It took Karen five days after her encounter with Loren to get serious. She'd run the gamut of emotions from elation to depression, from shame to belligerence after that night. How could she have done it? Wasn't't it wonderful? I never knew sex with a woman could be so exhilarating? What would my friends think? And for money!! Am I a whore? A lesbian whore? She played this game of one woman tennis to the point of exhaustion and she'd arrived at an accommodation, of sorts.
"Fuck it, I'm 56 and if I don't do it now, then when?" she said to herself.
Karen was one of those women who once she had made a decision she following it through to its logical conclusion. She knew she needed a make over. She needed to tone her body, she really wanted to develop her core strength. The thought of Loren's performance with the strapless strap-on still had the capacity to start a tingle between her legs, and she needed, she thought, to be able to do this if she was going to offer her customers an exciting experience and one that also rewarded her. In addition to her core she needed some upper body work if not to fully arrest then to slow the inevitable result of gravity on her ample bosom. Given her earning power she could afford a personal trainer.
"I'll look into that later."
More pressing was her wardrobe. If she was going to become the companion of powerful women, she need to look like them. She reasoned that it would reassure them of her maturity while at the same time not making it obvious to the casual observer that she was anything more than a colleague of her companion. She was impressed by Loren's Jill Sander outfit and decided that would be the look for her. That Sander also shared her interest in girls sealed the deal. She went on line. The girls looked lovely, especially the coloured model with short hair. She wondered if her adventures might include such a woman one day. She'd only been to bed with white women. She rolled through Sander's online offer. An elegant pants suit might be right. Her fee from her night with Loren would buy Sander's latest black tailored trousers. They exposed the wearers ankles and, she thought, mine aren't too bad. So she bought those. A crisp button up the front white shirt and jacket that went with the trousers, it had square shoulders and deep V front that would reveal as much, or as little, of her bosom as she wanted. Understated and elegant. That was the look she wanted.
Karen was pleased with the progress she was making but there was one thing she had not done and it was getting to a problem. She had not shaved herself since the meeting with Loren. Her pubic hair had begun to sprout and it was itchy. She like the shaved look, but it was only dawning on her that she'd need to shave her pussy regularly to keep it from itching. She needed a shower and now was as good a time as any. She stood under the warm fountain and began to relax into the decision she had made. She took a critical look at her body in the mirror, lifted up her tits and let them sag. Her nipples hardened. She washed her ass and pussy with a soapy flannel, all the while looking at herself in the mirror. She found the experience erotic.
"What do I look like when I cum? she thought. What does a client see?"
She began massaging her right breast with her left hand, pinching and pulling her nipple the way she likes her lovers to do it. With the right had she held the hand she started massaging her mound in a circular motion. She could feel her pussy lips swell and faint shocks ripple across them. She looked herself in the eye and continued to rub her pussy, using her middle finger to part her lips and seek out her clit. Rhythmically here finger went round and round in ever decreasing circles, grazing her clit on every pass, and with every contact the wave of ecstasy within her began to rise. Looking at herself, Karen could see that she had a slight Mona Lisa smile on her face as her sexual pleasure increased. As the wave rose higher she pulled her nipple to hurting point, let it go and pulled at it again. She found the mixture of pain and pleasure increased her orgasm which by now was nearing its climax. She held her gaze as at that moment her knees nearly buckled and she let out a guttural groan of sublime pleasure. She hugged herself and ran her palm between her legs, squeezing the last jolt of pleasure out of her now very wet pussy. She looked up at herself and smiled.
"I'm going to enjoy getting good at this," she thought.
Delightful as the masturbation was she also knew she was only deferring the inevitable and, sitting on the edge of the bath, she reached for shaver. She'd found some shaving cream that her late husband used to use, he flashed back to her when she inhaled its spicy aroma. If he only knew, she thought. Karen applied a liberal amount of the cream first to the right side of her pussy and carefully began to run the disposable razor through the foam. Touching herself like this was curiously erotic as well. It was fortunate that her labia were still swollen as this made the shaving easier. She was soon finished and moved to the left side.
"I wonder if I can get this done professionally?" she thought, and made a mental note to find out.
As Karen was getting ready her phone rang. She didn't recognise the number. A frisson of excitement gripped her.
"Yes," she said.
There was a woman at the other end. She was coming to town on business and a friend of hers had suggested she give Karen a call. She would have a free night next Tuesday and wondered if Karen might like to join her for dinner.
"I'd be delighted, Lisa," Karen said, resisting the temptation to ask who it was who recommended her.
The other woman asked Karen about her fee and Karen said to her what she had said to Loren.
"I don't have a fee," she said, "I prefer to leave it to my companions to decide if I deserve compensation."
The woman expressed surprise telling her she thought she was awfully trusting.
"Well, trust forms a large part of what I do," Karen said enigmatically.
*
Her date with Lisa was five days away. She had got a recommendation for a personal trainer from her granddaughter.
"Dex, she's full on, takes no shit, and is not into guys," Judith told her.
Sounds good to me, Karen thought, a woman after my own heart.
The next morning Dex arrived at 10 am sharp. She was five foot ten, slim, narrow-hipped androgynous, could have passed for a boy in the dark if the light wasn't on her breasts. Her hair was very short and she wore a black ring on her thumb.
Karen welcomed her to the apartment.
"What do you need from me", Dex said after she'd told her her hourly rate. "I've squeezed you in. So this will have to be quick."
Karen, shifted in her seat.
"Great bedside manner," she thought.
"Well?", said Dex.
Karen took a deep breath.
"I need to get my body into shape. I want to be leaner and firmer all round. I also really want to develop core strength."
She hoped she wouldn't have to tell her why.
"Ok," said Dex. "Let's see what you've got. Take off your clothes and let me get a better look at you."
Karen was slightly surprised. She's barely met this girl and already she's getting her kit off for her. She started with the blouse and then the skirt and stopped, a little self-consciously. Dex just looked at her as if say, well, get on with it. So Karen stepped out of her pumps, pulled one strap of her bra down then the other and rotated the garment so she could unhook it. She dropped the bra on the floor.
"Panties?" she asked. Dex just met her gaze.
"What do you think? she said.
Dex just stood there examining her body like a mechanic would the parts of an engine. Karen could feel her eyes evaluate her breasts, her belly, her pudenda, thighs and legs. Dex asked her to turn and she could feel those same clinical eyes on her ass and legs. She heard her move towards her and she turned.
"Keep looking strait ahead," Dex commanded. Karen obeyed.
She felt Dex behind her and then she jolted. The woman had placed her hands under Karen's bosoms and appeared to be weighing them.
"I'm evaluating the extent of the sag in your boobs," Dex said. "It's a couple of inches, by my reckoning."
She removed her hands, lightly grazing Karen's tumescent nipples.
"You could get a boob lift to reverse some, but probably not all of that, but exercise won't reverse it. But we can do some exercises to give you more support and they firm things up a little."
Karen, by the stage was facing her. Dex squatted down and started kneading her thighs.
