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A Very Special Guy

By: LynnGKS



It had been a good night. Three guys at three fifty a piece plus tips made a nice take home, even discounting the forty percent I had to pay the cabbies. The Place Pigalle must have been hopping. The cabbies called it "Pig Alley." I'd spent my time picking up Johns there for the better part of a year, but I could afford a nice place now, an apartment just off the Venetian causeway. 

It was a lot safer working out of an apartment than picking up guys in bars. Too many cops in bars. Two cabbies checked out the Johns for me as they left Place Pigalle, horny from watching the strippers -- who left nothing to the imagination. Ray was the best but Sonny got me lots of business too. Usually I went to the John's hotel room. Sometimes the cabbie brought them to my place. 

I was twenty-three and I'd been a hooker for a year and a half -- since that worthless bastard I'd been living with decided he didn't want to marry me. I still get chills up my spine every time I remember how close I came to making that big mistake. I'd been working as a cocktail waitress at the Deauville and he took what little I earned to buy beer. When he left me, I figured to hell with men -- three losers in a row -- that was enough! I was gonna rent my pussy by the hour. It paid well. A lot of guys with money came to the conventions at Miami Beach and most of them got horny away from the dull little wife.

It was a good living, but some nights I couldn't avoid thinking about where I was going with my life, even when it got me all depressed and teary eyed. I'd picked up a lot of college credits at Broward College and I was just about a year away from a degree. I'd be the first one in my family with a college degree. 

I had enough in the bank and my safe box to support me for over a year while I finished college, but shit! The job I'd qualify for with that degree didn't pay a third of what I could make as a hooker! On the other hand, the older my pussy got the less the Johns were gonna pay to fuck it. They liked 'em young! Every time I got to this point in planning my life, I started to think about how all alone I was, and then I always ended up having another drink, and going to bed, crying, lonely, no way out!

I woke up Thursday mid-morning with a smile. Thursday was my day off. I put on my best sporty outfit, an expensive one, and headed for South Beach. A little shopping -- lunch at a nice place -- then afternoon in the shade next to the beach, engaging in my favorite sport - people watching. I would dine early and alone at an expensive place -- it was my Thursday ritual. I morphed from cheap hooker to rich tourist -- clothes, make-up, and all -- and tried to forget what I was. 

By late afternoon I was relaxed and happy, trying to decide which of my favorite restaurants to spoil myself in. There was a real good-looking guy who had sat at a table near me and glanced at me from time to time and finally he picked up his drink and came over to my table.

"Would you like some company?" He asked in a very nice way. 

I was not working tonight -- no way was I gonna proposition this guy! And the last thing I needed was some horny bastard trying to get a free piece of ass. But I didn't want to spoil my afternoon by being rude and he had such a nice smile. I usually didn't do this but maybe some company would be fun for a change. Lonely was a bad way to be.

"Sure. Pull up a chair. I'm a people watcher. What about you?"

"I enjoy trying to guess what they do when they're back home," he said. "My name is Gordon Ritch."

"Hi! I'm Geri Norman. Are you a tourist?"

He joined me at the table and extended his left hand. I shook it and noticed no wedding band but that meant nothing.

"Not really. I do taxes and it takes a lot of updating the way the laws and regs keep changing. If I'm gonna pay some guy to lecture me I'd rather be in Miami than Cleveland. And you?"

What does a hooker do? She tells lies to guys who pay to be lied to. "I'm a cocktail waitress working my way through Broward College."

"What's your major?" He asked with a pleasant smile. 

I looked more closely. He was good looking and had that really great smile. Then I warned myself --"Get control of yourself you stupid bitch. He just wants to fuck you. Like every other bastard out there."

"I'm a business major -- just thirty credit hours away from my BA." 

He asked about my courses. I told the truth. He asked about my job. I lied. He asked about my family. I told the truth. He was twenty-seven and a partner in a firm in Knoxville. He was fun to talk to, and before I figured out what was happening we were on our way to a nice little Italian place that was a favorite of mine. I wasn't horny but I needed to be with a man -- there's an important difference. Sometimes you just need a man. But, I kept telling myself that the only thing he wanted was a free piece of ass. 

Then, after dinner, he offered to take me home. I had made an all-men-are-bastards bet with myself. So I told another lie, figuring my car would be okay in the parking garage overnight, and said I would be very grateful for a ride. He drove me to my place in his rental car, me pointing directions all the way. He pulled up at my place with the headlights aimed at the apartment house entrance, left the motor running, and came around and opened the door for me.

"Thank you very much for your company," he said. "I enjoyed talking to you a lot." 

He led me nearly to my door. He paused and waited till I got my key out and opened it. Then he smiled and waved a friendly good night. I went in and closed the door. Then I stopped and stood frozen in the hall. Shit! He didn't try to screw me! I lost my bet. I went to bed thinking that maybe Gordon was just about the nicest guy that I had ever met.

It was almost two months later that my phone rang. Hooker's hearts don't skip beats. But mine did exactly that when I heard his voice. He was back in town and wanted to have dinner. I called Ray and told him I was taking the night off and the next as well. I can't remember how long it had been since I took so much trouble trying to look good. Trying to get rid of that cheap look that the Johns liked. The same cheap look that all the guys I had ever dated liked. I wanted to look like a really nice girl for Gordon.

Hookers don't get gaga when some guy knocks on their door, but that was the way I was when he picked me up. I had an absolutely wonderful evening -- dinner and dancing in the moonlight and soft music. On the way home my mind started to race. What do "normal" people do on the second date? Do they fuck? What should I do if he wants to come in? Do I invite him in if he doesn't ask? What the fuck should I do? 

My worry was for nothing. Same drill as before. Motor running, lights aimed at the door, waved good night when I opened the door. I was hooked! This guy was gonna get all the user friendly pussy he could handle. Then I reminded myself that this guy wasn't like the rest of those horny bastards I was with night after night. This was a very special guy.

We had dinner the next night and he was as wonderful as before and when we got home it was the same drill -- except -- except -- thank the good Lord! He kissed me. It was a real kiss -- on my lips -- one hand on each shoulder and not pulling me close -- but it was a real kiss and it felt good. Oh so very good! It was like a dream!

I lay in bed thinking about him. That afternoon he had actually spent time helping me with my accounting homework. I had never dated a guy who'd been to college. He had smiled. I kept seeing his smile. It was obvious what was happening. I was falling in love. I thought about making love to him. Shit! That's stupid! Hookers sell pussy or trade it to pimps for business -- they don't just give it away like horny high school girls. But that's what I wanted to do. I thought about being in bed with him.

It was a painful two months until he came down again, but during that time we had exchanged phone calls every week. I quit work for a week this time and Ray was real upset. He'd come by to pick up his 40%. Tonight that amounted to well over a thousand bucks. Sounds like a lot, but he checked the John's IDs and he could spot a cop a mile away.

"You're losing a lot of money, Geri," Ray said. "I've seen this before. All hookers are suckers for guys that pretend to be in love with them. You end up losing a lot of bucks and the bum gets a lot of free pussy. The gals always lose in the end."

"How do you know it's a guy?" I demanded.

He laughed. "Hey honey -- I been pimping for twenty plus years! I seen it all. You got a guy!"

Ray wasn't stupid. Was my guy really special? Or was he just another guy exploiting women, like Ray thought? He hadn't been trying to fuck me. I was in love with him. But I'd been fooled by three bastards before. I didn't seem to learn about men. And I hadn't even begun to think about the biggest question of all -- I'd been fucking and blowing up to fifty guys a month for almost two years. What would Gordon think about that if he found out?

I needed to talk to Ray. He was the only friend I had. "You're right, Ray. I gotta guy. Can you come in for a minute? Sit down. Let me get you a drink."

Ray came in, smiling. "I seen a lot of gals go through this," he said. "They think they're in love. Usually with a John. Is your guy a John?"

"No. Just a guy I met."

"You're lucky. Does he know you're a hooker?"

"No."

"You're double lucky."

"You fuckin him?"

"No."

"You got a lot going for you Geri. You're ready to quit! Right?"

"Yeah. I want to quit. Help me."

Ray was married. Same gal for twenty years. I fucked him sometimes -- he was a great pimp but he was also a good friend -- my only really close friend. He loved his wife. He'd been in the business a long time and he knew a lot. I always listened to him carefully.

"If you're serious, here's what you do. Get a new apartment with a new phone. Change your cell too. Nobody knows you except by your first name and your phone number. Most of the time you used your working name. You'll just disappear in a new apartment with new phones. Don't turn any tricks after you move. Stay clean. Don't go to any of the old places. No contact with any people in the business, even the girls. Change your looks. Tone yourself down a notch. You can live off your bank account, but you need to get a job. I'll tell everybody you took your stash and went back to your folks in Orlando."

"Thank you Ray. That's good advice. I'm gonna do it!" 

Ray and I talked for a while. I was grateful. People in the business would believe him. Some girls did get away sometimes and some even got a decent life. Maybe I could too. He was about to leave. 

"You're a great friend, Ray. Thanks a lot. Would you like a good-bye piece of ass? You've been such a good friend for a long time."

"No thank you, honey. Not tonight. I'm headed home." 

"Not even a blowjob? I mean ... I wanna say thank you for everything you've done for me." Ray always enjoyed my blowjobs.

"Well, ... " he said, hesitating.

I was on my knees in a flash working on his zipper and when that fat uncircumcised cock came out it was already getting hard. I cradled his big hairy balls in my hand and ran the tip of my tongue under his thick foreskin. He groaned when my tongue touched the tender, moist head of his dick. Then I skinned it back and got down to serious work with my lips and tongue. I took him deep and buried my face in his thick, curly pubic hair. My nostrils were filled with that familiar aroma of sweaty male genitals.  

As I worked I remembered when I first started hooking. Like all the other girls, I sucked off half the cabbies in Miami trying to get my name and number out there for business. This would be my last professional job and it was somehow appropriate that it was a cabbie. With some cabbies we tried to lay 'em off rather than pay 'em off, so we could keep their forty percent, but Ray had been too experienced for that. After he became my friend and regular pimp I serviced him whenever he needed it and my blowjobs were his favorite thing.

"Oh Jesus - Geri that's good," Ray said, groaning.

It took only a few minutes. Ray was always fast. When I felt his heavy balls lift up out of my hand, I knew what was going to happen next. He groaned and grabbed my head in both hands, shoving his cock deep into my throat, his fingers entangled in my long blond hair. His hips pumped uncontrollably as he ejaculated a massive load of thick, creamy semen down my throat. I swallowed it rapidly. I was too much of a professional to gag -- I'd done this hundreds of times. 

I held his cock in my mouth, as it gradually got soft. I swallowed the last of his musky tasting cum and looked up at him -- his head bent back in the chair, his face relaxed and satisfied. Then I milked down his rapidly softening cock and got a big drop of sticky white cum on the head of his dick. It looked just like a beautiful pearl. I licked it off and smiled up at him, as I pulled his thick foreskin back down over the head of his cock.

"Jesus, Geri, your tongue is just like electricity. You give the best blowjobs I ever had. I love my wife but nobody sucks cock like you do. Worth every bit of the three hundred bucks the Johns pay."

"Thank you Ray. But that's your last one for a while, and mine too; unless it turns out I'm wrong about Gordon. Wish me luck."

"Good luck baby. I hope you make it. Remember, most gals are back on the street in a few months. But I've seen some make it. Just hang in there. The first few months are the hardest. Watch your money. Maybe you'll get lucky."

I followed Ray's advice. I explained to Gordon that my new apartment was in a better location. I got a job in the lounge at the Deauville for peanuts, turned down every guy who propositioned me, and signed up for an extra six credit hours at college. I had the bucks in the bank to live the way I wanted, but I was more careful with my money now.

It happened during his fifth trip. Gordon had been coming in for a drink after he took me out and we had kissed and loved a bit sitting on the couch. He didn't rush me or press me. But then one night it just happened. He carried me to bed. That had never happened to me before - ever in my life. He was so gentle and loving. I let him lead. He obviously had some experience. He brought me to orgasm twice. I never came with the Johns. He stayed all night. He was in my sandbox now. I was a pro and he was gonna get anything he wanted. Anytime he wanted it.

After that, Gordon came down regularly just to see me and when spring break came around he invited me up to Knoxville for a visit to meet his partners and their wives. Before he went back that time he handed me his partnership business card as I dropped him off at the airport. I tucked the card away in my purse and thought nothing of it till I changed purses that night. When I looked at his card I got a sudden cramp in my stomach. The name of the senior partner was familiar -- too damn familiar. I ran to get my card file.

I always kept a monthly record for the cabbies of the tricks I turned and what they paid (not the tip of course). Ray and Sonny got forty percent of the up front payment. But when a guy called and I turned him extra, I kept a separate record -- no split for the cabbie. If a guy looked like he might call when he came back in town again, I listed him separately. I had a card file with all the details -- dates, names, what they wanted, what they paid, and if they gave me a business card it was attached to my three by five file card. 

I used abbreviations of course: F was for "French" meaning a blowjob; B was for "ball" meaning I fucked 'em, and so on. When a guy called again I could check out what he wanted and what he was willing to pay -- even what he liked to drink. 

Gordon's senior partner had a familiar name. He was in my file! A card just like the one Gordon gave me was stapled to my three by five card. There were three dates listed. Sonny had set up my first date with him and Walter had called me two more times. The first date said, "B - $400", the second said, "F & B $700" and the third said, "all night -- came three times - $1100." He didn't know me as "Geri" -- I had used my working name "Donna" but he knew my old phone number.

So now what? I was going to Knoxville in a week to meet Gordon's friends. I was gonna meet Walter. I sat down and started thinking. When I quit hookin I had cut my hair shorter and gone back to my natural brunet-- the Johns liked long flowing blond hair for some reason. I had started going out in the sun a lot and had a good tan -- Johns liked their women with nice white skin. I didn't dress like a hooker any more. All of this meant that I looked a lot different. But Walter had seen me up close -- three times - talked to me -- slept with me - kissed me -- fucked me -- watched me suck his cock - would he remember me?

Gordon picked me up at the airport and took me to a hotel he had booked for me in Maryville, near his place. It was very exciting to see him again and we made love that afternoon. He had taken the day off. That night there was a party at his club and all the partners and their wives would be there including Walter and his wife. I was sick to my stomach when we walked into the club.

I recognized Walter right away as Gordon went through the introductions. I remembered him as an arrogant bastard. When I saw his wife and heard the way she talked I could see, at once, why Walter needed rent-a-pussy. She was a real bitch. Walter checked me out and it was apparent that he was the play-around type of guy. I wondered if any of the others saw in him what I saw. I knew a lot about guys -- at least the bad ones (I had learned a lot from the first three bastards that took me for a ride). Walter gave no clue that he had recognized me.

Dinner went well and afterward we did some dancing. Walter asked me to dance. "Here it comes," I said to myself. If he's recognized me he would tell me now. What the hell should I do? I'd fuck him, of course, if I had to. To keep Gordon I'd do just about anything. But that probably wouldn't work because once I started fucking him his demands would never stop. He might even use me for a while and then tell Gordon about me just for laughs. He held me close but didn't act as if he had connected this clean-cut girl-next-door with the slutty "Donna" who'd knocked on his hotel door in Miami Beach. 

Then his hand crept down to my ass. The bastard! Meets me for the first time and grabs my ass! I reached back and moved his hand up to my waist. He didn't try again. But, suddenly I realized that this was good news. He was just checking me out. Would the junior partner's gal be extra friendly to the senior partner? He didn't recognize me! Shit! I had dodged a bullet!

We got back to the table and for me the party got a lot better.

The next day, Gordon proposed -- ring and all. I was deliriously happy. It was just like a dream. In two months I would graduate and we could be married. This was not supposed to happen to girls like me. But it did. I was going to live again -- live in the world of normal people -- no hookers, no pimps, no Johns.

I felt guilty about the secret I had to keep from my very special guy -- but how do you tell the guy you love that in the past two years you'd fucked hundreds of guys -- maybe even a thousand! Jesus! I'd never thought about it that way before, but when I did the math, it just leaped out at me, and when I remembered my bank account and safety box I knew it was real. I'd fucked and sucked a hell of a lot of guys! 

I loved Gordon. I wanted to marry him. What the hell else could I do except keep my mouth shut?

*

Dear Readers: Now what do I do? I'm the one that has to write it. What does Geri do? Does she tell Gordon about her past? And if she does will he still love her? Does Walter finally make the connection? Walter has her old phone number which is probably still in Gordon's address file. He has the connections to check it out. What if he calls "Donna" again? Girls! Help me! And guys too, I guess, but I have an idea what the guys will want to read about. 

A Very Special Guy Ch. 02



I was back in Miami Beach taking classes again after spring break, proudly wearing the engagement ring Gordon had given me, and wishing the time would go faster till my graduation. My very special guy would be at my graduation and we would go up to Orlando, where my folks lived and get married. 

I had gotten out of "the business" and led a straight life. I had fallen in love with a very special guy. I was deliriously happy in my dream. Then a knock on my door brought me back into the real world. I opened the door and my dream collapsed. There stood a leering Walter, grinning in triumph.

"Hello Donna," he said. "It's good to see you again."

"How did you ... I mean ... " I almost fainted.

"When I met you at the party last week, something about you reminded me of Donna. I'm not very sure what it was but it was something. So I called Donna and her phone had been disconnected. I have a few contacts here and there and I called one of them, and guess what? Donna's phone had been registered to a Geri Norman -- who got a new phone and new address. So, I thought I'd pay you a visit."

I just stood there speechless, feeling my wonderful new world crashing down around me. My past was back to haunt me.

"Aren't you going to ask me in and offer me a drink? The sun is under some yardarm somewhere."

I needed a strong drink myself. I went to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of Glenlivet on the rocks. He sat down and I sat across the room.

Then he held his glass up in a toast. "Here's to the renewal of a really great relationship. Only this time I'm not gonna have to pay for the pussy."

I sat there -- still speechless. Then I drained my glass and went back into the kitchen and poured myself another drink. I sat down again, helpless, wondering what he was going to say.

"Does Gordon know you were a hooker?"

"He doesn't know," I said.

Walter chuckled. "I figured he didn't know. He's a really straight guy. You think I should tell him I used your services when your name was Donna?"

My stomach hurt too bad to cry. I just dropped my head and stared at my lap. 

"What do you think Gordon would do if he knew?"

I didn't say anything. I just looked at my lap. I knew what Gordon would do. It would break his heart. I would be just a bad dream he would try to forget.

"Don't you have anything to say?" He was laughing at me now. He had me. 

"Please don't tell him," I said softly. I didn't expect it would do any good. Nothing was going to do any good.

"Well Donna -- or Geri -- I guess I ought to call you Geri now. Here's the deal. I'm not gonna tell him yet. I'm gonna have some fun with you first, and then I'll decide whether to tell him or not. Depends on how much fun you can show me. I'll be here for several days and you're gonna treat me nice just like when you were working -- only I'm not gonna pay for it. You understand?"

I understood all right. He was going to fuck me for a while. Then maybe he'd tell Gordon or maybe he'd let us get married and fuck me after I moved to Knoxville. His wife was a bitch -- he obviously got no sex from her. That's why he was hiring hookers when he met me last year in Miami. 

"Do you understand?" Walter repeated, louder this time.

I nodded my head. 

"I actually have some business down here, so I do have some people to see. But I have time enough to get laid this afternoon. I'm in the mood for a quick piece of ass. So get naked! Strip down baby, and let me see that beautiful body again."

I sat there, helpless. I couldn't move. Walter looked at me and waited a full minute, silently. Then he pulled out his cell and pressed a speed dial. I could hear someone answer at the other end.

"Gordon? This is Walter. You'll never guess where I am."

I jumped to my feet and started to take off my clothes as fast as I could. 

"Well, I'm in Ft. Lauderdale and I'm finally gonna take care of that client who's been bugging you for a month. It won't be a problem."

I was stripping fast and stepped out of my panties last. 

"Okay. ... Yeah. ... I'll do that to. See you later."

I stood naked in the center of the room, showing him what he wanted to see. He looked me up and down, slowly. Then he grinned.

"Oh that looks nice! Just like I remember it. Great tits. And especially that beaver. I like a real hairy beaver."

I just stood there, letting him look at me. I didn't know what to do or what to say.

"Well, are you gonna invite me to fuck? Or do I have to call Gordon again?" He took his cell off his belt.

I nodded, helplessly, headed for the bedroom, and motioned him to follow. I was beaten. There was nothing else to do. Walter followed undressing as he walked. I threw back the covers and laid down on the bed. Walter stripped down naked and his cock was hard and sticking straight out. He lay down beside me on his back. Then he put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me over to suck his cock, holding my head in both his hands and humping up deep into my mouth. I felt the head of his dick hit the back of my throat, but I didn't gag. 

I worked on him until he was ready to fuck me. Then I laid back and spread my legs wide for him. Jesus! I thought suddenly. My pussy is dry -- this is gonna hurt. I reached over to the bedside table and opened the drawer to get some lubricant. Walter figured out what I was doing.

"Oh no Baby -- no juice -- I wanna see your pretty face when you take it." 

He moved between my legs, his hands under my knees lifting my legs high into the air. Then, guiding his cock with his hand, he forced himself into me roughly. It hurt like hell and I cried out. Walter laughed -- it was an ugly laugh. Then he started pounding me hard. Every thrust hurt until my pussy finally started to get wet. 

I had had some bad fucks in the past but this was the worst ever. I was gonna remember this fuck for a long time. He came really fast and rolled off of me. I just lay there on my back, legs spread, while he got dressed. I could feel his cum dripping out of my pussy and running down to my asshole and dripping off on the sheet.

"I'm gonna be busy tonight with a client, but I'll see you again tomorrow night. You be ready to show me a good time. If you're no fun, then I might just as well tell Gordon right away and get it over with. Remember bitch, the only thing that's keeping me quiet is your pussy. So have it ready. And smile next time. I don't like the look you have on your face right now. I don't want to see it ever again. You understand?"

I heard the door close. He was gone. I just lay there. There was not a damn thing I could do! So I cried. I had no one to help me. Not a friend in the world who knew what I was going through -- no one ... except ... except -- Ray! Ray was the cabbie who had been my pimp and who helped me get out of the business. 

I put on a robe and called Ray. He could tell how bad off I was and he came right over. I was crying when he arrived and the whole story just spilled out of me as I cried. How happy I'd been with Gordon and then about Walter being in my card file and how Walter had figured out who I was. Ray listened to the whole thing patiently.

He thought for a minute, and then said, "Tell me about his wife."

"She's a real bitch. Not bad looking but she's mean. He's not screwing her. I'm sure of that. She's the reason he needs rent-a-pussy."

Ray thought some more. Then he smiled. "You remember Gloria? Redhead. Big tits."

I remembered her. I nodded.

"Well," Ray said, "Gloria has decided to get out of the business. She's been saving up. Got a nice stash. Wants me to help her. Gloria can help you and you can help her."

"I don't understand," I said. I was puzzled but Ray looked like he was on to something. 

Ray smiled. "Okay. The bastard's coming back tomorrow night. Right?"

I nodded.

"That gives us time." Ray looked around the room and then he got up and went into the bedroom. He opened the closet door and looked inside. Then he stood in front of the closet door and looked around the bedroom. Then he led me back into the living room and we sat down.

"How big is Walter and what kind of shape is he in?" Ray asked.

"About two inches shorter than you and he's in lousy shape. The only exercise he gets is hookers."

Ray nodded. "Okay. Here's what we do. First thing tomorrow you go out and get a cheap blond wig -- one that will stay on tight while you give a blowjob. I'm gonna call Gloria. I know she'll help. Then I'm gonna get my video camera and drill a small hole in the closet door so I can get video of your bedroom."

"You and Gloria are gonna be Walter's entertainment tomorrow night: A blond to give him a blowjob, and a redhead with big tits to fuck his brains out. You'll be on your knees naked with your back to the camera -- not even Gordon will recognize you. Gloria won't matter so much, but I'll try not to get any close ups of her face." 

"What if he catches you?" I asked.

"He's not big enough to do anything about it. But he's not gonna catch me."

We went over the plan a few times and Ray called Gloria. 

The next afternoon we checked out camera angles with Ray's help. Gloria and I worked on our routine. By seven that night, we were ready. With our clothes and make-up and my blond wig and her bright red hair, Gloria and I looked about as cheap as two hookers could get. We had our routines down pat.

When Walter walked through the door we greeted him with laughter and smiles and kisses. We were dressed in our see-through gowns and spike heels.

"You said you expected me to entertain you," I said, "so I brought in an old friend. A professional colleague -- so to speak."

Walter started to smile like he had just won the lottery. We led him into the bedroom and Gloria and I slipped out of the sexy gowns we were wearing and posed for Walter in spike heels, hose, and garter belts. My thick brunet beaver was in sharp contrast to my long blond wig and Gloria had a bright red beaver matching her hair. I don't know how she did it -- but some hairdresser had figured out a way to make her beaver bright red! Her tits were a lot bigger than mine and Walter began to play with them immediately and reached out to stroke her beaver. 

Gloria helped Walter strip down and we were all laughing and kidding around like we were at a party. Gloria positioned Walter sitting on the bed, as we had planned, and I got on my knees in front of him and started to suck his cock. Gloria kissed him and let him play with her tits. As I sucked him off, I was thinking about watching this tomorrow night in the living room on my big TV with Walter and Ray. I actually started making slurping sounds hoping the video would pick it up on the sound track.

Walter didn't last long with all the stimulation he was getting from two girls. Most Johns never do. We were professionals and we knew our job. He pumped his load and I made more slurping sounds. I tried to make a big production out of swallowing down his cum. Then I stood up and moved out of camera range with only my back showing. Gloria rolled Walter onto his back on the bed and started to stimulate his cock again so she could fuck him. She was a pro and she got him up and in the saddle in no time.

It was quite an evening. We got Walter to come a third time but after that we couldn't get his dick hard. I think that embarrassed him, because he left early -- promising to return the next night.

Ray came out of the closet all smiles. "Great pictures girls! I got some really great pictures. I may have to edit something out here and there but not much. You gals got all your camera angles just about perfect. I'm heading home to get this thing edited and on to a couple of DVDs."

I got my blond wig off and Gloria and I, in our robes, sat and sipped Glenlivet in the living room. She had planned to stay all night because we didn't know how long Walter would last. It turned out he didn't last very long at all, so Gloria and I had a nice long talk. 

"When are you quitting?" I asked.

"I've already quit. I'm not taking any more Johns and I'm looking for a new apartment now. I've got enough saved to live on, but Ray says get a job anyway."

"That's what he told me and it's good advice. What kind of job are you looking for?"

"You won't believe this, but I'm a secretary and a damn good one. I've kept up my computer skills and I know the ropes. It pays good if you get the right spot. I've got to tone down my hair of course. I'm really a redhead, you know -- just not this bright."

"What about your beaver? That's the reddest pussy I ever saw!"

Gloria laughed. "The Johns love it, but if I ever show it to a normal guy he'll freak out!"

We laughed loud together. I lifted my glass, "A toast to normal guys."

"You're gonna leave Miami? Where to?" I asked.

"No idea. But some normal place. That's where I'll find normal guys I guess."

I had an idea. I liked Gloria and wanted to help her. "Why don't you move in with me? You're changing your cell. You're not seeing any of the people in the business. I'm getting married after I graduate. Then I'm moving to Knoxville. You could keep this place. It's not very expensive and it's nice. Or if you want to, you're welcome to come to Knoxville. It's a normal town with normal guys. Of course, like most places, it's got its share of Walters. Gordon could help you find a job."

"Thanks for the apartment. I'll move my things at the end of the month. And I'll think about Knoxville. That might work out. You never know."

The next night, Walter arrived right on schedule and he was surprised when he saw Ray sitting in the living room. He looked around for Gloria and seemed disappointed when he did not see her.

"Walter," I said, "I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine. His name is Ray. He's a cameraman and he has a movie we think you will be very interested in. They didn't shake hands. Walter sat down and looked puzzled.

"Let me get you a drink. You're gonna need one." I got him a strong Glenlivet.

Ray pushed the buttons and the "movie" started to play. The opening scene was a naked Gloria helping Walter take off his clothes. He was reaching for her tits and trying to stroke her bright red beaver. You couldn't see Gloria's face but everything else showed up well. The scene then shifted to Walter sitting on the side of the bed with a long-haired blond sucking his cock. Walter's face was clear. All you saw of the blond was a rapidly moving head of hair. When he had his orgasm his face was in close-up and was a sight to behold. The slurping sounds came through well on the sound track I thought. Nice touch!

Then Walter was shown, in the missionary position, fucking an unrecognizable redhead, with an excellent sound track of his orgasm. This was followed by him fucking an equally unrecognizable long-haired blond. Ray made him look like a stud. Mercifully, for his self-respect, there were no shots of two beautiful gals playing with his limp dick, trying to get it hard again. 

Walter sat speechless through the entire performance. He seemed to be in shock. Ray retrieved the DVD and put it into a plastic case. Then he showed two DVD cases to Walter. 

"One is for your wife and the other is for her attorney," Ray said. "Now you understand Walter, it is not in your best interest to say anything to Gordon about Geri. If you do, your wife will end up with a large fraction of the estate you have worked so hard to accumulate over all these many years." 

Ray continued, "Geri tells me that your wife is a real bitch. She thinks your wife will enjoy living the good life using your money, with you no longer around to bother her. Geri thinks your wife is enough of a looker to find a guy to fuck. Maybe take him out to nice places using your money."

Walter sat silently for a moment. Ray had created a mental picture in his brain that probably matched Walter's own idea of what his bitch of a wife might do with his money. 

Then Walter said, "That's blackmail!"

Ray nodded. "Yes it is. You're right. It's blackmail. But it won't cost you a cent -- unless, of course, Gordon finds out about Geri -- and then, no matter how Gordon finds out, it'll cost you a lot."

"Now," Ray continued, "you're gonna get up and leave. You're not gonna bother Geri any more. You're not even gonna try to play with her ass when you dance with her. You're just gonna go home and pretend you never met Geri and all this never happened. We will have enough copies of this video in enough places to insure that no one you hire can get them all."

Walter sat there for a full minute. He was in deep thought, as if trying to figure a way out of his dilemma. Then he shook his head, sighed, and got up and walked silently out the door. 

I reached down and touched my ring. My world came back to me again.



A Very Special Guy Ch. 03



I was sitting by the pool at Gordon's condo complex -- our condo complex I kept reminding myself -- looking down at my ring. It wasn't a big diamond, but it was my diamond. I had gotten married and graduated from college the same month.

My graduation from Broward meant a lot to Mom and Dad -- I was the first one in our family with a college degree. They were so happy and they kept saying how proud they were that I had paid for it myself. "Worked her way through college." They said, over and over. Each time they said it, I said a silent prayer that they never found out what kind of work I was doing. I'd been a hooker on Miami Beach.

I had gotten out of the business when I met a very special guy. My Gordon. God how I loved him! I'd do anything he asked me to do. And I'd do whatever I had to do to keep him. In fact, I'd already done it! Sitting next to me by the pool was my very close friend Gloria, another veteran of the world's oldest profession, who saved up a big stash and turned straight. She'd helped me to deal with a former customer who threatened to break up my engagement to Gordon. 

That former customer was a senior partner in Gordon's accounting firm but he couldn't squeal on me now because we'd made a video of his escapades with a couple of hookers -- actually, a couple of ex-hookers. And if his bitch of a wife ever got a copy she would take Walter for everything he had in a big divorce. She was a real bitch. She was the reason he was hiring rent-a-pussy when he met me in Miami last year.

Gloria had been Maid of Honor at my wedding in Orlando several days after my graduation. We chuckled about that -- two ex-hookers in church -- both dressed in virgin white. Gloria wanted to get out of Miami and she had decided to come to Knoxville for her new start and she had leased a condo in the very fancy complex where Gordon had his place. I think Gordon was impressed when she wrote the check. He said something about how well paid cocktail waitresses were in Miami.

Gloria had good training and experience as a secretary before she changed professions to get a better income, and now she was hoping to get a job with Gordon's firm. If fact, she might actually become Gordon's secretary, since his gal had taken a leave for pregnancy and might not be returning. We were talking about this as we sat by the pool.

"Your guy's damn good looking," said Gloria. "I can keep an eye on him for you."

"Don't be silly Gloria! Gordon would never stray."

"Sweetie pie," Gloria said, "knowing what you and I know about husbands from up close and very personal experience, you ought never to say something that dumb. My guess is that there's a bevy of broads at the firm who would be eager to spread their legs for him."

"I doubt that," I said.

"Who was he banging before he met you?"

"I don't think he was ... I mean ... well"

"You said he was a damn good lover. Where'd he learn it?" Gloria asked.

"Yes, but ... " it was hard for me to think about Gordon pumping away between some girl's legs.

"He had to learn it somewhere," Gloria said with certainty. "It's nice to spot the competition before they spot you." 

Gloria got me to thinking. She was right of course. I wasn't the only broad who saw what a special guy Gordon was. Over the next two weeks, as I went through the interview process in applying for a job as an associate at the firm, I began to have thoughts about each attractive woman I met -- and there were a large number of them -- all soft spoken southern gals who seemed so innocent, but who would cut your heart out if you got in their way.

I got the job. My degree in business helped but I think the clincher was Walter's recommendation. I was at the bottom of the totem pole and at the bottom of the building -- in the basement -- but my job classification was as an accountant, so in time I would get clients and move up. Gloria started almost at once as Gordon's secretary and each evening, over cocktails by the pool she would fill me in.

Early on she gloated, "I was right! All the girls say Gordon was the prime catch in the company. He fucked a couple of gals for a few months each, but the only one he spent any time with was Margie Cooper. She's the gal with the long legs and the big tits, who works the main reception desk. They were a thing for almost a year."

I had seen her tits. I had seen her long legs. The thought of Gordon between them caused my belly to feel funny.

"Was he in love with her?" I asked.

"He was fuckin her -- big time -- but no honey, he was not in love with her. The girls say she proposed to him and he turned her down -- that's when they broke up."

"Shit!" I said. "He was just fucking her and ... "

"Sweetie pie," Gloria cooed softly, interrupting me, "You gotta stop thinking that way. It's not good for you. Don't you remember anything you learned about men. Men like to fuck!"

I shook my head. "Gordon's not like that. I know he's not."

"Gordon is a man. And if you're serious about keeping him, don't forget that. Remember why we always had so much business?"

"Yes, I remember," I said.

"Tell me why," Gloria demanded.

"Gordon's not like that," I repeated. I just couldn't think about Gordon that way.

"Tell me why," Gloria demanded again.

I sighed. "Because they didn't get enough good pussy at home. But Gordon's not ... "

Before I could finish, Gloria said, "Gordon's a man! Don't forget it."

After that conversation every time I passed Margie's desk I couldn't help eyeing her tits and legs and feeling jealousy. I didn't have any clients of my own yet but I had fit in well with the firm doing a lot preliminary work to get stuff ready for the senior partners. 

Gloria also did well. Gordon said she was an excellent secretary and she got several invitations to dinner from really nice guys -- the kind she left Miami to meet. On more than one occasion I noticed Gordon talking to Margie at her workstation and each time I felt a pang of jealousy. I confessed my feelings to Gloria one night by the pool.

"I can't help the way I feel, knowing that he fucked her for a year," I said. 

"Don't worry about it," said Gloria. "Just give him what a man needs at home and do it a lot."

The next afternoon, late, I had to take some files from my basement office to the top floor, and coming back as I stood waiting for the elevator, I looked casually out the window. I saw Gordon talking to Margie in the parking lot. It was more than a casual conversation. Then he took her in his arms and she pressed her face to his chest. My heart almost stopped. When I got on the elevator it took forever to get to the ground floor. I ran out to the parking lot, but they were gone.

I rushed back to his office looking for Gloria and she was not there. Neither was Gordon. I asked the secretary in the next office where Gordon was and she said he left early. I had no idea what was happening but it was obviously bad. I didn't go back to my office. 

I went home hoping to find Gordon there. The condo was empty. I went down to Gloria's condo and she was not there. I called her cell and then Gordon's cell and got no answer. Then I sat down in the living room and started to cry. Then I started to drink. I drank a lot.

It was after midnight when Gordon came home. He had on his dress shirt without a coat or tie. His hair was messed up. And there was lipstick all over the front of his shirt. He saw the expression on my face and got a puzzled look on his. I had a sick feeling in my stomach. I walked up to him. 

I slapped him across the face as hard as I could and shouted, "Get out of here you bastard! Get out!" 

Then I raced out and headed down to Gloria's condo. Gloria looked at me with surprise when she opened her door -- I had pounded on it as hard as I could. She had obviously just gotten home herself and was putting her things away.

"What's the matter?" Gloria asked. "What the hell's wrong?"

"It's Gordon," I said. "He's been out with Margie and he's got lipstick all over his shirt."

Still puzzled Gloria said, "Didn't Stella get down to your office and tell you where we were going? She was on her way there when we left."

"Nobody told me anything," I said. "I didn't go back to my office after I saw Gordon kiss Margie in the parking lot."

"You saw what?" Gloria shouted.

"I saw Gordon kiss Margie in the parking lot," I repeated.

Gloria began to treat me like I was crazy. "Just sit down and calm down. I'd get you a drink but it looks like you've had several already."

I did what she asked. She sat down opposite me.

"In the first place you didn't see Gordon kiss Margie in the parking lot!"

I knew I wasn't wrong about that. "I did! I saw it! He took her in his arms!"

Gloria nodded. "That's right, he took her in his arms and he held her. But he did not kiss her. I was standing not ten feet away. Didn't you see me?"

"The only thing I saw was Gordon holding Margie. And Gordon just got home and it's after midnight." I was crying now -- sobbing. "He's got lipstick ... "

"Just listen to me Geri." Gloria interrupted. "Stop crying and listen to me. About three this afternoon Margie got a call from her father. Her mother had had a stroke or a seizure or something bad and was rushed to the hospital. The doctor thought she might die. They live up in the mountain country -- in Highlands. No way could Margie drive those winding roads at high speed. She asked Gordon for help. She was about to collapse."

"I sent Stella to tell you what was happening. Gordon drove and I sat in the back seat with Margie. Gordon drove like hell, but he's from here and he knows mountain roads. When we got there her mother was still alive but in a very serious condition. Gordon and I left and drove back here. Margie's mother is in bad shape -- probably won't make it. Margie is devastated of course."

I took a deep breath and tried to collect myself. "You were with them the whole time? They weren't alone together?"

Gloria shook her head. "Oh My God! Geri don't act crazy! Margie was devastated. I was there the whole time. Nothing happened between Gordon and Margie except he held her in his arms several times and comforted her when she started to cry."

I sat there feeling drunk and a wave of nausea swept over me. I was afraid I was going to be sick. I was behaving like a little fool. A hysterical fool! I had been so jealous of Margie for the past month that I couldn't think straight. I sat there collecting myself, until a horrible memory hit me.

"Oh my God Gloria. I slapped his face and told him to get out. Then I ran down here."

Gloria took my arm and helped me stand up. "Then we better go up there and hope he didn't listen to you."

When we got inside our condo, Gordon was not there. There was a note on the hall table. I picked it up and a chill went through my body.

The note read, "Gone back to help Margie. Will call when I know something. Gordon."

Gloria read the note. "Well honey, you did it to yourself. Now, I'm gonna give you a piece of advice. And you'd damn well better take it. Do not think about Margie. Do not wonder if he's gonna fuck her. And keep reminding yourself, that if he fucks her, you drove him to it. And even if he does fuck her, you still haven't lost him. Can you do that?"

I didn't know if I could do that. I hated that bitch so much I couldn't even feel sympathy for her mother's illness. 

"I don't know," I mumbled.

"Well you better try honey, if you want to keep him, that is. Margie may still be in love with him. And if she is, she'll fuck him if she can -- wouldn't you? You know damn well you would. Gordon is basically a very nice man. With him up there this thing could go from giving her support and comfort to giving her something more. And if it does it's your fault. If he loves you he's not gonna leave you unless you drive him away. If you worry more about him fucking Margie than about you fucking him, then you're gonna be in deep shit."

I just stood there crying and thinking about Gordon with those long lovely legs wrapped around his back and those big beautiful tits bouncing as he fucked her.

"You're not listening to me Geri. You're thinking about Gordon fucking Margie. You gotta stop that. He loves you. She feels bad. So what if he does give her a sympathy fuck. So what! You won't lose him unless you drive him away and the best way to do that is to show him that you're an angry, jealous, little bitch. A man doesn't fall out of love with one woman just because he fucks another one. Understand men! You're a pro! Remember -- don't act like a jealous bitch!"

I tried to reach Gordon the next day and couldn't. Cell phones didn't work well in the mountains. Fortunately Gordon called Gloria about some office business and she explained my behavior to him. He was still very upset when he called me at home that night. 

"I'm sorry you got the wrong idea, honey. But, I still can't figure out why you think I'd do something like that. You really think I'd fuck Margie?"

How could I answer that? Yes I thought he might fuck Margie, but no way could I tell him that now. I heard Gloria's voice in my head and I tried to forget about Margie. I just tried to convince Gordon that I loved him and I'd had too much to drink. I didn't do a good job. I was too damn jealous.

Gordon stayed with Margie for several days. I was afraid to ask him where he slept. When he got back things were not the same. I kept trying to get him to fuck me and he did, but not very passionately. I talked to Gloria about it and she agreed that I had a problem. 

The next weekend there was a party at the club and after dinner Walter asked me to dance. He was very polite and respectful -- not a word about forcing me to have sex with him to keep my secret. Gordon danced with Walter's wife. They were laughing and seemed to have a lot of fun together. They danced several times that evening and they talked a lot.

That night as Gordon and I sat on the balcony sipping Macallan-12, Gordon said the strangest things about Walter's wife.

"I have always felt sorry for Susan because Walter treats her so badly. She's a real nice person, she's beautiful, and she tries to be a good wife, but he won't let her."

Susan was a bitch. What should I say? "I don't know her that well. But you're right about one thing -- Walter does not treat her very well."

The next two months were the unhappiest months of my life. Margie had returned after two weeks. Her mother had recovered, but was not doing well. Gordon had made another overnight trip to see her mother and to drive Margie back to town. I didn't say a word -- Gloria kept telling me not to think about Margie. Gordon had spent five or six nights at Highlands and I had no idea where he slept or what his relationship to Margie had been. I was sick with jealousy and fear. Now he just fucked me when I initiated it. I tried to conceal my jealousy but I was sure Gordon knew how I felt. 

The only person I could talk to was Gloria and I picked her brain every time I got the chance. One evening down by the pool I broke more bad news to Gloria.

"He's taking Margie back to see her mother next week," I said. "They'll be gone several days. He's fucking her Gloria -- I know he's fucking her."

"You don't know for sure," Gloria responded, "and even if he is, the last thing you want to do is get in a fight over it. Don't think about it. That green monster will tear you up inside. It'll make you act strange -- Gordon will notice. You haven't lost him yet and I don't think you're going to, unless you act like a bitch. Let him fuck her if he wants to. Just don't think about it."

"Is he seeing her here?" I asked. "I mean is he gone from the office during the day?"

Gloria hesitated, and then seemed to make a decision. "I haven't told you, but yes he is gone more than I would have expected - some long lunches and some afternoons. I don't know where."

"So he could be seeing her?" I felt that pain in my stomach again.

"It's possible," Gloria said. "Has he started fucking you more?"

"Only when I initiate it. He never starts it. Something's wrong! What the hell am I gonna do?" I felt tears in my eyes.

Gloria sat there thinking for a moment. "You've got some choices, honey. First you could do nothing and wait. Second you could try to get him to talk about it. Third you could hire a private dick and have him followed when he leaves the office. My advice is to do nothing. If he is fucking her, just pretend it's not happening. Gordon is a nice guy. Don't start trouble. Don't be a bitch. That's the only way you'll lose him."

The next Friday, I was dropping off some numbers that I had put together for one of Walter's big accounts and when I entered his office he said, "Have a seat Geri. You and I need to have a talk."

His voice had a no nonsense tone. I sat down and said, "What about."

"Ordinarily I would be more circumspect," he said, "but in view of our past history I think the best thing to do is say it flat out."

"Say what flat out?" I asked.

"Your husband is fucking my wife."

I wanted to tell him that my husband was fucking Margie and I doubted he had time for both women. But I just sat there, nodded, and waited for him to continue.

"You don't seem surprised," he said. "Why not?"

"Well, he hasn't been himself for a couple of months," I said.

"It figures," Walter continued. "You and I have a past that needs to be kept quiet. This thing could get dirty and the last thing we need is for our story to come out. I have had a private detective follow my wife for a month and she's been meeting your husband maybe twice a week for long lunches. They met twice at a small fishing camp I own a few miles out of town. They spent an hour or two there. I think he's fuckin her."

What the hell did I have to lose? Tell him. "Well he sure hasn't been fucking me for the past two months."

Walter nodded. "I want to use this thing in a divorce. I want to get rid of that bitch. But if things get ugly what are you gonna do with that damn video?"

"Hold off a couple of days Walter. I need to think about this. I had no idea Gordon was involved with your Susan. Do you have all the things you need to prove it -- dates, times, places, pictures?"

"Yeah, I got 'em all. Everything except a picture of him shoving it in, and I won't need that."

"I'll talk to you again on Monday. We have to work together on this," I said.

That night I told Gordon I was going down to Gloria's condo and over a glass of Macallan-12 I told her the whole story.

"It's for sure he's not fucking 'em both," Gloria said. "Yeah, he goes out just like Walter said, maybe twice a week. I don't know what the hell he does."

"The only thing I can do now is talk to him," I said. "I've got to sit down and ask him what he's doing."

"Good luck Geri," Gloria said. "Can I help?"

"No. I have to do it alone."

I went back upstairs and Gordon was sitting in his favorite chair sipping Drambuie. I poured myself a glass and sat down.

"We have to talk," I said.

"What about?" Gordon asked looking a bit wary.

"Walter called me into his office today and told me that you were fucking Susan. Are you?"

He didn't bat an eye. He poured himself some more Drambuie, took a sip, and leaned back in his chair. His voice was calm. He was in control.

"First I was fucking Margie. You haven't stopped thinking about that, have you? It's been haunting you. It's getting to you. You're lousy in bed -- all mechanical like a machine -- no loving. I can read your mind Geri! You're thinking, 'Tire the bastard out so he won't fuck Margie.' Now answer me -- that is what you have been thinking when we fuck isn't it?"

Oh my God. He's right. That's exactly what I'd been thinking. Shit! I'm a pro. And I can't even please the man I love in bed! Tears started to flow but I refused to sob. Gloria was right when she told me to pretend it wasn't happening. I lowered my head -- not looking at him.




A Very Special Guy Ch. 03



"Yes," I said softly. "That's exactly what I've been thinking. I'm so very sorry."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And now I'm supposed to be fucking Susan. You really think I'm fucking them both?"

Saying it like that it made me look like a damn fool. I sat looking at my lap. Then I shook my head no.

"So at first it was Margie and now it's Susan."

I didn't seem to be able to say anything that made sense, so I just shook my head yes.

"I suppose Walter had us followed. Is that it?"

Again, I just nodded yes.

"Okay, let's talk about Margie first. I had a long affair with her and she fell in love with me but I could never fall in love with her, and after I met you, there was only one woman for me. One woman always."

I felt like a little fool. What wonderful days those had been. Could we ever be that way again? Oh my God!

"After I stopped seeing Margie she continued to feel strongly for me -- I guess you'd call it love. When her mother became ill she turned to me for help and I did what I could for her. I spent a great deal of time with her because she needed me. Your dirty little mind will be gratified to know that she tried to get me into bed with her. But, I didn't take her to bed."

My dirty little mind! I deserved that!

"Now about Susan. I've been meeting Susan a couple of times a week for over a month -- a long lunch or a place we can talk. She is a very sensitive person who has been hurt a great deal by Walter's uncaring attitude. She is well aware that he patronizes hookers when he travels and hits on any woman around town whenever he gets a chance. I have heard her life story over and over. She says talking to me helps. Maybe it does, but I was worried that someone would get the wrong idea and it looks like that has happened."

I looked up at him and started to ask a question, "You just talked. You're not ... " but I caught myself before I said anything. Gloria was right! Nothing matters except keeping him. No one but me would believe he wasn't fucking Susan - and Margie too, for that matter. God he was beautiful! Those women would see him just like I did. They'd fuck him!

Sitting here looking at him now, I realized that Gloria was right. What's important is keeping him. If he didn't fuck 'em I win and if he did fuck 'em I still win because I keep him. He might be the man he says he is, but if he's not, he's still my man. And who the hell am I to complain anyway if he fucks around -- no way will he ever catch up with my record. Sooner or later, I'll probably find out, but right now I need to hang on to this guy. 

As I was having these thoughts Gordon was still talking, "Walter will do anything to dump Susan, of course, so this could be very embarrassing for us both. Did he say what he planned to do?"

I thought fast. "I'm meeting him Monday. He said he'd decide then." 

I knew what I had to do. Guilty or innocent, I was not going to let Gordon be the star witness in Walter's divorce trial. Walter was gonna have to find some other way to dump that bitch. Otherwise her lawyer was gonna watch a fun video.

That night I forgot about Margie and I forgot about Susan and I forgot about everything, except - I didn't forget all the ways I knew how to please a man. I fucked and sucked and pleasured Gordon like my life depended on it. I was a pro and a damn good one and I worked like one for a change. I didn't care if he wondered, "How did my innocent, loving wife learn to do that?" I just did it and didn't give him time to wonder where I'd learned it.

He got everything I knew how to do. I would have charged a John three thousand bucks for that all night trick. There was professional skill in it, a lot, but, a hell of a lot of love too. I forgot about myself. I thought only about him, and I brought him off four times -- each time a different way. He was my very special guy and he got the best I could give him. It went on most of the night and he was exhausted the next morning, which, fortunately, was Saturday. Gloria was right. Quit worrying about those other broads and take care of your man.

When I woke him just before noon, I had two big bloody Marys in my hands and I was smiling down at him. I had sponged and sprayed assorted body parts and fixed my face and hair, and I was buck-naked, standing there posed, in spike heels. 

I said to him with a great big smile, "I love you Gordon. If you want some more of me, we got all afternoon."

He looked up at me and smiled. "Let me have that drink, baby, while I think about your offer." 

He was mine again! I could see it in his eyes. He was mine!

We sat in bed sipping our drinks and me thinking, 'Geri you're tired and you pussy's sore. You've been acting like a wife and getting out of shape. You need to do this more often! When you were working you'd be ready to turn another trick this afternoon.' 

Gloria was right. Men are men! Give your man what he needs -- and like any other hound dog, he's gonna stay on the porch -- most of the time.



A Very Special Guy Ch. 04



I am one really lucky broad! The guy that pimped for me when I was turning tricks on Miami Beach, working my way through Broward College, told me that most girls never make it back once they've been on the street. But I had met a very special guy and we had fallen in love. Gordon and I had gotten married and I went straight. My business degree from Broward helped me get a job at Gordon's accounting firm in Knoxville. My friend, Gloria, also a veteran of the world's oldest profession, had moved to Knoxville with me and joined the firm as Gordon's secretary. 

The whole thing almost went south when Gordon's boss, Walter, figured out that he had been a customer of mine the year before. He had recognized me, and he would have screwed up my marriage plans except that Gloria and I suckered him into a sexual evening with our pimp taking video from the closet. If his wife ever got a look at that video she would take him for every penny he had in a divorce. 

Gordon and I settled down to a beautiful life together but, for some crazy reason, Gordon had become concerned about Walter's wife, Susan, and was trying to help her deal with the terrible way Walter treated her. Walter found out about them getting together and thought Gordon was screwing her. He figured he could use this to divorce her but he was worried about that video I had of him with two hookers. 

I was meeting Walter this Monday morning to tell him that no way was my Gordon going to be a star witness in his divorce trial. 

"You're not gonna do it Walter," I said. "No way! I'm not gonna let you use that stuff the detective got following Susan. If you try to, Susan's lawyer will get a copy of that video of you screwing two hookers."

"I can't believe that Geri! Your husband is fucking my wife! Aren't you mad about that?"

"Gordon says he's just talking to her. Trying to make her feel better because you treat her so bad."

"Talking to her my ass! Out at that deserted fishing camp in the woods all afternoon?"

I kept my cool. "That's what he says and that's what I'm gonna believe. You're gonna have to find some other way to dump that bitch -- I won't let you use my Gordon."

Walter settled down after that. He was unhappy about not getting a divorce but he couldn't care less about the time Gordon spent with his wife. 

That night having cocktails by the pool I told Gloria about my meeting with Walter. She had her doubts about Gordon's interest in Susan, just like Walter did.

"He says he's just talking to her all afternoon at that deserted fishing camp? Do you really believe him?"

"Look Gloria. I almost screwed things up by getting jealous of Margie last month. I don't give a rat's ass if he's fuckin Susan. He's in love with me! And like you said, he's not gonna leave me unless I act like a jealous little bitch." 

I couldn't forget last Friday night -- the whole weekend for that matter. Gordon had been as loving as I had ever seen him. That had been one hell of a weekend of sex and I had no doubt that Gordon was still in love with me. He could fuck Susan all he wanted to -- if he really was. He might not be. Gordon was a straight guy -- he was probably telling the truth.

A week or so later Gloria called and invited me down to her condo one night after work. When I got there she handed me a single-malt on the rocks.

"Sit down baby. You are not going to believe this. No way!"

"Believe what?" I asked, really puzzled.

"First the good news. Gordon is not fucking Susan."

"And you know that how?" I asked.

"Gordon wants me to teach Susan how to fuck," Gloria said, laughing.

"Run that by me again," I said.

"It's like this. Gordon really is just talking to Susan. He's decided that her problem with Walter is that she doesn't know how to please him in bed. He asked me to give her pointers on what a man likes."

I started to laugh. "Okay, when you got a problem go to a professional to fix it. You are certainly a professional Gloria, but Gordon doesn't know that. At least I hope he doesn't! Why did he pick you? Why not me?"

"I asked him that and he said it might embarrass you too much. He thinks I know a lot more about men than you do. He wants me to talk to Susan."

"That is the dumbest damn thing I ever heard," I said, trying to control my laughter.

"Well, I'm gonna do it but don't tell Gordon I told you. He wants to keep it very secret."

And that's how Susan's lessons started. Gloria had regular meetings with Susan several times a week to teach her sex techniques. She even got a soft plastic dick to teach her how to deep throat. Gloria got some cocaine to spray on Susan's throat so she wouldn't gag at first and Susan got to be pretty good at deep throating that big plastic dildo. I sat in sometimes and suggested some techniques to Susan. We had a lot to teach her, but after about a month Gloria pronounced Susan ready.

"But how're you gonna get Walter to fuck her?" I asked, when Gloria told me Susan was ready. "He hates her guts." 

"That's where you come in," said Gloria. "You're about Susan's size and shape and you got short hair just like her. In the dark it would be hard to tell the difference between the two of you, if she just grunts and groans, and wears the same perfume and especially if she knows how to fuck." 

I shook my head, puzzled. "I still don't get it."

"I'll lay it out for you. I'm gonna invite Walter over for a little sex. He'll do it -- he's been smiling at me real friendly-like recently. Then I'll hint that you might join us because you're pissed about Gordon and Susan -- you've decided he's fucking her after all. I'm gonna hide Susan in my spare bedroom -- she can get to my bathroom through the hall entrance. You're gonna come down and tell us Gordon is out for the evening." 

"We'll get him drunk and stoned and play around a little. Turn him on and get our clothes off. Then we get him into my bedroom and turn out the lights. You tell him you have to go take a piss."

"When you go in the bathroom, Susan will take your place and when she comes out I'll be sure the bedroom is completely dark. Then Susan and I are gonna suck and fuck Walter's brains out. When I get a chance I'm gonna leave and Walter is gonna wake up the next morning in bed with Susan -- who, if she's smart, will have him in the saddle before he figures out what's going on."

"It will never work," I said emphatically, trying to control my laughter.

"It will if Walter has had enough to drink and a lot of grass and the room is dark enough," said Gloria. "Remember what they say -- all pussy is the same in the dark."

I had my doubts. I was thinking about Gordon as I went back upstairs. Things could go very badly for me if something went wrong. I sat Gordon down and told him a story that was half way true. Walter was coming over to Gloria's to see Susan. It was a neutral place, I said, not like their bedroom. Gloria and I and Walter and Susan would have a few drinks and then we would leave them alone. If things worked out, they would make love.

It was a dumb plan. If Walter got wise that he was with Susan and started looking for me, things could get bad in a hurry -- especially if he was drunk. It was a dumb story. The whole thing was crazy. I didn't expect either Gordon or Walter to believe what they were told, but they did. Jesus! This was insane! It would never work! 

The big day finally came and Walter was going to drop by Gloria's condo that night expecting to get laid. She told him I might join them. I made a visit to Walter's office that afternoon and acted friendly. He played with my ass and I kissed him. He told me he couldn't wait to get me in bed. 

I played along, but I kept thinking that the whole thing would never work. We'd deceived this horny bastard once before when we made that video and he was bound to be suspicious. He couldn't be dumb enough to trust us twice. But sometimes guys think with their little head instead of their big one and hard dicks can be really dumb.

That night in Gloria's living room, Gloria and I fed whisky to Walter and I lit a joint to get him high. Gloria tried to keep him busy but he wanted me first and he got me on the couch and had my tits out and started sucking on my nipples. I played along as Gloria and I had planned. Finally, he had me stripped down buck-naked and was fingering my pussy, which got wet even though I was not turned on. Somehow we got him into the bedroom. Gloria had figured out a way to get it completely dark. 

Walter had a hard on and started chasing me around the bedroom trying to fuck me. When the doors were closed it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face and we kept bumping into things. Walter finally caught me from behind, bent me over, and got his cock into me. He held me firmly, so I couldn't get away, and started pounding away. He was drunk but he could still fuck. 

After several minutes, I spun away from his grasp and told him I had to piss. He quit chasing me and I headed for the bathroom where Susan was hiding. I turned out the lights, flushed the toilet, and Susan headed back into the bedroom in my place.

I listened through a crack in the bathroom door. Walter had started fucking Gloria. He was stoned and drunk but he was horny and he came fast the first time -- or maybe he just thought he did -- I wasn't sure. I couldn't see a thing, but I could tell what was happening by Gloria's comments. 

When Walter rolled off of Gloria, Susan started sucking his cock and when he got hard she took him deep throat. He kept calling my name and holding her head in his hands. Then Walter started fucking Susan, and Gloria headed for the bathroom. Walter was pretty groggy but still able to fuck, although it was obvious that he wasn't going to last much longer. I figured he'd pass out in a very few minutes.

Gloria and I went out the other door of the bathroom, got our clothes from the living room, and cleaned up a bit in her second bathroom. As we were getting dressed we exchanged a few whispered comments.

"Did he come with you?" Gloria asked.

"No. I got away before he had time to. What about you?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think he did but he was so drunk it was just a little squirt," Gloria said. "He was really into Susan when I left. He's sure she's you, and he's not gonna be awake much longer."

"Yeah," I said, "But what happens in the morning when he wakes up and sees he is in bed with his own wife."

"I told Susan to get him in the saddle before he's completely awake. When a guy is fucking it's hard to make him mad. Maybe this crazy idea will work after all."

"I hope Susan can follow our story line," I said. "I really wouldn't want Gordon to know that Walter stripped me down and fucked me."

"Well, he didn't come," Gloria said.

"Yeah, I'm sure Gordon would be glad to hear that," I said sarcastically. "Just keep your fingers crossed,"

We headed upstairs to our condo where Gordon was waiting. 

"What's happening?" Gordon asked anxiously as we walked in.

"They're sitting in the living room drinking scotch," Gloria said, sticking with the story we had decided on. "They've had a lot to drink. They're getting real friendly. We'll have to wait and see whether anything happens."

We had a few drinks. Gloria and I waited apprehensively for the phone to ring or for Walter to pound angrily on the door. Nothing happened. Walter must have passed out by now. Finally about midnight we went to bed. Gloria used our guest bedroom. 

The next morning, Saturday, Gloria went down to her condo about nine o'clock. I was nervous. The whole thing was riding on what happened when Walter woke up and discovered it was Susan he'd been fucking. Gloria was back five minutes later.

"They're fucking," she said. "The room is bright with the morning sun and they're banging away like newly weds. I didn't interrupt them."

Gordon and Susan went back to their place that afternoon. They were hand in hand and she was giggling as they walked out to the parking lot.

It was midmorning on Monday when I had occasion to stop by Walter's office with some accounts. He smiled as I walked in. It was the first time I had seen his genuine smile. Every time in the past it had been more of a leer. 

"I guess I owe you a big thank you," he said.

"Did you have a good weekend?" I asked.

"You girls taught her a really great bag of tricks," he said. "I don't think she's tried even half of them yet. Jesus! How did you teach her to deep-throat?"

"That's a professional secret, Walter. We know our job. I'm glad you liked it. She's good. Those tricks we taught her will last you for a while, but I figure you're too big a bastard to give up playing the field completely," I said.

He chuckled. "Any time you want to play just let me know. I almost got you Friday night."

He said "almost." Maybe he doesn't remember that he actually fucked me a little. Well, I can gladly forget it too.

"You're fun Walter -- and I think we're finally gonna be friends. But Gordon is enough for me," I said. 

Then I added, "Oh, and we taught Susan the facts of life about men. She'll probably let you play around a little -- she's always known you did that -- but, Walter, don't get too blatant about it. Don't make her lose peoples' respect. You owe her that."

He nodded. "I'll be careful. Things are gonna be better around the house now and I appreciate what you gals did for me - and for Susan. And you never had a guy involved helping you? Not Gordon or anybody?"

"Well I'll be damned Walter! Are you jealous?" I chuckled.

"No! I just meant ... well ... Gordon wasn't fucking her after all ... was he?"

He said it like he was afraid that Gordon had really been fucking Susan.

I laughed. "You're jealous! You really are! You've been fucking everything in sight and now you're jealous of your sweet, loving, little wife. Oh God Walter! Do you know how good that makes me feel?"

"I am not jealous!" Walter said stubbornly. 

"Oh this is really great. I'm gonna tell Susan that if you piss her off, she needs to find a guy and fuck him. That'll keep you at home! She'll do it too -- she's very impressed with what we taught her. She thinks we know how to handle men and she'll do what we tell her to do."

"God damn it Geri don't even joke about a thing like that! I can't have my wife spreading her legs for some stranger."

"Oh but Walter, she'd never fuck a stranger. You can be sure it would be a friend of yours. Probably a very close friend!"

With that, Walter jumped up out of his chair. He was red in the face and he was shouting. I had him -- I really had him by the short hairs.

"God damn it Geri don't talk that way! Even if you're just kidding! Shit! Promise me you won't say anything to her. Promise! Please!"

I couldn't help laughing. "Oh Walter you're priceless. I think we really are going to be friends after all."

He looked relieved. "You were kidding me weren't you? Weren't you?"

"Well maybe a little. I won't say anything to Susan unless you give me a reason to."

I felt a lot better about Walter when I left his office. Our relationship seemed a lot better and I figured that Walter and I might finally get along. He was still an uncured, unrepentant lecher, but maybe he would run around a little less, and treat Susan a little better, if he got well serviced at home.

We had solved Susan's problem and my relationship with Walter was much improved, but Gordon began to ask some difficult questions. It all started very casually, but a light went on in my head with his first question.

"You and Gloria must have had a lot of fun in the singles scene on Miami Beach," Gordon said a week or so later after dinner. We were sitting on our balcony overlooking the pool sipping Drambuie. 

I felt a tight cramp in my belly. Oh God! Not now! Please! Things are going so well. Was Gordon finally getting curious about what we had done to help Susan?

"We had a lot of fun playing the field," I said. "Of course, I had a lot of studying to do for college, but we still got out a lot."

"When we met," he said, "I got the idea you were more of the quiet type. Not a playgirl."

"I was the quiet type and so was Gloria. We dated a lot of different guys but we weren't playgirls. Would you be upset if I had been?"

He dodged my question. "You know your way around a bedroom and you and Gloria sure made an instant expert out of Susan. When you were single, did you ever do anything that I would be upset about?"

There it was. Flat out. One lie leads to another and another and finally to disaster.

"Of course I did, Gordon. You would be upset about a lot of things I did. Miami Beach isn't Knoxville. You knew you didn't marry a virgin."

He took another sip of Drambuie and then reached for the bottle and, wordlessly, refilled both our glasses. I had no idea where this was going but I was not going to lie. Nor was I going to volunteer anything. 

"I have an idea that if I asked you, you might really tell me. For now, I'll just say I love you very much. But darling, remember, always remember, there is nothing you could tell me that would ever change that. Absolutely nothing."

Nothing? I wonder! I ran the numbers in my head as I had done so many times before. Those were big numbers! He had never seen my private bank account but he had an idea about how well off Gloria was. Maybe he suspects -- maybe he doesn't. I sighed deeply. Then I thought how much I wanted to be sure that nothing would change his love for me. I was ready to do anything to keep him. Anything! I had the feeling, deep inside, that this question was going to be asked again. My ugly past was not yet completely buried.

"I love you too, honey," I said. 



A Very Special Guy Ch. 05



A Very Special Guy 05
LynnGKS


 This is the fifth chapter in a story about a hooker from Miami Beach who met and married a very special guy. He thought she was just a college student. Her secret fear, a fear that sometimes ruled her life, was that her husband would discover the dirty little secret in her past.

April fifteenth! It was over! Finally it was over. All of us had been busting our butts doing eighteen hour days and more. If you’ve never worked at an accounting firm you have no idea what we go through during the first three and a half months of each year. It’s not our fault. Clients are always missing something and they are always late with their receipts and W2s and 1099s and all the rest.

But it was over now and every one of us breathed a big sigh of relief - the partners, especially - I was just a peon. There was still work for us peons to do – they called us “associates” but we were peons. We’d still be working, but now we could take a little time off.

Every year at this time our senior partner, Walter, led a bunch of partners to Las Vegas for an “accountants seminar.” Seminar my ass! They’re going out there to gamble and fuck whores! Prostitution was legal out there. And if there was one thing Walter knew more about than accounting it was hookers (that’s how I met him).

This trip he was taking Gordon, my very special guy, and Jack, another partner that my friend Gloria had gotten herself engaged to. The day they left, Walter’s wife, Susan, joined Gloria and me in the evening for cocktails on the patio by the pool at our condo complex. We were drinking Macallan-12.

“He’s gonna get laid,’ Susan said. “He always gets laid on these trips and Vegas is full of hookers.”

“Jack’s gonna get laid too,” said Gloria. “I could tell by the look on his face when he left for the airport.” 

Then Gloria looked at me. “What about Gordon? Has he ever fucked a hooker?”

She had that “oh so clever” look on her face. Susan was not aware that Gloria and I had retired with lots of cash after short, but successful careers in the world’s oldest profession. I think she suspected something when we taught her a lot of sex techniques, which worked so well on Walter, but I don’t think she knew for sure.

I chuckled. “I think he’s probably fucked a hooker. Most guys have. And yes I think Walter will lead him down the primrose path. They have a big suite with three bedrooms. I think Walter is planning some big parties – parties with girls.”

Susan looked at her watch. “The sun’s under the yardarm in Vegas. I imagine the party is about to begin, unless they are winning at Blackjack.” 

We had a couple more drinks and then went to bed. The next morning, Saturday, my phone rang early as I was trying to get some extra sleep. It was Gordon. 

“You’re up awful early,” I said. “I thought you guys would have a party and sleep late.”

“We did have a party - a big one. But I couldn’t sleep late. I was thinking about you.”

“That’s sweet!” I said, hoping he really meant it.

“Well, not really. Sweetness has nothing to do with it. I missed you in bed,” Gordon said.

I laughed. “That’s a very nice compliment, but I figured Walter would arrange something to keep you occupied in bed.”

“He did. He hired three hookers to come up to our suite and we had a big party. I took one of them to bed in my room.”

My mind flashed a picture of Gordon fucking a hooker and I felt not the slightest jealousy. That’s weird, I thought, remembering the sick jealousy I had felt last year when I thought Gordon was fucking his old girlfriend Margie.

I chuckled. “So you got laid?”

“I got laid. But, somehow it just wasn’t up to your standards. That’s why I’m calling. Why don’t you get on a plane and come out here. I miss you.”

Gordon had said nice things to me a lot of times, but this was over the top. He was on vacation in Vegas, fucking anything he wanted. I think he knew he could get away with it. And he wanted me! Jesus! How many broads get that lucky? My head started making out a packing list.

“I’ll get packed and on my way this morning, baby. You don’t have to ask me twice. What about Jack? You think he might want Gloria to come out with me?”

“He and I talked about it. Jack said his gal was good but not spectacular. Those were his exact words, ‘Good but not spectacular.’ So when I told him I was calling you, he said for me to have you invite Gloria as well.”

“Alert the front desk that you’re gonna have company. We’ll see you soon.”

I called Gloria and told her that Gordon wanted me to join him because the hooker he screwed was disappointing in bed.

She almost shouted. “You’re the luckiest damn broad I ever met Geri. I have never heard of a man who prefers his wife to a really skillful hooker, although I must admit that you are a really skillful hooker.”

“Well, Gloria, your guy Jack told Gordon that the gal he fucked was good but not spectacular.”

There was a long pause, and then, Gloria asked, “Were those his exact words?”

“His exact words, ‘Good but not spectacular,’ was what he said.”

“Oh my God! Jack always tells me that I am spectacular in bed- that’s the word he always uses. Do you think he might want me to come out there? “

“I don’t think, honey. I know. Jack asked Gordon to have me invite you. Do you want to come?”

“I’m headed to the closet to get my suitcase even as we speak.”

We were routed through O’Hare and arrived in Vegas in late afternoon. We had a surprise for Walter. We had invited Susan to join us. We were not at all sure that we had done the right thing. We had no idea if it would be a pleasant surprise since she had never joined him on one of his “business” trips, but we thought “What the hell!” And Susan was very eager to join us. 

At the front desk the clerk looked at his computer screen, checked my ID, and smiled. 

“Not many wives are joining their husbands, but you are certainly welcome.”

We went up to the suite. It had been cleaned but remnants of a big party remained, including a pair of bikini panties hanging on the head of Walter’s bed.

All of us had brought our sexiest dresses and miniskirts with spike heels and by the time we had cleaned up and dressed we looked a lot like hookers – high-class hookers, of course, but hookers all the same. We had done it on purpose.

When we went down to the casino we got a lot of friendly looks from guys. Gloria and I were comfortable with the attention. In fact, we were having fun.

“Like old times, isn’t it?” Gloria whispered to me. “Kinda feels good to have guys look at you that way again, especially since I got my own guy waiting for me – a guy who thinks I’m ‘spectacular’ and is looking forward to seeing me.”

“Yeah,” I said. “I know what you mean, but we better keep a close eye on Susan. She’s never been in this situation before.”

We walked around the casino for a while, checking out the tables, and fending off several guys. Susan got one genuine proposition, which gave her a really big thrill, and Gloria and I fielded several propositions easily. The offers give us an idea of what the rates were in Vegas – a little lower than Miami, probably because there was more competition here. 

Finally we spotted our guys leaving a craps table shaking their heads as though they had not had a good roll. We waved and smiled and joined them. Gordon gave me a big warm kiss and said he was glad to see me.

Jack beamed when he saw Gloria. “Oh baby you can’t know how glad I am to see you.”

Walter’s mouth dropped open, his face looked shocked, and his eyes went from Susan’s tight blouse to her very short miniskirt and then to her spike heels. She was dressed to show off her fabulous figure. I think Walter was shocked at how sexy she looked.

“What the hell are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?” Walter said, nervously examining his wife’s sexy outfit.

“Geri and Gloria invited me to come out with them. This is fun. You’re not gonna believe this Walter, but a guy offered me $400 to come up to his room for an hour. Can you believe that? Four hundred dollars! He had his hand on my ass when he said it.”

Walter’s face turned bright red. I had seen his jealousy before. “Geri how the hell could you let something like that happen? Susan doesn’t know how to take care of herself in a place like this.”

“Don’t worry Walter. I’m watching her. I’d never let her go up to some guy’s room for $400. Susan’s worth at least $600.”

Walter exploded loud enough for people to look at us. “Don’t joke about that Geri. This is all your idea. I know it is. Jesus! Now what?”

“We’re all checked in to the suite. It’s almost time for dinner and then we can start to party,” I said.

Walter was nervous as hell but we had drinks and then dinner. He kept trying to make a phone call on his cell but didn’t get an answer. Finally we went up to the suite. I had left the bikini panties hanging on the head of Walter’s bed and he ran in there and put them in his pocket first thing. 

“Looks like you had fun last night,” Susan said laughing.

Walter kept dialing a number on his cell. Suddenly there was a knock on the door and our doorbell rang several times. I went over and opened the door and saw exactly what I expected. Three over-dressed, slightly over-weight hookers.

Walter raced up to them. “I tried to get you on the phone, but … ”

“Come on in girls,” I said. “The party is about to begin. We’re their wives and we decided to join them.”

There was no way, of course, absolutely no way, that these gals were going to believe that story. I’m sure they figured that Walter had hired three more hookers to make a bigger party. Walter kept sputtering and trying to explain to Susan, who was laughing and getting a kick out of his embarrassment. I had told her to “Go with the flow,” and she was doing exactly that.

Gloria turned on some music, jazz, and started to mix the drinks. 

One of the gals, Shirley, cupped Walter’s crotch in her hand and said, “I hope this thing performs tonight as well as it did last night.”

Walter spun away from her, embarrassed, and looked at Susan, who was giggling.

“I’m sure it will honey,” Susan said to Shirley. “It’s never failed him yet.”

I had seen and done a lot of crazy things in my life, but this was a first for me. Here was a gal – she called herself Rosie, a working name I’m sure – that my special guy had fucked the night before and I felt no jealousy at all – only amusement. She was a fake blonde with much bigger tits than mine, and full hips – the kind men like to grab in both hands when they fuck. She was laughing and rubbing her body against Gordon and occasionally reaching down and stroking his crotch.  

I went over to them and started doing the same thing. Gordon did not have a hard on, but he was laughing and enjoying the attention. Gloria and the third gal were working on Jack the same way.

But what Gloria and Gordon and I were enjoying the most was the way Walter reacted as Shirley worked on him with Susan helping her out. Susan was laughing and Walter was as uncomfortable as I had ever seen him. Everything was working out as I had hoped it would.

We danced as threesomes and drank and laughed and one of the gals lit a joint and passed it around. Neither Gordon nor I took a puff and both of us were watching our drinking. Shirley opened her blouse and got her tits out. Then she grabbed Walter’s hand and pressed it onto her tits. Susan just laughed.

After a couple of hours of partying and drinking, Gloria and I pushed Walter into his bedroom with Shirley and Susan and closed the door. Then Gloria grabbed Jack and the gal working on him and disappeared into their bedroom. 

Gordon walked over to Rosie. “You don’t have to stay,” he said. “I’m going to spend the night with my wife.” 

Then he pealed off eight Franklins from his roll and handed them to Rosie. He was very nice to her but I could tell from her expression that she didn’t believe I was his wife. She figured I was another hooker that Gordon wanted to be alone with. She was right about me being another hooker, of course, and I was glad he wanted us to be alone.

Then Gordon led me into the bedroom.

“I don’t need anybody else but you,” he said. “You’re so damn good in bed that I think I’d keep you even if I didn’t love you so much.”

That got to me. “You know how much it means to me to hear you say ‘I love you?’”

“I’ve figured out a lot of things in the ten months we’ve been married,” he said. “I know, for example, that you really do love me as much as I love you.”

“And just how do you know that?”

“Last summer when you were afraid of losing me to Margie your whole life seemed to fall apart. Jesus! You were even lousy in bed!”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“But last night when you knew us guys were fucking hookers, you could care less. It was like I had a get-out-of-jail-free card.”

“Well … I … you know. I … I guess you did.”

“You were especially happy when I said that the hooker was not as good as you were. And tonight when you thought I might want a threesome it didn’t trouble you at all. You just went along with anything I wanted.”

“Because I love you.”

“Oh it’s more than that, Geri. Much more than that! It’s what you understand that other women don’t. Most women get sex and love all mixed up. You don’t. You know the difference. And I think I know why.”

“Well … I … I …” What the hell did he mean by that? Oh my God! Oh no! It can’t be!

“I’ve put a lot of things together these past ten months,” he said.

Oh shit! My stomach cramped. “Such as?” I said almost in a whisper.

“Such as how we met in Miami and how you paid your way through college and how you and Gloria taught Susan all those sex techniques and all the money that Gloria has and your reaction to Margie - so different from your reaction to Rosie and the way you are in bed – everything a man could ever want.”

Oh my God! It can’t come out now! Not after all our happy times. A sick, cramping feeling grabbed my gut. I felt like I wanted to throw up. Why now? Does he know?

I just stood there, almost trembling. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I was afraid to say anything. I just knew that whatever I said would be wrong.

Gordon looked down at me – then he took me gently in his arms.

“You were a hooker in Miami weren’t you? That’s the way you worked your way through college, wasn’t it? You were a hooker.”

My mind went numb. Don’t lie I told myself. It was all I could think. My ugly past had come back to punish me. It’s over! He’s gone! All my inner fears these past months were justified. Don’t lie. Tell him the truth!

I looked him directly in the eye. “Yes I was.” 

Gordon put his arms around me and kissed me and held me close. Then he looked down at me – his face inches from mine.

“I love you Geri. I never want to lose you.”

Then he picked me up and carried me to bed. I felt my body start to tremble. Oh my God I love him so. Sometimes I feel like this and I don’t know why. Shit! I’m a pro and here I am trembling like some damn high school girl about to get laid. God I want to please him! 

He’s laying me down on the bed and starting to undress me. What does he want me to do? I’ll do anything he wants! Anything! Should I ask him or just wait and see? What should I do?

Oh my God! All he wants is just a simple missionary. Why do I feel so damn helpless? 

Oh God! That feels good! He’s kissing me and fucking me and I’m trembling like a virgin. I love him. I love him so. Oh shit! Damn it! I’m gonna come. Not yet! No! It’s too soon! He hasn’t come yet. I don’t want to come first. I want him to come first. What can I do to please him? 

Then the contractions began and I was lost in pleasure. “Ahhh … Ohhh … Oh sweet Jesus!”

He kept on fucking me and my hips went out of control – he’s got me going again. I can’t come again. I need to find out what he wants me to do. Oh shit! I can’t stop it. It’s happening again! 

Hard, rhythmic contractions swept in waves over my body. “Ahhh … Ohhh … Oh God … I love you … I love you.”

I’ve got to take control. This is not supposed to happen to a pro. I gotta please him first! What’s happening? His rhythm is changing – it’s harder and deeper.  Oh thank you God! He’s about to come! Pump your ass for him you horny little bitch and take it deep. Pump harder! There it is! He’s shooting his load! Oh thank you God! It wasn’t just me. I love him so. I want to please him so much.

He collapsed on my chest, kissing my face. I tasted his sweat. He’s rolling off of me and kissing me. Oh God I love him so!

I started to cry. “I hope you liked that. I wasn’t doing very much, was I? I just kinda laid there. I didn’t seem to show you much action. I didn’t expect to come twice with a simple missionary. Somehow you just got to me! I wanted to do more, but I just couldn’t.” 

He held me close and kissed me softly. “I love you Geri. I love you very much.”

“I didn’t do anything very special,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be sorry, baby. I wanted to start out with a little love. Fix me another drink and then you can get fancy if you want to. Maybe show me something new.”

I got up to go in the living room and mix the drinks. I thought about his request. I could do that easy. I had a lot of choices! I was a pro. Then I trembled again and felt weak, as I remembered the sound of his voice telling me he loved me. What a very special guy he was. We’re gonna have a life together, after all. There’s not another man in the world like my Gordon.

I walked out into the living room, stark naked, to the drink table and there was Gloria, also naked, mixing three drinks. I noticed she’d dyed her beaver bright red to match her hair like when she was working. I figured she did that for Jack. 

“He said I was spectacular,” Gloria said. “Then he rested, and that bitch crawled on to do him cowboy. You know, it’s funny, but I’m not jealous at all.” 

“That’s easy,” I said. “Three reasons: she’s a pro, Jack thinks you’re better in bed, and you know he loves you – he asked you to come out here. That’s why you’re letting him have his fun with a little strange stuff.”

Just then the other bedroom door opened and Susan walked out. She was naked but had on spike heels. Her body looked absolutely fabulous.

“He’s fucking that fat girl now,” she said.

Gloria laughed. “I think she sees herself as ‘pleasingly plump’ rather than fat.”

Susan shook her head. “You saw her with her clothes on. She’s fat! Why do guys like that?”

“Handholds,” I said.

“Handholds?” Susan asked. “What are handholds?”

“Nice hunks of soft flesh on the hips to hold on to when she fucks him and extra large tits to hang down in his face. What position is she fucking Walter in?”

Susan laughed. “You’re right. She’s on top with her tits hanging down for him to play with. It’s driving him wild. But he fucked me first! Pumped his load and I could tell he liked it.”

“Are you comfortable with all this?” I asked Susan.

“I guess so. I’d for sure rather be here with him than at home alone knowing he’s fucking some fat whore. This is all so new for me, but I think I like it.”

“You saw the way he looked at you in the casino in that tight outfit. You have a magnificent figure and you showed it off well. He was jealous of every guy that looked at you. But I could tell he was proud,” I said.

“I think he is proud, since you and Gloria taught me how to handle him,” Susan said.

“Well, what’s important now is that you’ve got him by the balls,” I said.

Susan looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that he’s so jealous and you’re so beautiful that he’s afraid – terrified – that you might fuck another guy.”

“Oh I’d never do a thing like that!” Susan said firmly.

“Don’t let him hear you say that,” I said. “Let him think you might do it if he doesn’t treat you right. That’ll keep him under control. Let him enjoy his whores but keep him worried about you. Things will go better that way.”




A Very Special Guy Ch. 05



Susan looked skeptical. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure! Just look at me and Gordon. I love him so much that he owns me. I worship him. I’d do anything for him and he can do as he pleases. He’s got a whole deck of get-out-of-jail-free cards. But he loves me back and he wants me.”

Susan smiled and nodded her head. “I like your advice. How did you learn so much about men?”

“Experience,” I said. “Lots of experience.”

“I better get back in there,” said Susan. “Maybe he’s finished fucking that fat whore.”

Susan went back to her room and Gloria looked at me and smiled. “Experience! Yeah, that’s exactly what it was. Lets just hope our guys don’t figure out where we got it.”

“Mine has already figured it out,” I said.

Gloria looked shocked. “He what?”

I told her the story. How he paid Rosie and sent her away. How he figured out about Gloria and me and how he said he loved me and carried me to bed and how I lost control and started having orgasms. When I finished Gloria just stared at me for a moment. Then she looked at me and shook her head from side to side in wonder.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, because it’s true. You are the luckiest damn broad in the whole world. He loves you. He’s waiting in there for you come back and show him a new trick. If there was ever a time to bust your butt and do it right, now’s the time baby. Don’t go ga-ga – keep your head. You’re a pro. Get your ass in gear and fuck that very special guy – and do it so he’ll remember this night in Vegas for a long, long time.”