This is the fifth chapter in a story about a hooker from Miami Beach who met and married a very special guy. He thought she was just a college student. Her secret fear, a fear that sometimes ruled her life, was that her husband would discover the dirty little secret in her past.
April fifteenth! It was over! Finally it was over. All of us had been busting our butts doing eighteen hour days and more. If you've never worked at an accounting firm you have no idea what we go through during the first three and a half months of each year. It's not our fault. Clients are always missing something and they are always late with their receipts and W2s and 1099s and all the rest.
But it was over now and every one of us breathed a big sigh of relief - the partners, especially - I was just a peon. There was still work for us peons to do – they called us "associates" but we were peons. We'd still be working, but now we could take a little time off.
Every year at this time our senior partner, Walter, led a bunch of partners to Las Vegas for an "accountants seminar." Seminar my ass! They're going out there to gamble and fuck whores! Prostitution was legal out there. And if there was one thing Walter knew more about than accounting it was hookers (that's how I met him).
This trip he was taking Gordon, my very special guy, and Jack, another partner that my friend Gloria had gotten herself engaged to. The day they left, Walter's wife, Susan, joined Gloria and me in the evening for cocktails on the patio by the pool at our condo complex. We were drinking Macallan-12.
"He's gonna get laid,' Susan said. "He always gets laid on these trips and Vegas is full of hookers."
"Jack's gonna get laid too," said Gloria. "I could tell by the look on his face when he left for the airport."
Then Gloria looked at me. "What about Gordon? Has he ever fucked a hooker?"
She had that "oh so clever" look on her face. Susan was not aware that Gloria and I had retired with lots of cash after short, but successful careers in the world's oldest profession. I think she suspected something when we taught her a lot of sex techniques, which worked so well on Walter, but I don't think she knew for sure.
I chuckled. "I think he's probably fucked a hooker. Most guys have. And yes I think Walter will lead him down the primrose path. They have a big suite with three bedrooms. I think Walter is planning some big parties – parties with girls."
Susan looked at her watch. "The sun's under the yardarm in Vegas. I imagine the party is about to begin, unless they are winning at Blackjack."
We had a couple more drinks and then went to bed. The next morning, Saturday, my phone rang early as I was trying to get some extra sleep. It was Gordon.
"You're up awful early," I said. "I thought you guys would have a party and sleep late."
"We did have a party - a big one. But I couldn't sleep late. I was thinking about you."
"That's sweet!" I said, hoping he really meant it.
"Well, not really. Sweetness has nothing to do with it. I missed you in bed," Gordon said.
I laughed. "That's a very nice compliment, but I figured Walter would arrange something to keep you occupied in bed."
"He did. He hired three hookers to come up to our suite and we had a big party. I took one of them to bed in my room."
My mind flashed a picture of Gordon fucking a hooker and I felt not the slightest jealousy. That's weird, I thought, remembering the sick jealousy I had felt last year when I thought Gordon was fucking his old girlfriend Margie.
I chuckled. "So you got laid?"
"I got laid. But, somehow it just wasn't up to your standards. That's why I'm calling. Why don't you get on a plane and come out here. I miss you."
Gordon had said nice things to me a lot of times, but this was over the top. He was on vacation in Vegas, fucking anything he wanted. I think he knew he could get away with it. And he wanted me! Jesus! How many broads get that lucky? My head started making out a packing list.
"I'll get packed and on my way this morning, baby. You don't have to ask me twice. What about Jack? You think he might want Gloria to come out with me?"
"He and I talked about it. Jack said his gal was good but not spectacular. Those were his exact words, 'Good but not spectacular.' So when I told him I was calling you, he said for me to have you invite Gloria as well."
"Alert the front desk that you're gonna have company. We'll see you soon."
I called Gloria and told her that Gordon wanted me to join him because the hooker he screwed was disappointing in bed.
She almost shouted. "You're the luckiest damn broad I ever met Geri. I have never heard of a man who prefers his wife to a really skillful hooker, although I must admit that you are a really skillful hooker."
"Well, Gloria, your guy Jack told Gordon that the gal he fucked was good but not spectacular."
There was a long pause, and then, Gloria asked, "Were those his exact words?"
"His exact words, 'Good but not spectacular,' was what he said."
"Oh my God! Jack always tells me that I am spectacular in bed- that's the word he always uses. Do you think he might want me to come out there? "
"I don't think, honey. I know. Jack asked Gordon to have me invite you. Do you want to come?"
"I'm headed to the closet to get my suitcase even as we speak."
We were routed through O'Hare and arrived in Vegas in late afternoon. We had a surprise for Walter. We had invited Susan to join us. We were not at all sure that we had done the right thing. We had no idea if it would be a pleasant surprise since she had never joined him on one of his "business" trips, but we thought "What the hell!" And Susan was very eager to join us.
At the front desk the clerk looked at his computer screen, checked my ID, and smiled.
"Not many wives are joining their husbands, but you are certainly welcome."
We went up to the suite. It had been cleaned but remnants of a big party remained, including a pair of bikini panties hanging on the head of Walter's bed.
All of us had brought our sexiest dresses and miniskirts with spike heels and by the time we had cleaned up and dressed we looked a lot like hookers – high-class hookers, of course, but hookers all the same. We had done it on purpose.
When we went down to the casino we got a lot of friendly looks from guys. Gloria and I were comfortable with the attention. In fact, we were having fun.
"Like old times, isn't it?" Gloria whispered to me. "Kinda feels good to have guys look at you that way again, especially since I got my own guy waiting for me – a guy who thinks I'm 'spectacular' and is looking forward to seeing me."
"Yeah," I said. "I know what you mean, but we better keep a close eye on Susan. She's never been in this situation before."
We walked around the casino for a while, checking out the tables, and fending off several guys. Susan got one genuine proposition, which gave her a really big thrill, and Gloria and I fielded several propositions easily. The offers give us an idea of what the rates were in Vegas – a little lower than Miami, probably because there was more competition here.
Finally we spotted our guys leaving a craps table shaking their heads as though they had not had a good roll. We waved and smiled and joined them. Gordon gave me a big warm kiss and said he was glad to see me.
Jack beamed when he saw Gloria. "Oh baby you can't know how glad I am to see you."
Walter's mouth dropped open, his face looked shocked, and his eyes went from Susan's tight blouse to her very short miniskirt and then to her spike heels. She was dressed to show off her fabulous figure. I think Walter was shocked at how sexy she looked.
"What the hell are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?" Walter said, nervously examining his wife's sexy outfit.
"Geri and Gloria invited me to come out with them. This is fun. You're not gonna believe this Walter, but a guy offered me $400 to come up to his room for an hour. Can you believe that? Four hundred dollars! He had his hand on my ass when he said it."
Walter's face turned bright red. I had seen his jealousy before. "Geri how the hell could you let something like that happen? Susan doesn't know how to take care of herself in a place like this."
"Don't worry Walter. I'm watching her. I'd never let her go up to some guy's room for $400. Susan's worth at least $600."
Walter exploded loud enough for people to look at us. "Don't joke about that Geri. This is all your idea. I know it is. Jesus! Now what?"
"We're all checked in to the suite. It's almost time for dinner and then we can start to party," I said.
Walter was nervous as hell but we had drinks and then dinner. He kept trying to make a phone call on his cell but didn't get an answer. Finally we went up to the suite. I had left the bikini panties hanging on the head of Walter's bed and he ran in there and put them in his pocket first thing.
"Looks like you had fun last night," Susan said laughing.
Walter kept dialing a number on his cell. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and our doorbell rang several times. I went over and opened the door and saw exactly what I expected. Three over-dressed, slightly over-weight hookers.
Walter raced up to them. "I tried to get you on the phone, but ... "
"Come on in girls," I said. "The party is about to begin. We're their wives and we decided to join them."
There was no way, of course, absolutely no way, that these gals were going to believe that story. I'm sure they figured that Walter had hired three more hookers to make a bigger party. Walter kept sputtering and trying to explain to Susan, who was laughing and getting a kick out of his embarrassment. I had told her to "Go with the flow," and she was doing exactly that.
Gloria turned on some music, jazz, and started to mix the drinks.
One of the gals, Shirley, cupped Walter's crotch in her hand and said, "I hope this thing performs tonight as well as it did last night."
Walter spun away from her, embarrassed, and looked at Susan, who was giggling.
"I'm sure it will honey," Susan said to Shirley. "It's never failed him yet."
I had seen and done a lot of crazy things in my life, but this was a first for me. Here was a gal – she called herself Rosie, a working name I'm sure – that my special guy had fucked the night before and I felt no jealousy at all – only amusement. She was a fake blonde with much bigger tits than mine, and full hips – the kind men like to grab in both hands when they fuck. She was laughing and rubbing her body against Gordon and occasionally reaching down and stroking his crotch.
I went over to them and started doing the same thing. Gordon did not have a hard on, but he was laughing and enjoying the attention. Gloria and the third gal were working on Jack the same way.
