Chapter 11
Lewis: I dropped Deanna off at Gregory's house early Saturday evening. She looked fantastic in an expensive gown bought just for the occasion of her first night as a paid whore wife. The dress was all black, tight as hell, short to the point of being indecent and really low-cut to show off her gorgeous rack. I spent three hours with her at the salon while she got everything waxed, polished, shampooed for the big evening. To say that Deanna looked like a million bucks is a gross understatement. Just getting out of the car and walking up to Gregory's front door I was astounded at the attention she drew from people just walking on the sidewalk. I rang the bell as Deanna fidgeted.
Gregory answered the door promptly.
"Oh my word!" he said with a huge shit-eating grin on his face. I'd never met Gregory but Rodney said he was his best cherry-buster for a first-time whore wife. I never expected him to be as old as he appeared to be, which was certainly on the shady side of the hill.
"Come in you two," Gregory said. I thought he might have a heart attack he was so excited by Deanna's appearance. She had to be less than half his age, but I assumed he was used to that. Deanna shot me a worried glance as I guided her into the foyer of Gregory's mansion.
"I'm just dropping her off," I said as I firmly pushed her forward as she looked at me in a panic. I raised my hand to her to cut off any protest. "I'll pick her up tomorrow at noon." Gregory nodded to me with a solemn look at took Deanna's hand to lead her into his house. As the door closed on them she was looking up at the vaulted ceiling and glancing back over her shoulder at me, looking helpless and gorgeous and sexy as fucking hell. I really got off on delivering her to our first paying customer.
"Client," Rodney said in my head. "We don't have customers, we have clients. Wal-Mart has customers."
Deanna: I was startled that Lewis didn't come with me into Gregory's house. I felt so nervous and alone, but Gregory seemed to be very pleased with my appearance. I wondered what he expected of me as we walked into his tastefully decorated living room.
"Deanna, it is so nice to meet you, I've heard so much about you and none of it did you any justice at all. You are a vision of loveliness." We sat on the sofa and a butler appeared from the door behind me. "What would you like to drink, my dear? Max can make you anything you like."
"Just tonic and lime," I said. I wanted to stay completely sober, just like Lewis and Rodney instructed me.
