I don’t have a lot of time before the new guy Ira shows
up. Normally I like changing the bed linens after every appointment. But it doesn’t look like that’s going to
happen, and I don’t feel bad about it, since Wellesley hasn’t really left any trace of having been here. I straighten
out the sheets, plumping up the pillows, and quietly stand in front of my closet trying to figure out what to change into.
black dress I have on for Wellesley is pinching too much across my waist because my tummy is bloated with my soon to come
period. As I scan the neatly assembled row of outfits I keep in this apartment for work I spot dark violet strapless suede
dress I haven’t worn in a long time. I yank the expensive dress from its hanger and put it on hastily.
Scrutinizing myself in from of the full-length mirror, I decide
I like the way the dress shows off my bare shoulders, and my cleavage. It’s snug and cuts across my breasts sort of
pushing them in and up, making them look higher and rounder and even more inviting like the women in those oversized portraits
from the 18th century hanging at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
But when I
move the dress inches up my thighs because I’m bloated. I suddenly wish I would had chosen to stay home instead of coming
in to work today. Sighing I go back to my closet to pick out another dress and quickly take a look at the clock. It’s
almost 1pm so I should have time. My hand reaches into the closet at the same time the doorbell rings.
new guy is annoying me already. I slam the closet door shut and move on to the full-length mirror that covers the bathroom
closet door. I peer closely and examine my face. The mascara looks intact. No smudges. My lipstick however needs an re-do
and I quickly dab hot pink across my lips the color of a bad bridesmaid dress and top it off with a little gloss smack in
the middle of my pouting lips.
A girl never looks tired with gloss on. I drop both the lipstick
and gloss back into the drawer and skip-run to open the door bent at the waist fluffing out my hair, which is long past my
shoulders and stops only a few inches away from the curve of my derriere. If there is anything I have learned during the time
I am a call girl is how much one can do in just one or two minutes. One hand grabs the doorknob and the other pushes down
the impossible dress which is inching up my thighs again. I inhale deeply willing myself into my sex goddess role.
The door isn’t even fully open before Ira boldly pushes it past me and
spills into my apartment.
“Well, do come in,” I say sarcastically taking a step back.
a good beginning for the new guy. He seems overly eager and it’s off-putting.
to meet you. Sorry about barging in but you never know who’s behind you!” His high-pitched voice hesitates slightly
between each word.
“Ahhhh,” he says for the first time shutting the door behind him and for a moment I think he is catching
his breathe. But his “ahhhs” is how he speaks and his “ahhhs” are scattered with almost every sentence
until I realize he isn’t aware he makes this sound when he is thinking about what to say next.
In the future when we would replay this scene in my real
apartment, or at a hotel any where in the world, he would ask at times if anyone was hiding in the closet with a camera. It
always threw me off and I always thought he was weird and overly paranoid until the day arrived when I knew with certainty
that people were following him and that in time I, too, would be followed.
At first blush he looks every bit the well-fed businessman in
a tailor-made navy blue pin striped suit meant to hide 30 or more extra pounds. His perfectly groomed wavy chestnut hair parted
at the side is a stark contrast to his heavily hooded eyes surrounded by dark circles.
In years to come I will remember his
first words to me: “you never know whose behind you.” Having been a trust fund kid born into the lap of luxury
he was always worried about his kids being kidnapped and about all sorts of strange things I only saw in mobster movies. In
time I would come to know that his father Meshulam Riklis was a shady figure who did shady things with really shady people,
while amassing a fortune and who, along the way created enemies from the underworld to the White House.
was familiar with all types of eavesdropping devices and different spying methods and had the habit of proudly boasting how
his driver, Norman, would take a bullet for either one of his two little girls. I never knew if I was talking to one of the
world’s wealthiest men or to a mobster with some of the things he gabbed about.
If I had fallen into the rabbit hole
when I lost my way, and ended up selling pieces of my soul by the hour, Ira’s presence in my life, made me topple even
deeper past any of the exit doors I might have been able to open. In decades to come, I too, would wonder who might be standing
just behind me.
I double lock the front door and wrap my hand inside Ira’s meaty palm leading him to the sofa
where he quickly unbuttons his jacket before sitting down. I can feel his weight on my left thigh because he’s sitting
so close to me and instinctively I shuffle away, but he immediately places his big clammy hand on my thigh gripping it firmly.
pants stretch across his wide thighs creasing the fabric and his belly pushes his crisp white shirt up and out from inside
his pants where it had been neatly tucked so that he suddenly resembles an old tired man instead of the young man he is.
routine with a new guy is vastly different than with a regular guy and I haven’t had a new client in a long time, so
I have to be especially careful with him. He is moving too fast and I am intent on slowing him down.
tell me a little about yourself. What kind of business are you in?” I cross my legs and catch his eyes following the
line of my leg all the way down to my black Manolo Blahnik stiletto pumps.
“I own a couple of companies
that aren’t exciting in the least,” he gives my thigh another unwelcome squeeze.
I place my
hand firmly on top of his to make sure it doesn’t go any further and in the same sweet tone of voice I keep talking.
sort of companies?” I don’t acknowledge his hand on my thigh, or the fact that my dress has betrayed me by inching
up even higher so that the top of my stockings, along with the black lace of my garter belt, with my bare flesh are now visible.
special,” he is unabashedly staring at the skin between my dress and the stockings. His full lower lip dangles open.
For a second I think he is going to drool saliva all over himself.
“You are certainly the most
exciting thing that’s happened to me today. And maybe even for a long while,” his eyes sweep up mine again and
a wide grin spreads across his full face making his double chin seem even more prominent.
There is no
way this guy can be a cop and so I let my guard down and intently keep my eyes locked into his now twinkling caramel colored
ones punctuated by dark circles and silently give him the green light.
“I love your tie,”
I place my hand on it against his chest, wanting him to start feeling my touch.
he purrs. “Ahhhh…..You’re lovely.”
“Thank you. Come on,” I
stand and make another attempt at pulling down the hem of my dress. His presses his body close behind mine wrapping his hands
around my waist so that it feels as if we are one as we walk towards the bedroom.
away from him, I recite the usual speech.
“Make yourself comfortable, and when you’re
ready, please leave it here.” I softly tap the nightstand next to the bed. I never use the word money, not even with
regulars, and especially not with a new guy. “I’ll be right back.”
I leave him
in the room for about 4 minutes to give him time to take his clothes off and get himself ready. When I return I find him completely
naked, sitting on top of the cover sheet. He is making a serious attempt to suck in his rounded belly. His big legs are bent
at the knee and his penis is fully erect.
His entire demeanor tells me he has done this before.
Many times. This is certainly not his first. I quickly spot both his black Calvin Klein briefs and his black socks sitting
neatly on top of his clothes on the chair at the foot of the bed. And it’s also another sign that he’s a regular.
He’s someone’s regular. And because he isn’t a newbie I naively believe he is going to be an easy one.
Crisp $100 bills are neatly fanned across the table
and I ignore them.
His pleading eyes are glued on my body, and slowly I strut toward him. I stop
a couple of inches away from his fully extended left arm with the tips of his fingers reaching out for me. Silently
I undo the zipper of my dress, which thankfully is on my side, and not the back, making this little strip tease a lot easier
I wiggle a little and the dress falls down to my waist. I then wiggle again, and it glides
over my hips and down my legs becoming a puddle of fabric on the carpeted floor. I slowly step over it. Only black lingerie,
sheer black stockings, and my black Manolo Blatnik’s remain.
His eyes dart up and down all
over my body, and when his eyes meet mine again, I can tell he is in the red-hot fire zone.
around let me look at you,” his voice is husky with desire.
I turn around slowly stopping
midpoint with my back facing him and let him take in the perfect curves of my body. My ass is perfectly round like a
globe beneath my tiny waist. Standing perfectly still I turn my head sideways, narrow my Oriental-like tilted eyes, and flash
him a cat-like glance.
Swirling back around, I bend down Playboy bunny style and pick up my discarded
dress throwing it about carelessly about three feet away where it lands on top of his crisp white dress shirt.
I can even kick off my pumps I notice his plump toes are already curled and his fully erect member is visually throbbing which
is in stark contrast to his perfectly still bloated body. His arms are rigid at his side and he is lying flat on his back,
as if he were a soldier. Only his head is bent in my direction and his eyes are wide open – so wide open that for a
fraction of a second I wonder if he’s ever going to blink.
I try climbing over his big belly
to get to the other side but Ira wraps his big arms around me and pulls me down tight against him. My breasts fall onto his
face. His thick hands reach up and squeeze them. His mouth opens and he sucks each nipple, one at a time, for several minutes
evenly. Is he trying to please himself or me I wonder as I fight to retain my balance while stuck on top of him staring down
at his wavy brown hair now in disarray.
To check if he is still hard, I rub my leg over his groin, and
it’s still fully erect. Not wanting him to lose it right away I pull my leg away and try to slow him down. I push myself
off him falling onto his right side and push his arm up so I can snuggle my head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around
“I love the suit you were wearing,” I whisper in his ear.
you, I love the dress you had on. Ahhhh…..Where did you buy it?”
“Bloomie’s I think.”
always wanted to buy something off the rack. I always have to get my clothes made for me.” He says in a tragic tone.
I free myself from his arms and prop myself up on one elbow.
“Well, because I have to
lose about 20 pounds and nothing in a store ever fits me. So I’m jealous that you can walk into a store and just buy
something. I can’t do that,” he taps his protruding belly.
My eyes follow his hand, and truth
be told, he could afford to lose 20 maybe even 30 or more pounds. But then again most men aren’t in good shape. Just
go to any beach and potbellied men in too-small shorts stroll by with no shame at all. A woman in the same physical condition
would never go near a beach.
His full checks are flush and his eyes peer into mine. He suddenly
looks very sad.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers caressing my face.
response to his compliment, I run my fingers through his hair. It’s enough for him to pull me close and kiss me on the
lips. We make out as if we were on our honeymoon instead of a pay for hire hour until I pull away and straddle him.
my hair over my head I crawl down his body while my hair and skin caress him like a thousand little feathers.
quivers under my touch.
His penis begs for my attention. I ignore it and softly lick his balls planting
small kisses along his inner thighs. When I notice the drops of pre-come on his cock, I flick my tongue gently along the sides
of it and within seconds he erupts onto the palm of my hand.