Chapter 9
More than just a job and not all just dirty talk, Malcolm makes June a proposition.
"There's nothing that you can do for me that I can't do for myself, June."
"There's nothing I can do for you? I don't understand," she said looking at him. "Unless you're a contortionist and have a blowup doll at home, I can think of a couple of things that I can do for you that you aren't able to do for yourself," she said with a laugh.
"Point taken," said Malcolm laughing too. "Actually, pillow talk but without actually having sex does it for me. I can't get enough of dirty talk. I enjoy asking women what they've done and who they've done it with. I like knowing what their most embarrassing situations were, such as, if they were caught undressing or masturbating, if they lost a bikini top at the beach or someone was peeping on them through their bedroom window. I love knowing what turns them on and what makes them horny. I enjoy them telling me about what they think about when masturbating."
When he looked over at her, she removed any judgment from her face and accepted him for who he was, a horny, lonely, untrusting, big, black man.
"Being that you're so specific about your fetish, it certainly sounds like you know what you want," said June. "Only, other than you masturbating yourself while thinking about all that women told you about their most embarrassing experiences and what they think about while masturbating, just talking about sex and not having sex doesn't sound so sexually fulfilling to me. After they disclose what they've done and who they've done it with, after they tell you their most embarrassing experience, and after they confess what turns them on and what they masturbate about, the next progression would be having sex with them."
"Unfortunately, other than with a prostitute, there aren't many women who are comfortable freely talking about their sexual past, especially to a stranger. There's always that false premise that women are supposed to be pure and innocent. Conversely, from all the woman I've known, including my beloved sister, dear, departed, Lucille," said Malcolm bowing his head and signing himself. "Just as much of a sexual animal as are men, most women are sluts."
"And most men are pigs," said June with a laugh. "We're all human, Malcolm. We all have needs, wants, and desires," said June not wanting to be classified as a slut even though being paid to dress the way she was dressed and willing to do what was expected of her deemed her a slut.
"Maybe they feel guilty for what they did in the past and, in the way of holding up a mirror of shame to their face, they don't want to discuss what they did with someone who may be in their future. Maybe they think I'd think them a slut or a whore and, no doubt, I would. Most women think it odd that I want to know what they did sexually anyway. Perhaps they think if we were to develop a relationship, I'd throw it up in their face one day and, probably, one day, I would. That's why I pay Larry to find me someone for the privilege of having an arousing, erotic conversation."
"I see," said June looking at him with interest. "So let me get this straight. With all the women that Larry supplied you with, you just talk to them? You never touched them? They never touched you? You didn't have any sex with any of them?"
"I know it may sound odd and I may have told you or suggested differently to you, but it was all just talk, June, along with a bit of peeping, if they flashed me. Sadly and unfortunately for me, believe it or not, there aren't very many women who know how to correctly and seductively flash a man."
"What do you mean?" As if she was Sharon Stone in the movie, Basic Instinct, June turned more in her car seat to face Malcolm while slowly and seductively crossing her legs to flash him her panty.
"So much more erotically exciting, I prefer a woman who can make her flashes appear accidental. I love leaving a woman while scratching my head and wondering if she flashed me accidentally or on purpose. Maybe it's something that dates back to my childhood in seeing up skirts and down blouses of my mother, sisters, aunts, and cousins, but it sexually excites me to see something that I wasn't supposed to see. Seeing an up skirt flash of panty or an up nightgown flash of a pussy, or seeing a down blouse view of a bra or a down nightgown flash of a breast is more erotically arousing than seeing a woman standing before me naked."
"Wow," said June. "I understand what you're saying but, if given the choice, I don't think there'd be many men who'd pick an up skirt flash or down blouse view over seeing a naked woman."
"Unfortunately, being that most prostitutes have been sexually abused, even a prostitute may be reluctant to talk about their past sexual encounters with me. Most think me weird for wanting to know what they did with their Johns," said Malcolm shrugging his big shoulders. "I don't like women who can't talk about what they've done and who they've been with sexually. If they can't openly talk about sex, too secretive and probably hiding something, then they can't be trusted."
"Not all women, even prostitutes are comfortable talking about sex, Malcolm," said June.
"Precisely my point, June. To be honest, so long as they're classy and not slutty, I like whores who enjoy being a prostitute, those who aren't shy, embarrassed, or uncomfortable talking about sex and about their past, personal, sexual experiences." He made eye contact with her and smiled. "I'm surprised that Larry never told you what I like?"
"Apparently, from our conversation now, I don't think Larry even knows what you like. Otherwise he would have told me upfront that you like to talk about sex and to listen to a woman talk about sex rather than having sex," said June with some rejection. "Honestly, I was surprised that someone who's as good looking and as much of a manly man as you is just a talker and not a doer." June looked down and marveled at how small her hand was in his before looking up to make eye contact with him. "Listen Malcolm, I know you paid Larry $2,500 for my services and I feel obligated that I should give you something to—"
"What we're doing now, openly and honestly talking while holding hands, is what I like to do, June. Besides, with you dressed the way you're dressed, with your blouse unbuttoned enough that I can see your cleavage, your bra and a bit of your titties, and with your skirt raised high enough to flash me your panty is enough sexual stimulation for me."
"What else, Malcolm? Surely, just dirty talk isn't enough to get you off," said June removing her hand from his and hoping not to frighten the big man by running a slow hand along his muscular thigh. "Surely, in addition to talking, you enjoy having sex with a woman, don't you?"
He stared down at her hand before looking up at her. As if he was a fly and she was a spider, he was already trapped in her web.
"I go home and take care of that business myself," he said looking at all that she was showing and seemingly a bit uncomfortable confessing that he preferred masturbating himself to having sex with women. "If you'd like to do something for me, June--"
"Yes, I would, Malcolm. Tell me what you want. Anything and I'd be happy to sexually satisfy you," she said running a slow tongue over her lips while placing her hand on his bulge.
Malcolm stared at all that June was showing. He stared up her skirt at her panty and he stared down her blouse at her bra. He seemed content just looking until he asked to see more.
"If I could see a little more up your skirt, see your panty, your pussy mound, and your pussy slit, and see a bit more down your blouse, more of your cleavage, your bra, and part of the top of your tit, that will help the process along for me to recall when I'm masturbating over you later."
June went a bit overboard in her attempt to sexually please him. With a foot planted on his massive thigh, she spread her legs, lifted up her short skirt to her waist and, with a hand beneath her skirt, pulled her panty to the side to expose her smoothly shaved pussy. With him staring at her exposed panty and pussy lips, she unbuttoned another button of her blouse and pulled her bra down enough to expose most of her breasts and her areolas and nipples.
She watched him staring from her tits to her pussy and from her pussy to her tits. She was as aroused showing him her tits and pussy as she hoped he'd be aroused seeing them. A sexy game of erotic exhibitionism and voyeurism, living the life of the bored, unhappy housewife and busy mother, she never sexually played with anyone, not even her husband during their dating and early married days. With her sexual attraction to him taking a back seat to his fetish, putting an active sex relationship on the back burner for now, she was happy to play his game of dirty, pillow talking. Even though he was yet to touch her, feel her, and undress her, he made her feel sexy. He made her feel wicked. He made her wet.
"How's that?"
Malcolm looked at her as if she had just insulted him.
"No, sorry, that doesn't do it for me," he said crushing her with embarrassment.
"Sorry," she said removing her foot from his leg.
She fixed her panty and put her tits back in her bra while thinking that he thought the worst of her for so shamelessly exposing herself to him. No doubt, now he must think of her as a slut even though she's playing the role of one sitting there with him in the backseat of his car with the little that she's wearing.
"Don't get me wrong, June. I'm not rejecting you. That's not it at all. You're a very beautiful and desirable woman and I appreciate your effort to please me," he said with a smile. "As I tried explaining to you before, I like seeing something that I'm not supposed to see. The hint of something is more exciting than seeing a woman naked. It's real good if I see something by accident, even if it's an accidentally on purpose flash."
"I see," she said with some disappointment that she was unable to sexually excite him.
"A flash of panty when a woman crosses her legs to get more comfortable or a peek down a blouse when she's leaning forward to rifle through her purse is what fills my mind with the visuals that I need to masturbate over later. Always wanting to see more and imagining later that I did, I prefer an erotic tease instead of a flagrant display."
"Then, I don't understand," she said suddenly feeling like Julia Roberts ridiculously dressed as prostitute, Vivian Ward, in Pretty Woman. "If you don't like all that I'm showing, why am I wearing this ridiculously revealing outfit? Why did Larry tell me to shave my pubic hair, wear extra makeup with bright, red lipstick, and put my hair in pigtails?"
"He did? Larry told you to do that? He went so far as to tell you what to wear? He told you to dress like this? I don't believe it. I don't believe him." Malcolm roared laughing. "What you look like now is the type of woman that Larry likes? He likes the young, dumb, 18-year-old, bubblegum chewing girls instead of an older, intelligent, and more mature woman."
"Do you want a piece of bubblegum?" She reached in her purse and pulled out a piece. "Larry told me that you like women who chew bubblegum," she said with a laugh.
