Courtesan Ch 36

This is the thirty-sixth episode in a series entitled "Courtesan". If you have not read the previous thirty-five 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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We made a quick stop at Janet Collins's desk so that Elvira could pick up the files on the investors from St. Louis.

While she was doing that I turned to Antoine and Keisha. "So how are the two of you doing? Yesterday when you left our house I thought you might be going directly to a justice of the peace."

They both grinned at me.

Antoine said, "Timmy we're still pretty excited. We stayed up all last night talking."

Keisha nodded. "It was fun. We talked about everything. We decided that were not going to get married for at least a year, but Antoine's going to move into my town house as soon as I get back from Evergreen and he returns from Las Vegas."

I looked at him. "Las Vegas? Aren't you going to Evergreen with us?"

"No, I wish I could go to Evergreen with all of you, but I have an assignment in Las Vegas. I'm going to be entertaining a rich widow from San Francisco." He smiled. "I've entertained her before. She has a real thing for black men and she loves to play craps. It'll be fun."

Keisha poked him in the ribs. "It better not be too much fun."

Antoine rolled his eyes. "Like you have any reason to be jealous. You'll be spending most of tomorrow night sucking some middle aged white guy's dick."

Giggling, Keisha said; "We do have interesting jobs, don't we."

Antoine kissed his girlfriend's cheek and then he said, "Timmy there also wouldn't be anything for me to do at Evergreen tomorrow night. This group doesn't have a female associate for me to entertain and Keisha's going to be occupied with her associate for the entire evening. Sometimes I go to Evergreen so we can put on a sex show after dinner, but I know this group. They like to create their own shows."

Next to me Kelly grinned. "Yes they do. These guys can be pretty uninhibited. Timmy honey, tomorrow night you're going to see a sex party that's wilder than anything you've ever imagined."

I shook my head. "I don't know, that party at our house last Friday night was right out there."

Keisha laughed. "Sweetie these guys are so kinky that they make Gary look like an evangelical preacher."

Shaking her head, Mandy said; "I don't know about that, some of those evangelical preachers can be pretty kinky."

Kelly giggled. "you're talking about the guys who are fucking the choir director on Saturday night and preaching about fidelity on Sunday morning.'

"And those same guys might be fucking the choir director's wife too." Mandy winked at Kelly.

Laughing, Tonya said; "Mandy that was nasty, very nasty."

"But true Tonnie, very true. Some of those hypocrites are even kinkier than we are."

Antoine chuckled. "It's hard to believe that anybody's kinkier than you four."

Mandy poked Antoine in his side. "But we don't preach about morality on Sunday mornings."

Kelly winked at Mandy. "No we give blow jobs on Sunday mornings."

Keisha looked at me. "Timmy does your wife give blow jobs on Sunday morning?"

With a perfectly straight face I shrugged and said, "How would I know? Ask her boyfriend."

Everyone started laughing.

Chuckling, Antoine said, "I repeat my earlier assertion. It's hard to believe that anybody is kinkier than the four of you."

It had just taken a few seconds for Elvira to get the files from Janet Collins, so for the past two minutes we'd been walking and talking. When we came to the door that led into the hallway where the hostesses had their offices I noticed that it now had an enameled sign on it that read, Project Promotions Section.

Kirby opened the door and held it for all of us. There were six doors in this back hallway, three on each side. The middle door on the right was Kelly's office. The last door on the left was Mandy's office. Although I'd never been inside it, I knew that the last door on the right was Tonya's office.

Tonya opened the middle door on the left and walked inside. We all followed her. It was an office about the same size as Kelly's and Mandy's only in this office there were three beautifully finished mahogany desks. One on the left, one on the right and one straight across from the door. All three desks were set on six foot by nine foot oriental rugs. The rugs created the feeling that each desk was in it's own space. It was a clever decorating concept.

There were two elegantly framed color photographs on the wall behind the desk on the right. One was a picture of the battleship Missouri and the other was a picture of Old Iron Sides, the U.S.S. Constitution. I assumed that this was Kirby's desk.

Behind the center desk there were two prints of Modigliani nudes. I assumed that this was Elvira's desk.

I turned and looked at the desk on the left. I smiled. There were two framed black and white photographs on the wall behind it. One was a picture of John Steinbeck. The other was a picture of Gregory Peck portraying Atticus Finch in the film of "To Kill A Mockingbird".

Next to me Kelly said, "Do you like them Timmy. I picked them out for you myself."

I nodded. "Yes Kel, I like them very much, thank you. Kelly knew that my favorite author was John Steinbeck and my favorite character in all of literature was Atticus Finch.

Tonya took the files from Elvira, walked over to my desk and set them on it. "Timmy you sit here." There was a lap top computer on the desk. Pointing to it, she said; "This is your computer." She nodded towards a wireless printer that was sitting on a table to the right of Elvira's desk. "It works with the printer over there."

Then looking at everyone, she said; "I know that we're all excited about the events of the last two days. I'm certain that every one of us would like to spend the rest of the afternoon sitting here talking. I know I would. Unfortunately we can't. We don't have the time. Martin, Wendell and John are relying on us to help them raise the capital for their new projects. We're entertaining an important group of investors tonight and another important group tomorrow night. We have to be certain that everything is ready. Antoine, you need to make sure you have everything you'll need for Las Vegas."

Antoine laughed. "With this lady, everything I need is tucked safely away in my boxer shorts."

Shaking her head Tonya sternly said, "Go get packed. You're on a 7:00 AM flight tomorrow morning. You'll need a dark gray business suit, a sports jacket and slacks and at least three dress shirts. You'll also want to bring your upscale jewelry. This woman doesn't want ghetto, she wants style. Subdued elegance is the theme for this trip. Keish, go with him and make sure he packs the right clothing."

Keisha patted Antoine's butt. "Come on babydoll, let's get you packed for your trip."

Antoine spun around. "Babydoll? That's Timmy not me. You're going to have to find another term of endearment for me, because I am not going to answer to Babydoll."

As they walked out of the office, Keisha said; "How about sweetie pie?"

"That ain't going to work either." Antoine was shaking his head.

"How about sugar."

"Ooo now that works. Any time you call me sugar I'll definitely answer."

"All right sugar, let's get you packed."

All six of us were smiling as they disappeared into the hall.

After they were gone Tonya looked at us and said, "I have to teach Timmy how to write the reports and then I have to show Ellie how to access the inventory for cocktail dresses, bikinis, lingerie, costumes and accessories that are already at Evergreen. After that I'll show her how to look up the notes that I made after the previous times we've entertained this group and we can decide if we need to bring any additional clothing or costumes with us."

"Tonnie." It was Kelly.

"What Kel?"

"I know how to write the reports, so does Mandy. We don't have anything to do. Why don't we help Timmy while you work with Ellie and Kirby."

"That's a good idea Kelly. If we can get everything done, maybe there will be enough time for all of us to have dinner together at the Goldenrod Supper club before we have to go to the Calvert."

Mandy giggled. "I wonder if they'll let Timmy in, I heard he got into a fight the last time he was there."

"It's true, I was there. He smashed up the bar and nearly put two guys in the hospital." Kelly was grinning at me.

Tonya laughed. "I think it's time for all of us to get to work." She looked at Kirby and Elvira. "Let's leave our silly friends and go to my office."

Mandy flashed Tonya a look of mock indignation. "Silly? I'll have you know that Ms. Mason, Mr. Jamieson and I are paragons of decorum and solemnity. In fact people who know us well often refer to us as Ms. Prim, Ms. Proper and Mr. Staid."

"Mr. Staid?" Kirby was standing behind Tonya with a grin on his face.

I looked at him and shrugged.

Kelly giggled. "Timmy, when you write your autobiography you can entitle it, 'The Strange Case Of Dr. Dicklet and Mr. Staid.'"

All five us started laughing. After a moment Tonya shook her head. Still giggling she said; "Kirby, Ellie we'd better get out of here before Prudence Prim and her two sidekicks decide to get even more serious."

She paused for a moment and then she looked at Kelly and Mandy. "You two still have copies of some of my old reports, don't you?"

Mandy nodded. "I've saved all of them."

"So have I." Kelly was also nodding.

"Show Timmy some of the recent ones. That's the form I want him to follow." Tonya turned to me. "Timmy, when you finish a report I want you to print out three hard copies. Keep one for your own files and put the other two on Ellie's desk. Ellie, you should file one copy and give the other copy to the hostess who's scheduled to entertain that associate. Timmy I also want you to email a copy of each report to me and then save your reports in a file on your computer. There are number of associates that we entertain on a regular basis. These men are JTandR's biggest investors. If we maintain good records we can stockpile a wealth of information about likes and dislikes of the firm's most valued clients

"I understand Tonya. I can do that."

She smiled. "I'm really excited about this. Timmy, I think you have the skill to generate excellent reports. The more information we have about the men we're entertaining, the better the experience we'll be able to give them." Tonya paused for a moment and then she said, "All right everybody, let's get busy. We have a lot to do this afternoon."

As soon as Tonya, Elvira and Kirby were gone Kelly said; "Timmy, Mandy and I will get some some of Tonya's most recent reports while you pull your two extra chairs around behind your desk."

They were gone for a minute or two. By the time they returned I had the chairs in place. We sat down and went to work. I write a lot so I'm a good typist. With Kelly and Mandy's help it only took about an hour and a half to complete the four reports about the associates the girls would be entertaining at the Calvert that evening.

Once those reports were finished Kelly and Mandy both stood up.

Kelly smiled and said, "Timmy, I think you understand what Tonnie wants. Mandy and I both have errands to run. You can stay here and start working on the reports about the associates that we'll be meeting at Evergreen tomorrow afternoon. We'll be spending more time with those men, so we'd like the reports to be more detailed."

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's 2:30, we're having dinner at the Goldenrod at 6:30. We'll be back here by 5:00."

I looked at my wife. "Tonya wasn't sure we'd have time to eat at the Goldenrod."

Kelly smiled. "She was just trying to get us moving. Besides, If I'm going to spend the evening partying with a middle aged man from St. Louis, I'm going to have a nice dinner first."

Mandy laughed. "So am I."

Grinning at me, Kelly said; "Timmy honey, sex is much more fun when you're well fed and feeling content."

I laughed. "Then we'd better make sure that the two of you get dinner."

Kelly and Mandy nodded their heads and then they both kissed me. As they hurried out the door Kelly called to me, "Timmy we'll be back in two hours."

As soon as they were gone I opened the folder containing the background information about the investors from Boston and started to read. There were four of them. They were business partners and extremely close friends. In financial circles they had a reputation for being bold, ruthless, hard driving wheeler dealers. All of them led lavish almost ostentatious life styles. They owned penthouse condominiums, drove exotic sports cars and were all divorced and remarried to much younger trophy wives. Gambling was a passion for them and several times a week they played golf for ridiculous sums of money.

As I read further it was quickly apparent that they're exotic unrestrained way of life extended to their sex lives. Antoine, Kelly and Keisha hadn't been exaggerating. These four men were kinky.

Actually kinky may not have been the correct way to characterize them. They were kinky, but not outrageously so. From the reports it appeared that it was the way they interacted with each other when they partied that created the atmosphere of unrestrained debauchery.

These were men who had enjoyed unbelievable financial success. Their successes had caused their self confidence to mushroom to a level that approached arrogance. The combination of their extreme self assurance and their deep friendship for each other allowed them to engage in sexual role playing games that most men would be too inhibited to even consider.

At first glance all four of the investors appeared to be typical macho domineering businessmen. For three of them this initial impression was accurate. Brad Cameron, Tyler Greer and Jason Foley were dominant men. They enjoyed being in control. They loved receiving pleasure from a woman and they were almost competitive about their sexual prowess and the conquests they'd made.

The other partner was the complete opposite. In his private life Donald Kline was a masochistic submissive cuckold. His much younger wife, Michelle was his goddess. She ruthlessly dominated him, humiliated him and denied him sexual pleasure while she openly dated other men. The men she dated included her husband's three business partners.

Apparently Michelle loved group sex and her husband's friends were very willing to accommodate her desires. According to the report all three of them took great delight in tormenting and teasing Donald while he submissively watched as they partied with his wife.

When I read this, I chuckled. As a submissive masochist I understood that Donald probably enjoyed those parties every bit as much as his wife and his friends.

With more than a little trepidation I also realized that at Evergreen tomorrow night I was going to be making my debut as Bunny the slave in front of three men who were very experienced and adept at taunting and humiliating a submissive masochist.

As I thought about this, I began to consider the possibility that it might be more than just a coincidence. I didn't doubt that these four men were important investors for JTandR's latest project. They were obviously wealthy men who were willing to take significant risks with their money. While I didn't question Martin's interest in trying to keep these men happy, I did wonder about the timing of the party.

I understood Martin's desire to have me play the role of a slave at some of his sex parties. He was trying to create an atmosphere of free spirited fantasy. I also realized that after my display of jealousy during our previous meeting, he probably still had concerns about my ability to control my emotions when I was with my wife while she was partying with another man.

I began to suspect that tomorrow night's party was partially a test for me. I wasn't offended. In fact as I thought about it, I had to agree that it was a good idea. These men were regular investors, good friends and sexually very sophisticated. If I did lose my cool and make a scene; Tonya, Keisha and Martin could easily explain the situation to them and keep the party from getting ugly while Kelly and Mandy helped me get my emotions back under control.

I was confident that there wouldn't be an incident. The events of the past several days had helped me to better understand my wife and our new lifestyle. Still I was glad that I'd been able to read the report. A little forewarning always makes a potentially difficult situation easier.

I glanced at the clock. It was almost 4:00. If I was going to be finished with my work by the time Kelly and Mandy returned I needed to get busy. I quickly wrote a short outline of each man's interests and background. Once those were completed I did some Internet research and put together a brief description of Boston's professional sports teams. All four men were avid sports fans. I was quite certain that the girls could easily fill any awkward moments that might arise with questions or comments about the Red Sox, the Patriots, the Celtics or the Bruins.

I was just finishing printing the copies of my reports when the office door opened and in walked Kelly and Mandy. Kelly was carrying a garment bag. She smiled at me. "Hi Timmy, did you finish your reports?"

"Yes, I was just printing them."

"Good, As soon as you're done meet me in my office. It's time for us to get ready to go to dinner."

Kelly and Mandy both turned and disappeared out the door.

After the reports were printed I filed my copies and set the others on Elvira's desk.

Once that was done I walked over to Kelly's office. She was coming out of her closet holding a very elegant looking woman's business suit in a rich shade of dark brown. All she was wearing was a skimpy white lace brassiere and a matching thong.

When Kelly saw me she smiled and held up the suit. "I think this chestnut brown suit creates a nice contrast to my blond hair. What do you think Timmy?"

I grinned at her. "I think a plaid bathrobe would look nice with your blond hair."

Rolling her eyes, Kelly said; "Timmy! I'm not fishing for compliments. I want to hear your honest opinion. This is the first time we're going to have dinner together on a night when I'm working. It's important to me that I look nice for you."

She giggled. "Of course I also want to look nice for Kevin." Kevin Martland was the man Kelly was going to meet at the Calvert after we finished dinner.

"Do you think he'll enjoy watching me take this suit off for him." There was an impish smile on my wife's face. She was teasing me.

"He'd have to be dead not to enjoy it." I was grinning at Kelly.

She walked over and kissed my cheek. "You're sweet."

"Is that the lingerie you're going to wear for him?"

Shaking her head, Kelly said; "No, I have a set in ivory that has a matching garter belt and nylon stockings. Most of the older men I entertain like it when I wear stockings and a garter belt."

I chuckled. "Kelly, most men, young or old would enjoy seeing you in stockings and a garter belt."

Kelly slipped her hand down the front of my jeans and wrapped her fingers around my growing penis. "Are you one of those men?"

"Oh yes."

"Tonight, when I come home after I'm done entertaining Kevin, would you like me to wear the lingerie for you?"

"Yes, please." My tiny cock was now fully erect.

"Will you eat my pussy while I'm wearing it?" Kelly was stroking me.