There will be no more interviews; I have had enough of you and your sanitized version of prostitution. I hate you Vincent Hancock!”

  Valerie ran away from me, holding her heels in her hand. I could not see her face but knew that she was still tearful and perhaps too intoxicated. I would wait and see if she truly wished to end our arrangement, but deep down I believed our professional relationship was now at an irretrievable end!

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  The Black Book of Vincent Hancock

  Contents

  Chapter One: Back in the Saddle.

  Chapter Two: The Same but Different.

  Chapter Three: New Beginnings.

  Chapter Four: Back to Nature.

  Chapter Five: College Girls.

  Chapter Six: A Smile from a Widow.

  Chapter Seven: Blue Bloods.

  Chapter Eight: High and the Mighty.

  Chapter Nine: The Elephant in the Room.

  Chapter One: Back in the Saddle.

  That phone, that bloody phone! How I wish that they would invent a ringtone that did not disturb the fragile tranquility of my daydreams. I already knew that the call was from my Agency, no doubt asking me when I would be back to work! It had been a month since I last answered the phone to my organization and a bit longer since Valerie ran away from me in the pouring rain. My enthusiasm for my job had waned yet I continued working for another fortnight before deciding I needed an extended vacation. For some reason I felt numb and empty, my vocation had all of sudden become a regular job. It was something that I didn’t particularly enjoy and I needed a change of scenery. I would like to say that the incident with Valerie De Costa did not affect me but I knew deep down that it had. I had expected a phone call off her the next day but it did not appear, my phone did not receive one single attempt to contact me and I found it curious. I checked that she was still alive after a week; perhaps it was silly of me to think someone would go to extreme lengths after our kiss but at times I have been known to worry too much. I learnt that she was still alive and from that, I guessed that she was not particularly interested in contacting me. After two weeks of this, I decided that Hawaii would be just the tonic I needed. I contacted my organization and cleared my schedule for the next four weeks. I had a holiday entitlement and after the time I spent exposing my secret life to Valerie De Costa, I was sure as hell going to use it.

  I know that I had been wallowing in self pity in my apartment since my return from Hawaii; I had barely left the house and did the bare minimum to maintain my form. It was not as if I was depressed in the conventional sense, but it was a low brought on by somebody rejecting me. I had no real attachment to Valerie but her behaviour had hurt me and I wondered if I was losing my touch with the opposite sex. I had spoken with my psychologist and she had assured me it was Valerie who had a deep seated issue. In between my psychiatrist trying to unethically book an appointment with me, I realized that it was Valerie who was truly hurt and it was only my ego that was bruised. Although the realization helped me a bit, it also made me worry for Valerie but she had stated that she wanted nothing more to do with me. I wondered if I should try and initiate contact again, maybe send her some flowers. I don't know it all seemed such a mess over an innocent kiss between a man and a woman.

  My phone had stopped ringing, yet I could feel no need to return the call. After all I was still officially on holiday and I had given them a provisional return date a good few days away. For all they know, I was still trekking around the globe and could be in the middle of nowhere with no phone reception still. I stopped myself from checking my answer phone and boiled the kettle instead. I needed to relax; I felt great trepidation about returning to work and wondered if I should take an extra unpaid week off. I had the money to cover it, but I also knew rivals would soon sniff around my clients and I risked losing out in the long term. My phone buzzed with the unfamiliar sound of a text message, it was not a feature that I used as I believed solely the preserve of teenage girls. I opened the message and was shocked at the words that greeted me.

  "Please phone the office ASAP. There is a request for you to continue interview with Valerie De Costa. Price offered is £500 per session!"

  The text hit me for six; I was wary of replying and was not sure if I wanted to continue with the interview. Maybe I should forget about the interviews and let one of my fellow gigolos give their story to Ms De Costa. I decided to hit the gym and to think over the offer, it was a good price and I would be doing nothing other than giving my recollection of my previous dalliances. The arrangement had worked out well for both of us, and despite the confusion after her party in Soho; I believed there may be a chance of us continuing our working relationship in a professional manner.

  Whilst in the gym I noticed that I was uncharacteristically checking out the many woman who worked out around me, this was strange for me as I usually just went to the gym and enjoyed the rhythm of my practiced routine. In the Gym I kept myself to myself and went about my circuits in a polite but detached manner. I found myself distracted by the stretched fabric that held the bodies of my fellow members in place. I had never realized the incredible area of female forms that inhabited my Gym. I found it hard to get into the zone and I realized that I was becoming distracted by the nubile female flesh that was on offer. I halted my work out and went to speak with Rhodri; he was the former Paratrooper who ran the elite fitness club. He had helped me set a fitness regime that kept me toned and at the peak of physical heath. Rhodri as his name suggested was Welsh and his love of his home nation was without equal.

  “How is the program going there, Vincent?” Rhodri spoke business first and then gave me a look that hinted at my issue. “Hell boy, you finally noticed the woman folk?”

  I was puzzled by his comment and queried his words.”What do you mean, mate?”

  “Your sweat pants are having trouble maintaining your friend!” Rhodri hinted towards my groin and I immediately realized that I was incredibly hard and desperate for release.

  “I am sorry Rhodri, have I caused any complaints?” I was embarrassed as I usually had control of myself and did not want to come across as some lecherous pervert, especially as the gym membership was high and attracted a good standard of clientele.

  Rhodri laughed and patted my right shoulder with hands which resembled shovels. “There were no complaints, Vincent? Absolutely no chance of that! Hell you probably convinced at least a half dozen women to either renew their membership or upgrade their free trial to the elite package straight away!”

  My embarrassment was not helped by Rhodri’s banter but at least I was unlikely to get barred from the establishment. Rhodri looked around and whispered discreetly to avoid prying ears. “So why are you carrying that lethal weapon around with you?”

  “I had been on holiday so I haven’t indulged in many activities that would prevent such a problem!” I could see Rhodri chuckle as I spoke and knew he did not have too much sympathy for my predicament.

  Rhodri spoke normally and looked around his gym like a hunter views the wild herd on the plains of the Serengeti. “I have an idea to help if you are interested?”

  My reply was quick and playful. “Sorry Rhodri, I am flattered but I don’t swing that way!”

  Rhodri howled in delight and punched my right bicep with a mock anger. “Nah, if I were after a man, you would not fit my taste Vincent. Get over yourself!”

  I was intrigued by Rhodri’s idea but I was also aware of the amount of attention that my predicament and Rhodri’s noise were creating. “Alright mate, what is your answer to this situation?�
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  “Do you remember my masseuse, Martha?” Rhodri smirked as he spoke. “Well she has a massive crush on you and has told me that if she ever got you on her table; she would milk you like a farmer does his prize cow!”

  I ignored Rhodri’s crudeness as it was all part of his personality. “Which one is Martha again?”

  Rhodri pointed at the photo of his staff on the wall and then I recalled Martha. She was a blonde haired and blue eyed goddess from Sweden. I had seen her walking through the Gym from time to time and had to admit she was an extremely well put together woman.

  “Is there any chance I could get booked in for a quick massage, Rhodri?”

  My friend chuckled and nodded. “Let me just see if she is willing to come off lunch early to ease some of that tension you are currently feeling!”

  Rhodri phoned his employee and mumbled his conversation, the only words I could make out were. “Only chance…your little crush… Yes Vincent!”

  Rhodri smiled and put down his mobile phone. “Please follow me to Room Six and strip off your clothing. Miss Jacobson will be with you as soon as she can!”

  “Thanks Rhodri, I owe you one!” my reply was sheepish but genuine.

  Rhodri laughed and responded. “No problem Vincent, but you don’t owe me one; I am not that kind of guy!”

  As Rhodri left me to sprawl out naked on my front with only a towel to hide my modesty, I heard him pass another person in the corridor. “You go get him Tiger, this one counts towards your Christmas bonus!”

  The response I heard was unmistakable Nordic and I hazard to guess that she told him in her native tongue where to go!

  Martha came over to me with the movements of a predatory cat, she was dressed in her yoga attire and beads of sweat hung precariously on her brow. I felt uncomfortable laying on my front and Martha's words did little to ease my discomfort.

  "So Mister Hancock, I finally see you in my massage parlour, why has it taken you so long to come visit me?"

  I swallowed hard as I saw the tight fitting Lycra hug the contours of her form. She was exquisite and her blond hair framed her Elf-like features with a mischievous cuteness. Martha bent over to select some fragrant oils from the bottom of her supply shelf and I was treated to a view that I could only disguise as heavenly. Her tight pants accentuated her delicious butt and Martha was a true woman not one of these size zero stick insects. I realized that I had not responded straight away and continued to play the situation cool.

  “I felt a bit stiff from my workout and Rhodri recommended your tender touch!”

  Martha giggled and replied with a flirtatious manner. “Stiffness indeed, Rhodri informed me of what you really need. Believe me Vincent, I am not one for tenderness in the work place!

  Martha disappeared behind me and for a few moments I felt alone in the warm and tranquil room. The splash of oil upon the muscles of my back brought me back to reality. The warm oil soothed the exertion of my work out and Martha explored my torso with experienced pressure and knowledge. Martha worked the muscles which had borne the brunt of my ill judged and foolhardy workout. Martha moved my towel away and worked the muscles of my lower back, butt and hamstrings. Her movements were fluid and designed to excite the sensitive skin of my body.

  I felt the warmth of our bodies and knew what Martha had in mind, as I strained my neck to take in my masseurs figure I was tantalized by seeing her uniforms straps flapping idly to the side. My masseuse was already topless and it was apparent that Martha did not suffer with any issues regarding the display of her body. I turned to my front and Martha gave a purr of approval.

  "It would seem that my talents are greatly appreciated!" Martha leaned in and gave me a grand display of her ample bosom.

  I guess the lack of sexual contact whilst on holiday, had left me rather horny but I did not act like a man who was enslaved by his hormones.

  "I must compliment you on your technique Martha, but I did warn you of stiffness that I have being experiencing of late.” I smiled my greatest smile and was rewarded with a smirked acknowledgement by Martha.

  “I guess I had best do what my job instructs and relieve your stress?” Although Martha questioned me, she was not interested in my response. Instead she grabbed hold of my steel like erection and pumped it with her oiled hands. Martha allowed her ample bosom to bounce as she worked my hard member and the sight I beheld was poetry in sheer motion.

  Martha enjoyed watching my body squirm and she dripped the warm oil over her firm breasts. They now shimmered with a slick sheen that teased me to come close and inspect them further.

  “So Vincent, you like what you see?”

  My reply was less than articulate owing to the rushing endorphins running through my body. “Yeah, you bet that sweet butt of yours!”

  Martha eased her pumping of my engorged cock and lamented the situation. “Damn it Vincent, I would love to ride that magnificent beast of yours but I am in a professional setting and more importantly I have a boyfriend now.”

  My mouth replied on autopilot. “I am sure your boyfriend would not appreciate you doing this!”

  “True, but my conscious is clear about this. Taking your little friend here in my warm and wet pussy is truly crossing the line. Besides, I have no protection here and the only man who rides me natural is my boyfriend!” Martha continued jacking me off as she spoke and started to play with her painfully erect left nipple.

  I accepted Martha’s standpoint and would not push the situation as it complimented my own rules about casual sex. “Not a problem Martha, I appreciate your stance.”

  Martha smiled and continued to work my excited member with renewed vigor. Her hands aided by the oil, sent warm sensations through my body. Martha enjoyed my response and encouraged me to enjoy her handy work.

  “So Vincent, are you going to cover my tits with your hot cream?”

  My reply was of a satisfied moan and Martha held all the cards at this moment in time. “Vincent, are you going to answer me?

  Her words brought me back into the present and I managed a reply. “What would you like me to do, Martha?”

  “Well Vincent, what I really want is off the table! But if you cover my breasts it will give me some fun later as I relive this encounter!” Martha squeezed her left nipple with a merciless pinch and moaned her desire.

  My mind was racing with possibilities, her words were a tease and they put images in my head that belonged on film for others to share. “So when you have finished with me, you are going to help yourself out?”

  “Of course Vincent, I would be a fool not too!” Martha raised her nipple to her outstretched tongue and licked it with a slow method. To her credit Martha maintained her attention upon me and kept my rigid cock entertained.

  “You seem to have my man under control; you are doing a very good job!” Martha had me just where she wanted me and knew exactly what she was doing. The warm oil was placed upon her cleavage and I knew what she wanted next. Martha coaxed me off her work table and allowed herself to fall on to her back. I mounted her midriff and had my hard cock pointing between the two defined contours of her breasts.

  “Hurry up Vincent, it is time you fucked my breasts hard!” without further encouragement I glided my firm member between the exquisite surface of Martha’s lubricated chest. In response Martha pushed her globes together and appreciated the new sensation of my efforts. Martha’s tongue licked the tip of my cock on every up thrust and the sensation sent me over the edge. I quickened the pace and felt the surge build in the pit of my body, with a few quick thrusts; my hot load shot up into the mouth and throat area of Martha.

  In response Martha hungrily licked her lips and moved my seed down her body onto her ample chest. A fiendish look set across her face and she purred her next words with pure devilment in her voice.

  “Hmm, thank you Vincent. I am thinking I will save your load and rub it into my breasts. My boyfriend has acted like a dick of late. So I think I will let him lick you off me before he get
s to fuck my brains out later!”

  I watched as Martha toweled my residue onto her excited flesh and covered up her magnificent chest. “Isn’t that a bit unfair on him Martha?”

  My masseuse laughed at my response. “It’s too late to feel sympathy for him now, Vincent! Besides he will get sex out of it and I get some payback!”

  I replaced my towel and noticed that Martha had quickly adjusted herself back into a professional manner. I wondered if Martha would degrade her boyfriend tonight and I couldn’t help but wonder if this woman had a sexual appetite that would challenge me. I let further thoughts of exploring Martha escape me; this was not the time to think of pounding the masseuse’s pussy. Now was the time for a shower and a hasty retreat from the obvious smell of carnal exercise. As I left Martha’s private room, I bumped into Rhodri who was wearing a grin that let me know he heard almost everything that happened in the room.

  “Are you feeling a little better now mate?”

  I nodded my response. “Yeah, it’s always nice to release some tension.”

  Rhodri laughed and passed me on his way to the Martha’s office. “I guess it is buddy, I guess it is!”

  I knew the look on Rhodri’s face and knew that his talk with Martha would be less than professional. I had a sneaking suspicion that Rhodri was already fucking his masseuse and could be the boyfriend of which she spoke of. I began to feel both uneasy and aroused, now was the perfect time to leave the gym. All in all, my workout for today was complete and I felt a lot better for my time spent there. My time with Martha had distracted me from the issue that had been occupying my thoughts since the phone message I had received earlier. I would now have to decide very quickly, whether or not I would entertain a return to my previous arrangement with Valerie De Costa. I had enjoyed the experience and the money was good considering all I did was talk. It was there as I walked through the same park in which we both kissed, that I decided to hear what Ms De Costa had to say for herself.