My boyfriend James and I are in our mid-30's and I love our lifestyle which includes lots of fun, parties, romantic dinners, vacations...ooh & SEX!
We love to go to concerts and drink expensive wine. Some of our friends who have kids tell us how much they envy our freedom. When we pull into their driveway in our little red sports car and park next to their mini-van I think it speaks for itself. I love to dress in sexy clothes and high heels, strutting along beside my man. Our sex life is grrreat. The first few years we dated there was Sex, SEX..& more SEX. Sex in the car, sex on the beach, sex in the shower. We weren't into anything too kinky, we weren't swingers and our dirty little fantasies were sometimes a little HOTTER than either of us were expecting but we could tell each other anything. We didn't cheat and didn't keep secrets from each other. We didn't have to.
James worked for a marketing company and he'd been promoted recently. He was so excited and although I was happy for him the added responsibility along with the frequent travelling kept him away most weekends. I worked at a pub a few nights a week. It was great money and I enjoyed the atmosphere. It kept me in great shape and I enjoyed chatting and socializing with the customers. I got 'hit on' often and I would always smile politely and say 'thank you'. No flirting, no giggling like some of the girls did. They just ended up looking stupid and slutty. I prefered to toss my long hair over my shoulder, give a sly smile and....strut away. James trusted me and I was a good girl and hadn't ever considered being unfaithful.
One particular weekend I was enjoying a glass of wine after work since James was away AGAIN. I wondered what I should do...movie? Nah, it wasn't as much fun watching it alone. Dinner? Uh Uh. I could go and visit some friends but I had grown tired of being the 3rd wheel or 5th wheel...whatever. Our friends were great but I missed James and decided to go home and order some pizza. I suddenly heard an 'ahem' and looked to see Rudy standing there. Rudy was a wealthy, older gentleman who often came in for a scotch...single malt of course and I enjoyed talking to him since he always had a story. He seemed to live a colorful life and the fact that he had his own plane made me wonder what exactly he did for a living.
Rudy sat down beside me and politely took my hand, raising it to his mouth to kiss it. He was a true gentleman and although his thick white hair and heavily lined face was that of an old man, he was a sexy old man. Rudy was always impeccably dressed and tonight was no exception. I commented on his suit and complimented the fact that he always looked sharp. He thanked me and said that he would treasure such a compliment coming from someone so beautiful. Rudy was a flirt and since he'd never been anything less than polite I smiled before joking that he should stop wasting his time. He nodded slowly reminding both of us that I had a boyfriend...'man' he called it. I agreed that 'yes, I have a man' but told him how I'd been living a solitary existence lately and lamented about how I'd missed going out for dinners and concerts. Rudy listened patiently and sipped his wine slowly, his large gold watch clanking on the bar each time he lowered his wrist.
He suggested that I join a club, or take up a hobby so that I wouldn't be lonely. I smiled and agreed before explaining that I'd become a bit of a homebody and a hobby would be a good solution. He smiled before asking me what sort of hobby I might be interested in. His blue eyes twinkled and his tanned skin made them stand out even more. I shook my finger admonishing him for his suggestive tone, joking of course. I stood up and excused myself since it was getting late and I could hear my stomach growling. Pizza, I thought to myself.
I waved goodbye to everyone and as Rudy walked me to my car I hoped he was being a gentleman and not a dirty old man. He offered to take me to dinner and again I shook my finger telling him I was going home..alone. He explained that he wasn't interested in anything more than my company. I thought a moment and the image of my empty house and a greasy pizza flashed through my head. I decided to accept the offer and as we walked towards his luxury car I wondered again...what does he do?
Rudy suggested a place that was basically THE best place in the city. I'd been there with James once, on my birthday. I asked Rudy if they would let us in without a reservation and he smiled nodding silently. He pulled past the entrance and down the alley leading to the back of the building. I looked at him slightly alarmed but as he pulled around I saw that the back door was open. Rudy and I were escorted through a hallway and into a large, beautifully decorated room. A private room. I waited until we were seated and alone before I asked Rudy to explain. He folded his hands carefully and began to speak. He explained that it would be better for ME if we weren't seen together. I was confused and about to leave when he grasped my hand and asked me to sit so he could explain. I sat waiting and I WAS SHOCKED by what he told me.
It seemed that Rudy's business was The Oldest Profession around. He called it a 'relaxation spa' but I knew it as Eden. It was a classy 'whorehouse' and as notorious as it was busy. He asked me to keep it a secret since only a select few people knew. I was pleased that he'd confided in me and smiled thanking him for the dinner invitation. We enjoyed a few bottles of very expensive wine and our conversaton again drifted to James and the apparent lack of well..James. Rudy asked if I had ever considered a p/t job. I immediately thought of Eden and told him I'd never work for him. He replied that he wouldn't want me to and had only been inquiring since he was genuinely interested. I hadn't really thought much about it and told him I hadn't decided.
