After my beautiful friend who had prostituted her body for the last two weekends left on Sunday, I had a severe case of mixed emotions. On the one hand, I hoped that she would make her marriage work, and remain my best friend. This was by far the most sensible option, if for no other reason, her safety. On the other hand I was very obviously getting unbelievable pleasure from having her as my lover, but realised that I was far too old to keep her new found sexual appetite satisfied.
It was a very peculiar week for me; she said she would not phone, so I tried to settle back into my familiar rut from which I had been so surprisingly removed from recently. The final two chapters of 'We own a legal brothel' had appeared on the site, but my web interest was with what was appearing in her inbox.
As the week progressed she received an e-mail from all four of her friends from the weekend. She had left her phone switched to a message telling anyone to mail her. The first message was from Bob, he knew she was not working but just said thank you for the experiences and for her to contact as soon as she was available. Dave (SUV) wanted her to get in touch as soon as she was able and the other Dave mailed to say he wanted a full 2 hour session so he could try her ass, even her quickie mailed apologising for the bite and asking for a full 2 hour session.
She was obviously good at giving the full 'escort' service, every single one of her punters was hooked and wanted repeats, I wondered if they would be lucky. I did, as expected have to wait until mid morning on Saturday for my beautiful friend to come around. When she arrived she looked absolutely fabulous, high beige stiletto boots sticking out from under flared blue jeans. A tight black jumper and a white light leather jacket, the overall effect was smart yet sexy.
She greeted me with a lovely cuddle and said "I have missed you my very good friend, before we talk any more I must tell you that I have made no final decision yet. I have had a few 'chats' with hubby, at least my bruises got his attention on Sunday but as yet no resolution of our problems. At the moment we are sleeping in separate bedrooms but I am giving him another week to think things through."
I put my arm around her waist and took her into my lounge. "That's fine entirely up to you how long you take, think it through as much as you can but remember your happiness is the only important consideration. As I am relegated, at least for the time being to just a good friend back to rule one – my equipment stays where it is although your appearance has already had the usual effect."
"Good boy, it is probably best for both of us if we leave it like that for this weekend. I have had a little decoration done as discussed but I think if we leave them out of the way for today that will be best in the long run. When the decision is final, you will definitely get a look and more than likely much more than that."
"Talking as I was about making holes in my nipples, I read your last chapter, that was gross, I am very glad that your fantasy for me, as opposed to Nevada Chantal, was only my barbells. Overall though, all twelve chapters were a very good read, and I have had, and given myself, a lot of enjoyment reading them."
I said giving her a little kiss on the ear, "My fantasy for you doesn't actually exclude some more work on the boobs, although almost perfect, I am sure your customers would like a little more volume to play with."
She gave me a sulky look. "Talking of my gentlemen how many has been back in touch, I should hope at least a couple have?"
"Everyone that shared your pleasure last weekend are very eager to do so again, your four 'friends' have all left e-mails for you."
That got a real smile on her face and she said "Oh, Your maybe, maybe not whore, is quite good, once I give anyone a sample they are hooked. Four guys at two hours each that's £800, it would not take me long to earn enough for your suggestion of giving these a little more weight." With this she held her boobs in both hands and wiggled them in my face. "If you slip your hand under my jumper you may find something to have a quick play with – be gentle though they are not properly healed yet."
Well, although knowing that that was a silly idea for my, and her, self control, I willingly accepted the invitation. I slipped my hand up along her soft belly, onto her even softer breast and found that the nipple did indeed have some decoration. I gently took the tip of the nipple between finger and thumb, but Chantal jumped and pulled away saying "Sorry darling, that was a silly idea, I must go now, and I will phone you later in the week."
I apologised and asked if they were still sore, her reply was more interesting "Soreness was not the problem, it felt far too nice, another few seconds and we would have been naked; sorry I must go." With that she grabbed her coat, and quickly left the house, just blowing me a farewell kiss.
Well although it was a brief visit it was nice to see her, although I was still left not knowing where things were going - frustrating in more ways than one. My suspense was maintained, she did not telephone on Sunday or Monday but early on Tuesday evening, I saw her number appear on my caller display.
"Hello my pimp and lover, this is your whore calling if you are not busy I would like to come over and see you?" I reacted like a teenager again and rushed around tidying up both the house and myself. But before I had achieved very much she was at the door. She was dressed more as whore than lover, pointed black stiletto's with four inch heels, short, but not indecent, black leather skirt and red silky blouse tied to show her bare midriff.
