Delores sat on her office couch, stroking her pussy, red fingernails languidly slipping through the blond fur. Her full red lips bent in a frown, and said, "I'm not putting that in my mouth after it's been in your pants all day."
"Suit yourself." Dirk popped the wintergreen mint into his own mouth. "My pants are clean."
He pointed at her lap, "Cleaner than your pussy."
Her Persian cat, Clitty, purred loudly with satisfaction.
"My cat doesn't go in my mouth, and I wash my hands."
Changing the subject, he asked, "So Delores, how's business?"
Delores used to make a fortune, providing transvestites to married men, until she went straight. Now she just ran an escort service with women.
"Not so good. The economy is killing me. Men just don't want to pay for women anymore. I may have to go back to the closet crowd."
"Can't blame them. Money's scarce. Women aren't."
Changing the subject, again, Delores said, "Your Dick is getting big."
Rubbing his head appreciatively, Dirk said, "Saint Bernard's grow fast. He's only six months old."
Dick was a replacement for his dog, Gigolo, who died in a shootout with a wife-beater. Gigolo had been a good guard dog and a loyal friend, but stupid in the ways of firearms. Dirk was hoping his new Dick would offer the same level of protection, but it was too soon to tell. He was still trying to housebreak him.
Clitty, the kitty, eyed Dick with suspicion. Dick just wagged with unbridled enthusiasm, ready for action.
"What brings you here, Dirk?"
"Tell me about your new girl, Beatrice."
Delores smiled seductively, "Why... do you want a date?"
"You know I'm not into the skinny model type. That's why I like you, Delores."
A low, mischievous laugh escaped her sagging jowls, as she reached for a bowl filled with unwrapped Tootsie Rolls.
"I AM built for comfort, not speed."
As she popped the confection into her mouth, Dirk spotted a Clitty hair stuck to it. His stomach rumbled unpleasantly.
"Back to business. Where's Beatrice?"
"I don't know. She doesn't work here. Too uptight."
"Whaddya mean, too uptight?"
"Her first clients complained about her insensitivity. She had a threesome scheduled with a dwarf couple, but when he got naked she laughed out loud. Made him feel small. Bad business karma." Delores scratched Clitty under the chin, before asking, "Why do you want to find her?"
"Her husband wants her to come home."
"I didn't know she was married. A married hooker, now that's very unusual. What's the rest of the story?"
"That's confidential. Do you know where I can find her?"
"I have a phone number... somewhere." With great effort, Delores stretched forward to the coffee table and grabbed a little black book. Clitty refused to move from her soft thighs, and disappeared under pendulous breasts. The neck of the red Mumu bloused open, revealing watermelon-size tits.
"Nice flash," said Dirk, as he readied his cell phone.
Sitting back with a grunt, Delores offered, "Twenty bucks and I'll let you play with them."
"Not today. I've got work to do."
"I hate focused men," said Delores, paging through the book. "Here it is."
Dirk entered the number into his contacts list as she read. "Thanks Delores, have a nice day" he said, heading for the door. "Don't rub all the fur off your Clitty."
"Have a good day, Dirk. Don't play with your Dick all day."
The elevator was broken, so Dirk and Dick took the stairs. They surprised a couple involved in a coffee break quickie on the first floor landing.
"Cute dog," said the pretty redhead, as her playmate turned away and zipped up. "What's his name?"
"Big Dick," Dirk said in passing.
Dick sniffed something interesting, and Dirk had to yank him away from her legs.
The pretty redhead laughed, and turned to her lover, "Wow, look Stanley, another big dick."
Dirk didn't tarry. He was out on the sidewalk before Stanley could answer.
"What're we going to do now, Dick? Do you think she'll answer her phone?"
Dick wagged his affirmative, so Dirk dialed Beatrice, but got her voicemail.
"Hi Beatrice, my name is Dirk. Delores gave me your number. I was wondering if you'd be available for a matinee this afternoon." He left is cell number.
Dirk only walked a block, before his phone vibrated in his pocket. He whipped it out, and answered, "Hello."
"Hi Dirk... this is Beatrice."
Her voice trembled when she spoke, but it had a husky tone that touched Dirk's crotch like a peacock feather.
"Beatrice, I'm in town until this evening. I was wondering if you'd keep me company until I catch my flight."
After a slight hesitation, Beatrice said, "Sure, Honey. Where are you staying?"
