2-for-1 Discount–Part II

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I didn’t get out of Patricia and Ramona’s place until 7:30 the next morning. It was a crazy night of sex and talk. I had both of them in the ass, one time side by side as I switched back and forth from one to another.Before I was ready to leave, Patricia was sound asleep, but Ramona still looked fresh. She lay back on the bed smoking a cigarette, her body shiny with sweat. All night long I tried to figure out who she looked like and finally, at 6:30 it came to me. “Did anyone ever tell you that you are a dead ringer for Joan Jett?” Ramona smiled at me, the lit cigarette hanging from her lips. “Patricia tells me that all the time, so I guess I do. Don’t expect me to break out singing to you anytime soon, though.” She really did look like Joan Jett. She had that hard “don’t fuck with me” rebellious look about her. Dressing as she did tonight in all black didn’t do anything to dispel her appearance. “Well, I think you look great. I’m looking forward to seeing both of you next week.” “Chas, do you have anyone you see socially?” she asked. “Anyone special?” “No, I don’t. It’s been a long time since I have, maybe before I got into the whole escort thing. I just don’t think anyone could handle the fact that I make love to strangers and get paid for it. Besides, no one has interested me to the point where I would like to see them outside of the job. At least, not until now.” Ramona dragged deeply on the cigarette, allowing the smoke to escape her lips and be inhaled through her nose. After drawing it in, she held it for a few seconds and then let a thick plume of smoke escape her lips and smiled. “Is that supposed to make me feel special?” Jesus, even the way she smoked reinforced that hard and tough image she projected. “I don’t know how you should feel,” I replied. “I can only speak for my own feelings.” Ramona took a final deep drag from her smoke and put it out. “Well, for your information, it makes me feel damned special. In fact, no one has made me feel the way you have tonight, man or woman, and you’re the first man I’ve been with in years. I’d like that to continue, if it can. And I can tell you that Patricia would run away with you in a heartbeat.” That little bit of information caught me completely off-guard. “If you don’t mind my asking, is there a reason why you haven’t been with a man in years? You certainly seemed to enjoy it tonight.” “I’m very picky when it comes to cocks. I’ve found that most men I’ve met aren’t worth talking to, much less letting them shove their dicks inside me. You intrigue me, and that’s saying something.” “What about Patricia? Does she share your discriminating taste in men?” “Patricia is more bisexual than I am. She’s had more men than me, but not because she’ll fuck anything that walks. She just happens to want a stiff cock more than I do. She can’t walk away from it, where I will. But I’ll tell you something. You really rocked her world tonight. I can’t remember the last time I saw her get so excited. She even got off watching the two of us fuck. I’d be willing to bet that she came eight times tonight, maybe more. I came quite a bit myself, but I don’t want you to get a swelled head about it.” There it was again, that wry smile. Ramona reached to get another cigarette.That sounded like my cue to leave. I took Ramona in my arms and kissed her goodnight. It wasn’t a “I had a nice time” kind of kiss, but a deep one, full of promise of what might come. Just before I broke off the kiss I felt Ramona trembling. Perhaps there were deep feelings after all. I spent all day Sunday either in bed or on the sofa. I was beat and needed to rest. escort I would be meeting Vanessa on Monday for lunch. She was going to shit bricks when I told her that I couldn’t schedule anyone next Saturday. She wasn’t happy that I gave Patricia and Ramona a break on the fee. She’d go ballistic when she found out about next Saturday. But that was tough shit. I was entitled to my own life. I was sure that Vanessa had other escorts she handled. I never thought for a second that I was her only one. In fact, I was surprised she hadn’t incorporated in some way. She could start a “personal services” agency and keep things above board, but the forms and regulations, not to mention the taxes, didn’t encourage going legit. On Monday I kept my usual lunch date with Vanessa. She appeared to be in a very good mood. I was hoping I wouldn’t ruin it for her. “Vanessa, you’re looking pretty chipper today. Any particular reason?” “I had a date Saturday night and it couldn’t have gone any better. We’re going to do it again this week!” I should have known that sex had something to do with her mood. “Who’s the lucky guy?” I asked her. “Anybody I might know?” “No, you don’t know her. She’s too young for you.” That sound everyone in the dining room heard was my jaw dropping and hitting the floor. “Did I hear you correctly, Vanessa? Did the words ‘her’ and ‘she’ come out of your mouth?” “You heard me right the first time, Chas. We never hooked up for pleasure after that first weekend, so I never got the chance to tell you that I swing from both sides of the plate. She’s wonderful, and the sex is crazy good.” I couldn’t conceal my smile, as well as how happy I was for her. “Why Vanessa, you little devil! I had no idea, but I’m happy that you found someone. I can understand why you are beaming right now, so hopefully what I have to tell you will be okay.” Vanessa’s smile turned upside down, as if she could smell bad news. “Okay, Chas, what’s up?” “Oh, it’s not that big of a deal. I just need you to keep this Saturday night open for me. I can’t take any clients that night.” Vanessa knew me like the back of her hand, so her reply wasn’t unexpected at all. “Oh Chas, you stupid fuck! Don’t you dare tell me you’ve gone and fallen in love with those two teachers! You did, didn’t you? What am I going to do with you?” “Relax, Vanessa,” I said, holding my hands up like a criminal who just got caught by the police. “It’s not what it looks like. I just wanted to explore a few things with them, a follow-up, if you please. I couldn’t very well ask them for a round two and expect them to pay me for it.” “A follow-up? Jesus Christ, Chas, in all our time together you’ve never had a follow-up! I know you, Chas. I know you, and I’ve never seen this behavior from you, not once. You’ve fucking fallen in love, don’t try to deny it. Let me guess, it was the anorexic one, the one with the short black hair. Am I right? Jesus, she looks like an older Joan Jett, right up your alley!” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at Vanessa’s rantings. “Settle down, Vanessa,” I pleaded with her. “I’m just a little curious and want to have a little fun.” Vanessa was slowly calming down. “So, you think she looks like Joan Jett, do you? How long did it take you to figure that out?” “About two seconds after I met her, you fuckstick! Look, I’ll do what you want on this, but if you want to move in with them or something, you’ve got to promise me that you won’t let it interfere with your weekend jobs. Just remember, when you don’t work I don’t get paid.” “But Vanessa, I’m not foolish enough escort bayan to think that I’m the only escort you handle. How many others do you have under your umbrella?” “Counting you there are eight escorts I handle. But you were my first, so my loyalty will always be with you. You gave me my start and I’ll never forget that.” “Thank you. Vanessa, I appreciate your honesty but this is important to me that I see these two again.” “Then I won’t schedule anyone for Saturday. Here’s the info sheet on your Friday client.” Vanessa handed me the sheet. One thing about Vanessa, she was thorough when it came to these sheets. It always listed the name, height, weight, appearance, where to meet and some background details on the client. It was typewritten and done very professionally. I ran over the details of this client. Her name was Hope. She was fifty-four and married, which was unusual. Not that she was fifty-four, but that she was married. Probably ninety percent of my clients were either divorced, widowed or just plain single. I always took great pains to be as discreet as possible with a married woman. It usually meant that Vanessa had booked a room at a nice hotel, so that we couldn’t be surprised by an irate husband. Whenever that happened, Vanessa made sure that the fee was adjusted upward to allow for the expense of the hotel. On Wednesday I called Patricia and Ramona to make sure that we were still on for Saturday night. Patricia answered the phone. “Hello, Chas. I was just thinking about you. How have you been?” “Oh, I’m doing well, Patricia. I was calling to make sure that we still have a date this Saturday. You know, if you can’t make it I’ll understand.” “Can’t make it? Hell’s minions couldn’t keep us from seeing you on Saturday night. Of course we’re still on.” “That’s good news. Would you like to meet me somewhere and follow me to my place, or would you like me to just give you directions?” Patricia hesitated for a minute, then broke into lewd laughter. “Oh, I think we should meet you somewhere. That way, when we leave every woman in the place will know that we are with you. I want to make them all jealous.” I couldn’t suppress a chuckle on my end upon hearing that. “Somehow I expected that, Patricia. I want you both to know that I’m very excited about seeing both of you. I have some special plans for our evening together.” I proceeded to tell Patricia the name, address and phone number of a bar where I wanted them to meet me. “Be there at 7pm sharp. We have a long night ahead of us.” Patricia’s breath suddenly became ragged. “Oh, Chas, I’ll be wet all week just waiting for Saturday night to get here. I’ll see you then.” As I hung up on my end I could just picture Patricia with her hands in her pants, getting herself worked into a lather. Yes, that’s just what I wanted. Planting a few seeds of anticipation would keep her and Ramona on edge. Friday night I met Hope at the Hilton lounge. She left word with the hostess that she would be expecting me and, before I stopped at the lounge, I checked with the front desk to see that our room was ready. I instructed the desk staff to send up some spirits and fruit to be waiting for us when we got there. As I was being led to her table I couldn’t help but stop dead in my tracks. Hope was gorgeous, petite and obviously wealthy, based on the jewelry and designer clothes she was wearing. Just sitting there, she exuded an aura of refinement about her, from the way she sat in her chair to the tilt of her head when she saw me approach her table. I’ve had a few “rich bitches” in bayan escort my career, and they were always cold in bed. I hoped that tonight would be different and that Hope would have a little fire down below. Before I seated myself Hope extended her hand and introduced herself. I kissed her outstretched hand, lingering with the kiss for a second longer than acceptable. That was my way of telling her that I liked what I saw. She made no effort to pull her hand back, even smiling and giving out a little moan as my lips kept up the contact with the smooth skin of her hand. “Why Chas,” she purred. “You are quite the charmer, aren’t you?” “Only when I meet a charming lady, Hope, and you fit that particular description nicely.” She was sizing me up with her eyes, apparently liking what she saw. I wondered what her reaction would be later when she got a good look at the business end of Chas. Most women were speechless when they saw my cock for the first time, especially those with a refined background and repressed libidos. Hope had short brown hair that was showing signs of graying, although she didn’t try to hide it with coloring. It gave her a distinguished look, as if she wore it like a badge of honor, telling everyone that she was good looking and knew it. Aging was merely another way of showing her natural beauty. She wore a simple little black dress, obviously from a famous designer. Her single strand of pearls accentuated her delicate features, and she wore small diamond earrings that were striking in their simplicity, not taking any attention away from her beauty. She dressed in a way which told those who came into contact with her that she was moneyed, but didn’t flaunt her wealth. Accessories had a purpose, and in Hope’s world they highlighted her beauty without becoming the main attraction.Hope got right to the point. “You probably see lots of women like me, married to men who don’t appreciate us anymore, whose mistresses provide them with what they think they need. I’m not going to lie to you, Chas. I’ve never done this before. I’ve had chances with other men, but I never went through with it. I figured that if I’m going to cheat, it may as well be with someone young, who has what women like me want, and need, even if I have to pay for it.” She looked vulnerable sitting across from me, having bared her soul to a paid escort. I had to be tactful. Her feelings were fragile, and I needed to make sure that she felt wanted, felt needed. “Hope, I can tell you that a vast majority of the women I service aren’t married. They are widowed, divorced, some never married. They want an evening of something that they once knew, an evening of being special, and they know that I can make it special for them. I happen to enjoy the company of mature women, Hope. I love what they can do for me as much as for anything that I can give to them. When I am with a woman such as yourself I lose myself in the passion.” Hope looked at me with a longing in her eyes. She didn’t need to say a word. “So, Hope, the question I have to ask you is simple. Are you prepared to leave your expectations at the door, along with your inhibitions? If you are, I can guarantee that we will have a wonderful evening and you will return home tomorrow with a different outlook on life. You look like the kind of woman who has earned a chance at happiness, why not take it?” Hope smiled. “I like you, Chas. I’m going to let everything go and allow you to show me what I’ve been missing all these years. Why don’t we have a drink and then head up to our room?” “I have a better idea,” I said to her. “Why don’t we have drinks delivered to our room and we can get started on what we’re here for?” I stood in front of her and offered my hand. “Yes, why not?” And, with that, Hope took my hand and we walked toward the elevators. When the elevator doors closed I took Hope into my arms and kissed her.

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