"I'll spare you the details, but it's basically a Vietnam movie they made back in the 80's. In basic training, they all named their rifles. One of the guys named his rifle Charlene; I bet you can now guess where I received inspiration for the name of my Challenger."
She looked at Ryan, "So why did they all name their rifles?"
Ryan blushed, "Uhm, well, according to the movie..."
Trixie smiled at his awkwardness. She actually found it cute, especially when she saw a light shade of red surface on his face. Feeling a little sorry for him, she tried to bail him out anyway, "You know, you don't need to be embarrassed. As you well know, I am a big girl and have seen and heard all kinds of things."
Ryan laughed a little, "I know, I just..." He stammered trying to find the right words, "Let's just use the PG version and say it was the closest thing to a female they'd be seeing for a long, long time. The Gunny also told them they'd be married to the weapon and they'd better be faithful to it."
"I see," she smiled. She sat back and put both of her hands on her knees, taking in everything around her, "So are you married to Charlene? Are you the kind of guy who is faithful?" Trixie stared at him intently with her big blue eyes, somewhat flirtatiously but also trying to gage his reaction. Whether he knew it or not, it was a setup question.
Ryan returned her gaze with his own soft eyes, "Not exactly, and yes. I'd say Charlene isn't so much the love of my life but more of a fling. Nonetheless, I've always been faithful to whomever I was with." He laughed a little, "I may not be in the majority these days, but I still hold faithfulness extremely important."
Trixie couldn't seem to figure Ryan out. She'd been with a lot of guys before so she knew all the types. She took pride in the fact that she could get into the minds of most guys and figure out what made them tick. It served her well and was an excellent safety precaution which was extremely important in her line of work. Besides, the few psychology classes she took back in college she really enjoyed; unlike most people who brain-dumped what they learned in school, she not only retained but put into practical use.
She was intrigued with why he wanted her, let alone why he requested her from Madeline by name. At least that's how Madeline explained it; he didn't say he wanted just any of her girls, or any blonde, or any girl with a double-D rack. He requested Trixie specifically.
Ryan obviously wasn't what she referred to as The Scum. Those were the kind of guys that had no redeeming qualities, often lived in filth, treated women like shit, and had basically given up on life. She'd never allow herself, nor would Madeline allow anyone in her agency to do business with anyone like that; she pitied any woman that would. There was a difference between a high-priced call girl and a street walker, after all.
Ryan also didn't seem to be The Player. The Player was a classic smooth talker who had one goal: getting into a girl's pants by saying whatever she wanted to hear. He was friendly enough, like one, but unlike a Player he seemed to be genuine. She hadn't been seduced by a Player in years (well before she was hired by Madeline) and was confident it would take a lot for one to trick her. A Player could be sniffed out by the way they'd look at you when they thought you wouldn't notice. For example, when she first walked in the house she immediately found a mirror on the far wall in which she could observe Ryan. His eyes initially looked at her ass when she walked to the couch, but he immediately looked back up. That showed he was male, but still had at least a little respect for her. A Player was definitely someone who would name their car, but her instincts told her Ryan didn't fit the definition.
Upon entering the house earlier she noted it was decorated very nicely, almost as if a woman had done it. There were no pictures in the house, though. His ring finger did look like it may have had a tan line, but she couldn't be sure. This made her wonder if he was one of The Married. These are the guys that clean up nicely, say the right things to the escorts, and seem too good to be true; because they were.
They were the married men looking to break free from the 'ball and chain' and have a little fun on the side. Maybe the wife was stuffy, or maybe a divorce was too high of a price for the guy. It didn't matter and Trixie didn't care. Besides, when she asked Ryan about his faithfulness to his Challenger, it was a subtle metaphor on her part asking if he could be faithful to a woman. Ryan didn't blink or hesitate for a single second when he said he'd always been faithful to whomever he was with. He was very convincing.
Maybe he was simply one of The Rich. These were the kind of guys that had no self control or discipline and bought whatever they felt like. Still, the house he lived in wasn't overly expensive; Trixie believed it was a nice moderate home, but not a multi-million dollar home. He did have a fairly expensive car for the average guy, but she'd seen more expensive. She'd
owned
more expensive.
Even as she tried to quietly analyze him, she continued talking with him about anything and everything. At least an hour of back and forth conversation between the two had gone by.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't offer you anything to drink," Ryan said standing up, embarrassed. "I'm a rotten host. I guess I got caught up in the conversation. What can I get you? Red wine? Beer? Water? Soda?"
"Red wine would be fine," she smiled. "I admit I lost track of the time, too. Normally when I meet a client for the first time we go into the specifics of the business contract right away, but obviously we had too much fun talking about other things. I believe now is a good of a time as any."
"Sounds good Trixie." He brought her out a wine glass, "So Madeline said $2,000 a day since I'll be requesting your company for a ten day period. Starting tomorrow morning at nine, through the following Tuesday at midnight. Then you'll turn into a pumpkin."
She smiled at his Cinderella reference even though they both knew it was incredibly corny. Her smile was even genuine.
He shrugged and smiled, "She warned me her business runs a tight schedule, and one minute past was unacceptable.
"Monday morning we'll be leaving for Hawaii. I have some business I need to take care of on Oahu which will give you plenty of time to yourself. We'll be there until Saturday morning when we fly back here. Of course I'll be paying for your plane ticket and meals. I know Madeline and I didn't discuss it, but I'll even be willing to give you $200 a day extra while we're in Hawaii for shopping, clothing, spa, or whatever you'd like to spend it on."
Inwardly her eyes lit up, but she didn't show it on the outside. She knew about Hawaii, but she wasn't expecting the extra spending money.
Ryan straightened up his posture, even though it came across as an awkward stance, "And of course, you'll have to be available for me... sexually. When I ask. Is all of this acceptable to you?"
She could tell that despite his best efforts to be calm and in control, he was extremely nervous as he ineptly pieced together the pieces of his chosen words. He even had a look on his face -- fear of rejection. Trixie found it charming.
Oh yea, he's a first timer alright,
she thought, smiling inwardly.
With a neutral face, Trixie told him, "All of that is acceptable. However, I would like to remind you of what you already discussed with Madeline. I will be available to you, but I will not do anything overly kinky. I will do intercourse and/or oral. If you want me to wear something specific just let me know, preferably before we leave for Hawaii. I do have a wide variety of outfits. Roleplay may or may not be acceptable, depending on the type; I will ultimately decide but would encourage you to not hesitate to ask.
Trixie smiled and said, "After all, this is your fantasy and as long as you're willing to play nice I believe it will be a trip you never forget."
Ryan returned her smile and offered his hand to her, I'm sure it will be. That all sounds wonderful. I can live with that, and can hardly wait for tomorrow." He pulled out five hundred dollars and a piece of paper, "Here is a list of things I'd like for you to pack up for the trip, if you don't mind. Whatever you don't spend, please feel free to keep."
She looked at the list, realizing that she already had most things he wrote down, such as certain types of dresses and shoes, or specific colors of lingerie. Ryan walked Trixie to the door.
As she walked out the door, she leaned in to kiss him on his cheek, "I can't wait for tomorrow, Ryan. I'll see you then, tiger."
He looked like he was in seventh heaven. She planned on leaving him in the dust, but as she started to turn around to leave, she caught on to a strange look in his eye. She had to do a double-take. The way he stared at her... she'd never seen anyone look at her like that. A look of amazing passion and adoration, but at the same time it was almost a far off look. It made her heart skip a beat. She awkwardly walked away, sliding into her Mustang before driving off.
