Courtesan

This is the twentieth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous nineteen 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.

As soon as Kelly was gone Mandy grabbed her purse and said, "Timmy we have a lot to do. We'd better get going."

I nodded and followed Mandy out of her office. When we got into the parking garage she walked up to a silver Jaguar XJ sedan, took out her clicker and unlocked the doors.

I stopped. I was dumbfounded. Kelly's Mercedes was a magnificent car and maybe even more expensive than this Jaguar, but Jaguar's have always been special to me. In my mind there has always been a mystique about them that made them unique.

Mandy smiled when she noticed my reaction. "Kelly told me that you had a thing about Jaguars. I think that's the real reason she wanted me to give you a ride home."

She tossed me the keys. "Here, why don't you drive."

After I caught the keys I shook my head. "No I'd be too nervous." I tossed the keys back. "Just riding in it will be enough for me."

Mandy shook her head as she caught the keys. There was a warm smile on her face. "Kelly told me how timid you are. It's one of the many reasons she's so madly in love with you. I can see why. It really is an endearing quality."

She opened the driver's side door. As she slipped into the car she said; "Come on studman, get in. We have places to go and people to see."

For a few minutes I reveled in the pleasure of riding in a Jaguar, but by the time we were turning onto Charles Street the fascination was already waning. The truth was, cars just didn't excite me that much.

Instead I turned to Mandy and asked the million dollar question. "So how did you become a hostess?"

She glanced over at me and chuckled. "You mean, what's a nice girl like me doing in a place like this?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's more or less it."

"Do you want the full story or the abridged version?"

I shrugged. "We're going to be living together, give me the full story."

"Okay, you asked for it." She paused to think for a moment and then she started. "I was born and raised in Wichita, Kansas. My father was the chief financial officer for a company that built ventilation equipment for large office buildings. My mother was a secretary for a local insurance agency. I was their only child and they both doted on me. I was a good girl, the perfect daughter. In high school I was an A student, the captain of the gymnastics team and a sprinter on the girl's track team. I was active in our church youth group and I had a part time job at a local ice cream store. I was a model teenager and my parents were very proud of me. I was also a virgin. I firmly believed that a good girl saved herself for the man of her dreams."

Mandy was quiet for a moment and then she said, "All that came to an end during the spring of my senior year in high school. It was May 11th. I'll never forget that day. My father picked me up at school. They pulled me out of class. He told me there was a problem at home. He wouldn't let me go to track practice and he wouldn't explain what was happening. Instead he just dropped me off my mother's parents house. I didn't realize it at the time, but it would be over two years before I saw my father again."

"What happened?"

Mandy shook her head. "My grandparents were just as clueless about what was happening as I was. They tried to call my mother, but her cell phone was turned off and nobody answered our home telephone. Finally around 10:00 o'clock that night my mother called. First she talked to my grandmother for over an hour and then she finally talked to me."

Mandy took a deep breath. "When I picked up the telephone my mother was crying. She told me that she'd been unexpectedly served with divorce papers at her office that afternoon. When she frantically rushed home to try to talk to my father she found that he was gone. That morning, after she'd left for work, he'd moved all of his things out of our house. On the dining room table she found a dozen photographs of her having sex with several different men. There was also a letter from my father detailing his knowledge of her affairs."

"My mother then admitted to me that she'd been cheating on my father for the entire time they'd been married. She started apologizing to me over and over again. She said that she'd always loved my father and me and she always would love us. She tried to explain to me that the other men were just flirtations. None of them ever meant anything to her. It was just sex for fun. She was also adamant that she was always careful that the time she gave to her men friends was never time she took away from my father or me."

Mandy looked at me. "It's difficult for me to understand how that could have been possible, but I do have to admit that she always was a good mother. She never missed any school functions and she was generally at home in the evening when my father was at home. There was one notable exception. She always had one night each week when she was supposedly out with her old girlfriends from college. She later admitted that was a lie. It was actually her date night with her boyfriend of the moment."

Mandy sighed. "It took me about a month to piece together the entire story. Apparently my mother really had been secretly dating other men the entire time she'd been married to my father. She generally had one specific boyfriend, but there were periods when she would date several different men at the same time. She had a firm rule that she would never keep a boyfriend for more than three months. The whole purpose of her affairs was to add a little variety and spice to her life. The last thing she wanted was to end up with a second husband. Before starting a new relationship my mother would always warn her next lover about that rule and also make it clear to him that she would never consider leaving her husband for him."

"How did your father find out?"

"About a year earlier he'd received an anonymous telephone call informing him that my mother was meeting a man at a local motel every Tuesday afternoon for sex."

"Did he go to the motel and confront her?"

"No, he didn't believe it; but it did make him uneasy. The following Tuesday afternoon he called my mother's office. He became concerned when he found out that she wasn't there, so he drove to the motel. Her car was parked outside. That evening at dinner he mentioned to my mother that he'd called her office that afternoon and was surprised to discover that she was out. He tried to mask his suspicions by commenting that it must have been nice to be able to get away from the office for a little while and then he casually asked her about what she'd been doing."

Mandy glanced over at me. "My mother later remembered that day very clearly. She told me that when she got back to her office a friend who knew about her affairs warned her that my father had called and that he'd found out that she'd been out of the office. That warning allowed her to have an excuse ready when he asked her where she'd been."

"What did she tell him?"

"She said that she and several other secretaries had a little comp time saved up and they used it to pamper themselves with a long lunch break and a shopping trip to the mall. Of course my father knew that was a lie. He'd seen my mother's car at the motel that afternoon."

"Did he confront her with that information?"

"No, he felt that he needed to have undeniable proof before he confronted her. He was afraid that if he didn't have it my mother would just make up a flimsy excuse about why her car had been at the motel and then start being much more careful about covering her tracks when she was cheating."

I nodded. I remembered the frustration I felt during the week prior the night I followed Kelly to the Calvert Hotel. I repeatedly tried to talk to her about the obvious signs that she was being unfaithful and she kept responding with lies that became increasingly outrageous.

I asked, "What did he do?"

"He hired a detective. It only took him three days to get pictures of my mother walking into and out of a motel room holding hands with a strange man and after two weeks he had definitive proof that she was cheating on my father."

"Definitive proof?"

"Pictures and a video tape of that same man fucking her."

"How did he get those?"

"The detective bribed the motel owner. Apparently that's quite common. They can always get to somebody. If the motel owner isn't approachable they'll find a maid or a maintenance man who is. In this case it was the motel owner who let them into the room so they could set up their hidden cameras."

I laughed. "Remind me to never cheat in a motel."

Mandy rolled her eyes. "Timmy honey in so many different ways, that is not a relevant concern for you."

I stuck my tongue out at Mandy.

She giggled. "Do you want to hear the rest of my story or do you just want to make faces at me?"

"Sorry, please continue with the story."

"Okay, the pictures and video were taken without my mother's or her lover's knowledge, so they weren't admissible as evidence in court. That really didn't matter. By the time my father finally divorced my mother I'd turned eighteen, so child custody wasn't an issue." She sighed. "As it turned out, custody wouldn't have been an issue even if I hadn't been eighteen."

"Why?"

"I'll get to that in a minute." She paused and then she said, "Anyway, Kansas was a no fault divorce state so my father didn't actually have to prove infidelity in order to end the marriage. He would have had to prove it if he'd been fighting for custody of me; but as I just said, I was eighteen. It wasn't relevant. My father needed the pictures and video as undeniable proof to himself that my mother was cheating. He loved her so much that part of him refused to believe that she was being unfaithful."

I nodded. "I can understand that."

For a moment we were both quiet. I could tell that these memories were still painful for Mandy.

I reached over and patted her knee. "If you'd like, we could talk about something else."

She shook her head. "No I think it's good for me to talk about all of this and Timmy it's very easy to talk to you."

I smiled at Mandy. She smiled back at me.

After a moment I said, "All right, but I'm confused about something. You told me that your father divorced your mother and left the pictures and letter on the dining room table on May 11th of your senior year in high school."

"That's right."

"From what you just told me, I got the impression that he hired the detective almost a year earlier. Why did he wait so long to act?"

"Timmy, that's a good question. For the past several years I've wondered about it. I've spent a lot of time thinking about possible answers. What I haven't told you is that for the next six months he continued to pay the detective to gather additional evidence about my mother."

"For what possible reason?"

"I don't know. For a while it seemed that he just wanted to wallow in the continuous reports about her infidelity. Timmy that September my mother went to an insurance seminar in St. Louis. My father has photographs of her in a hotel room with four salesmen from her office. They were taking turns with her. In several of the pictures one man was fucking her while she was giving another man a blowjob."

Mandy shook her head. "My mother and another man who wasn't one of her boyfriends belonged to a swing club. Timmy they were going to parties together so they could swap. The detective somehow managed to obtain pictures that were taken at some of those parties. In several photographs my mother was dancing naked while everyone else at the party watched her. It was almost like my father was building a collection of pornography featuring my mother."

Mandy shrugged. "If I didn't know better, I'd assume that I inherited my masochistic desires and submissive personality from my father."

"Why don't you believe that?"

"Because he's not really my father. Once my father's detective established that a wife was being unfaithful and there were children involved, he routinely arranged for DNA testing. My father provided him with several strands of hair from my hairbrush and a swab of his saliva. The tests were conclusive. I was definitely not my father's biological daughter. The report devastated my father. His attorney actually proposed that they find my biological father and sue him for eighteen years of child support."

"What stopped them?"

"My mother and father didn't go to college together. My father went to school in Kansas. My mother attended a University in Indiana. They didn't meet until three years after they'd both graduated and it was another year before they got married. At the approximate time I was conceived my mother went back to Indiana for her five year college reunion. After the reunion dinner and dance were over she went to one of the fraternity houses for a late night party. Apparently the party turned into an orgy. My mother admitted that five different men fucked her that night and she didn't know any of their names. My mother also had a boyfriend at the time and there was another man that she'd gone to motel lunches with on several occasions. Besides my father, there were seven different men who could have impregnated her. Finding all of them and then getting samples of their DNA was an insurmountable task."

"So you don't actually know who your father is."

Mandy glanced over at me. "It's true that I don't know who my biological father is, but I do know my father. He's the wonderful man who raised me."

"When did you find out?"

"The information about the DNA test results was in the letter my father left for my mother on the day he divorced her. My mother told me that she was heartbroken when she read it. She'd always known that there was a possibility that my father wasn't really my biological father, but it was also possible that he was. While I don't look at all like my father, I do look so much like my mother that everyone always assumed that I'd inherited all of her genes. She told me that she'd coped with the possibility that someone else was my father by ignoring it. She simply chose to assume that my father really was my biological father."

For a moment Mandy stared silently at the road ahead of her. Finally she continued.

"Even after my father left her, she was still hoping that she could keep this secret."

"What happened?"

"When I tried to contact my father, he refused to answer my telephone calls. I didn't know where he was staying, so I couldn't go see him. He'd completely cut off all contact with me. I didn't understand why. Finally, after two weeks my mother told me. I cried for three solid days."

Mandy glanced over at me. "When I finally stopped crying my grief turned into anger. I hated both my father and my mother. I stayed with a girlfriend's family while I finished high school. I also found the first available boy and lost my virginity. A week after I graduated from high school I left Wichita."

"Where did you go?"

"Las Vegas. I found a job working as a nude dancer in sleazy night club three blocks off the strip. The men all loved me. I was a cute eighteen year old pixie who'd been a gymnastics star in high school. Six months later I was one of the headline dancers at the finest strip club in Las Vegas. I parlayed my fame as a dancer into a very lucrative sideline working as an escort. By the time I was nineteen an evening with me cost three thousand dollars."

"So becoming a prostitute was the way you chose to express your anger about your parents divorce."

"That's a cold way to put it; but yes, I suppose at first that was my motivation. That didn't last very long."

"What do you mean?"

"I quickly realized that I really was my mother's daughter. I'd inherited more than just her looks. I'd also inherited her insatiable appetite for sex. Timmy I love sex every bit as much as your wife does."

I laughed, "That's a lot."

Mandy winked at me. I grinned at her.

For a moment we rode together in silence. I think we both needed a chance to contemplate everything that had just been said. Finally I asked, "So why do you think your father waited almost a full year before he divorced your mother."

Mandy shook her head. "I have several theories."

"Tell me."

"First of all, he dearly loved my mother and I'm sure that he didn't want to divorce her."

"But he did."

"Yes, but only after he saw overwhelming evidence of her ongoing infidelity. I'm certain that he finally came to the conclusion that my mother could never change and that conclusion was correct. She never has changed."

"You mean that she continues to see other men."

"Yes, my mother is adamant that she will never live with or marry any man but my father. She calls him the essence of her life and claims that she could never love any other man."

"Yet she continues to date other men."

"Yes and both my father and I firmly believe that she'll never be able to stop doing that. Actually she doesn't want to stop."

"So your father divorced your mother because he knew she'd never be able to be faithful to him?"

Mandy thought for a moment and then she shook her head. "No I don't think that's the reason." She paused. "At least not the entire reason."

"Okay, so why do you think he did it?"

"Discovering that he wasn't my biological father was devastating for him. That certainly spurred his anger." She sighed. "But he finally got over that."

"He did?'

"Yes, about three years after the divorce he contacted me and we reconciled."

"Does he know about your lifestyle?"

"Mostly."

"What do you mean by mostly?"

"He knows that while I was living in Las Vegas I was a nude dancer and a highly paid escort. He knows that like my mother, I enjoy sleeping with a large variety of men and he believes that I still do some escorting."

"But you don't."

"No, but I can't tell him about the true nature of my job duties at JTandR. For obvious reasons very few people, even most of the company employees, are aware of what the hostesses really do. Your own recent problems have demonstrated just how concerned the partners are about the legal jeopardy our activities create for them. My father continues to have some very intense feelings about the lifestyles my mother and I choose to lead. Every once in a while he still has flashes of anger about everything that's occurred. I don't want him to be in a position to damage the firm during one of those periods. Telling him that I continue to occasionally accept professional dates is my way of letting him know that I'm still in the sex business. It also serves as a convenient explanation for the lavish lifestyle I'm able to lead. Very few secretaries wear designer clothes and drive Jaguars."

"It sounds to me like your using your lifestyle as a way to get back at your father for rejecting you."

Mandy shook her head. "No, I don't think that's true. I think it would be more accurate to say that when he rejected me he forfeited any paternal prerogative that might have allowed him to judge my behavior. I don't feel there's any need to hide my lifestyle from him. I want him in my life, I want him to be my father, but he has to accept me as I am."

"Does he accept you?"

"Somewhat, he really doesn't have a choice. He does worry that I'm going to get arrested by the morals squad or murdered by a freak. That's my one regret about not being able to tell him the truth about JTandR. Working as a hostess really minimizes those two possibilities."