It was early in the morning, just a few days after Helen's party, and a day or so after meeting Martha, when my phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, which meant it wasn't anyone that I'd talked with before as I always saved numbers and names for when I got another call.
It was Melissa, the "Lingerie and More" Party hostess from Helen's "hen party." She asked if I would mind coming over to her place so we could talk. Just hearing her on the phone immediately reminded me of my first impression of her from the day of the party, a gorgeous hottie. With my cock already rising, I at first assumed she was imdicating she wanted to hire me. When I asked what she had in mind, she said she had a job opportunity but assured me it wasn't quite what I was thinking. She said she wanted to talk business but said she'd explain when I came over. I didn't have anything until that evening, so I agreed to meet her. She gave me her address.
~
"You were quite good the other day. Not many men can do what you did." The compliment caught me by surprise. What man
wouldn't
dream of being the center of attention at a hen party, having his cock sucked by almost every woman there?
"What's that?" I asked, unsure about what I'd done that was so memorable.
"Have an erection just about the whole time, letting multiple women play with you and suck you and not cum? Most men don't last that long and can't stay hard that long."
"Thank you... I think?" I laughed. It was silent for a moment.
"Listen, Brent," she said, letting me know she was getting down to the purpose of this call. I talked a bit about you with Helen. I take it you are... providing services... to multiple women around town?"
This was unusual. I had expected that she might be inquiring about my services, but I hadn't expected her to be asking about, or letting me know that she knew about, other customers. It was something that Mary had recommended that I never do and, so far, I'd always managed to skirt the issue. Nobody else had specifically approached it like this. I was immediately a bit wary, what
exactly
did she want?
"I have a 'Tree, Yard, and Other Services' company..."
"Oh Fuck, Brent. Don't give me that. You and I both know the "Tree and Yard" is to make it look different, but let's be honest. My sexy parties are a sideline, they get me in the door for other things. I fuck men for money, you fuck women for money. Right?" I didn't say anything at her brashness, not really having contemplated that she sold sex as well as sex toys. Her tone softened when she spoke again. "I understand, believe me. I was in college myself, broke and hungry. A friend turned me on to escorting and I found I could make a lot more selling sex than I ever dreamed, and then when I graduated, I was offered "good jobs" that were a large cut in pay from what I was already making. I found that I could make more with my body than with my mind. I've got an MBA, but I've been an escort, a call girl, whatever you want to call it, for years. You're doing the same thing, right?"
"Why are you asking?" I cagily asked, neither admitting nor denying anything.
"I think we need to work together."
She let that sink in for a moment and then continued. "The lingerie and toy business are just the start; like I said, that's what gets advertised and gets us in the door. But I also have a lot of inquiries for all kinds of "parties" and most are just like the other day -- what they really want is a naked body to ogle and play with and most of the time, fuck. The men want a woman, and the women want a man. Sometimes both. When they want both, most of the time what they want is a sex show -- they want to see us fuck."
For the next 20 minutes, she gave me the third degree, all while selling herself and, I later realized, convincing me I should throw my lot in with her. She told me of getting requests to perform for bachelor and bachelorette parties, hen parties, stag parties, retirement parties, birthday parties, divorce parties -- more parties than I'd ever thought of, that might include some sexual activity. She told me about how much she charged, and how anything I participated in we would share, and that anything she threw my way, she took a small cut, but that she had no desire to cut into my business. We discussed sexual safety, the use of condoms, as well as the dangers of some sexual practices.
What she said made a lot of sense.
"So how many women have you made love to?" she asked after we'd gotten away from financial discussions. I interpreted her question originally as to how many women had I had sex with, but then remembered Mary clearly spelling out there was a difference.
"I've never
made love
with a woman," I stated, "but if you want to know how many I've had sex with -- that's a different question.
She nodded. "An important distinction. I'm glad you know it. Besides your first, what about the other women you've had sex with? Are any of them older?"
"They're
all
older."
"What was the oldest?"
"I think she's 62."
"So, you've got no problem with post-menopausal women? You know about lubes?"
I nodded. "Yeah, Mary taught me a lot about everything." I didn't even realize I'd said her name.
"What about anal? Have you done that?"
I nodded my head, "Once." I didn't mention that it had been just days before.
"You stay in the business, you will -- more. Many women really like it. You'd be surprised how many women, especially divorcees, want me to fuck them in the ass with a strap-on, or more likely, they want to do it to me. A lot of times that has something to do with their divorce: she wanted something, and he didn't, or he wanted something, and she didn't. What about condoms? Do you use them?"
"All the time, all except Mary. She said that if I ever had sex with someone else without a condom, we'd start using them too, but as long as I used condoms everywhere else, we didn't have to." She didn't say anything for a moment.
"Mary? She's your first? Is that the 62-year-old?"
"Oh, shit. I wasn't supposed to say her name. Well, both. She seduced me, bought me, and taught me everything."
"What about men? Have you ever given a blow job?"
I gulped. "I'm really not into men."
She nodded, somehow realizing that I'd hidden something in the answer. "But you
have
sucked a cock?" I shook my head no. She heard what I said but somehow knew that wasn't the whole story. "A man sucked yours, is that it?" I ended up telling her about what I thought was my somewhat threesome with Paul and Lindsey without using their names.
"Not unusual. A lot of men appear dominant in public with a submissive woman who is actually the dominant one behind closed doors, and the men like being submissive. If you keep up with them, eventually she's going to want you to suck his cock. Other women will too; something about seeing another man sucking
their
man that gives them a thrill. Have you ever tasted your cum?" I nodded. "Good. That's a start. Most cum tastes similar, but just like a woman you'll get used to sucking cocks when you're asked. What about anal? What if they want to fuck your ass?"
"I don't think so..." I said, shaking my head no, knowing what I really meant was
no way in hell
.
"Understood, I've never been a fan of it myself, but I will upon occasion. It's part of the job. There was barely a pause between topics. "Just the one threesome?" I nodded; she shook her head. "You'll have more, that's a really big fantasy there. A lot of men like the idea of sharing their lady with a third. I've been in... maybe a dozen threesomes? Almost always with a wife or significant other that wants to see their man fuck someone else, or they're bi and want to share him with a woman. I've been the third with two women but never with two men, at least not yet."
Neither of us said anything for a couple of moments. I don't know what she was thinking, I was digesting all the questions that she'd asked. I don't know exactly when I realized that the questions were more like a job interview than an inquiry into my business. "Ok," she said, obviously finished, "You'll do. Are you in?"
"What?" I had to reply, having been left behind in her quick shift. "In what?"
"In business," she said, sticking out her hand. "There are no written contracts in this business; we work with handshakes. Either you're reliable and trustworthy or you're not in the business."
I didn't immediately raise my hand, thinking about it. "I'm starting college in January."
"At the U?" I nodded.
"Good. I get a lot of clients near the area. You'll enjoy that -- those co-eds seem to have some of the raunchiest parties, everyone trying to one-up everyone else. Some of the professors, too. I think they get into wild stuff when they're students and seem to just keep it up. I think it's something about academia that does it to them.
I nodded my head, and considered it momentarily; no other drawbacks coming to my mind. "Ok. I'm in," I said, sticking my hand out, to her. "When do we start?"
"Tomorrow night."
