The Year My Life Changed.
We talked, and were halfway through lunch when she said, "so when are you going to actually tell me what it was you were thinking about?"
I took a deep breath. "I was thinking that sex with my husband is so fucking vanilla."
"Well, that's easy to fix, take a lover like I do," she said.
"I could, but well let's say a career opportunity has recently opened up, that would.... negate the need for a lover, a rather lucrative one."
Monica gave me a hard look, a very hard one. I was saved by the waiter asking if we wanted a pastry. Neither of us did, but she ordered two more drinks. Then she looked at me again, she said nothing, until our drinks were on the table and the waiter had moved away.
"So, this opportunity, you're freelance I take it?"
"In a manner of speaking," I replied.
"Good, no third party to negotiate with?"
"No, none," I replied.
"And your husband knows?"
"He knows."
"Good, the blue hulled yacht, you see it?"
I looked, then nodded my head.
"Be there at nine, wear a cocktail dress, you know the sort of thing. Five hundred euros."
I nodded my head again, my stomach in a knot, that tingling feeling between my legs.
"I'd have paid double, but I'll shout you lunch, so until nine."
With that she got up and left, not once looking back.
***
As I stepped out of Changi airport, the humidity struck me, and I almost melted on the spot. The chauffeur who had met me put my cases into the boot, then we were quickly on our way, to wherever the people who had booked me, and flown me here were located.
At least the interior of the car was cool thanks to the aircon, cool enough for my nipples to poke through the thin material of my linen dress.
"There is chilled water in the cooler in front of you Ma'am," the driver said over his shoulder, as he dealt with the horrendous traffic. I leant forward, and took a bottle, drinking it straight from the bottle.
"Sit back, enjoy the sights, it's about half an hour journey Ma'am."
"Thank you, but it's Leigh," I said.
"That's a pretty name Ma'am."
It wasn't what I expected, it was beyond that, no wonder they could afford to fly me halfway around the world, when there must be hundreds of prostitutes within a mile of where we were, though the why still alluded me. All that was going through my head when a familiar voice greeted me.
"Hello slut, good flight?"
I turned and saw Monica.
"Yes, thank you, and lovely to see you too," I replied, not caring if I sounded catty or not, it had been a long flight.
"Good now come here, we need to talk, but first give me your passport, and certs."
I handed over my passport, and showed, then forwarded the STI certificate to Monica's phone.
"I don't get why I'm here Monica," I said.
"Let's see, you're five feet nine in your stockinged feet, blue eye, blonde, with big tits. And you can fuck, and deep throat."
"Well, when you put it like that! So?"
"Word is out on you, the people that have flown you here are interested in you, so be good, and play your cards right. I've told them you have no restrictions, is that still, correct?"
"Of course."
*
Jian looked me up and down, as if he were about to eat me, which perhaps he was. Shorter than me, his eyes level with my boobs, but then I was wearing my heels. I didn't have to ask what he wanted. I sank down, unzipped him, and as Monica watched on, I did what I was paid to do. His cock wasn't big, average? Like what is average, and who decided on that measurement. Do black men have bigger cocks than Asian's. I've no idea, and frankly I don't care. I was being paid to suck his, and that's what I did. I've yet to encounter one that I couldn't deep throat, one day perhaps, but not today. Today I deep throated his, took him into my throat, as Monica my pimp watched, pound signs in her eyes. I put my hands behind my back, gripped the heels of my sandals for balance, as he increased his thrusting, taking the opportunity to breathe as he pulled back. He gripped my hair tightly, and I knew he was close, knew to hold my position. Then he thrust forcefully forward, his entire cock all but buried down my throat, as he came, rope after rope, never once releasing me. I didn't panic, took what air I could through my nose, then as he withdrew, I opened my mouth, once he had looked, I swallowed, gulping his gift down. Then still with my hands behind me, I leant forward, taking his cock in my mouth, working it with my tongue. A younger man might have stirred again, but he didn't, just stepped back. Then, and only then did I lower my eyes, and waited.
"Fuck Monica, she is something, have you marked her yet?" He asked.
"Not yet, but I will, and soon." Monica replied.
"Don't, not yet. I want her, how much are you asking?"
Now they had my full attention, what the fuck was going on.
"I haven't decided if I even want to sell her yet, she's a money maker, she's good for another ten years if I'm careful with her, then I'll sell her of course, but if it were now it would have to be six figures and then some."
*
We talked, and were halfway through lunch I asked her, "so when are you going to actually tell me what it was you were thinking about?"
She looked shocked that I'd asked, then she took a deep breath, and told me.
"I was thinking that sex with my husband is so fucking vanilla," Leigh said.
I almost laughed, like no big surprise, half the women I know are in the same predicament.
"Well, that's easy to fix, take a lover like I do," I told her.
"I could, but well let's say a career opportunity has recently opened, that would.... negate the need for a lover, a rather lucrative one," she replied.
I gave her a hard look, a very hard one. The waiter asking if we wanted a pastry. Neither of us did, but I ordered two more drinks. As I looked on, looked at her hard, saying nothing, did she mean what I thought she meant. I said nothing until our drinks were on the table and the waiter had moved away.
"So, this opportunity, you're freelance I take it?" I ventured.
"In a manner of speaking," she replied.
