This is a direct sequel to A Second Chance - what happens here won't mean much if you haven't read that story first
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It's not every day you pick up a gun and put three bullets through the head of a man you had some feelings for because he's about to kill the man you really care for. Even a blockhead like me knows that so I was conscious of the need to get Angela away from the scene and back into what passed as normality for her.
I would have liked to have taken a day or two to unwind in my own home but Angela was the focus of my attention so by Tuesday lunchtime we were in the hire car heading back to Canberra. We had done the debrief a few hours after the firefight and that was all we had to do but Angela was surprised that we could just drive out of town without being stopped by the police.
I had explained that The Old Man had taken care of everything, but it must still have seemed more than a little surreal for someone who had never been involved with The Old Man's department before. He had the power to call the State Police and make things happen ... or not happen ... and there was never any argument ... at least not to his face.
The trip took about three hours and it seemed to be divided up into a series of disjointed conversations punctuated by long periods when neither of us spoke but were lost in our own thoughts.
We talked about my daughters and how they really liked Angela and the conversation drifted onto why she had chosen not to have children.
"I would really have liked to have kids," she said ruefully, "but none of the three guys I lived with would have made good fathers and all those three ever wanted was for me to go on hawking my fork so the money kept rolling in."
"Well Granma you now have two little pink things as grandkids," I could feel the icy stare coming from the other side of the car.
"I think you should just leave the thought of me being a grandmother on hold Steve. I much prefer to think of myself as an honorary aunt." I laughed and wondered what Angela's clients would think if they knew that they were banging a grandmother. Given her stunning looks I couldn't see it doing any harm to her business.
We drove on in silence for a while and then she asked me something that really took my breath away. "How would you like to work with me with some clients my horny man?"
"WHAT?" That suggestion came as such a shock I almost put my foot on the brake.
Angela giggled, "I think you would make a great man-whore." She waited for my reaction but there wasn't anything like the explosion she was expecting.
"Tell me more," I said with a sigh.
"Oh," the lack of a reaction had surprised her. "You do keep surprising me Steve. I was expecting you to explode ... but you didn't."
"No, I didn't so tell me more." I hadn't exploded because, after the initial shock, I had begun to think of the possibilities and maybe it might be fun.
"Well sometimes I get asked if I can recommend a guy for someone's wife. Now usually those requests are just some guys exploring their fantasies without ever telling his wife or going through with it, but I have a couple in mind who are quite serious.
"I have regular sessions with them and they occasionally ask if I know a guy who might come along with me. They are both in their 60's and she is an absolute doll and I think we could have a lot of fun with them.
"So what do you think?"
I shrugged my shoulders, "Maybe you can see if they're serious the next time they ask. I don't know if I can do it or not but I guess I can try."
"I have a better idea," she said with a wicked grin as she took her phone out of her handbag. She made a call and chatted with the person who answered it. When she had ended the call she turned to me and started to giggle.
"Oh Steve, my man-whore, I have just sold you to an absolutely stunning older woman who wants to enjoy a night of lust and depravity with you and leave you feeling totally drained when you leave her place in the morning."
"Really, and what will you be doing while some little old lady is using me like a sex toy?"
"I'll be on the receiving end of some hard fucking from her husband. Richard and Phillipa Gravin are the couple I mentioned just before I made the phone call. Richard is a high-powered lawyer, but looks more like a fussy little bookkeeper, while Pip is something of a socialite.
"They have been happily married for over 30 years despite having an almost insatiable hunger for sex. They don't fool around outside of the marriage ... or so they say ... but they have me come in every couple of weeks to have sex with both of them.
"Or so they say"?"
Angela laughed, "Richard may look like a weedy little man but he's a randy bull who can fuck me out of my skull and still have plenty of energy for Pip ... and probably several other girls as well. I know from what she has told me that they have sex almost every day so I find it hard to imagine that he's not chasing other pussy when he has the time.
"And as for Pip, she's got one very sweet pussy but I'm sure that I've tasted other men, besides Richard, when I've gone down on her. She likes to flirt and, at some functions that we've both been at, where Richard hasn't been, I've seen her hit on guys ... and disappear with them for 20 or 30 minutes ... so if you meet her don't let her sweet, refined, 'I'm a good girl' act fool you.
"And she may have Richard fooled with the idea of meeting you first but don't be surprised if she doesn't put the hard word on you for a private session before we get together."
She was quiet for a few kilometres and then just about floored me again. "How would you like to have some wrestling fun on Saturday night?"
"What, you're going to take on Pete and me at the same time?"
"No, that's just Pete and me but Gavin and I have been looking for a guy who might be available to wrestle any female clients who want to have fun. We often have a couple there who end up fighting some of the girls but we might attract a few more if we had a good looking guy available."
Hmmm ... there were two trains of thought steaming through my brain by the time Angela had finished speaking. The first one was trying to process the thought of me working in a brothel, wrestling women.