Chapter 8. Erin
I woke up once again with a raging hard-on. I was hung over but still reached over to fondle Stephanie's breasts, hoping for an encore of last night's festivities. She groaned and pushed my hand away.
"I'm sorry. I feel like shit and I need some more sleep," Stephanie mumbled. "I could also really some coffee. Do you mind going down in maybe half an hour and bringing me a cup? I could also use an Ibuprofen right now."
Our room was a mess, with clothes, shoes and wet towels everywhere. We had some cleaning up to do before we departed for home that afternoon.
I went into the bathroom, downed a pill myself and brought another one with a glass of water for my wife. It was another hot and humid day, and she'd kicked off the sheets in her sleep. Her new all-over tan looked amazing, and it was all I could do not to ignore her request for more sleep and make love to her once again.
"Here you go. I'm up now, so I'm going to go down to see if there are any creatures stirring. I'll bring you a coffee in a bit and see if there's any way at all for you to repay my kindness."
Stephanie smiled, sat up to take the pill, and collapsed once again on her pillow.
I threw on some shorts and a T-shirt and ventured out. As I passed the room where Erin had spent the night, I noticed the door was ajar. When I arrived in the kitchen, she was sitting by the island alone, staring at her phone. Her eyes were puffy and she looked unhappy. Whether she intended to or not, she still looked incredibly sexy, wearing a grey crop top that exposed a lot of underboob, and a pair of tight white shorts.
"Hey," I said. "Sorry to disturb. Anyone else up?"
She looked up and gave me a half-smile. "Not that I'm aware of. Of course I'm the only one here who wasn't fucking all night long. You guys were especially loud, and not that I had a stopwatch going or anything, but you lasted a hell of a lot longer than my dad and that other guy."
I blushed a bit. "I'm really sorry. It's been a long time since my wife was in that kind of mood, and I wasn't about to say no."
"You mentioned you'd been going through a bit of a dry spell when we saw each other last week."
After a brief pause, I said to Erin, "Look, obviously my wife doesn't know that I go to massage parlours. That would be disturbing enough for her on its own. But if she knew that the two of us had been naked together, well, I don't even want to think about how she'd respond."
"You don't have to worry about me saying anything," Erin responded. "If Mom and Dad knew I worked there, they'd kill me. So I guess we have something on each other."
"I'd like to think it's something to keep to ourselves, not to use it for any leverage. Our time together was mind-blowing for me. I'd almost given up the hobby but changed my mind when I saw your photo on the club's website. As I told you when we met, I'd been trying to book some time with you for weeks, and it finally worked out. I meant it when I said you were sexy, talented and smart, but knowing what we both know now, I'm not sure we should do that again."
"I'm not sure I'm going to stay at that job," Erin said. "It's one of the reasons my boyfriend broke up with me, and why I'm here. The funny thing is I can tell you that, but I can't tell my parents because they don't know I get naked with horny strangers and get them off."
"So did your boyfriend find out and dump you?," I asked.
"Sort of. My boyfriend was actually my sugar daddy. I've been sugaring ever since I was in university. I've always been into older guys, and they take good care of me, letting me live in a fancy condo, buy lots of nice clothes and go out a lot. I couldn't afford any of that with the boring office job I used to have."
"I had four or five sugar daddies before Bill," she continued. "I always knew that these relationships wouldn't last. After a while, they'd find someone younger and hotter, and I'd be thrown on the scrap heap. But I was careful to put some money aside to carry me over during the dry spells, and quite frankly, it never took me more than a month or two to find someone else who would shower me with money and gifts in return for fucking them once or twice a week."
"I know I'm going to sound like an old man here, and after all, I am old enough to be your father. So why do you want to be with these guys and not — stop laughing — someone your own age?"
Erin sat up a bit, showing a bit more of her boobs. I might have caught a glimpse at one of her amazing nipples that I'd recently had the pleasure of playing with.
"I've always been into older guys. I lost my virginity when I was 15. It was one of Dad's best friends and his right-hand man at work. I was young and stupid and thought he was going to leave his wife and marry me, at least when I turned 18. We'd do it every time he was over at the house, or when we went to his place. He had a big pool in the backyard, along with a pool house where we'd sneak away and screw while everyone else was drunk and having a good time. My parents must have wondered why I was always so keen to party with their friends."
"Eventually, I realized that I was just his side chick. I could have destroyed his marriage and career by telling my dad about him. But I was more worried about what that would do to my dad. So I called it off, and started dating guys my own age."
"They all seemed so young and immature. The minute we were alone, they'd be groping my tits, tearing off my clothes and trying to stick their dicks in me. It's nice to be wanted, but a little bit of foreplay wouldn't hurt. I bet half of them couldn't even know my name when they tried to fuck me."
"Like I said, when I got to university, I heard about this Sugar Daddies website. The first guy I hooked up with was a real gentleman and took really good care of me. My friends at school figured I must have really rich parents, which is true, but what they didn't know is that the reason I was always flush with cash is that I had a sugar daddy paying all my bills."
"After what happened with my dad's friend, I was careful not to get too attached to any of them. Until Bill came along. We'd been together for more than two years, and he kept telling me that he would get a divorce as soon as his youngest son left for university. Apparently his wife hadn't let him fuck her for years, so I believed him. The fact that he wanted to fuck me four or five times a week, which is more than the other guys ever demanded, seemed like proof that this was different, and he wanted me for the long term."
"I was less careful about saving for a rainy day," she continued. "I went on an expensive cruise with a few friends last spring and bought a new car. His son moved out a couple of months ago, and I expected he'd move in with me. But nothing happened, and all of a sudden, it was only once or twice week that he'd come over. The money kept flowing in, though, so the only difference is that I had more free time."
"So that's when you started working at Club Exotica?" I asked.