Courtesan

This is the eighteenth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous seventeen episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter.

"Courtesan" is romantic story about a dominant hot wife and her submissive cuckold husband. While they have a deep and abiding love for each other they do lead an alternative lifestyle. If this subject matter offends you or makes you feel uncomfortable, I strongly suggest that you find something else to read.

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"Mind if I sit next to you?"

I turned. A cute little brunette was smiling at me. She appeared to be about five feet two inches tall and couldn't have weighed more than a hundred pounds. At first glance she looked like a teenager, but when I looked into her eyes I saw a wisdom there that told me that she had to be in her mid twenties."

I shrugged. "Help yourself."

As soon as she sat down I turned back to my Coke. Even though she was gorgeous, I wasn't the least bit interested in meeting a strange girl in a bar.

The bartender walked over to her and asked, "What can I get you?"

"Timmy is that a Diet Coke?"

Without thinking I nodded and answered, "Yes it is."

"I'll have the same thing."

She opened her purse and took out a ten dollar bill. As she set it on the bar I realized that she'd just said my name. I turned. "How do you know who I am?"

She smiled at me. "Timmy I feel like I know you very very well. Kelly has spent hours talking about you and now that I'm finally getting to meet you I have to admit that you're even cuter than she said you were."

Extending her hand, she said; "I'm Mandy Wells. I work with your wife. I'm another hostess."

I shook her hand. "It's nice to meet you Mandy."

We smiled at each other for a moment and then I asked, "How did you find me?"

"John, your Lincoln driver sensed something was wrong. He followed you. When he saw you go into this bar he called Janet Collins. She told Mr. Jackson that you were here."

I shrugged. "I'm surprised. I didn't think he'd care."

Mandy shook her head. "Oh you're very wrong about that. The moment they realized that you'd left his office both Kelly and Mr. Jackson went into a panic. They ran after you, but by the time they got into the alcove the elevator door was already closed. Kelly started crying. She's still desperately afraid that she's going to lose you. Mr. Jackson took her to Tonya Lewis's office to try to calm her down."

"Keisha, Antoine and I all heard Kelly crying and ran into Tonya's office to see what was wrong. Your wife was sitting on the couch. Tonya had her arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. Kelly was sobbing. While she was crying she kept telling Tonya over and over; I ignored him. All I had to do was smile, but I didn't. I just ignored him."

"And when she wasn't telling her that she was saying; I promised him that I would never neglect him again and then I did it. I was such a fool. I'm sure I've lost him forever."

"Timmy she feels awful about what happened."

Slowly nodding, I said; "So do I"

Mandy gently rubbed the back of my hand with her fingertips. "Martin was on the telephone with Janet Collins. She was telling him where you were. I heard him tell her to call Wendell Tyler and ask him to join us in Tonya's office."

The bartender brought Mandy's Diet Coke. She took a sip and then she continued. "Kelly pulled herself together for a moment and took out her cell phone. She told us that she had to call you and try to apologize. She sounded desperate. When you didn't answer she put her cell phone away and burst into tears again. As soon as he was finished talking to Janet Collins Mr. Jackson tried to call you from Tonya's desk phone, but you didn't answer his call either. A moment later Mr. Tyler arrived."

Mandy looked at me. "Mr. Jackson told us about the meeting. Kelly is sure that you left because she was ignoring you. Mr. Jackson feels like he was too rough on you."

She squeezed my hand. "Timmy; Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I got so excited when we heard about your plan to buy a house for all of us that we could barely pay attention to anything else that was said. You really are the most wonderful man in the entire world. We have to find a way to resolve this misunderstanding."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'd like to find a way out of it too."

"Mr. Jackson, Mr. Tyler and Tonya discussed the situation and decided that they should send me to talk to you."

"Why you? I mean it was a good choice. You're doing a very nice job of calming me down, but we've never met."

"Because I'm a submissive just like you are. They thought I'd be the one who was most able to understand how you're feeling."

I chuckled. "They're smart people."

Mandy nodded. "Yes they are and they're also very nice. Mr. Jackson can sometimes be so dominant that he gets a little scary, but I know him. I understand how kind he really is. He'd do anything for me. All I'd have to do is ask him."

She giggled. "I did make them send me some back up." She turned and looked behind us. "He's standing by the door right now."

I turned. It was Wendell Tyler.

Mandy waved him over. He immediately joined us. The bar stool on the other side of me was open. As he sat down Mandy asked, "Sir we're having Diet Cokes. Would you like one?"

Mr. Tyler laughed. "Mandy honey, I think I can handle the real thing."

It was possible that this wizened old man weighed less than Mandy.

Mandy waved to the bartender. When she got his attention she yelled, "One real Coke." And pointed at Wendell. The bartender nodded.

Mr. Tyler patted my back. "Timmy things got a little confused this morning. They didn't turn out the way anyone had planned. Let me begin by apologizing for my partner. Martin uses his time very efficiently. Sometimes that quality makes him appear to be abrupt. He is also a master at planning and making preparations. It's one of the main reasons that he's such a successful businessman."

He smiled. "Unfortunately those skills at times can mislead him. I think that this morning was one of those situations. You know of course that over the past year your wife has turned you into a legend at JTandR. Martin and I both love Kelly and since Kelly so obviously loves you we both also have to love you."

Mr. Tyler laughed. "I understand it really isn't rational, but it is the truth."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back and continued. "Martin is an enthusiastic dominant. When Chris Kendrick's told him about the dinner party at your house, he was very eager to engage in a scene with you and Kelly. Of course he now realizes that he should have taken some time to discuss it with you first. Regrettably, this was a situation where my partners preoccupation with efficient use of time became a weakness. It also didn't help that the submissive he generally plays with trusts him implicitly." He nodded towards Mandy.

She smiled. "Martin is always very verbally aggressive when we play. Because I trust him so much we're both able to relax and completely let go of our inhibitions."

Wendell sighed. "Because Martin and Kelly are so close and because he likes you so much, Martin falsely assumed that the same relationship of trust existed between the two of you. That of course just wasn't true"

Mandy grabbed my hand. "In Kelly's case her lack of attention to you was completely inadvertent. You may have noticed that Martin has a very strong personality."

I chuckled, "Yes, it's hard to miss it."

"That strong personality makes him a very demanding lover. He requires his partner's total attention." She smiled. "That characteristic also makes him a very exciting lover. I understand that Kelly did tell you that she's been having sex with Martin for almost a year?"

"Yes she did."

"I hope you can understand how easy it was for her to fall into an old habit."

I smiled. "Of course I can."

Wendell rubbed my shoulder. "Timmy, I understand that none of this really excuses either Martin or Kelly's behavior. I just hope that our explanations might help you understand that it was never their intention to hurt or ignore you this morning."

I nodded. "I understand. Actually I think I overreacted." I paused for a moment and then I quietly added, "There's also another reason I got upset."

Mandy squeezed my hand. "What was that Timmy?"

"Kelly works for a prominent investment firm. She earns a six figure salary, drives a prestigious car, wears expensive clothing and travels constantly. I, on the other hand, barely earn the minimum wage editing advertising copy for a shopper's weekly that hardly anyone reads. When Kelly and I separated I had to take a part time job as a clerk at a convenience store so that I could actually support myself."

I shook my head. "I'm not making much progress on the book I'm trying to write and frankly I don't think the part that I've completed is very good."

I glanced at Mandy and then over at Wendell. "I'm sure by now both of you have heard how Kelly grew increasingly distant from me over the past year."

They both nodded.

"I now understand that she did that in an unconscious effort to hide the true nature of her job from me."

I took a deep breath. "But before everything blew up I'd begun to assume that her growing disinterest was the result of her finally realizing what an utter failure I'd become." I smiled at Mandy. "You just pointed out that old habits are hard to break. It's equally difficult to let go of old assumptions."

Sighing, I said; "This morning I was so proud when I negotiated the agreement with Martin that would allow us to buy a house. I finally felt like I'd accomplished something that might actually matter."

Wendell patted me on the back. "And then my partner, with his obsessive desire to conserve time, ignored the importance of that accomplishment and moved right on to a kinky sex scene."

I nodded. "That's right. A scene in which I played the role of dicklet, the worthless sex slave."

Wendell shook his head. "Timmy my friend, I don't blame you for walking out of that office. I would have done exactly the same thing."

He looked at me. "Do you want to try to work this out?"

"Oh yes please. I desperately want to do that. I just don't know how to go about it. I'm so ashamed of what I did. I can't bear the thought of going back and facing those people."

He smiled. "Don't worry, I have a plan."

Wendell leaned over so that he could talk to both Mandy and me. "It's really not all that complicated. First of all, it's important to understand that Martin is even more desperate to resolve this situation than you are. Your wife is the most popular hostess the firm has ever employed. Martin knows that John Reynolds will go ballistic if he comes back from his trip and finds out that Martin blew an opportunity to get her back because he tried playing one of his kinky sex games with you."

Mandy nodded. "And Kelly is just as desperate. Timmy you are the love of her life. A week ago she was certain that she'd lost you, but you gave her a second chance. Now she's terrified that she just blew that chance. Tonya, Keisha, Antoine and I all warned her that she had to take better care of you."

I shrugged.

She smiled and continued. "I talked with Chris this morning. He told me all about your dinner." She started giggling and then she said, "I really am envious. I hope sometime soon we can serve a dinner together."

Stopping abruptly, Mandy shook her head and said; "I'm sorry, I just let myself to get sidetracked. Let me finish what I was trying to say. When Martin started playing that kinky game, Kelly should have been reassuring you just like she did last night when Chris was with her."

Wendell nodded. "She's right Timmy."

All three of us were silent for a moment. Finally Wendell stood up. "I'm going to go back to the office and have a private chat with Martin. I'm going to tell him everything we said to you and everything you told us."

He looked at Mandy. "I want you to stay here with Timmy. Do not let him out of your sight." He chuckled. "Timmy I'm not going to leave you alone until this is settled. I don't want to take a chance that you might slip away again."

I laughed. "Well at least I'm starting to feel important."

Wendell smiled at me. "Young man, both you and your wife are very important to us."

He turned to Mandy. "Give me a twenty minute head start and then walk back to the office with Timmy. After I leave call Tonya and tell her everything we talked about. When you're done ask her to have a long chat with Kelly. As soon as you get back take Timmy to your office and keep him there with until I contact you. As soon as you're settled call Keisha and Antoine. Ask Keisha to join you and tell Antoine to find me."

Wendell left. As soon as he was gone I turned to Mandy. "This morning a good friend of mine tried to talk me out of getting into that Lincoln and coming down here. Right now I sure wish I would have taken his advice."

Mandy poked me in the ribs. "Well I'm glad you didn't take his stupid advice." She leaned over and hugged me. "Because of your wonderful plan and your brilliant negotiations this morning, I'm going to get to live in a great big beautiful house with all my friends. Timmy, that's my fondest dream and you're about to make it come true."

I excused myself and went to the men's room. When I returned Mandy was on her cell phone. I assumed that she was talking to Tonya.

I sat with my back to the bar and did a little people watching while Mandy carried on her conversation. When she was finished she put her phone into her purse and stood up. "Timmy, it's been twenty minutes since Mr. Tyler left. Let's go back to the office."

I smiled sheepishly. "I'm feeling just a little nervous about this. Maybe it would be better if I called my friend Kirby and asked him to come down here and pick me up."

Mandy shook her head. "This is exactly why Wendell didn't want me to leave you alone." Grabbing my wrist, she said; "Come on sweetie pie, you don't have anything to worry about. Mr. Tyler is taking care of everything. It's time to go see Martin and your wife."

Mandy dragged me out of the bar. Once we were on the sidewalk she hooked her arm into mine and towed me back to the Whetmore Building. That tiny girl may have only weighed a hundred pounds and by her own admission been a submissive, but when it came to completing a task she was obviously a no nonsense woman.

The elevator stopped when it arrived at the fifty-second floor. As soon as the doors opened we stepped into the alcove. Mandy squeezed my hand. "Timmy just relax and follow me. We're going to go directly to my office. When we walk through the lobby you're going to feel like everyone is staring at you, but they're not. The other employees here are much too busy to be worried about us."

She smiled at me. "Are you ready big guy?"

I nodded.

"Okay, take a deep breath. Here we go."

She opened the glass paneled door and we reentered the world of JtandR.

We walked briskly across the lobby. Janet Collins looked up. Mandy waved to her. She nodded. Wendell Tyler and Martin Jackson would immediately be informed that we were back.

Mandy pulled me down the corridor that led off to the right. I knew where we were going. I'd been here before. It was just two days ago that Kelly had brought me up to her old office so that we could pick up some of her lingerie. At the end of the corridor Mandy opened the door. We stepped into another much shorter hallway. There were three doors on each side of this hall. I remembered that Kelly's office was the second door on the right.

Mandy led me to the third door on the left and stopped. "This is my office. We can wait in here." She opened the door and we stepped inside.

I was surprised. Because Mandy was a submissive, I'd assumed that her office would be much smaller and more sparsely furnished than Kelly's. That wasn't the case at all. Her office was just as large as Kelly's and every bit as beautifully furnished.

Kelly's office had reminded me of a French boudoir. It was decorated with pastel shades of pink, green and yellow. Mandy's office was much harder. There was lots of leather and oak. It had the subtle feel of a renaissance castle.

While the furnishings were different, the arrangement of the room was very similar to Kelly's office. In one corner there was a very small roughly finished oak desk and a padded desk chair. In front of this desk there was one large overstuffed brown leather chair. In the opposite corner there was another larger oak desk and another padded desk chair. This desk was pushed up against the wall. There was a large mirror mounted above the desk and another full length mirror was mounted on the wall next to the desk. This was obviously Mandy's makeup station. Like Kelly's makeup desk, this desk was also covered with an assortment of ornate cut glass bottles and several delicately carved and decorated wooden boxes. I assumed that the bottles were filled with a variety of perfumes and the boxes contained Mandy's make up and the jewelry she wore when she went out on her dates.

There was a door at each end of the wall opposite the door that we'd just come through. Between these two doors was a large, very comfortable looking brown leather couch with a coffee table in front of it. Kelly's office had the same couch, but above her's there had been two elegantly framed full length portraits of nude females.

In Mandy's office there was only one painting over the sofa, but it was much larger. It depicted a naked young woman on her knees, her head bowed. Standing over her was a muscular older man attired like an ancient Greek warrior. In his right hand he carried a spear. The painting was well executed and had a definite baroque flavor to it. I suspected that it was very valuable.

Mandy pointed to the door closest to her desk. "If you need it, that door leads to a bathroom."

I shook my head. "No I'm fine."

There was a knock on the door.

Mandy called, "Come in."

The door opened and a stunning black woman stepped into the room. She was followed by a strikingly handsome black man.

The elegantly dressed young woman was about 5'6" or 5'7". She was large busted, but otherwise had a slender figure. Her sumptuously soft skin was the color of a strong cup of coffee that had been generously laced with rich cream. She wore her long black hair pulled back into a pony tail. The dazzling pair of gold earrings that dangled from her earlobes and the ruby stud that decorated the side of her nose were the final touches that turned her into a truly exotic beauty.

The man behind her was tall, maybe 6'3" or 6'4". His white knit golf shirt and dark slacks accentuated a lean sinewy build common amongst college basketball players. His well muscled upper body, short cropped hair and confident manner suggested that he wasn't just an athlete, he was a powerful athlete. It would have been easy to dismiss this man as a mindless jock, but the van dyke beard he wore and the gold wire rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose created an undeniable air of sophistication.

The woman walked right over to me and extended her hand. "Hi I'm Keisha, you must be Timmy. I'm in love with you. Divorce Kelly and marry me."

The man walked up behind her shaking his head. "Timmy just ignore her. These periods of insanity eventually pass."

I smiled at him. "You must be Antoine."

He nodded. "I am."

Suddenly I realized that Keisha was staring at me. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She said, "Well?"

I shook my head and asked, "Well what?"

"Are you going to divorce Kelly and marry me?"

I started laughing. I really didn't know what else to do.

Keisha burst out laughing, threw her arms around my shoulders and gave me a big hug. While she was hugging me she reached down the front of my trousers and grabbed my bare penis. "Oh yes, there it is. It really is cute. Come on baby, get it stiff for me."