She looked tall and was dressed all in black ... some sort of a cape, fedora, leather gloves, stockings and spike heels. She was a strikingly handsome woman. Swirls of silver-gray hair peeked out from under the fedora, which was cocked jauntily to one side. She smiled and said," Hello, I'm Silver. Climb in."
She handled the ubiquitous white Accord with easy grace as we moved into traffic. "Show me your dick,' she ordered.
My friend Hanson had told me about this part of the deal but wouldn't give me any more details. He said I should contact Silver, the senior member of the team and be ready to part with a considerable amount of silver or gold to pay for the experience.
I unzipped my fly, reached inside and presented my limp member. "Now I know you're not a cop 'cause undercover cops don't go around showing their cocks to ladies they never met before. Here, pick the outfit you want Gold to wear and then we'll go over the menu," she said as she handed me a small photo album. Inside were half a dozen Polaroids of a very pretty young blond. In each photo she was wearing a different outfit, every thing from black leather bra and miniskirt to a white negligee and a wedding veil.
I picked the pinkish shorty nightgown because it showed off her cleavage nicely. "The menu is behind the pictures," Silver advised. I flipped to the printed pages. The left column listed each item or act and then there were two columns to the right, headed 'Silver' and 'Gold'. Prices for each were listed where the act intersected the 'me' and 'Gold' columns. I noted that the Gold prices were consistently twice the amount of the 'Silver' column. There were several pages of items. "You can mix multiples if you want, it's la carte," Silver advised as she steered the car to the curb. "Decided what you want?" she asked brightly.
"Yeah," I replied,
"A half and half and an enema for her.
Silver added the price of the two items in her head and collected the cash from me. Then she dialed her cell phone and spoke several numbers to the person on the other end. She handed me a pair of safety glasses with side shields. They had been painted black on the inside. They served the same purpose as a blindfold but were much less obvious to anyone looking into the car at me. I put them on without being told as Silver put the car in motion. It made sense that she would make a lot of turns and do some doublebacks to disorient me.
"You see anything on our menu that you aren't sure of or might like to try in the future?" she asked.
It amused me that she was doing a sales job on me and at the same time distracting me from noting the direction of the turns and the distance between them.
"Well, 'infusion' caught my eye and I know it's not the same as enema because that was listed too," I said.
"Did you see the listing for catherization?"
"Yes," I replied
"You know what that is?" she asked.