"What if you worked for me?"
"Work for you?" June looked at him. "I don't know how to do anything, Malcolm. I haven't had a job in an office in—"
"No," he said with a big laugh, "not that kind of work."
"You mean, hooking for you with you as my pimp?"
"Well, I wouldn't phrase it like that, but yeah, I guess. Only, I'd call it more of an escort service." He smiled. "I have some friends who come in to town from time to time and who would love to have the company of someone like you and who would not only treat you well but also pay you well."
"How much do you consider well paid?"
"Oh, I figure you are definitely worth much more than Larry is paying you. I'd pay you $500 an hour."
June reveled in receiving that kind of money for giving someone sex. Suddenly, she imagined having the house painted, the roof fixed, and buying a car.
"I don't understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"If you have a successful automotive accessories business, then why do you need money from a hooker on the side?"
"Money? Oh, you misunderstand. I don't want any of your money. I can assure you," he said with his big laugh, "I don't need your money or anymore money. I have more money than I know that to do with. I'm a millionaire a few times over. I give much of my money away to friends and family, even to deserving strangers, if I know it will give them a foot up in helping them to take care of themselves." He touched her hair allowing his fingers to brush her cheek. "Whatever you earn, you keep. That's your business and that's your money. What I guarantee you is your safety. No one will dare hurt or abuse you while you are in my care."
"Okay, now, I'm really confused." She looked at him again. "Then, what do you get out of it?"
"Well, I pick who you will be with when. Part of our private agreement is that you can't be with any one else other than those who I choose. Then, once you have relaxed and refreshed yourself from your sexual adventure, we will meet and you will tell me everything that happened.
"Okay," she said, "I'm starting to understand your motive.
"For me, it is more exciting that I personally know the men you are with while listening to you talk about what you did with them. That would be much more erotically arousing than watching any porn movie."
"More exciting than experiencing it yourself? Why don't you just videotape the room?"
"I told you, I'm faithful to Lucille. Also, I told you that talking about it is what turns me on. I prefer creating my own images than watching them on television."
"Okay, I get it. I can do that, have sex with your friends and tell you everything that happened. So, what's the catch?"
"Catch? Well, for starters, all my friends are black men. But, like me, they are all successful, educated black men who will treat you with respect, especially if I introduce you as my special friend. And you must never tell them that you are reporting everything they did with you to me. I prefer them thinking that I am the man, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, I understand what you mean. You are the man," said June with a chuckle and giving his package a gentle squeeze. Only, you are the first black man that I have ever been with and even now, with you refusing to have sex with me, I still haven't experienced what it is like to be with a black man," she said with a laugh. "If your friends are much like you, considerate and kind, then I don't see a problem."
There was an uncomfortable pause where they looked at one another. Knowing that he would never make the first move, based on his convoluted logic in being faithful to his wife, Lucille, June leaned over and kissed him on the lips. When he didn't pull away or push her away, she parted his lips with her tongue. She reached down and felt his growing erection while French kissing him.
"No, June, please, stop. Damn, you are a hot woman."
"Malcolm, please. I wish you would let me do something for you."
"I can't. I'm sorry."
"Well, I have needs, too, Malcolm and I'm pretty friggin' horny right now with all of this sex talk. I'm human, too, you know."
