My toes curled into the warm sand while I let the hot sun cover me with a nice tan. Steve was cooling off in the water, and I set down my book to watch. I tried not to think too much about how and why we were here. It had been two months since I started working for the law firm as a regular escort, and I felt a pang of shame whenever I thought about it too much.
Steve said that his contracts were sporadic but averaged out to one or two a month. So, when I considered the proposal to be a regular escort for him, I expected I'd be out a couple times a month at most. Larry, however, had other plans.
First, he outed me and my little secret. Now most of the partners and junior partners in the firm knew who the Hotwife Escort was, and who my husband was. I thought Steve would have been mortified to have his colleagues know that his young wife was working as an escort, knowing what escorts often did. Not only was he not embarrassed; he actually bragged about it, saying I was the only one of their wives hot enough to do the job.
Then Larry told them all to use me for their escort as well. I turned down virtually all offers for more work, except with Ozzie. The incentive wasn't enough to have me out with strange men every night, and the number of offers I kept getting would do just that. So, for that first month, Steve had me out with two of his clients, and Ozzie had me with two more.
I really do try to keep it to just escort work. Go around with the guy, look pretty, maybe a little petting, but Steve and Ozzie both like to push me. And they know I have a type. I don't get old men anymore. They stick with clients under fifty most of the time, and only the ones who expect hot sex with a somewhat slutty escort! Four times in that first month! Four! And every one of them ended with me in a hotel room having sex with three or four men! Steve, or Steve and Ozzie, Larry (who always insisted on coming), and their client.
The second month got much worse. Because I kept turning down the other partners, Larry was convinced I wasn't helping enough. So, being the boss, he changed the rules on us. Well, on Steve, and thus on us.
"Two clients." Larry told us. We were in our living room for what had become a monthly update meeting when Larry would check all the numbers and let Steve know how high he climbed on the leaderboard. "Take two clients a month with other partners besides Steve and Ozzie. That's all."
"But I don't want to work for anyone but Steve and Ozzie!" I protested.
"Let me finish." Larry grinned. "Two clients, and you'll get paid two thousand for each, no matter what happens or doesn't happen when you're out... as long as we land the deal, obviously. That's four or five times more than we pay even our best escorts."
"I still don't want to work for anyone but Steve and Ozzie! Don't you get it..."
"Still not done." He said, more sharply. "Let's call it an incentive." He had that lecherous grin. "I will let Steve pick two clients each month. Two clients for other partners. If you work, and we close the deal, you get the bonus. If you work and don't close the deal, you get no bonus. If you refuse the work, I deduct your bonus."
"What! That's totally unfair!" I screamed at him.
"I'm just trying to get our profits up." He argued back. "Do you realize that most of the clients like these, the ones who want the 'extra service' we offer, are around a thirty to fifty percent success rate. Even Tiffany, our most successful escort, only hits about fifty percent on the regular. But the ones you helped with are up around ninety! That's no coincidence. You're still my silver bullet. I just want that bullet more often. This is how I can get that."
"No! It's too much," I fired back, "and if you don't get the contract, we lose money? How is that fair? And why? So you can get into my panties more than you already do? I don't think so!"
"Look, we're negotiating." Steve interjected. "Give us a few minutes to discuss and give a counteroffer."
"Steve!" I stomped. "I don't want a counter..."
"A few minutes." Steve got up, lifted me off the couch, and marched me out to the back patio.
"I don't want to do this!" I cried at him. "You can see how unfair this is, right?"
He nodded. "But he did that because he's
expecting
a counteroffer." Steve insisted. "This is what we do. Come on. Bring it down a few notches, and let's turn this to our favor."
We sat out in the cold for a while, discussing, arguing, and compromising with each other, until we came to a decision we both could live with. Steve knew this was more about me than it was about him, so he let me make the proposal.
It came down to this. I would agree to work with two partners each month. I had to approve of the partner, and client they wanted me for. They only got to have me for one client each. If I rejected the client, they could propose another client. And I got the 5% bonus, or the two-thousand, which ever was greater.
His counter was that if I rejected the client, and the partner didn't have another I approved of, I had to accept the job, or get the bonus deducted as before. Plus, as per usual, Larry wanted to be there for all of them.
My counter to that was Larry would add another five hundred to the bonus if he was involved, no matter the outcome. If I didn't have sex, if we didn't get the contract, whatever. If Larry was present, it would cost him.
He agreed, and I was under a new contract.
The second month was a difficult adjustment, but not as bad as it could have been. Steve had two clients that fit my type, and the usual ensued. Dinner out, some form of entertainment after; one was an opera, which made me feel very underdressed in my skimpy little outfit surrounded by elegant gowns and men in tuxedos. All four meetings ended in a hotel room with three sexed up men taking turns with me.
My two partners that I had to work for were Chris and Nick. Chris was a very nice guy, not bad looking, and he set me up with a client who actually treated me well. It was a nice night out that only resulted in a little groping and a kiss goodnight! I could deal with that!
Nick, on the other hand, or Dick as I referred to him, was an asshole. He's one of Steve's least favorite people in the firm. Arrogant and cocky, very full of himself, and he really, REALLY got off on the fact that this hotwife escort was actually married to a junior partner he outranked in the corporate org chart. I knew it wasn't going to be a fun evening when it started with dinner at Hooters!
After that terrific start (yes, being sarcastic), we headed to a strip club, which was a lot less classy than the first one I had been taken to, and the girls were dead-eye zombies just shaking their tits. I got taken to the VIP and Dick had me do a striptease for them before they bounced me on their laps (and cocks). Back to a hotel, and they all did me again in pairs so they could double penetrate me.
But that wasn't the end, or the worst part. The client was into some kinky shit and had handcuffs in his luggage. I had my wrists cuffed behind my back while I got bent over the couch in the hotel suite. He used a dildo to fuck my ass and loosen me up, then replaced it with his cock. Dick loved that! He stuck his wimpy cock in my ass too and spanked me, calling me all sorts of horrible things... and Larry let it all happen.
The silver lining is that the next day, Steve came home and told me Nick was let go. He had a huge row with Larry, and told him that when he was the chaperone, he had to take care of me like Steve would, or we were both done, and he meant it! I rewarded him with some of the best sex we ever had... though, to be fair, the silk tie he used to tie my hands behind my back might have had something to do with it. I may have hinted that the handcuffs were the only part I sort of liked.
My toes made little sprays of sand and I dug my heels in to make little ditches for my feet. If this is what being my husband's escort would get me, I might as well enjoy it for a while longer. Just no more Dicks!
The cruise was compensation for not vetting Nick and his client better. As far as apologies go, it was pretty good. It was like the most elegant hotel floating on the ocean. With all the work that Steve was doing, and all the sort of work I was doing, we needed this. It was a short break, just a week on a cruise ship to the Bahamas, but after the last couple months, it felt rejuvenating, and it let Steve and I reconnect in the best way.
We had fine dining every night, a casino to play in, dancing, shows, beautiful views, swimming, snorkeling, and we had sex every night on our balcony to the point where our neighbors learned our routine, and for the last couple nights, we had spectators. Let them watch! Give me my husband with his monster cock fucking me with a gorgeous view of the ocean, and you can take pictures for all I care.
When we finally got home again, I checked the Montauk Club message board, and went through the messages left by other members who wanted to get with us. Thirty-One messages! I could hardly believe it! Steve always let me go through them and decide if I wanted to meet any, and other than Tom and Katrina, I accepted only one other couple's offer.
John (or JP), and Debbie were very nice. Debbie was about Steve's age and looked very good. Fit, curvy the way he likes, and was very sweet. JP was older, in his young fifties, but he had a nice, rugged face, and a great build. Turned out he was a gym rat (his words, not mine), and worked out at least two hours every day. It was some of the most energetic sex I ever had, but I told Steve it wasn't as enjoyable as I had hoped.
Considering all the extra escort work I was getting from Steve, Ozzie, Larry, and the partners, having sex with more strangers was pretty low on my priority list... but I wanted to keep Steve happy. Watching me have sex is fun for him, but having sex while he watches me is even better. I picked out two of the couples to reply to and opened their profiles to show Steve to get his approval.
Then I checked our shared calendar for possible dates, when I noticed something coming up in a couple weeks. It was Steve's office holiday party. He wasn't home at yet, so I made a point to bring it up later.
I met him at the door as I tried to every night and told him about my day. Unfortunately, being Escort Barbie didn't leave me much time for dance. With a heavy heart, I let Steve convince me to quit Yowzah as a regular, and I only went to perform as visiting talent a couple times a month. Heartbreaking!
Then I asked about the Holiday Party.
"Oh, right!" he cheered up. "That's pretty soon, isn't it?"
"It's on the calendar already." I nodded. "Are you going without me?"
He snickered. "Oh, hell no! Nobody would forgive me if I didn't bring you along."
