I was a wreck. My life was a total disaster. My marriage to the woman of my dreams had ended up shipwrecked, run aground on the rocky shoals of my jealousy. As the ship of our marriage took on water, people bailed out of my life left and right. In a small town, everyone knows what is going on in your life, and when my business also had trouble, the creditors swept down like vultures. The doors were closed and padlocked before my head even hit the ground from the sucker punch of my luscious Laura's divorce suit being published in the paper, alleging alienation of affections and reckless physical endangerment. She had moved out, after a night of shouting and throwing each other from wall to wall in our house. She was packed and gone before I woke up. I was a drowning man, and most people kept clear.
I must be part cat. Even after the heavy fall, I landed on my feet, courtesy of an old family friend. Gil gave me a job as a VP at his company, and while I didn't make as much as the business had, fifty grand a year is nothing to be sneezed at either. He was the one who broke the news to me. “Did you see the police blotter in today's paper?"
In it, I learned how one Laura Smith, A.K.A. Alexis of Fantasies Unlimited, a local escort and modeling agency, had her third arrest of the month on soliciting for prostitution charges. The two previous arrests had both been dismissed in court, but the arresting officer felt that they really had her this time.
"It's an open and shut case" he had said.
That day, and the week that followed, were utter torment for me. Every person that I saw look at me looked away. I could never tell if it was from the public humiliation of being married to a prostitute, or if they had actually sampled her wares. I looked every man over, and over, trying to burn the image of him between my wife's thighs as she gripped his money in her hands from my brain. It didn't work. I saw images of all of my closest friends and associates laughing as their thick cocks filled her mouth with cum. I had nightmares where Laura was screaming and thrashing as big dicked studs fucked her from come to come. I had tried to call her, even tried to see her. She wouldn't take my calls, simply walked away when I showed up. I was in hell.
The paper had another article in the weekly police blotter, stating how Laura Smith, A.K.A. Alexis of Fantasies Unlimited, a local escort and modeling agency, had her fourth arrest for prostitution, soliciting, and public morals violation. The previous arrest had been held over for trial. For the first time, I caught her ad, a quarter of a page, with a nice picture of her, then on the other side, a picture of another woman, dark haired, really intense, identified as "Leigh". Alexis and Leigh did private escorts, dinner dates, social functions, lingerie and nude modeling, according to the ad.
The Chinese say that hell has seven levels. I found another one. I could imagine Laura, her blond hair full around her smooth and childlike face,smiling her come hither smile. She was in her hot purple lace bra, her large 38D breasts straining against the lace. She had on French cut panties, around her slim hips, her garters and hose in perfect symmetry.
Her slim legs were thin and willowy, meeting at her soft blond bush, which I could see because the panties were crotchless. She pulled the bra and panties off as she strode across the park at the center of town, falling to her knees before a group of men, sucking their thick cocks until she bent over, begging them to fill her again and again. The
policemen came, and they filled her too, before they took her off to lock her up in jail. In jail, she met a bull Dyke lez, who made Alexis her girlfriend and private property, then made her turn all of her money over to her. In this crazy dream, Laura cried, wishing that I would rescue her, take her away, so she didn't have to do this anymore.
The next week had another arrest, this time of Janice Carter, A.K.A. Leigh of Fantasies Unlimited, a local escort and modeling agency, and Laura Smith of Fantasies Unlimited, A.K.A. Alexis, for prostitution, crimes against nature, violations of the sodomy statuses, soliciting, and pandering. The prior arrests of Laura Smith were still being held over for trial. Laura's lawyer called me, telling me that she needed a sworn financial affidavit for the divorce case. She wanted to know the name
of my lawyer, since with the money and property at stake, she couldn't imagine that I didn't have one.
I was desperate. I had a friend call and book an appointment with Alexis. He was told that it was fifty dollars to book her for the evening, officially. Unofficially, he was told to bring between one thousand and two thousand dollars for the full range of services. Lesser services could be obtained for one hundred dollars. Banks closed in two hours he was reminded, and they took only cash after dark. He booked a room at a local motel, I took the money from the bank account, and I waited. At seven P.M. sharp, Alexis came to the door. She was inside and I chained the door before she saw who it was.
"Look, Sam I don't want any trouble."
"Neither do I, here is your fifty dollars. I'm a client."
"Really? Do you know what I do_ for my clients? Here's my card."
It took me several moments to read it.
“So can you tell what I do from the card?”
I was still silent.
“Can you read the bold letters?” she demanded impatiently.
I read the card again.
It said Alexis,
Fantasies
Unlimited
Commercial
Kindness,
Models &
Escorts.
"I can guess."
"Guessing is
not
good enough. You have to
know
. Here it is: For fifty bucks, I
suck
their dicks. For one hundred bucks, I
fuck
them, nice and slow or wild and fast. For one hundred fifty to two hundred bucks, I do a half and half, where they get blown to kingdom come, and then they get to enter the furry gates of my own personal heaven. For five hundred bucks, they get to fuck me in the
ass
. For fifty bucks I'll lick out their girlfriend, for two hundred fifty, a no holds bared threesome. Two guys
a11
night is five hundred bucks, more than two, one thousand dollars plus one hundred for each one I get to
cum in my mouth
. I do threesomes with Leigh, for five hundred bucks each, and we do bondage games for two thousand per night."
"So this is what you've become since you left me, a whore?"
Very coldly and intensely Alexis said "I am
not
a whore. I
don't
have a drug habit to support. I
don't
go to bed with anyone I don't want to go to bed with. I
don't
do anything I don't want to do. I'll admit I'm a
lot
more liberal than I used to be. What's a blow job between friends, anyhow?"
“Did I cause this, or did
you
just snap?" I accused her.
"Oh,
you
taught me alright. Remember the little bedroom game we used to play? Ten bucks for a blow job, Twenty for a
lay
? Then there was the night you tied me down and paid me
fifty
whole bucks. I was already a whore, the
whole time
I was married to you, I was just selling myself cheap to someone who wanted an exclusive contract, but wouldn't give me an exclusive contact. I
don't
do exclusives anymore."
“Is this about Megan? That happened on a business trip!"
"See? It's all just business. You do your business and screw Megan. I do my business, and screw everybody. I'm an
escort
, not a whore, and I'm
not
your whore anymore. I snapped the night you tossed me around like a rag doll just for LOOKING at another man in the hardware store. I'll admit it
was
intense, but I've seen you do worse to women in the supermarket. You know what's funny? The very same day I filed for divorce, I took that handsome young stud to a motel room, and then
sucked
him and
fucked
him until he couldn't
crawl
out of the room. He had me, in every way you ever have, I would have even given him my tight little
asshole
. I
begged
him to
fuck
me in the ass, but he just wouldn't do it. So I got one of your
best
