Something occurred to me that day.
It stuck so clearly in my mind because it was around three o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon and I was on my way home at the time. Class had just gotten out and I was waiting at the bus stop, having just lit up a smoke and casually glanced across the street. My eye fixed on this foxy little blonde babe standing there. You see she was sorta bent over near the park bench pulling up her pantyhose. And damn if she didn't give a shit who saw her either. The way she was standing, her perky little ass was kinda waving over at me as she shifted her weight to get the pantyhose up.
I even got a glimpse of her soft pink bits.
Mmm, she was looking good enough to eat, and well, you know how a guy's mind wanders from thinking 'nice ass' to 'wonder what she'd be like in bed?' Well it isn't really a big leap.
I was feeling pretty horny and the girl I was dating was away for three whole weeks.
Of those three weeks, two weeks had already passed and even a stiff breeze could've made me hard by that point.
The problem is that the girl I was dating could be an uppity little thing sometimes, but at the time she really had me whipped for sure. She had an excellent, tight pussy and did she know how to use it! And she didn't believe in sharing if you know what I mean, which meant I was left with strict orders to keep my dick to myself while she was gone, and that as you can probably tell from stories is a difficult thing for me to do. But fuck me if until that point I hadn't done exactly as she ordered. I was just aching for a good roll in the hay. I felt a little sorry for myself as I watched that ass slowly proceed down the street and around the corner, and considered it one of life's great missed opportunities.
That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks out of the blue. I wanted to pay for sex.
I felt a little like a kid who is suddenly told he can have anything he wants. It was so anonymous. I got a tingly feeling of anticipation and a ball of anticipation formed in my stomach. There would be no hassles, no entanglements with women, no morning after problems; all you did was just pay the bill and go. Of course, speaking to boost my ego and defend my manhood, it's not like I was really that hard up or anything. I mean I could get a girl if I wanted a lay right? I had plenty of notches on my belt. But I'd gotten a few hookers before from time to time when the occasion demanded it while in the Marines.
Still, it was illicit and illegal. And at that point, being a law student, breaking the law seemed the most attractive part of the deal.
So that settled it.
Why not give it a shot? Chalk it up to a story to tell my grandsons. But I emphatically did not want one of those strung out, pimped out hags that you see on street corners. No, I wanted something a lot higher class. Someone who would show up as an inconspicuous entry on a credit card statement after a discrete phone call.
I could make that happen though, I had no fear.
So with this plan of action in mind, that was when another thought struck me, well it was really a train of thought, but whatever. I wanted a fantasy. It's not like my type has too many fantasies after all. Or if we do they don't tend to be very fancy. I'm a strong believer in getting laid, don't get me wrong. I mean, I could imagine myself on some Caribbean island in a hot tub with a bunch of gorgeous island vixens, but I'm just as happy with a girl who lays back on the bed and wants me to do all the heavy lifting. I was in my twenties and guys in their twenties are mostly just looking for a place to deposit their load.
So, anyway, back to my train of thought.
When I got home I was horny as hell, so I settled down to surf an erotic porn site to alleviate some of the sexual tension produced from my earlier thoughts: you know by reading some erotica, looking at some porn pics, jacking off, that sort of thing.
Probably like what you're doing right now.
Some of the stories I was reading seemed very familiar to me: the fraternity gangbangs especially. Been there, done that. Plenty of times. Pussy in college had been great and plentiful at the frat house and I kinda missed those days. Then of course there was story after story about exotic one night stands. Been there, done that too. Then my mouse stopped on one of those 'poker' stories. You know the ones: some guys get together for a friendly game, some male bonding, whatever, and one of the wives or girlfriends is gracious enough to spread her pussy lips open for all the lucky guys to get their rocks off.
As if that would ever happen outside of a porno.
But this is where the prostitute might come in handy. And lucky for me if I didn't have a regular card game going with some fellow buddies of mine from school.
Ben, Joel, Nate and I had all started law school together two years before this tale begins. We just hit it off, although we were all different ages. Nate and Joel were the young'uns, just out of undergrad, and fresh-faced in their early twenties. Ben and I had both come to the law from having previous careers, such as they were. Ben, in his early thirties, had done all kinds of business stuff before deciding he wanted to be something more. I had been in my mid-twenties at the start and just finished with my time in the service.
We were all the same type. We all got talking about some hot little honey at orientation and, well, the rest is history.
Since the first week of orientation we'd been having our Thursday night poker games. It was fun, nickel and dime stuff mostly, but it was a relaxing diversion from, say, torts or contract law. In three years though nothing discussed during a game had gone any further than just talk, and since it was always a strictly boys only thing, none of our ladies ever joined us.
However, maybe we could have a little fun this week.
* * *
I did my research with a couple of guys I knew that were connected to a hotel. Most of those guys have the number of some good escort services for the benefit of their special male guests, as opposed to just dialing 1-800-HOT-BABE. I dialed up the discreet number that I'd been given and after working through the preliminaries, asked the 'receptionist' for a gal who could handle a full crowd.
"Mmmm, no problem, sir," came the breathy reply, "Our girls will do anything for the right price."
"Great," I said, "Look, I'm kinda throwing a little party and well, not anything too wild, just a few friends right...there's four of us altogether...but I was sort of wondering...do you have a girl who's, well, who can maybe whip up some, well, some appetizers or whatever...you know, maybe someone who can cook?"
The woman on the other line paused for a second.
"You want someone to cook for you?" she asked, a little incredulously.
"No," I responded hastily, "Not cook exactly, just help me make some appetizers, it's our poker night."
The breathy voice on the other end of the laughed out loud.
"How precious!" she said, "Honey, is your girlfriend out of town or something? There are cheaper ways to handle the hors d'oeuvres, mister, like go to the store for instance...buy some soda and chips."
"Look, lady," I said, "I can handle the beer and the pretzels, I just thought, you know, maybe we could have a little fun with whipped cream or something. Plus it gives me an excuse to explain why there is a girl in my apartment."
"Well, I see," she said, suddenly back to business, "It's not one of the usual requests, but I think I can guarantee you someone who can at least boil water. Now what else are you looking for?"
