After going through the stress of having to act the part of a real estate developer on my date with Kay, the wannabe partner in a big law firm, and then later getting pushed around by a bunch of bossy G-men, I was ready for a normal client. Just a woman who wants to have nice dinner, go to a concert, take in a movie and then afterwards, have a nice friendly fuck -- or even a little kinky shit. Just no more stress from pretending I'm a normal successful big shot instead of a bail jumper, itinerant laborer and male escort.
When my cell rang, I shuddered thinking it would be Maureen or Jolene with another stress client. It was Jolene. "Art, I wondered how long it'd be before you had some repeat clientele. Wanna guess who it is?"
With a note of dread in my voice, I started with guessing who I hoped it wasn't, "Not Fatim, one of our allies from an oil rich Middle Eastern country?"
After a few more tries Jolene interrupted. "Art remember your first date?"
I couldn't believe my luck. It was no-complications in the name of Denise - late 50's, packing a few pounds too many and ignored by her rich cardiologist husband who was fucking his young nurse with the juicy pussy.
Jolene was halfway apologetic. "Well Art, you can't expect to always get clients who look like models. Anyway, it's the clients we get who pay, not the clients we don't get."
I played the part of the dedicated warrior who takes it as it comes. "Right, we can't always choose our mission. You know my motto: 'Service is my middle name'."
Jolene seldom missed an opportunity to be bitchy. "Oh Art, that's a really clever pun. Got any more?" But never one to miss out on a chance to make money either, she quickly got over her bitchiness and turned nice. "Guess what. It's a multi-day stint. The client wants to meet you out at Towson on Wednesday for lunch, and then go to the Delaware shore for a long weekend. Casual dress, oh you'll need swim trunks too." Then injecting a forced laugh, she continued, "at least when you're on the beach."
My mood improved about 500%. On our one date, Denise had been a no fuss, no muss client. Just a woman past her prime and in need of good uncomplicated fucking and some halfway kinky stuff. Plus, bail jumper and itinerate laborer that I am, I don't get many opportunities to enjoy beach life.
I had to control myself to not say, "where in Towson" too fast.
"In the lobby of the Best Western, same place where you met her the last time. She won't be a guest though. She said at 12 noon and you'll have lunch there together and afterwards head out to the Delaware shore. Don't be late. From Towson, it's close to 3 hours driving and you never know about traffic."
I couldn't believe my luck. Not only was there going to be 4 full days of 'tips', more important though was that only the first day would be halfway strenuous. I figured that after that, Denise's carnal appetite would start petering out and it'd be easy street for the rest of the weekend.
On Wednesday morning, I packed a newly acquired gym bag with some clothes, toiletries and a newly acquired swim suit and took a bus downtown where I caught the No. 48 Quick Bus out to Towson Town. There I caught a cab to the Best Western. I could have easily walked but hotel staff looks at walk-ins as suspicious characters and anyway, I didn't want to be all sweated up.
Arriving early, I took a seat in the lobby and waited. Around 11:45, in walked Denise. I wondered why she didn't recognize me straight away and then remembered my Mitt Romney hair styling. On our first 'date', I'd been my 100% natural gray. After we sat down for lunch she gushed compliments about my new look. In fact she had so many compliments, I had to change the subject.
We had a really healthy lunch of Greek salads and mindful of the 2+ hour drive, avoided wine. She explained that we were going to Slatter Beach where she had use of a beach house. I conjured up visions of the two of us pumping away to the music of crashing waves as cooling breezes wafted in through open windows, early morning swimming followed by showering together and then breakfast on a porch facing out over the Atlantic. All that did indeed come about, but that there would be more didn't even cross my mind.
My normal 'tip' (fee) for an overnight is $600. Taking into account that I'd get 4 consecutive overnights and assuming that only the first night would be anywhere near strenuous, I told Denise she'd need to 'tip' me only $1,800 for the whole 4 days. The look on her face told me that she hadn't expected a volume discount. In contractor's language, I'd left $600 on the table! You'd think I'd be pissed at myself but I was happy as a fly on a manure pile -- Denise's libido was sure to peak the first night and even it didn't, no matter. I remembered her as being a nice pleasant fuck.
She 'suggested' that instead of having coffee at the Best Western coffee shop, we would stop for coffee somewhere along the way. I agreed with great gusto -- not that I had, or wanted to have, much choice in such matters.
Mindful of avoiding Baltimore traffic, she said we'd be going north on I 95 and then at Newark (Delaware, not New Jersey) take Route 1 south. The client being always right, I enthusiastically agreed that this route would be best. When we got out to her car, a newer model small silver Mercedes, she asked if I'd like to drive. Pleading unfamiliarity with the car and not mentioning that I had no driving license, I politely declined.
After an hour or so of bucking traffic on 95, I started looking at her maps and proposed that we get off the interstate and try US 40. She agreed and added that maybe it'd be easier to find a nice coffee shop. After all, along the interstate, it's hard to find anything but disgusting noisy chain fast food places.
In Elkton, we did find a shopping center coffee shop. After we took a table, she got around to telling me about the beach house where we were headed. It turned out that it belonged to a college sorority sister, Haley. Then Denise went on about how she and Haley had stayed in touch all the decades since college -- well not just stayed in touch -- no they remained real friends who didn't keep secrets from one another.
Interrupting her monologue, I asked if she had shared with Haley the problem she was having with her husband.
"Why of course. No reason to keep that back. Look Ralph, we just don't keep stuff back from one another."