I did not really know what we were going to do. My business was being liquidated in bankruptcy. Even when times were good, we were not putting much aside for a rainy day. I suppose we thought that we would just never need it. We had bought more house than we could actually afford, and had two mortgages on that. I had tried to find a job but without success. It seemed that everywhere I went, there were a hundred applicants for each position.
When it rains, it pours. Now, we had learned that my wife Mary had cancer and would need chemotherapy. When the business failed, we had elected not to maintain medical insurance since we would have had to pay the full cost ourselves. We just could not afford it.
Brenda lived in our neighborhood. She definitely stood out--in more ways than one. In her mid-30's, she was a few years younger than me, and she was strikingly attractive. Her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. No matter the season, she always sported a tan. She was fairly petite, but with a slim figure that featured large breasts. She would sometimes work in her yard or wash one of her vehicles wearing a bikini.
Brenda was not popular with the other wives and was the topic of regular gossip. The consensus was that she must have had implants. There was also speculation as to how she was able to support herself. She claimed to own her own business but no one seemed to know much about it. She herself was somewhat secretive on that subject.
Brenda and I were both in the habit of getting exercise by walking around the neighborhood after dinner. We would frequently walk together, and I had come to like her as a good friend. My wife, Mary, resented that and urged me to stay away from her. But I thought that Mary was maybe just a little jealous.
One evening, as Brenda and I were casually walking around the block, I unburdened myself to her about our financial problems. I saw no solution. Brenda politely heard me out. She then suggested that she might be able to help me. There might be a place for me in her business. She invited me to her house the next morning to discuss the matter and I eagerly accepted. I had no idea what her business was. But it was the first positive news I had gotten in some time.
I rang Brenda's doorbell about 10:00 the next morning. The woman who opened the door took my breath away. She was wearing a tight black dress, with matching black heels. The outfit provided a sharp contrast to her blonde hair and blue eyes. The dress revealed ample cleavage and the hem did not extend far below her thighs. As she ushered me inside and closed the door, she reached up and kissed me lightly on the cheek. This was certainly not like any business meeting I had ever been a part of.
Taking my hand, she led me into her well-appointed living room. I took the sofa, and she made her way to a chair facing me. As she sat down, her dress hiked up. Although she crossed her legs, her panties were clearly visible. She certainly noticed my stare, but did not seem the least bit self-conscious.
"Tim," she began matter-of-factly, "I am glad you are here. I believe that we can make some money together." This, along with her appearance, certainly intrigued me. But I said nothing. She explained, "My business is providing male escorts to high-level female executives. We operate world wide." Looking me up and down, she continued, "You seem to be an attractive man--at least from what I can see now. And with your education and business experience, I am confident that you could hold your own in any situation with one of my clients. Working with me would solve your financial worries. And Mary would be able to get the medical care she needs." With that, she crossed her arms across her chest, apparently waiting for my reply.
I was stunned. It was true that I was desperate. Before long, we would be facing eviction. But how could I do this? And what would I tell Mary? I honestly informed Brenda that I just did not think I could be comfortable doing this
Brenda had a ready made reply. She had no doubt heard this objection before. "Well, Tim." she said, "what other options do you have? You are in your forties. There are no jobs available now in your field. You cannot pay for your house. You cannot get the care that your wife has to have to live. And I offer you a way forward. I want to help you with your problems--if you will let me. Let's just get started and see how things go."
I had to admit she was right. With a deep sigh, I answered, "Okay, we can try it."
