The week after the cheerleader night was relatively uneventful. My neighbor was travelling for business and staying in New York for about two weeks. My ex and I went back to our normal lives. She was back teaching, doing classes and after school meetings. I was back in advertising in New York. My ex was still dressing as slutty as she could at home. That was now our new normal at home.
I was also thinking about my ex said in the church parking lot. She liked the idea of putting what we earned in her nightly activities in our house fund and save for a down payment. She also brought up the idea of more customers to help grow that down payment. It was almost a throwaway line, something said to be funny. I didn't take it that way -- and I was thinking she didn't either. We didn't talk about it, but I didn't forget it.
My neighbor called me toward the end of the end week and asked if my ex could be available Friday night. I said yes, and he asked if she could be waiting for him in his place. He said how we set up was up to us. I agreed, and told him to call us from the airport when he was on his way.
I let my ex know she was booked for Friday night, time to be determined., She asked why, and I told her what he said, that he would call when he was on his way, and she was to be waiting for him. She smiled at that idea, that the call girl was getting a visitor, not the other way around. We both worked out a scenario for her to play, and waited until Friday night.
On late Friday afternoon, she showered and I laid out what we had discussed. She went to change and then came into the living room. It was perfect. She had on a little French maid outfit, very high heel shoes, and looked every inch of the servant girl. The heels made her great ass stick out, and with only a thin piece of a thong covering her backside, I figured she be having sex about five seconds after he walked into his place.
Just then the call came, and he would be back to his place in about 30 minutes. I walked my ex down stairs, and set the scene. She had a serving tray, bottle of champagne, glasses, and a small array of appetizers. After everything was laid out, I kissed my ex on the cheek and left her in his place. For some reason this felt different than the other times when she went to his place. She was now waiting for him, like she was a gift for him. A welcome home gift from your trip. -- coms home from a long week on the road, and his reward was this little thing to serve his every sexual need.
I was upstairs, wondering what my ex was thinking as she waited. It had to be different for her as well, just sitting in some guy's apartment, waiting for him to come and take her to bed. Add in being almost naked while waiting probably added to her sexual tension as well.
I then heard the front door downstairs open, and knew it was him. I stood at right at our apartment door so I could hear his reaction to seeing his evening's s prize waiting for him. The key to his apartment turned and I heard the sound of his front door opened. rorm the back of his apartment, I heard my ex say, "Good evening, sir, welcome home. How was your trip?" And she said it in an English -- almost Cockney - accent. She was playing his servant girl as if he was the lord of the castle. Well, it was his house, so technically, yea, I guess he was the lord of his castle.
The door must have been still open, as I heard her say, "May I bring you your drink, sir?" Then I heard him, say, "Yes, girl, bring me my drink." The door closed, and someone turned on music to mute them from being heard.
I waited upstairs for a bit, now knowing what game those two were playing. My ex had set the scene, and I wondered where she would go with it. I also wondered if she would lead or would he take over. I then did what I did the other two times - left the building and went for a beer. I would hear all about it in due time, and I would get to live it right after that.
I got home close to the end of their session, and I could still hear music paying. I made my way upstairs, grabbed a drink and waited. My mind was not only thinking about what sex acts he was committing on my ex-wife, but what scenarios had they created with her English accent and the sir and girl routine.
I heard the door open up downstairs, and then her footsteps climbing up the stairs. She opened the door and, once again, she looked just like she did when she left. This shower at his place was now becoming a standard practice.
"How was it?" I asked. Unlike the other times, I really didn't know what to expect beyond a sex recap.
"It was phenomenal! I really like playing these roles! Makes it so much fun than just having sex!"
"What role did you play?"
"Well, I was sitting there thinking. You said serving girl, my role was to serve him, and that made me think about an English servant girl and her master. It wasn't the Middle Ages, but I kind of treated it like that. I used that English accent I used in the Shakespeare play I did at Fordham. Remember?"
I did. It was the first time I saw her on campus, and fell for that accent. I also remembered she would use that accent when teaching Shakespeare in class. She was starting to bring parts of her regular life into the call girl part.
"He walked in, and asked him if he wanted a drink. He said yes. I then when to grab his coat and then hung it up. I then asked about his travels -- that's the word I used, travels. He told me about it. I brought his drink over and brought out some food. After all, I was his serving girl. I then asked if he needed anything else and he said not right now, wench! Wench -- I got him to play along! That was so much fun!!"
This was intriguing and I wanted to hear it all. This wasn't the naught cheerleader bit. This was some fantasy scene she was creating, seemingly in real time. Still, I wanted to hear about the good stuff, so I jumped in.
"Okay, but when did you guys fuck?"
"That's rather crude. I was playing a role. And it was great! Do you want to hear this or not?"
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Tell me everything."
"He ate a bit, and I sat away from him, like a good little servant girl. When it looked like he was somewhat finished, I asked him if I could draw his bath! You should have seen his face! Stunned, confused, everything! He really had no idea what to do or what was coming next! He's thinking he paid to fuck his teacher neighbor, and now he's in the middle of a Shakespearean sex scene! He stammered out a yes and I went to his bathroom! I started the bath and laid towels out on his floor."
"As the bath was almost ready, I called to him and said Sir, your bath is drawn -- all in the English accent. He came in, fully clothed, and I began to slowly undress him. God, that was incredibly exciting. I don't know if it was the act of taking his clothes off or me being his servant, but either way it was great!"
