A Fucing Investment

Chapter 7

Blond Ambition and Eve

Upon returning to my house in Holdingsfield, I found plenty to keep me busy. The profiles of the membership were constantly being updated. My tour of the country with M'bara demanded my full attention. Spending the spare time I had inventing ways to excite her and stimulate her had cut into my study time and now I was behind. So I studied the profiles, arranged the information looking for the 'right ' way in, the access I could use for each of the remaining women. We had to designate the next move and I thought I found one and then slept on it for several nights. Tuesday night, I got a call from Crowley, the old crow. I had sent him a quick thought about setting up an escort service and he had concurred that the idea had merit. I gave him the new order of business which set his agenda for the next few weeks. But he is proactive, a good employee.

"Boss, I have had several inquiries about your escort service, the Prince is, shall we say, talkative? These people are serious. One of them was a woman who shall remain nameless whose son is turning eighteen and she wants get him a proper birthday present. She thinks a blond and a black woman would be just the thing. Several men are asking for a travel companion while they are in the country doing business and I have two or three politicians asking for discreet weekends." Crowley laughed, his voice scraping out of him like the complaint of twisting metal. "Think of what happens when we advertise!"

I dismissed that idea because I wanted it to be discreet. "Foil," I said, "the discreet feat."

Crowley was silent for a moment, then he said, "Foil. Touché, the discreet feat." He rumbled.

He knew what I was saying, we had a simpatico about things like this; we needed a name, a label under which to operate. I immediately liked it. "I'll think about it." I said. Liza had said something about an escort service and I had been pondering her comment. It was the conclusion she jumped to and she may not be the first or the last. The fact was that having all these women working off their debt with only me would likely kill me. I simply could not be the only prick in the picture. On the other hand, could I get them to agree to work their debts off with other people? I could not manage them myself and I certainly could not have Crowley or indeed anyone from my company do it or the cat would be out of the bag and I would never find out who the Chair of the board was.

Then Liza called; she and Valerie wanted to come over and 'settle up' as she said it. So they arrived that Thursday morning and we sat down and they presented me with their fuck diaries, running accounts of each 'billable sex act' they had performed and the value they assigned to each, individually and together.

The accounting was quite impressive and by the time we were well into it, I figured I would be giving them more credit before they left. Never was accounting so interesting as when you are forced to count billable blow jobs and if the groping of pussy and ass by three men in an elevator was billable or just fringe benefits. Liza was surprisingly organized and between them, they had a total of about eighteen thousand dollars in sexual favors itemized to bill to the Prince. I found nothing to quibble about. I doubted he would. He bragged about a fifty thousand dollar fuck so our rates were more than competitive.

When we finished, I sat in thought, wondering about how to manage the situation, how to broach the idea of an escort service with these women and their roles in such service.

"Mr. Gale," Liza began and then stopped. "Look, I have been thinking about what you are doing and it is great but, Mr. Gale, I do not want to insult you but you are never going to be able to collect on these contracts if you do it all yourself. Twenty-women? All laying down for you and trying to work off their debt one blowjob at a time? It is impossible. You are great but not that great."

I started to respond but Liza held up her hand.

"Val and I were talking and frankly, we had a great time with the Prince, once you got him straightened out. He wants people to think he is really kinky but what he wants is to see his friends having fun. He gave us to his friends and several of the guys . . . "

" . . . and gals." Val interjected.

" . . . who worked for him. He was always trying to get us to eat the waitresses that served us food at the restaurants—as the tip, you understand. But that is beside the point. He likes things, perhaps a little darker but he was very respectful after you settled things for him and was very content with us." She blushed. "He even gave us some 'walking around money'." Liza glanced at Val and they nodded together. "Three thousand each." She said.

I extended my hand. "That money is mine." I said softly.

Liza blushed more deeply and Val joined her. "It's gone." She whispered. "We took an afternoon and went shopping. My gawd it had been a long time since I just splurged on myself like that! It was wonderful and when we got back, the Prince tore off our clothing and fucked us both because we looked so good!"

I shrugged. "Add it to your balances." I said firmly.

"But it was ours! Our tips!" Val protested softly.

Liza held up her hand. "No. He is right. Our bodies are his and he should be paid for letting us have what we had."

Val pouted a little.

"Half." I relented. "We split such proceeds evenly." I wanted to shrug and write it all off but I had learned that generosity in business leads to profligate liberality and an unrestrained sense of entitlement—give a little and they take a lot. Rules define the cost of employees and this was no exception. But this was more than an employer-employee relationship. Half seemed workable.

Both nodded.

"But that is not what I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Gale. You are fabulous but you will never get your value from us if you have to collect it all yourself unless you raise these values. I calculated that it could take you fifteen years if you had one of us each night use this rate schedule even though the week with the Prince rather accelerated the process. I do not think anyone is going to want to be on the hook for fifteen years. So Val and I were talking and we think you should do this for all of us. You know, organize it. With your connections, I bet we could make your investment back in a hurry! I could manage it for you because you are going to need to continue recruiting. If you bring us the appointments, Val and I could take care of everything for you!" Liza rattled this out in a rush, barely taking a breath.

Both women stared at me, tension evident on their faces.

I was shocked. This seemed so impossibly easy, it had to be a mirage. I must be dreaming, I thought. For a moment, I was suspicious; my idea was coming out of their mouths. Not really, though because I actually heard the idea from Liza before, so this was just a follow up to her initial suspicions. But then I remembered the basic tenet of sales, always take 'yes' for an answer and quit talking. Till that moment, I had not really considered selling these women seriously. But the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. "No drugs. No violence. Just basic sex, a good time; we are not catering to anyone's anything except the lack of mind blowing sex. I will let customers know that orgasms are required to have a return engagement. If they do not win your accolades, they get no call back. You know, don't call us, we'll call you? A call service but backwards to the norm. We only want those who give and seek the best."

The two women nodded soberly. "We could have clients fill out surveys and we could do the same. Clients with a high enough grade could be retained." Val said thoughtfully. "I can do that. Simple spread sheets to keep track."

"No exchange of money. That is illegal. We'll, you'll find a way to add-bill them. Everyone wins." I added. I was going to need a business setup to run the cash through. Sharon could handle that and fit it into the real estate acquisition.

"Consulting fees." Val added.

"We need a name." I hesitated, reluctant to suggest that I had already been thinking about precisely this. "How about 'Foil! Touché, the discreet feat.' What do you think?"

Val and Liza glanced at each other. "Shit, Mr. Gale, that is much better than ours."

"What was your idea?" I asked.

"Trick and treat, the Halloween escort service."

"Too seasonal," Liza said. "I like that, Foil!"

Val sighed. "Fine, what is a foil!"

Liza beamed. "It is a sword but a very bendable, flexible sword. It has a great deal of élan with it. Very sophisticated."

"You mean like Zorro uses? I am not sure you want to advertise sex for hire with 'bendable' and 'flexible' associated with the idea, do you?"

I shrugged. "The people I will be sending you are not likely to be concerned about such things. You all will be arm-candy who put out and who do not look like it. The problem with most hookers is that they look like hookers. This will allow people to find the right woman for the occasion."

"But we can fulfill some fantasies, right?" Val asked. "That is part of the appeal, right?"

Liza and I both nodded. "I think we take their requests and send them a surprise. Picking a woman is too tawdry for most people of the type I think we would appeal to." Both women nodded soberly. I was thinking about taking them to the bedroom when the phone rang. I answered it and my plans changed.

"This is Eve."

"Hello Eve." Valerie and Liza both looked up at me, raising their eyebrows.

"Where have you been? I have called every day and gotten no answer."

"I went to sleep, that is where I have been. I had a very tiring but productive trip."

"Well, I need you." Eve said, a sharpness in her voice.

"Glad to hear it. I am happy to accommodate you. Where and when."

Eve snapped her lips. "I am not offering myself to you. You agreed to serve as my surrogate husband. Remember?"

"Yes." I didn't remember but now I did. "Shallow, right?"

"Yes. She has been here three days and insists on staying till you get home. Can I tell her you'll be home tonight and we can have dinner?"

"You mean when your husband gets home?"

"Of course that's what I mean." Eve was positively snappish. While I think she hoped that she could use me as wealthy people are in the habit of using the less fortunate, I think somewhere in her baser consciousness, she feared that she may be toying with something more than a pliable cock which is a bad expression. "We could meet you at the Astoria Steak Emporium tonight. Would you be available?"

I watched Liza and Val sitting at the table and mentally shrugged. They seemed comfortable with their positions, that is, working off their debts on their backs so there was no hurry about fucking either of them. I liked variety but familiarity breeds contempt. Foil could wait. "Sure. What time?"

"Seven."

The phone went dead in my hand. I hung up and returned to the table. "I have an appointment I must get ready for. " I said. "I do want to find out what you all learned from the Prince but I am afraid I must get ready. I want to work out and shower before I go." I did not mention I did not want to be fucked out before I reported for unfaithful husband duty.

Val held up a hand. "Before we go, we need to clarify something. Liza keeps fucking my husband."

"He keeps asking me too."

"Yeah, no doubt, but you are expecting to move that off your account and add it onto mine, right?" Val pressed.

Liza blushed a little and shrugged. "Well . . . "

"No dice." I said. "Liza, your ass is mine. If you are fucking around without my say so, it goes on your account, in detail. If it is with tiny Ted, then it goes on Val's account as well. Anytime he fucks any of my women, it goes on your account, Val. Do you understand?"

Val nodded.

"And you, Liza. If you fuck anyone, it goes on your account as sport fucking which means you are giving away what is mine which means you owe me for that. If I request that you fuck someone, as I did that one time with Ted, then it comes off your account. But if you do it for him or on your own, it is a credit to your account. Any questions?" I knew I could not enforce this code, it would be the honor system but the idea had merit, even if it was up to them to 'fess up.

Both women shook their heads. They packed up laptops and left. I did work out but not hard, just enough to put a swell in my muscles since I expected I would be using them that night. I arrived about 20 minutes late, by design and parked my own car. I wanted the women settled and past their first drink. When I spied Eve, I could see she needed more than one drink. Her face was set and tense, slightly bowed so that she looked at the world through her eyebrows, which made her look both formidable and brooding.

Everything the woman she sat with about the woman said sex or 'fuck me and I will fuck you'. There was no back down in her blue eyes. Her pale blond hair hung straight and long. She was fetching, with translucent white skin, completely clear and smooth. Her lips were rich and lush and she smiled as I approached, watching me even when she did not yet know me, a knowing look in her eyes. It said 'I know you want me,' without any suggestion that I could have her. She wore a sparsely cut pink dress with white embroidery, sleeveless and with a low neckline revealing her fine, porcelain breasts nearly to the nipples, showing skin to just below her belly button so that the skin was visible from her neck all the way down. A small gold chain held the two sides together. The front was straight, molded and held away from her body by apparently very, firm, quite formidable breasts. She looked like a heroine—or villain—out of a comic book. Her shoulders where small and narrow or perhaps her large breasts made them look that way. She had a small nose and high cheeks. Her neck was long and aquiline, graceful in line and curve.

I arrived at the table and stood still and silent for too long before the brooding Eve noticed me. She smiled a frosty smile and said, "Here he is. John, this is my dearest friend from University, Paula Imperial."

Paula extended a hand and I took it, thinking of kissing it but then demurred and shook it. Her hand was small, delicate. She moved slowly, with an unhurried grace that was . . . imperious. She had noblesse oblige oozing from her pores with the emphasis more on her nobility and less on her obligation.

"Enchanted, John," Paula said. "But call me Shallow. Everyone does."

I nodded. "Very well, Swallow it is." I sat down.

Eve was glaring at me. "Not 'swallow', John. Shallow."

I cocked my head. "Ah, yes, of course. Shallow. But it could be 'swallow', right?" I grinned but neither woman shared the fun. I felt like I had just farted at a funeral. They both had that manner, that way of looking at you which was a mixture of Olympics gymnastics judge and entomologist. I was a rare oriental wasp about to be pinned. Nobody trusts a giggly Olympics judge, hence the saying 'sober as a judge.'

"Have you girls ordered?" I asked and the evening began. Both drank heavily and I paced myself, wondering at the clear animosity which clung to the occasion like a cloying perfume, so thick that it choked normal discourse in favor of getting a good, deep breath. Midway through the entrée, Eve's phone rang and she answered it to discover that a dear friend's daughter had overdosed and was in danger of death at the local hospital. Her friend needed a ride to the hospital.

"Do you want me to drive you?" I asked, which I thought was perfectly natural for a loving husband to do.

Eve shot me daggers. "No. John, you know how Natalie hates you. Your presence would just make things worse. Shallow, darling, I am so sorry. I really must go. I will call you in the morning. John can drive you back to the hotel. John, darling, please walk me out."

I did so. Outside at the valet stand, waiting for her car, Eve took me by the arm and leaned close, wavering. She had drunk too much to drive but as her unfaithful husband, that was not my problem. "That woman is insufferable. She is out to seduce us both. She made me go down on her yesterday and then she got to me this afternoon. Now she wants you. Be careful. I think there is something else in her twisted little mind." The car arrived. Eve presented me her lips and I kissed her, hard. She sighed into my mouth while the wine fumes wafted into my nostrils from hers. Her mouth opened and she groaned as I pressed my advantage, her body molding against mine like a new lover. She broke the kiss but only after keeping the valet waiting for a good minute. She regarded me with her serious blue eyes and then winked at me. "Go get her, Tiger. And thank you." She squeezed my hand. I held on for a moment. "Fuck her. Fuck her good!" Eve hissed and was gone.

I stood and watched her drive away. She did not hit a light post so it was a good start at any rate. I returned to the table, looking back and seeing clearly that Swallow, er Shallow could have seen us at the valet station. Good thing we kissed like we did if the charade was to actually work. I had doubts.

Shallow was done eating and propped her proper chin on her hand and watched me as I finished my meal. "I gather my dear friend Eve has discussed the details of our past acquaintance?"

"You mean your penchant for fucking everyone else's boyfriends because you were a repressed dyke?"

Her ruby red lips made a little 'oh' and her eyes twinkled. I could see the game change in her eyes. I was not going to be some blushing school boy, lured into the spider's web or a lustful, wayward husband struggling to remain true. The measuring predatory look morphed into something which could have been actual interest. I thought a good rogering was just what the woman needed and that meant we had to establish right from the beginning who was mounting whom.

"She said I was a dyke?" Shallow asked.

I shrugged. "No. I extrapolated. You do not fuck for fun. You fuck for friction. I bet there is nothing you like better than kissing the wife of a man you just fucked, knowing you just had his cock stuffed in your mouth."

The woman actually colored. Her pale skin turned a cozy pink but her eyes were not embarrassed, they were dark and set, like pinholes, the natural blue darkened. If her irises got any smaller her eyes would have been all white. She did not speak. She bowed her head and then looked up at me. The color was gone and she was smiling, still a bit thinly but still a smile and her eyes had relaxed into a more human appearance. "I do give good head. Care to try?"

"Try? You mean you are still practicing?"

Her eyes contracted again.

I chuckled deep in my chest. "I have Eve, the best little cocksucker in the land. Why would I put my cock in the mouth of a woman who has gargled more chlorine than an Olympic diver? And second best at that."

The woman colored again. This time she bowed her head and was quiet for several minutes. The waiter came and I ordered a decadent chocolate desert. When it came and the waiter had gone, Paula looked like she was going to say something but I forestalled her, lying my hand on the table. "Listen, girl, we know all about your proclivities. You fuck the husbands of your friends, just to see if you can or to humiliate them or to see if they will take a gun and put you out of your depressed misery. I do not care why. What I care about is one simple thing. Can you fuck and is there something I can offer you that will make you come more than you have ever come." I took a bite of the flourless tort. It was great! "Paula, I am not interested in bullshitting you or Eve. This is a set up. Nat's daughter would never be so stupid as to overdose on coke and if she did, she would call Edwin and not Natalie. She is sending me back to your hotel with you with the expectation that I am going to fuck you. We'll see. I only fuck people who can kiss me and make my toes curl. Bad kisser, you can take your left hand to bed and let that be enough. Now, are you going to drop the routine and be a woman? Or are you going to keep the hooker act going and see how far it gets you?"