I really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut. In my defense, I wasn't really myself when I told Larry I would do another escort job for him a couple weeks after I did Tim. And to be fair to myself, Tim was kinda hot. I couldn't be expected to resist a man like him when my husband encouraged it!
Oh well. The spiral began then. A couple weeks later, I was Escort Barbie again, and went out with an older gentleman from someplace down south. He had that Texas Gentleman accent that reminded me a little of Matthew McConaughey, though he looked more like Mathew's dad.
It all started quite nice and innocent, and I thought it might just end up an actual escort job this time, hanging on the arm of some guy while we were out doing whatever. But, just my luck, he had other plans. I suppose it could be considered a compliment when some very wealthy businessman basically holds a pen and says, 'give me a blowjob and I'll spend a few million'. It's something of an empowering feeling... when I get past the notion that I'm basically being a whore.
Soon after, Steve came home one night all smiles and said he was inches from his partner promotion!
"Really?!" I was jumping with excitement too. "When?"
"Larry and I worked out a deal." He said. "He'll move me up the junior partner list based on my commission. The more deals I close, the more I make, and the more I make, the sooner I'll get promoted!"
"Wow! That's fantastic!" I cheered. "And so young! Most of the partners are like ten years older than you."
He nodded. "I'd be the youngest to make Partner in the history of the firm." He grinned. Then he got more serious. "But... there's a little more to it." He added.
"More?"
He nodded. "So, let me explain. Larry thinks you're the best escort we've ever had."
I gaped at him. "But I'm not... an escort, I mean. I was just helping out."
He nodded. "I know, but hear me out. He says that rather than paying some random escort a few hundred for the night, he would be willing to bump up my commission by five percent for every contract you help with, no matter how much help it turns out to be."
"Five percent... doesn't sound like much." I scowled.
"Think of it!" he said excitedly. "The Backus contract got me a forty-thousand-dollar commission check! Five percent more would be two grand! Two Thousand for one night playing Escort Barbie! And that five percent counts toward my commission total. If I can keep it up, I should get Partner in like... four or five months!"
"But you're talking about me playing escort with a bunch of strange men for the next four or five months!" I shrieked back. "You want your wife out fucking a bunch of rich businessmen like a whore while you watch?"
He huffed and scowled at the floor. "You didn't complain about Tim." He noted.
"Tim was an anomaly!" Cried. "How many rich businessmen do you know who look like James Deen on a Harley!"
"Okay, fine. We can make it all on you." He said. "Just like Tiffany says, you handle it like a blind date. If you want it to go any further, then fine. If not, no big deal. If we still land the contract, even if you keep all your clothes on, I still get the five percent. See?"
"You talked to Tiffany about this?" I asked a little suspiciously.
"A while ago." He said, then huffed and nodded, trying not to say more. Didn't work. "When Ozzie hired her for the Stag Party. We talked a bit, and I asked her about how she decides if her job ends in sex or not. That's what she said."
I calmed myself again and took a moment to sip my wine and think about it. "And just to be clear," I started, "when you get your promotion, it ends, right? I don't have to be an escort anymore?"
He took my hands and kissed them both. "Not if you don't want to. Absolutely!"
I took the night and all the next day to think about it. Sadly, it all seemed like a pretty decent proposal. Well, indecent, but you get the idea. I go out with a few rich guys, maybe get groped and whatever. Maybe give some head if they're nice. Maybe get laid if they're really nice. And Steve gets his promotion and gets to keep spoiling me. Plus, I knew he just loved sharing his Barbie Doll like a sex toy at the naughtiest playground in the world. I don't know if I liked that part. Well, I didn't want to like it. It made me feel cheap and slutty, but also sexy and desirable, which is nice. But most of all, I loved my honey and I wanted to make him happy. If he got off on watching his wife with strangers, for him, I could try.
In the end, I told him I'd do another escort job as a sort of trial run. It just so happened that Larry already had one lined up, (of course he did). I went to a dinner with Steve and Larry, got some of the details, and we set a date for me to escort their client.
It went fairly well. His client wasn't ancient, which is always good. He liked to grope me, which was nothing new. Then on the way to his hotel, he had the driver just drive around the city while I gave him, Larry, and Steve blowjobs in the back seat of the limo. I thought that was it, but then he wanted me to spend the night with him at his hotel! I told him that was out of the question. That I had a husband and needed to go home. Steve didn't get the contract! I couldn't believe it! I gave the bastard one of my best blowjobs, and he wouldn't sign because I wouldn't spend the night having sex with him!
Larry gave Steve a hard time about it, and I had to deal with my husband fuming mad for days. I guess I couldn't blame him too much. His wife did give two other men blowjobs and didn't even get paid for it! I felt justified, not wanting to spend a night away from my honey having sex with a stranger, but a little part of my horny little mind kept saying that next time, I'd do whatever it took to get the contract. I wanted to make it up to Steve for having lost one.
But it all came to a head when I found out that we had been... well, found out! I got some texts from unknown numbers, and emails from a few of Steve's fellow partners and junior partners, all asking if I would be available as an escort for their clients too!
Steve and I had a huge argument about it, but he swore up and down that he did everything he could to keep it a secret. I can tell when he's hiding something, and he wasn't. That left two possibilities. It was one of the clients I served, who didn't know who my husband was, or... "Larry!"
"What?" Steve scoffed. "No, I don't think he would..."
"Who else?" I huffed. "Marko, out in fucking Russia? Tim who still wants to know if my husband will let him take me out on a date when he comes back to New York!"
"He said that?"
I gulped. "I... got two dozen red roses delivered to Yowzah a few nights ago." I said ashamedly. "I guess he found out which Burlesque theater I worked at and... never mind! It has to be Larry!"
Long story short, it was Larry! He decided that, since my husband was so eager for his promotion, and was so willing to use me as a means to get it, and since he had just lost a huge contract, he would 'help out' by throwing more business my way. Every penny I earned would go toward Steve's total and help him get the promotion. Another row ensued, and I left it hanging on the outcome of my next job for Steve.
I was so pissed! Larry literally just told his best junior partners that I was available for escort service. I mean, it was flattering in a weird sort of way that they all wanted me to play escort for them, but I was still so mad that he would out me like that! And he never told any of them that I was only being an Escort for Steve! He let them think I was working as an escort on the side just to make money! The bastard!
Ozzie was the first of the junior partners to ask me to be an escort for his client. I told him I'd do it if, and only if Larry didn't come! So, I was booked for a second job. I liked Ozzie, so I figured, if nothing else, I could have a fun night out with my husband and a fuck buddy. Steve had already shared me with him a couple times, and I kinda liked him.
That night went much better. The client was a really nice guy from England, and I do love those English accents! He was there with a junior partner of his own who was my age, and very cute! We all went out clubbing as usual. Lots of dancing, some drinking, and ended the night in his hotel room where I entertained everyone with a strip tease (which I actually really enjoyed), and then got double teamed... twice! Once by Ozzie and his client, and once by Steve and the cute junior partner. I decided that being an escort might not be so bad after all. I hadn't agreed, but I agreed to consider it.
While this was all going on, Steve kept talking about the swinger club he wanted me to join, and how much fun it would be for both of us. I thought, with me playing escort, he would have enough of sharing his Barbie Doll with others, but he still wanted to swap partners. I guess that was fair. I was getting lots more sex than he was, and he deserved to have some fun too. But the whole idea of a club, a big house with tons of people all there just to have sex with lots of other people made me very uneasy.
