The final chapter in Paul's, and now Vanessa's tale. They find a very nice way of life after a time and have a few sexy escapades along the way. They should be very happy, as most of my couples are.
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Monday both Vanessa and I made appointments with our respective employers, Stacy and Diana, for late in the afternoon. We agreed to meet afterwards for dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant, where the sushi was absolutely delicious, with some very interesting rolls.
We shared a car, which dropped me off first on East 66th Street. I stayed for a moment and kissed Vanessa before saying "Good luck, Sweetheart. I know there won't be any problems, but I'm sure they'll both try to convince us to keep working until August, like we told them. Try to keep firm. I know you can; you're so strong. And I love you."
She kissed me once more. "Don't worry about me, Baby. You're the one that's really in demand. And, if you're not sure, tell Diana you need a day to think about it. But I have faith in you." I got out and the car kept going, taking her to East 23rd Street, where Stacy's office was. I took a deep breath and went into the building.
I said hello to Diana's current assistant, a sweet twentysomething named Michelle, and I went right into Diana's office.
After kissing cheeks, Diana had coffee brought in, and I got right to the reason for my visit. "Diana, I mostly enjoy working for you. It's been an interesting four years. And I know I told you I'd keep on working for you until August, but I'm going to have to break that agreement and quit right away. I'm done. I can't do this anymore."
She looked shocked, and spilled a little coffee into the saucer that came with the cup. "Paul, you can't do this to me! That's almost four months you're giving up! You promised me!"
"I know, and I hate disappointing you. But Vanessa was beaten the other night, by
a fairly regular client, no less, who got pissed when she wouldn't screw his friend along with him. She's got a black eye and a swollen cheek, and she just can't do her job any longer. And I'm tired too. That crap I had to deal with a few weeks ago soured me already, but I was willing to stick with it to help you out. But this has changed things. We're both giving it up and we're going to take some time and figure something else out. I promised Vanessa. It's time."
"Paul, I'm very sorry Vanessa got hurt. I feel terrible about that. He didn't rape her as well as hit her?"
"No, thank goodness. She told him she'd call the police and take her chances if he didn't let her leave. But she's badly shaken. It could have been worse, but it was bad enough."
"Please tell her I send my best. But what am I going to tell your clients? What about Samantha? Or Catherine (the woman who still had her fantasy of fucking her son)? What about Anita? She especially will be upset, and she's been incredibly generous with you over the years. You're really doing them a disservice, and you're screwing me as well. Paul, you're my best earner. Never a complaint about you, and the only time you had any trouble was three weeks ago. Please, just keep seeing Anita on Fridays, and Catherine and Samantha when they request you, just until August. You gave me your word." She really knew how to press my buttons and make me feel guilty.
"Diana, I can't. I promised Vanessa. I'm going to marry her, probably sooner than we were thinking. I'll call my regulars and explain things. Anita already knows I'm getting married, and that I was going to quit in August. So maybe she'll be more understanding than you think. And Samantha and Catherine, and Joelle (another semi-regular) should be no problem. I'll smooth things over with them. Anita is the only one who might not want someone else."
"Great, she's my best customer" she said glumly. "If Anita says she doesn't want anyone else, will you at least think about keeping up with her? She's good for at least six thousand a week to you, and another two to me. Talk to Vanessa first before you say no. Maybe she'll be understanding."
I sighed and I agreed to check with Vanessa regarding Anita. But I figured I was finished regarding the others. I did call them during the week, Samantha took it kind of hard (she was planning to arrange for Vanessa and me to come see her again in a couple of weeks when her husband would be out of town), but Catherine and the others were understanding and wished me well, and they agreed to let Diana find other younger men for them. She really had a lucrative business, and I was responsible for a good part of it.
I left feeling kind of guilty, but my allegiance was to Vanessa. I was late meeting her at the restaurant by about twenty minutes, but she was in a pretty good mood, even with having to wear big sunglasses to cover her black eye.
After we kissed, we were seated and I said "So, it looks like your meeting with Stacy went well. What did she say when you told her about Andrew (the client who hit her twice)?"
"She said she'd deal with him. No details. I don't think I want to know, especially if she sends someone to rough him up. I'm not comfortable with violence, even though I'm really pissed off at that asshole. So I'll settle for not knowing what she's going to have done him, if anything." I loved her for her basic decency. She was kinder about this than I would have been. There was a part of me that wouldn't have minded being part of Stacy's revenge plan. She had to make sure the men knew there would be a price to pay for hurting her girls.
"And what happened when you told her you were quitting?"
