Intro: The exploits of a man whose given name fit him perfectly, Randy, and he certainly was that. He was a high-school history teacher and coach until he hit the lottery and retired early at 52. While he was not averse to returning flirtatious quips from the girls in his classes, he did avoid giving in to the urge, telling the more enticing of them to, "come see me after you graduate." Some did, but these stories deal with his life after hitting it big and building two houses; one along a river bluff 45 miles inland from the Atlantic Ocean and another on a secluded portion of the Northern Outer Banks, both equipped with playrooms. And he still had over a hundred million to spare. All characters are 18+ years of age. All stories can stand alone, but reading the series gives added insights and descriptions as it unfolds.
Synopsis: Return engagement for Call Girl
September, 2018 -- OBX house
Sam was retired military, but spent his retirement as the regular bartender of a pizza place in Corolla on the North Carolina Outer Banks. It so happened to be Randy's favorite casual hang-out.
The elderly gentleman was wiping down the bar on the Friday night of Labor Day weekend when a twenty-seven-year-old woman walked in. She had been there before, but it had been a few years earlier. Even so, Sam remembered her face, if not her name.
"Hello and welcome back," he greeted her and fumbled with the bar towel in his hands.
"Good to be back, I hope," she replied as she searched the dining area, particularly the corner table to her right near the kitchen.
She was dressed to the nines in a black chiffon dress that came to mid-thigh and showed off her modest cleavage. Black cowboy boots with turquoise designs on them and turquoise & silver earrings that dangled from her earlobes completed her ensemble. She placed a black clutch purse on the bar and requested a dirty martini. Finding a stool at the far corner of the bar, she sat so that she could look across it at the corner table.
Sam observed her as he prepared the drink. She was extremely fit, brunette hair that was barely browner than auburn. It was curly and came to her shoulders. Sam was over 75, but that didn't mean he could not appreciate a beautiful woman. This lady was just under five and a half feet tall and just over a hundred pounds in his estimation. She was trim and toned, low-drag and high speed. 'And probably high maintenance,' Sam thought to himself.
When she was here before he had overheard a phone conversation and knew that she was a call girl from New York City and a high priced one at that. Sam also knew that she had hooked up in the restaurant and spent the weekend with a regular patron. Sam still didn't know her name, but he did know she liked anal sex. Even boys sometimes talk ... or brag.
He brought her the drink and she asked, "Has he been in this week?"
There was no need to ask who she meant; Sam knew. "He was here last night for supper."
"Is he coming tonight?" she inquired as she ate one of the olives.
"I don't know," the elder man replied, "sometimes he comes in on back-to-back nights, sometimes he don't. Would you like me to call him?"
"Would you?" She clasped his hand on the bar, the warmth of it exciting the old man further. "That would be great. I lost my phone a year ago and lost his number."
Sam hesitated, the warm feeling still there even after she had taken back her hand. He shook himself from his reverie, went back to the cash register and pulled out his flip phone. He found the number in his contacts and hit 'Dial.'
Randy was watching the weather channel on television when the phone rang. There was a storm brewing out in the Atlantic that might be headed his way and Ellie was supposed to come visit in a week. He wondered if it might infringe on their time together as he reached for his cell and checked the screen. Wondering why Sam was calling him on a Friday night, he answered on the third ring.
"Yea'ello?"
Without preamble, Sam blurted out, "I need you to come to the bar."
"Well hello Sam. Why would you need me to come to the bar?"
"Don't ask why, just come," Sam was insistent, "Come now."
"Is something wrong Sam?"
"No, nothing's wrong, just get in your damn truck and come down here, now," and the older man emphasized the last word as he turned to look at her, pointed at the phone and shook his head with a smile.
Randy replied, "I didn't realize y'all were that hard up for business Sam, that you had to call folks to come eat."
Sam turned away from her and whispered into the phone, "It's not that, young feller. I got a surprise for you, get your ass down here, NOW!"
Randy told him that he'll be there in fifteen minutes, his curiosity piqued as he grabbed his keys and headed out.
*
As he drove his mind wandered to his most recent conquest. The entire month of August Randy had spent at his River House, playing golf every day. Gabbie had found a way to come play with his cock for all but three of the days left in the month after their first week of debauchery. He had alternated between her ass and pussy, fucking one or the other exclusively each visit she made, but Gab always spent at least twenty minutes each visit with his cock down her throat. Sometimes he tied her up while he screwed her, but he didn't put her in any of the playroom devices again; choosing to save that for later if she kept coming back. Every time she arrived at his door, she was fresh as a daisy and smiling, taking his cock enthusiastically over and over just like an eighteen-year-old nymphomaniac would.
She had pouted when he told her he was headed to the Outer Banks for the entire month of September. Randy insisted that she needed to concentrate on the start of her senior year of high school and that he would be a distraction. What followed was a lecture on the importance of education and perseverance.
He let her know that he'd be back sometime in October and wanted to see her grades, but that under no circumstances was she to skip school and come to see him. She didn't like that, but made him a promise that she would concentrate on school and not come to the Outer Banks, and he let it ride with her promise.
*
The woman at the bar in the pizza joint was also lost in thought as she waited. Randy had told her the last time she saw him to always be wary of fossils like him, but her mind had occasionally drifted back to him in the last two years.
He saw her as soon as he entered, walked over, and sat next to her. He said hello to Sam, asking for a sweet tea, then turned to the young lady. Immediately he noticed that her face was more tight and drawn than he remembered. She must have really been on a health kick.
"Hello Anya."
The ice gray eyes sparkled as she smiled sheepishly at him, "Hello, I hope you like surprises."
"I love this kind of surprise," and Sam brought his tea. "Thanks Sam, and thanks for the drink too." The old man winked in reply.
"Can I get you another?" Sam asked Anya, patting the bar in front of her where her glass sat empty.
"Yes, please. Thank you." She turned to Randy, holding the empty toothpick from the olives in her teeth, her elbow propped on the bar.
"I watched your movie," she announced proudly.
"Excuse me?"
"Your movie. Hardbodies. I watched it." She paused and set the toothpick on the bar, staring at it, "It was cute."
Randy chuckled. Sam brought her second drink and Randy paused to let him depart before asking, "You just came down on the chance I'd be here?"
She took a sip and set the glass back down, removing the new set of olives and eating one seductively, "Pretty much. Kinda crazy, huh. I lost my phone, so I lost your number. This was the only option I had left."
"Oh, that's a bitch."
"Yeah, it is. I lost my entire contact list, clients too. Took me six months to even get it close to back to normal. Anyways," and she sat up straighter on the barstool, "I'm moving to Cali next week and I decided before I left to take a flyer. I probably won't be getting back to the East Coast for a while and ... well, I was hoping for one more go at the grand fossil," and she smiled coquettishly at him.
The first time they had met, Anya had tried to solicit Randy and when he told her he didn't pay for sex she had referred to his age by telling him that she didn't fuck fossils for free. That had led to the movie reference and to him drilling her at his house for the rest of the weekend ... for free.
"Finish your drink, I have some beef stew in a slow cooker at the house and there's enough for two."
Anya downed her martini in one gulp, pronounced herself ready, and got up. Sam came over and Randy threw a twenty on the bar, "That cover it?" he asked.
"Yep," and Sam reached for the bill.
Randy threw another twenty down, "Have a good night Sam. That's for being my pimp." Anya blushed and smiled as Sam picked up the bills. She mouthed "Thank you" to him as she grabbed up her purse and Randy ushered her out.
*
Having cut a small chuck roast into one-inch pieces, Randy had browned it in a frying pan before dumping it and it's juices into the crock pot, along with potatoes, carrots, onions, and celery that he'd also cut into pieces. He added no water, instead using beef broth and half a bottle of merlot.
Anya had sat in one of the captain's chairs at the kitchen island while Randy dipped her a bowl and served it with some French bread and red wine.
He joined her, but with water to drink and she complimented his cooking skills after a few bites.
"Thank you," Randy replied.
"You know, I'm kinda surprised you hadn't already called one of the ladies in your little black book for tonight. Lucky me I guess."
Randy put down the piece of bread in his hand and wiped his mouth on a paper towel. He took a swallow of water before responding.
"I don't have a little black book and I haven't called a woman to come over in at least fifteen years. Certainly not since I retired from teaching."
