Nathan was pouring himself a cup of coffee and preparing to watch a re-run of "Law & Order: SVU" when he heard the phone ringing. It was Vickie's business line, but as she was on an all-day date, she wasn't there to answer it.
He and Vickie were making a lot of money from their little venture and Vickie didn't like to disappoint anyone. He had answered phones for her before and made some of the arrangements, so he thought he should try and handle things. If he couldn't, they could always leave contact information and Vickie would call them back at her earliest possible convenience or he could text her cell phone.
The caller on the line sounded lovely, young with just the vaguest hint of a Southern accent. There was something rather charming about her and as they talked, their conversation became more involved. Finally, the young woman asked "Might you be available this evening?"
Nathan balked at first. "Me? You called our service, you do realize that we run an Escort Service ..."
"... for women searching for female companions, yes. But you've been so charming and gracious, I'm intrigued. Naturally, I'd pay you, but if you're willing, I'd love to spend an evening in your company."
Nathan was flummoxed at first. He didn't know if he should go through with this, but why should Vickie be the only one sacrificing to keep things going? He was also intrigued because something about the young woman's voice sounded very familiar. "Okay," Nathan told the girl. "What time and how do I find you?"
"I'll have a car there for you at 8 PM, that's a little less than 3 hours," She told him. "Will that give you enough time?"
"Plenty of time, I can shower and shave and put on a nice suit," Nathan told her. "I'm Nathan," He told her. "When I meet you, what should I call you?"
He heard her wheels spinning as she said "We'll ... deal with that later. The driver will bring you to me and she'll be informed as to what's going on and bring you right up to my suite."
Nathan gave her the address and hung up the phone. He went to have a shower, shave and dress, then had a little bite to eat. He checked the time, wrote a note for Vickie and heard the buzzer at 7:55 PM. A soft, feminine voice asked for Nathan and then asked if he was ready. He went downstairs to find a very expensive stretch limo waiting for him. Whoever he was meeting tonight had
money!
The driver herself was lovely, a tall black girl who introduced herself as Leanna. She told Nathan that he was free to have a drink and there was a mini-bar in back. He decided against that, he didn't want to meet the client with alcohol on his breath. Leanna took him into a very expensive hotel, but they went in the back entrance and up to a penthouse suite. She told him that she would see him later and left him standing in the suite by himself. A few minutes later, a lovely blonde of about 21 years of age emerged from the bedroom. Nathan recognized her in an instant.
"You're ..."
"Yes," She nodded. Nathan had seen her face on countless magazine covers and seen her on television. "But for tonight, I'd appreciate if you'd call me ... let's say, call me Tammy," The famous blonde grinned. She shook Nathan's hand and thanked him for coming and told him to sit down. She poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to a still-stunned Nathan.
"You called our service Tammy, does that mean that you're a ...?" Nathan couldn't quite finish his sentence.
"
Most
of the time, but my agent and manager have managed to keep that little secret under wraps," Tammy told him as she sipped her drink. "I'm not Chely Wright, I don't think my career would survive the shock -- yet."
"All right, so you `play for the other team', as some would say," Nathan said as he watched the pretty blonde cross legs that had been on so many magazine covers he couldn't remember them all. "If that's the case, then why did you ask me here?"
"Every once in a while, I get the urge to have sex with a man," Tammy said, the accent stronger as she sipped her drink. "I've been linked to a number of young stars, but they've all been cover stories. In actuality, when I'm with a man, I like him to be older. As we spoke, you intrigued me and I thought -- why not him?"
"I'm honored, you're a beautiful young woman," Nathan complimented her.
The two of them talked a while longer, she asked Nathan a few pertinent questions before they did sexual. He still couldn't believe this was happening. "My -- partner -- is a fan of your work." Nathan confessed.
"I'll sign something for her before you leave, but right now, I want to have a night of tear-up-the-sheets sex," Tammy told him. "It's been a long time, so why don't you take me to bed and fuck me?"
At first, it was disconcerting to hear this lovely young starlet talk in such a blatant manner about sex, but Nathan knew he'd have to adjust to that. She was still a client -- although she was the first client he had ever dealt with personally -- and she was a young, vibrant woman who'd had sex before. Having sex with her would be a pleasurable experience and Lord knows, he'd had enough practice over the past several months.
Somehow, Nathan sensed that he should let Tammy take the lead. She gave him that multi-million dollar smile and approached him, removing his suit jacket at first and then placing it on a chair. She patted his chest and smiled. "Nice," She sighed. "I do appreciate a man who takes care of himself."
"Thank you very much," Nathan told her. "I try."
Tammy leaned in close and he could smell her perfume, it was the one she was currently endorsing. Vickie had a small bottle of it and he'd smelled its gentle aroma before. "You smell wonderful," He said to Tammy as her hand grazed his chest.
"Thank you for noticing," Tammy sighed. "Women appreciate men who notice the little things. I'll bet your wife loves the fact you notice those things like that."
"I'm not married, I'm divorced," Nathan told Tammy. Her hands were gently stroking his face as he said "Vickie is my -- business partner." He didn't think he should tell her the entire truth.
Tammy's soft hands began to unbutton his shirt. Her manicured nails, which likely cost more than Nathan was going to earn for this evening, raked down his chest. "You are one gorgeous, older stud babe," She sighed. "There isn't an inch of flab on you, I hope you fuck as good as you look." His shirt joined his jacket on the chair.
"Do you want me to ..."