I was dreading getting home that evening. My world was suddenly in tatters. Joe, my husband, had found out about the money and my affair with Cliff. The money had been bad enough, but I had also put our business in jeopardy by taking money out of the company to give to Cliff. Then Cliff had ditched me because I refused to give him any more cash, and I realised what a fool I had been and now it looked like I might be getting the same treatment from Joe, but I couldn't blame him..
When I walked up towards the house there was a car in the drive, a car I did not recognize. I pushed open the door, put my bag on the table, and hung up my coat. I could hear voices coming from the lounge. Slowly, I eased open the lounge door. Joe was leaning against the fireplace, a large glass of whisky in his hand. He looked at me as I entered, but did not say anything. Another man was seated on the sofa. He turned, smiled and got to his feet. "I guess this is Laura," he said, turning to Joe. Joe nodded sullenly. The stranger stepped across to me and held out his hand. "I'm Doug," he said. He looked me up and down. I felt as though his eyes were undressing me. It was a strange feeling. He turned to Joe. "You were right, she is everything you said she was."
Joe smiled. "And I think you'll find she as other attributes, too, attributes that are more to your liking."
I looked at Joe. "What's going on here? And who's this?" I said.
Joe looked at me and smiled. "You'll find out soon enough. I guess you thought you were going to get away with it, ruining the business and making a fool out of me. I've made a deal with Doug here to get some of my money back. You're going to work for him."
"Doing what?" I asked.
"Doing what you do best: lying on your back with your legs open."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Here was my husband offering me to a guy I did not know as a common whore. Well, there was no way I was doing it. I would pack my bags and leave. I could make my way on my own. I didn't need him. I turned to walk out of the room. Joe stopped me. "If you think you're leaving, think again. If you walk out I will have you arrested and charged with the theft of the money you took from the business." I looked at him. Standing there, I saw the look on his face and I knew he meant what he said.
Doug smiled at me. "I think you had better sit down. We have things to talk about." I moved back and perched myself on the edge of the sofa. Doug looked at Joe. "I think you had better give her a drink. I think she's going to need it." Joe passed me a drink and I sipped on it as Doug went on to explain that he was a entertainment organizer. "I put on entertainment for special clients," he said.
"And I suppose I will be expected to be involved in that entertainment?" I asked. Doug nodded.
Joe suddenly spoke up. "Yes, and you'd better make a good job of it, because Doug will be paying good money for your services." I looked at Joe and gulped down the rest of my drink. I held out my glass. "I think I need another one."
Doug filled my glass. Then he gave me the glass and proceeded to tell me about his organization. "I put on special entertainment for discerning clients. They want women like you, not the usual whores." I saw him looking me over again. "I heard from Joe that you were a very promiscuous lady." Well, I suppose he was right. When I stopped getting sex at home I went out and looked for it, and I'd had several steamy affairs before the last one. That one had been a disaster.
"Do you enjoy sex?" he asked.
I shrugged. "Yes, I guess I do."
"Enjoy it," Joe snorted, "she a fucking nympho. She's known around here as Martini: any time, any place, any where."
I glared at him. "If I had been getting it at home, I wouldn't have had to go out and look for it, and if I hadn't gone out looking for it, I wouldn't be in this shit."
"Come on, you two, this isn't getting us anywhere." Doug said sharply.
"I can always use a woman like you in my organization. We pay out good money, but you will be expected to do anything that is asked of you. Do you have any problems with that?" I shook my head. "I guess not."
"Are there any problem areas?" Doug asked.
"Like what?"
"Anal sex, multiple partners, exhibitionism, bondage."
I shrugged. "I'm not that keen an anal and can take it if it's required, but the others, yes, I done them from time to time."
Doug nodded. "You seem to be the sort of woman I'm looking for."
Joe nodded his head but did not say anything.
"There's just one more thing," Doug said.
I looked at him. "What's that?"
"I want you to strip for me," he said.
I looked at him. "Here, now?"
He nodded.
I stood up and looked at Joe. He couldn't look at me. I began to unbutton my blouse and ease it off my shoulders. I placed it on a chair, unzipped my skirt, and eased it down over my hips. I pushed it on down and stepped out of it.
I felt a little embarrassed standing there in my own living room in front of my husband and Doug wearing just my bra, panties and hold up stockings.
I looked at Doug. "Have you seen enough or do you want me to take the rest off?"
Doug smiled. "Everything, please." Then he smiled, more. "But you can leave your stockings on. I think a bird looks sexy with stockings on when she's naked."
I felt myself getting warm. As I reached behind and unclasped my bra, I held it to me for a moment before I slipped it off. I saw Doug nod in appreciation as my breasts were displayed to him. I waited for a moment before slipping my fingers into my panties and pushing them down over my hips. They fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. Then I stood naked in front of him. He looked me up and down.
"Very nice," he said, "very nice indeed!" I noticed Joe looking at me and I saw the expression on his face. The fact that I was standing naked in front of another man seemed to make him uncomfortable. Or did it exciting him? I smiled. I bet the dirty bastard was enjoying it.
Doug beckoned me over. I moved towards him. I was now standing close enough for him to observe every detail of my body. The whole thing was beginning to excite me. I could already sense that my nipples were hard.
"I'm glad to see you keep yourself trimmed," he said.
I looked down. He was looking at my pussy. He reached out and ran his fingers over the thin strip of pubic hair above the cleft of my pussy. Then he pressed his fingers between my thighs. I eased my legs apart. He cupped my pussy gently and I groaned.
"Just look at the whore. She's enjoying it," Joe said.
Doug swung around and glared at him. "Look, it was you who came to me with the deal. I need to find out what she's like. She might have fucked up your business but she won't fuck up mine."
He turned back to me. "Get yourself dressed, I'll give you a call in the morning."
I picked up my clothes and smiled at Doug. Then I made my way up to my room. Sinking onto the bed, I realised that I was trembling. I pressed my hand between my thighs and was not surprised to find that I was quite wet. I fell back on the bed, rubbing my fingers over my pussy. What was going to happen to me? Was this what I had come down to, a paid whore?
The following morning I made sure Joe had left for the office before I got up. I did not want to face him. I knew that I had been a bit of a shit wife to him over the last few months, but I still didn't believe that that he had done what he had, sold me to Doug as a whore. I had had a restless night thinking about my future. I had considered packing my things and running out but where was I to go? I had no money of my own and no friends who would take me in. Maybe I should go along with Doug, try my new life out, before I made a decision.
I thought about last night standing naked in the lounge with Doug fingering my pussy. I remembered how hot I felt and then that shit of a husband spoilt it all. Maybe it might be fun after all; maybe Joe was right; maybe I was a whore and a nympho. Yes, I did like sex, and just lately, I seemed not to be able to get enough of it, so maybe there was a bright side about working for Doug. I had showered and made myself some breakfast before the phone went. It was Doug.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"I'm okay."
"Look, I'm sorry about last night, I had to do what I did,"
"I know, it's not a problem."