Vickie had broken one of her cardinal rules. She had invited one of her clients -- well, a
potential
client, perhaps -- to her home.
Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, impossibly long legs crossed over one another, Katherine Saunders looked much the way Vickie remembered her --
better
, in fact.
It looked to Vickie as if her favorite teacher had taken good care of herself and had been working out, for those long legs were sleek and shapely and led to beautifully tapered calves. She still had the same happy smile on her face and a great figure, breasts that still threatened to spill out of her blouse and dancing blue eyes. The only changes were the length of Katherine's hair and the color. Once blonde, it was now auburn and very long, down past her shoulders and half-way to her waist.
Vickie still had no idea why her former teacher had called on her business line the previous evening, but she wasn't going to sit around waiting to find out. Offering Katherine a glass of Merlot, she sat back down and crossed her own legs. Katherine was glancing around the apartment and taking everything in. "You've done very well for yourself," She said to Vickie, who nodded.
"I do alright, my business ..."
"I
know
what your business is Vickie, I've ... heard things. Don't worry, I'm not here to give you any trouble, as you recall, I called on your business line. I'd like to arrange an evening with one of your ... employees," Katherine smiled as Vickie looked her over with curious eyes.
"You do understand that most of my girls work with women and couples only, right?" Vickie asked Katherine, who was busy sipping her wine. She appeared to be a bit nervous and set the glass down.
"I do," Katherine responded. "Perhaps I should explain. I've been attracted to women for years, since
my
high school days, but I was never bold enough to do anything about it. When I began teaching and was surrounded by all those beautiful girls, all the old sensations came flooding back. I found myself being tempted, so I married the slightly-younger man I had been dating, hoping it would push the cravings away," Katherine confessed.
"It didn't work?" Vickie asked, curious to see where Katherine was going with all of this.
"No, it's been an unmitigated
disaster
," Katherine sighed. "Basil -- that's my husband -- is a good friend and an okay lover, but that's about it ... he's okay. I used to be a very sexual person and I need to find that woman again. During a conversation a few days ago with my brother Barry -- we're
very
close -- he told me about your services and I thought, why not?" Katherine confessed.
Until this moment, Vickie had not made the connection. Barry Saunders the author was Katherine's brother! He and his wife had raved about their encounter and obviously were not too shy to share the details with Katherine. Vickie thought this was an interesting little twist.
"I appreciate your discretion, Miss Saunders," Vickie said as she leaned forward. "I'll do whatever it takes to satisfy your wishes. I will let you know my girls don't come cheap, although I guarantee everything."
"Feel free to call me Katherine, Vickie, and thank you," Katherine said. "Basil has a lot of money and I'll just list it as `entertainment' on our joint credit card," She smiled. "I will warn you that he's a very modern man in several ways, but if he found out his wife was bi-sexual, it would end our marriage and I don't want that -- not yet, anyway."
"Not a problem, I have several discreet locations," Vickie told her client as she poured more wine. "You would even be free to use my apartment, should that prove necessary. I could disappear for a few hours. Now, did you have a specific type in mind?"
"I happen to have a specific