"Luke wants to fuck me."
Another Saturday, another visit from Jess on the way to the shops. So good having her pop in to see him.
"Course he does. Natural for him and I bet you do too. Don't forget the condom."
"Of course I do, and would like to do it with you too but I'm not forgoing my five hundred pounds."
"You are from me. I can't justify - especially as I'll have to wear a condom too and I don't much like them."
"What about when you were married."
He did not like being reminded. "She was on the Pill."
Jim had never taken a girl's virginity. The whole idea had a certain excitement to it. The idea of being first but not for five hundred pounds - no way!
It was not something he had meant to mention to anyone. Despite Jess asking him, more than once, if he had any friends he could 'recommend' her services to, he had had no intention of suggesting anyone. He had very much a soft spot from the girl. To say he felt a parental responsibility would have been rather overdoing it, particularly with what he had paid her to do but certainly he felt in the role of an honorary uncle. He did not want Jess to be hurt in any way or in any serious fashion to go 'on the game.' A little selfish in keeping Jess to himself? Well, maybe that as well.
It was when sitting in a pub talking to his old school friend, Charlie Sands, that it had sort of come out. Charlie like him was a divorcee. It seemed to have happened to quite a few of his friends. Rather more than perhaps might have been expected. Charlie had been asking whether he had been 'going out' and he had said no and found it was the same for Charlie. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy," Charlie had said. "Of course, I shouldn't be looking at the secretaries but more someone of my own age."
Jim had nodded thinking of just how young Jess was.
"One misses... I mean..." Charlie went on bemoaning the lack of sex. "How long since you've..."
It was perhaps the look on his face that gave the game away. The reality was Jess had blown him that very afternoon. Charlie had picked up on the expression and had not let it alone. Eventually Jim had revealed all about Jess and him.
Charlie had pressed him, bought another round of drinks, and looked increasingly excited.
"Five hundred pounds wouldn't bother me, Jim. I don't boast, but my business has done rather well. Might even be able to slip it through the books as expenses and save on the tax. That'd knock a lot off the price." A pause, "But even so five hundred pounds for..."
Jim rather doubted Jess' receipt would quite pass the eagle eye of his accountant or the Revenue!
Charlie, though, was not a bad looking bloke. A little large maybe and he was not sure Jess would take to his big bushy beard but he had money and Jim knew him well enough to recommend him to Jess. It was not what he had intended but one other bloke using Jess' services would not matter - not really. And Jess did want that five hundred pounds.
"I'll speak to her."
"Would you? Please. It'd be... eighteen you say?"
"She's eighteen. You'll need the Durex, she's not on the Pill."
"I've had the Snip, Jim, just before the divorce. I think she got me to do it on purpose. Maybe that's unfair but... I don't know. Took a lot of my money and also left me infertile. Hey, ho. You live and learn. So I can do the deed with my todger naked and unadorned by latex. Yeah, Jim - the idea! Another pint?"
Jess was enthusiastic - really enthusiastic. "No negotiation? He just accepted my price?"
Jim smiled, "Seemed to. I'd hold him to it."
"I'd better give you your commission."
"Oh, oh, I hadn't thought of it like that but well, I suppose..."
She was already undoing the buttons to her blouse. "What would you like Jim? Anything but a fuck."
Jim was not sure really about Jess 'branching out.' It was not mere selfishness on his part - keeping her to himself - but he did not, really, like the way Jess was selling herself. He liked the girl too much, did not want her really to go 'on the game.' He did not see himself really counting, as a client. Perhaps this was rather delusional but giving her some pocket money and, well, in return she dong a few 'things' did not seem quite the same when it was one man - and a man he knew to be 'safe,' at that, being himself. If she stopped at Charlie then, well, perhaps that was OK. He did not want her, though, seeing it all as 'easy money,' an easy way to a new 'phone and clothes and... It could get out of hand.
He wondered what Luke would think if he knew.
A concerned Jim spoke again to his old school friend: "You'll make it nice for her, Charlie, her first time and all. Be gentle." Jim had been worried but, in the event, he conceded, after the event, that Charlie had done it well. Jim had wanted to make it right for Jess and Charlie had delivered. Jess had been clearly excited when he had driven her to his friend's house. It was a very much finer house than his own. A real executive house. Jess' parents were away again, blissfully ignorant of what their little girl was up to.
Charlie had dressed smartly and it was wonderfully incongruous the way he took and shook her hand at the doorstep - shaking the hand of the girl he was about to fuck, moreover take her virginity and for payment.
A drink first and some pleasant chat.
"Would you like to see the bedroom?"
He had made it nice for Jess with candles and so on. All very tidy and candlelit, the sheets folded back and even a rose on the pillow. It was something special for a young girl's special day. How many girls lose their virginity to the wrong boy in a rather hurried and not too successful tumble in an unkempt bedroom? It was not going to be like that for Jess.
"Oh," she said, "oh, it's so lovely."
The door had closed behind Charlie and Jess leaving Jim on the other side. He walked back to Charlie's lounge and sat. Rather difficult just sitting there and knowing in the next room his young friend was probably already being undressed by his old school friend and... he hoped it would be fine for Jess. He was sure it would be for Charlie. He turned on the television.
It was sometime later, two whole programme's later, that Jim heard a noise and turned from the television. There in the doorway was his Jess, a silk wrap around her and her hair all tousled.
