He walked hesitantly towards the door, reminding himself that he needed this tonight. Today's episode kept running through his mind. His long term affair with his secretary of ten years had ended. Her husband had gotten a promotion but they had to move across the country for his new position. So Ms. Proctor turned in her resignation and told him that she was pregnant and that he could be the father. She thought she would be comforting him by saying that she asked nothing of him and that jack would raise him.
Denise was happily married but she had been restless for a while and her boss, Mr. Humperdink, had what it took to calm her. Her husband never suspected a thing or never let it show if he did. They were their own kind of perfection.
Eugene Humperdink finally reached the entrance of the cat house, shaking he closed his eyes and a calming breath before entering.
"Hey Mack, you coming in or what?" a gruff voice asked, startling Eugene.
"Um-um-um," Eugene cleared his throat. "I'm coming in."
The bouncer opened the door and held out his hand for the cover charge, "Five dollars."
"For what?"
"For what? Whaddya mean, for the cover that's what. Five dollars pay it or get out of here before I bash your face in."
Eugene quickly gave the man the money and proceeded to the booth at the end of the hall. Straightening his bow tie and glasses he came up close to the round circle cut out of Plexiglas window, "Good evening." His voice was weak with fear.
"Whatcha want?"
Trying to pretend to be cool he slouched a little gave a half smirk and asked, "Whatcha got?"
"Listen bub I ain't got time for games. Tell me what you want or get out."
Eugene's meekness returned to him and he shyly stated, "I don't know what I want. I've never been to a place like this before."
The old wrinkly bitter woman on the other side of the glass chuckled a bit, the cigarette in her mouth bobbed. The raspy voice of a longtime smoker filled her lungs as she spoke, "A newbie huh? Ok, newbie here' how the game's played. I'm gonna give you a list of girls that are available and pick one."
"I'm just picking a name?"
"Look we're working on the system, ok? Right now all you got is a name and a picture. Better for you Newbie?"
"Well, I guess."
"Rates vary per girl; they have their own menu of goodies with their own prices. Here, this is the list of girls currently available." She handed over the print out of beautiful working girls. The poses were mostly nudes focusing on their best feature, and all had hypnotizing smoldering gazes.
After looking over them all intensely Eugene picked one, "I'll take her." He handed back the list. "She's pretty." Eugene blushed a little; he hadn't been this expressive since the last night he and Denise made love. He had told her he loved her and she had cried, leaving immediately.
"Nice choice, Constance will be gentle with you, I'll buzz her."
Eugene took a deep breath.
He listened to the woman's conversation with, whom he guessed was Constance, on the other end of the phone.
"Hey hun. . . Yeah, he's a newbie. . . yeah, real timid," she laughed after a short pause. "You running that kind of game tonight. . . I don't know if he'll go for that. . . Yeah, could be right about that."
Eugene's shoulders slumped lower as well as his self-esteem.
"Hey buddy," the receptionist beckoned. "You got a second choice?"
Eugene's broken heart bled as tears threatened to flow but he cleared his throat, "No, if she doesn't want me I'll just go home."
"Ain't that buddy, we just don't think you'll like her theme for tonight or the game she's running."
"If I don't like it I'll pay her what I owe her and then I'll go home."
"Ok buddy, it's your dime," she responded and relayed the message to the person on the phone. "Ok, she'll be down in a minute."
"Ok."
"Are you Catholic?"
"Do what?"
"Hi there, I'm Constance," the brunette said as she descended the stairs. Long shiny hair, exotic tan features and miles of legs. She wore a black silk robe, fire engine red lipstick and the color of her eye shadow was a dark but bright blue color setting off her matching eyes.
Eugene could do nothing but stare; he looked from the perfectly sculpted eyebrows down to the luscious mouth, full and firm breasts, thick but not fat core, blooming pelvis, olive colored legs, and the blue toenails that peeked out of the black furry stiletto heels.
"Wow."
Constance laughed; walking up to him she slipped an arm around his, "What's your name hun?"
"It's- it's Eugene, Eugene Humperdink," he swallowed hard.
"Ok Eugene, well when we get upstairs to my room, we'll talk about what you're looking for, prices, and work from there, ok?"
"Ok."
Constance led Eugene back up the stairs to her private room. She shot a look over her shoulder to the woman at the booth and mouthed 'Eugene Humperdink' which made both women chuckle. The booth lady shook her head.
Once in the room Constance sat Eugene down on her bed and brought over the vanity chair directly in front of him but before she sat down herself she made sure he was comfortable, "You thirsty Eugene? I have a beer if you want one."
"Oh no thank you ma'am, but if you have water I'll take some."
"Sure sweetie," Constance made her way to the little fridge in the room. "So tell me something about yourself Eugene?"
"What would you like to know? Because honestly, there's not much to tell."
"Oh I'm sure there is," Constance replied.
"Oh no the most outrageous thing I've ever done was sleep with my secretary who's happily married. She resigned today; her husband got a promotion that requires them to move cross country. She's pregnant and it might be mine but I'll never know. I loved her."
Constance sat back in her chair, stunned, "If that was the most outrageous thing I'd hate to hear your other stories."
"No that's it. I was a nerd in high school, a nerd in college. I kept to myself, no real friends, good relationship with my parents and my family. I'm an only child and I didn't lose my virginity until after I started my own businesses to Denise, my secretary."
"Wow."
"What?" Eugene asked. He didn't realize he had zone out while talking.
"How long had your affair with Denise lasted before she decided to end it?"
"Ten years. She told me after we'd made love for the first time that I was the best she'd ever had and that I was a quick learner."
"Mmhmm," Constance listened closely to gain information needed to fulfill his pleasure.
"I feel like I'm talking to a shrink."
"Good I'll charge you double."
Eugene made a nervous laugh then looked down into his lap.
"I was just kidding, the shrink session is free," Constance tried to rectify. "Eugene, sweetie, relax, because I'm here for you and your pleasure. We dn't do anything you're not comfortable with. Ok? So why don't we talk about what you want out of this and I'll name my price."
Eugene replied with a shrug of the shoulders, "Okay."
Satisfied with the answer Constance began to pry into this man's mind, "All right handsome, what are you into?"
"Well," Eugene cleared his throat. "Denise and I weren't very exploratory, boring really, when compared to others."
"Explain it to me further."
"You know, the usual positions, we'd alter though, one or the other on top."
"Missionary."
"I guess."
"Okay, did you two participate in any oral sex? Blowjobs, hand jobs, lick her pussy, finger fuck her, anything like that?"
"Yes. It's like you can enjoy the pleasure entirely without distraction and I greatly enjoyed watching Denise while I pleasured her."
"Okay, all right," Constance listened intensely. "What about sixty-nine's and titty fucking? Ever did that?"
"No. Never thought about that."
"Would you be willing to?"
