When Karen had gotten home after her encounter with Erika she immediately put the envelope Erika had left for her with the money and the note in the top drawer of her desk. She was confused (when has she not been since she began this new life) and distracted. She'd taken off all her clothes and was wearing a silk gown. She put on Biber's Marian Vespers, sonatas for solo violin, and tried to meld with the violin, as she reclined on the lounge. She concentrated hard on the music and she felt herself relax and her mind slow down. Soon she drifted into a not unpleasant half sleep.
She awoke with a start. It was her work phone ringing insistently. It was early afternoon.
"Yes'", she said a little blearily. "This is Karen."
"Hi, I was wondering if you might be free tomorrow night," said the woman on the other end of the phone. She sounded quite young.
"And who might you be, my dear?" Karen said with a slight edge to the 'my dear'.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My name Kylie. I heard about you from a friend of a friend. You came highly recommended."
"Flattery will get you everywhere", thought Karen and smiled.
"That's nice to hear," she said neutrally.
"Well, so, are you free?" Kylie said.
"I might be. What did you have in mind, dear?" Karen wasn't making it easy.
"I'm visiting New York with my husband and we thought we might be able to have some fun together."
"Your husband?"
"Eddie likes to watch me with another woman."
Karen didn't like the sound of that.
"Just watch? Does he take photos? Does he participate?"
"Only with your approval."
"Only with my approval," Karen muttered. "well I certainly approve of photos. So tell me more about both. How old are you?"
"I'm 28 and Eddie is 30. He's in IT and I'm an academic."
"Aren't I a bit old for you?"
"I like older women. And, as I said, you have got very good reviews."
'Who the fuck has this woman been talking to?'' Karen thought, closely followed by, "I hope she doesn't have mommy issues."
"If, and I say, if, we proceed it has to be on the following basis. Mike can observe but he keeps his distance. What he does on his own is his business but I need upfront agreement that there will be no photography or video of our evening."
"We can agree to that." Kylie said. "Could you come to our hotel room tomorrow at nine?"
"No," said Karen, offended at being treated like a common hooker. "I don't work like that with my companions. You meet me downstairs in the bar, we have a conversation and drink and we take it from there."
"That's different," said Kylie.
Karen was already having second thoughts.
"Eddie and I will see you there at nine sharp tomorrow night. How will I recognize you?"
"Send me a photo of you and I'll signal when I see you."
"Ok," Kylie said. "What about your fee?"
Karen gulped. She never talked money. Her 'rewards' were rising steadily. But she objected to being asked to name a figure, so she thought aim high-- all she can do is say no.
"Your situation is a little unusual what with Eddie being there, Kylie, so I think a suitable fee, as you call it, would five thousand... in advance."
Karen was waiting for Kylie to hang up, laugh, or even abuse her but all she could hear was some mumbling in the background. And then Kylie came back onto the phone.
"That's a pretty high sum, Karen, but we can do that."
"See you tomorrow night then," Karen said and hung up.
"What the fuck am I doing?" Karen thought.
Her phone pinged, and pinged and pinged again. Kylie had sent some photos. She had lovely wavy chestnut hair that sat above her shoulders, prominent cheekbones, lovely skin, a full pouty mouth and the greenest of green eyes. "Photoshopped?" wondered Karen. She was very beautiful. In the other two photos she was partially naked. Karen could see that she was slim and had the sweetest little bust, perfectly formed, nipples proud, and probably an A or B cup size.
"I guess I can say I did it once," a line with which she comforted herself. She yawned and stretched. She wasn't in the mood anymore for Biber. Her thoughts returned to Erika.
"She had called me a whore," thought Karen, "and here I am making a date with a woman and a man without even the veneer of a dinner or concert to disguise my intent. Yet, what an interesting person Erika is."
Their shared interest in music delighted her. She read books, was attractive, and seemed to be kind. She looked over to the desk and its top drawer with Erika's money in it. She wasn't going to touch it. That account was not yet settled.
The next day was full of preparation for the evening's encounter with Kylie. Karen spent three hours in intensive Pilates--she had bought herself a reformer--working on her core strength. Pilates had worked wonder for her figure; she had the flattest stomach she had ever had, although the was no denying that her 50 year old skin had lost its tension. Her boobs still sagged but not as much (was she kidding herself, she wondered?) and they certainly looked in good condition. She would often give them a deep rub with a good skin scream. She looked down to her pussy and felt it. There were signs of just a little hair growth so she decided to give herself a quick shave. It was rather pleasant and she considered jilling herself but decided against it until thoughts of Erika flooded her consciousness and she pinched her right nipple and started drawing figure eights on her wet labia. She came quickly and shallowly and came down with a thud. "That wasn't much fun."
As for her outfit Karen had decided she wan't going in a big brand name dress; she was aiming at smart casual. She wondered if she could go without wearing any underwear. She'd not done that before. Could she? She had a form hugging pair of designer jeans, a crisp linen shirt which, if she went braless, she could wear with three buttons open, and a leather jacket. It was made by Gucci and had cost her husband, Mike, a fortune when he bought it ten years ago, and it fitted her... sort of. Heads certainly turned when she wore it. To complete the ensemble she had ankle boots with three inch heals, and her favourite Ferragamo handbag that was big enough for her phone, strapless strap on, and billfold. Her perfume was Channel 5--an old fashioned fragrance, but not commonly worn, and therefore different.
She got to the hotel five minutes before the appointed hour and sat, not at the bar, but at a table in the shadows. Right on time Kylie appeared. She was striding across the foyer, alert. Karen waved at her when Kylie looked in her direction. Kylie smiled, one of those 1000 watt smiles some women are capable of, and walked toward Karen, who was getting up from her seat to meet her.
"No, no, no, sit Karen," she said and she extended her hand. "I am Kylie," (then sotto voce) "your date for tonight."
Karen beamed back at her and exhaled. "Maybe this will go well," she thought.
