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Vicki's Viewpoint

By: odlum



There was a tingling in the pit of my stomach. I realized this was the next step, but I was nervous. I re-adjusted my blouse and sat on the couch. If I could maintain total control of the situation, I knew everything would be all right. His requests were respectful and delivered in soft and encouraging manner. The click of the camera, the burst of the flash, and his gentle tone soon lulled me into a sense of calm. My thoughts began to drift and I remembered the first time I heard his voice.

It was a hot early April afternoon and the city traffic was moderate. My cell phone beeped and buzzed on the passenger seat. The pause at a stoplight allowed me to quickly look at the screen before the light changed. It wasn't a blocked call, but did not recognize the number. I answered warily. "Hello."

"Good afternoon, may I speak to Vicki, please." The soft polite voice at the other end of the phone intrigued me.

"Speaking"

"I would like to inquire about your availability and your rates." Disappointment clouded my interest. Just what I needed I thought to myself, another lookee-loo. I started into my spiel, but he interrupted me. 

"Would you be available Wednesday morning?"

The immediacy of his question took startled me. "Just a moment and let me check." I already knew the answer to that question but did not want to appear eager. "Hold on for a moment will you please," I said as I steered the car into a side street and parked. Rummaging through my appointment book I replied, "Sorry to keep you waiting, just had to pull the car off to the side of the road; safety first you know. Yes, I'm available. Would 10 o'clock be OK?"

"Sure, sure," came the eager reply. "By the way do you like wine and chocolate?"

The question was disarming. I burst out laughing and exclaimed, "Oh I love them both..."

The knock at the door was firm, but polite. I glanced through the security peephole and was pleasantly surprised. I opened the door. "Hi, Vicki. I'm Jim. Pleased to meet you." A firm hand greeted me. Before me stood a fit, grey haired gentleman in his fifties. He was dressed in blue slacks and a pale short-sleeved dress shirt. His smile was infectious. I invited him into the foyer and closed the door. "Where should I put these?" he asked holding out a gift bag that contained a bottle of wine, a package of my favorite chocolates, and an envelope. His demeanor put me immediately at ease. 

We soon found ourselves, on my living room couch, sharing the white wine and chocolates, pleasant conversation, and the panoramic view of the local vineyard and lake. He was shy and nervous. I had to make the first move. A lingering kiss emboldened him. His fingers tenderly traced down my neck and across my collarbone. I liked how they delicately explored teased my exposed skin and then tentatively dipped into the V of my white silk blouse. It demonstrated that in spite of his apparent bashfulness, he was there for more than just comfortable conversation and passive sex. He wanted to participate and I was very willing to acquiesce.

I slowly closed the bedroom door behind us, turned to face him. To my surprise he was already quickly undressing. As he neatly piled his clothes on one of the bedroom chairs, I caught his eye. Holding his naked gaze, I began to strip. My blouse, long black skirt, and lacy white bra soon found their place on the arms of the other bedroom chair. My hands ran sensuously over my breasts and hips and I saw my actions were having the desired effect. Directing him to the bed, I cooed, "Let's start with a massage." Straddling his legs, I spread the oil over his back and buttocks. I enjoyed the fact that I was in control.

He liked my touch. I could feel him relax as I rubbed his shoulders and lower back. Our conversation was enjoyable. It was not the usual babble about the weather. Instead, it was an intelligent conversation about business ethics. He rolled over under me and I began to rub his chest, stomach, and to tease his cock. His grin encouraged my actions. My fingers traced over a scar in his left groin. The smile faded, as he told me about an operation that had repaired a severe muscle tear, but had damaged several nerves in the process. As a result, he told me with a twinge of sadness, he often had problems with erections and some lingering discomfort.

A brief, humorous discussion about the current mess of our current medical system followed and then it was Nurse Vicki to the rescue. The taste of his precum was sweet and captivating. His cock stiffened against my tongue. My fingers encircled his shaft and manipulated his balls. I could feel his erotic tension building. I timed my sucking and squeezing to match his breathing. 

My own excitement increased. Dampness and warmth was building in my pussy. I quickly wrapped his cock in a condom, discarded my now soaking panties, and straddled Jim. I ground myself against his pelvis and rocked back and forth. His face contorted in ecstasy and his body stiffened and quivered. I closed my eyes and made all the fitting groans and gasps while bucking appropriately.

The tender touch of fingers on my nipples stilled the movements of my performance. The single word "Sorry," poignantly said in a disheartened tone came from Jim. "Let me make it up to you," he continued as he pushed me down onto the bed. I used some tissues to clean him up and glanced at the clock. There was still time left and I lay back against the pillows. 

Jim tenderly spread my legs. His fingers began to trace curving patterns on my inner thighs and over the pouting lips of my pussy. I could feel his hot breath against my kitty as I melted around his penetrating fingers. My wetness increased as they rubbed with slow deliberate movements against the thickness at the front of my vagina. My breath quickened. Then his tongue found my clit. He stopped for a moment, looked up, and said, "You taste wonderful." I smiled and gasped as he continued his actions. His tongue explored my hood. He kissed and sucked my clit. It became wonderfully engorged and sensitive. The sensations he was creating filled my body and my mind. They blotted out all other consciousness. When his teeth raked my clit, I went over the edge. I fell into a paroxysm of ecstasy. My body quivered and danced as his tongue continued to titillate. I heard myself scream, "Don't stop! Oh fuck, don't stop!" and everything melted into a warm erotic blackness.

The red digital image of the clock came slowly into focus. I had been asleep for about an hour. Jim's arms enveloped me and I could feel the prodding of his dick against my buttocks. He adjusted his position and his cock rubbed against my clit. An electric flash of pain and pleasure flooded over my body. I literally jumped out of bed. "...Sorry, I'm hypersensitive now...Sorry..." I breathlessly pleaded. Then, despite the time, I knelt beside the bed, took his cock in my mouth, and sought a reward of a different type.

Over the next few months, Jim became a regular. We would meet once or twice a month and gradually my relationship with him morphed from one of simply a client to that of a friend. He became my confident and my confessor. We communicated regularly on MSN. We often met just to talk. Yet, whether it was out of guilt or something else, Jim always insisted, at the end of each visit, on leaving behind an envelope. 

That summer, while Jim was on an extended motorcycle trip, I dabbled with the domestic straight life. I allowed my boyfriend to move in with me. The result was a disaster. It took me nearly six months to get the bastard out of my life. In the end, I lost most of my business, could barely pay my rent, and became emotionally bankrupt. Through it all, Jim kept in touch with me. He was there through the tears, the screaming fits, and the angry tirades. Jim continually provided the encouragement and support necessary for me to get back on my feet. He even helped create a website for me. "The world needs to see you as I see you," he explained. "They need to see the classy and sophisticated lady I know."

Everything that had happed over the past few months lead to this photo shoot. Six outfits, 2 bottles of champagne, and over 150 photos later, we sat on the kitchen stools before my computer. Giddiness and anticipation filled my head. I was exhausted and leaned against Jim's shoulder as he downloaded the pictures from his camera. He kissed my cheek, nuzzled my neck, and asked, "How are you feeling? Are you ready?"

"I'm tired," I sighed "but horny as hell and can't wait to see what you did." I hugged his shoulders and his hand snaked down my back and cupped my buttocks. The silky material of my robe transferred the heat of his hand to my nakedness beneath. I could feel my nipples harden and brush sensually against the lapels of the robe. "Let me see, let me see them!" I pleaded impatiently. Jim clicked the mouse and the pictures sequentially filled the screen.

While I didn't know exactly how Jim earned his living, I did know that he was involved in merchandising and marketing. I watched with fascination as he selected about a half dozen pictures. The images he chose made me look graceful, erotic, and sophisticated. "Now you choose some pictures," he challenged in an encouraging tone. "After all you have to know how to use this."

While I laboriously selected some photos, I caught him glancing at the clock. It was now after 12 and we had been working for nearly four hours. "Do you have to go soon?" I inquired. 

"No. No, not right away. I have an appointment at three this afternoon with a client at the mall. It's just a short drive, so we still have some time. Finish your selections. However, before I go, I would like to show you how to load some of the pictures onto your website and create a photo album."

Some ninety minutes later, I sat before my computer screen looking proudly at the photo album on my website. The operation had taken longer than I had expected, it always does where computers are concerned. Nevertheless, the time was well spent. Jim had helped me improve the layout and wording on several of the pages. The site was beginning to look very effective and what was more important; it made me feel good. 

"There, how is that?" he asked with a smile. "Are you pleased with what we have done?"

" Oh, wow! It's great! Oh Jim, you have made this so easy," I gushed. "I was scared when we started, but I've had fun and the site looks terrific! You need a reward. Would you like some coffee and a sandwich or something? I could make you..."

"Not really the reward I had in mind," he announced as he planted a passionate kiss on my lips and pushed me towards the bedroom. 

I tossed his shirt on the chair and began to undo his belt and pants. They fell to the floor and Jim hugged me as I slipped my thumbs under the waistband of his underwear and began to work them over his ass. Momentarily, his briefs hung up on his erection. I pulled down sharply. His cock sprang free and we both convulsed in laughter punctuated with a passionate kiss.

Our tongues entwined and I enjoyed the feel of his hands through the material of my robe as they massaged my shoulders, outlined my spine, and massaged my bum. My urgency was growing. The picture taking exercise had been a sensual experience. It had stimulated my libido and now I needed release. I pushed back from him and said, "I need you now...Let me get rid of these." I tried to bend down to help him step out of his clothes, which now encircled his ankles, but he stopped me. His hands found my waist and pulled on the belt of my robe. It fell open and I reveled in the feel of his hands against my bare skin.

My nipples hardened under his touch. Jim kissed my ear and nibbled on my ear lobe. He turned me around. I enjoyed the feeling of his cock slipping between the cheeks of my ass. His hands stroked my belly and his fingertips investigated my pubic hair. I gasped and shuddered as a finger brushed against my clit. "Oh, oh...no not yet," I playfully squealed and pushed back against him. Jim lost his balance and fell back onto the bed. Quickly I turned and deftly removed the underwear, pants, and socks which bound his dangling feet. Then I jumped on the bed beside him and began to smother him with kisses.

A rousing game of slap and tickle ensued. Jim finally subdued me with a move that would bring any girl into check. His fingers penetrated my wet pussy and feverishly worked in and out while his tongue played fast and loose with my clit. One orgasm flowed into another. All I could do was scream "Don't stop...oh fuuuuck doooon't stoooop!" Nevertheless, despite my urging, after a few furious minutes, his pace slowed and then he finally stopped. 

Jim rolled over onto his back to reveal his very erect and hard dick. "Beat that, if you can?" he challenged with a sigh. I could not resist a dare. I fought to regain control of my breathing as I reached for a condom from the bedside table. 

I took delight in the feeling of his hardness against the roof of my mouth and tongue. His taste was exquisite. I sucked hard and bobbed feverishly allowing my teeth to scrape against the sides of his cock. His hips rose to meet my motions and I enjoyed his gasps and groans. I could feel his tension growing. When I felt his leg muscles begin to tighten, I stopped. My thumb and fingers encircled the base of his cock and squeezed. His urgency subsided. After quickly rolling on the condom, I straddled him. I briefly savored the feeing of his cock inside me and then I began to buck wildly.

Jim's eyes met mine and I held his gaze. His hips thrust up to meet my downward movements. My pussy juices gushed. His cock felt great. It seemed to touch my very heart and soul with each thrust. I ground myself against him in an attempt to have him fill me totally. My body tingled, hot colors flashed before my eyes, and I felt him cum. His cock continued to pulse and throb as we rocked together before I finally collapsed into his arms.

The sound of my cell phone, as it chimed and danced across the top of the night table, woke me. Through blurry eyes, I peered at the clock and saw that the time was shortly after two. Realizing that I was alone in bed, I answered the phone. After a brief conversation, I headed towards the sound of running water. I stumbled into the ensuite to join Jim in the shower. "Mind some company, I need to wash off," I said as tied my hair up, stepped around the shower curtain, and into the tub. 

A warm, slippery hug and a deep kiss greeted me. I enjoyed the combined sensual feel of Jim's hands and the hot shower water on my back. I pressed my breasts into his chest and felt his hardness grow against my belly. I broke the kiss and used my hands to reach up and frame his face. After lightly kissing his chin and neck, I slowly traced his facial features with my fingertips and then ran my palms down his chest and pinched his nipples. During all of this, I maintained eye contact. I loved looking into his grey-blue eyes. 

My excitement grew as my left hand continued down his belly to fondle and caress his hardness. My other hand traced patterns over the small of his back. Then my fingers sought out the crack of his ass and slowly proceeded to map out its valley. I could see the anticipation increasing in his eyes. I squeezed his cock and ran my thumb back and forth over its bulbous end. The tension was building within both of us. I relished my power over him. 

His pelvis tilted towards me when the index finger of my right hand found his anal rosebud. I increased my pressure against the puckered muscle. Jim gasped. The rhythm of my cock teasing increased as I forcibly pushed a finger against his sphincter. He gasped and winced. I planted a soft kiss on his lips and quickly pulled away from him. "There that gives you something to think about until next time," I teased and quickly left the shower, grabbed a towel from the rack, and scampered from the bathroom. 

"Hey!" came a bellow from behind me, "That's not fair!"

"Well the fair on comes in the fall. You can wait until then or our next session or you can finish the job yourself," I said with a laugh from the bedroom. I quickly dried myself. Then in short order, I slipped into my lavender jump suit and matching high heeled slippers, straightened up the bedroom, and left Jim to his own devices. 

On my way back into the kitchen, I dropped the towel off in the laundry area, plumped the cushions on the sofa, and picked up the champagne glasses. A quick tidy-up of the counter, the placing of Jim's envelope in the ice cream pail in the freezer, and I was ready. I turned away from the refrigerator just as Jim entered the kitchen.

"You look fantastic! I like you in that outfit," he said admiringly. "It really suits you." The jumpsuit was a favorite. The soft velvet clung to my slim frame and emphasized my curves. I always wore the zipper so that it revealed a modest amount of cleavage. My hair was still up, but I had pulled a few strands free and they framed my face. He approached and reached out and tenderly played with the tendrils with his fingers. "My God you are a magnificent woman. I really..."

I didn't let him finish. I placed my fingers on his lips and cooed, "I had a wonderful time too. I truly enjoyed the photo shoot and I really like what you did to my website. But I don't want to make you late for your appointment." With that, I ushered him towards the door making sure that Jim had his camera and coat. 

When we kissed at the door, I let him play briefly with my nipples through the soft material of my jumpsuit. Then with both hands, I gently pushed him out onto the veranda, encouraged him to call me soon, told him I loved him, and closed the door. I glanced at the kitchen clock as I heard his truck start and head down the driveway. A sense of relief passed over me. It was only ten to three. There was still plenty of time. No cars would be passing in the driveway. 

Author's note: This story resulted from a challenge by a female friend. I would really like to hear your comments and criticisms. I would especially like to know if you think the story should be expanded into a series. Odlum

Vicki's Viewpoint Ch. 02



Vicki's Viewpoint Chapter 2

The clatter of the older Mercedes-Benz diesel brought me to peak through the curtain of my bedroom window. I smiled and watched as Mr. Schmidt went through his ritual. He placed his glasses on the dashboard; placed his wallet in the glove box and locked it; placed his cell phone under the front seat; and then examined himself in the rearview mirror. The routine was always the same. Moments later there was a sharp rap at the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Schmidt," I said as I opened the door while standing behind it. "Come in, come in. It is so good to see you."

"Ah, my sweet little angel, I like how you play hide and seek." he chided with a laugh. "You know you are to call me Arnold." The game had begun. He peaked around the door and reached out towards me. "Oh I see you have on my favorite robe. Thank you. Thank you. You are too kind to this old man. You always make my dreams come true."

I grasped his hands, pulled him inside, and kissed him on either cheek. Before me, there stood a short bald man in his late seventies. He was dressed in a tweed three-piece suit complete with a gold watch fob across his belly and heavy brogue shoes. He handed me a small purple, plastic bag. It contained his regular donation, a small box of hand-made chocolates, and a yellow rose bud. His daughter owned a chocolate shop. The flower was from the garden shop he started over 30 years ago. He still spent some time each day there even though his son currently ran it. 

I took the bag and placed it on the table by the door as I lead him into the bedroom. There I helped him off with his shoes and suit. I neatly folded his clothes over the chair by the window and placed his brogues at the side on the floor. As usual, just before he lay down on the bed, he gave me instructions on how to lay his tie over the arm of the chair. Once everything was in place, I turned to face him.

The site before me was comical. I bit my lip to ensure that I did not laugh aloud. There in the centre of my Queen bed was the wizened frame of Arnold. He was naked except for his bright red plaid boxer shorts and his black calf length socks, which were held up by garters. His arms stretched up to invite me and then he patted the bed with his left hand to show me where he wanted me to kneel. As I knelt beside him, he reached out and pulled at the drawstring of my silk robe. I allowed it to slip down my shoulders and expose my breasts to his view, but I did not remove my arms from the sleeves. His lips parted slightly and he smiled as he gazed at my breasts.

My hand deftly slipped through the fly of his underwear and found his penis. I curled my fingers around his flaccid member and began to massage and rub it. Arnold emitted a soft cough and a groan. I could fell his body relax and his cock begin to respond. I slowly increased my rhythm and pressure. I saw the muscles in his face begin to relax. His eyes closed and a smile spread across his face.

When I saw that his breath was coming in quick pants and that his leg muscles were beginning to stiffen, I quickly removed my hand. Slipping my fingers under the elastic of the waistband, I swiftly pulled down his boxer shorts to expose his now stiff and rampant dick. I re-adjusted my kneeling position and bent slightly forward so that Arnold had a better view of my tits. The final stage of the rub and tug had begun in earnest. Arnold arched his neck and his eyes widened. They flicked between my hand movements and the bounce of my breasts. His body tensed and Arnold emitted a series of soft coughs and grunts as ropes of thick cum splashed onto his belly.

The rattle and chug of Arnold's diesel disappeared down the driveway. The entire visit, including the hot towel clean up and helping him dress, had taken less than half an hour. I retrieved the neatly folded bills from the plastic bag and placed them in the ice cream tub in the freezer. I could hear one of the decadent chocolate truffles calling out to me from the box. While preparing coffee and a snack of cheese, smoked salmon, and crackers, I indulged in a chocolate fix. 

On my veranda, I laid back in my chaise lounge enjoying the warmth of the late afternoon sun my coffee and my snack. Through the screen of the patio door, I could hear my cell phone ring. I ignored it, choosing to pamper myself in the luxury of controlling my own time.

I had fallen asleep on the recliner on the veranda and was now in the bath removing the early evening chill and relaxing. Leaning back on my inflatable pillow, I watch the bubbles swim around my nipples that poked through the water like little brown islands. My submerged hands were delicately playing with my pubic hair and clit. I was enjoying the sensations when my cell phone rang. Out of habit, I had taken it with me into the bathroom and placed it open in the towel basket beside the tub. The number on the screen was not one that I recognized. New clients were always welcome. I dried my hands and picked up the phone. I could never relax for long.

The apartment, located in one of those quadrangle complexes made up of a series of buildings, was hard to find. The numbers were poorly lit and difficult to read. I telephoned and received detailed instructions that took me right to the door. Before knocking on number 116, I quickly checked my outfit.

I had chosen a simple black, V-neck cocktail dress, red leather pumps, matching purse, and a red cocktail jacket. I looked very classy and elegant. When he opened the door, it was apparent from the expression on his face that my client agreed with my evaluation. Unfortunately, he was not equally chic.

"Welcome, welcome Vicki. I'm so pleased to meet you. I'm Terry." Terry looked like the typical ex-college hockey player. A muscular six-foot fame was now going to pot as he entered his mid thirties. Bright steel blue eyes beamed through wire rimmed glasses and a broad smile painted his ruddy face with a combination of happiness and eager anticipation. Unfortunately, he wore a Budweiser T-shirt and blue jeans with tattered cuffs. Somehow, from his voice on the phone I had expected more.

Nevertheless, he was polite and his pleasant demeanor set me at ease. Terry's apartment was that of a typical bachelor. It reflected his persona and my caution meter dropped into the free from anxiety zone. A collage of hand-me-down furniture bracketed a huge flat screen TV in the living room while the dining room furniture consisted of a simple wooden table and chairs. However, I was not there to issue the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval and we quickly took care of the monetary aspects of my visit. 

The jazz music provided by his satellite connection played softly in the background. We sat on his couch enjoying the taste of an excellent Merlot. After a few moments discussing the music and the wine, the conversation turned to sex and his expectations for my visit. I began to rub his thigh, while he lightly massaged my neck and shoulders. This soon led to some serious French kissing and some gentle groping of my breasts. I was now on the clock. I subtly checked my watch. The hour countdown had begun.

I brushed my hand down his chest and suggested that we continue the party in the bedroom. As we started towards bedroom door, I asked if I could use the bathroom first. A clean sink and bath with fresh towels greeted me when I pushed open the door. I was impressed. I used the toilet; freshened myself up with a couple of sanitary wipes, and applied the appropriate dabs of gel and White Shoulders to the proper places. Following a quick check in the mirror and I was ready. 

The bedroom was a design disaster. D‚cor highlights were an old chest of drawers, a series of NASCAR posters, a Venetian blind, and a queen-sized bed. Terry, naked except for his T-shirt was in the center of the bed. He was unabashedly stroking his cock. I placed my purse by the door and removed my kit bag. Then I twirled and strutted along the side of the bed and placed my kit on the bedside table. I began a striptease show and encouraged him to assist. 

Terry took instructions well. Soon I was naked and kneeling on the bed beside him. I took what I needed from the kit bag and straddled his chest. Terry immediately began to massage my back and hip. I rolled a condom over his now hard dick. As I bent forward to begin fellatio, I felt his face push between my thighs and his tongue move against my clit. His oral manipulations diverted my attention from the taste of latex in my mouth. It was something that I did not enjoy but had become accustomed to and now tolerated. I began the mandatory bobbing and sucking motions and hoped that his tongue would encourage my actions. I made the appropriate moaning sounds and squirmed but his attentions did not last long before he pushed me aside and asked me to ride him while he played with my tits. 

I bounced up and down and ground against his cock. All the while, I fingered my clit and moaned. I could feel his body begin to tense. I urged him to squeeze my nipples. The actions of his fingers were just enough to bring me over the edge. We came together.

Like a gentleman, he led me to the bathroom to clean up. Terry ran hot water over a face cloth and delicately wiped my slit as I leaned against the counter. He gently dried me. The feel of the terry material against my pussy was electrifying. I moaned and spread my legs even more to improve his access.

Terry responded to my encouragement. His tongue found my clit. It felt good. I grasped his head with both hands and guided him. Like a good boy, he followed my directives. "...Oh, lick there...Faster...Oh yes, yes...Oh that's it, suck it...suck it harder..." I panted as I enjoyed several small orgasms, which seemed to flow one into the other. Then he penetrated me with his fingers while he continued to lap at my pussy. His fingers curled and found the thickness at the front of my vagina. His finger movements and a series of vibrant sucks on my clit brought me to another shuddering climax. 

It took m a little while to regain my composure and when I did, I realized my meter had run out. I softly cupped Terry's face, bent down, and kissed his forehead. "Sweetie," I whispered. "This has been fun, but if you want more I'll need a least another half hour deposit." 

He laughed, rose from his knees, and went into the bedroom. I could here some drawers opening and closing and then he returned. "Sorry, I'm totally tapped out. I've had a great time but I don't think I could rise to another occasion even if I wanted, he said with a sheepish grin." We both looked down at his now shriveled penis and laughed. 

Terry saw me to the door dressed only in his T-shirt. I rubbed his chin with my fingertips and kissed him on the cheek. I told him that it had been fun, let my hand fall from his chin, and slide down his chest. Then I said teasingly, "Don't be a stranger, give me a call soon," and playfully touched the end of his cock and fled the premises.

On the drive home, I realized just how tired I was. It had been a long day but profitable day. However, I was drained emotionally and physically. After a quick shower and a mug of hot coco, I fell into bed and slept soundly.

I rose later than usual the following morning, slipped into my floral silk robe, and padded in my bare feet to the kitchen. As I made coffee and prepared a breakfast plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers, I could feel that I was still tired. I turned off my phone and headed out onto the veranda to enjoy the morning sun. I rent a small cabin in a semi-rural area just on the outskirts of the city. The area is consists of a strange mix of hobby farms, vineyards, and rural housing. My home overlooks one of the largest vineyards in the area. This morning I watched as a group of workers hand thinned the vines. 

The sun was warm and there was a slight breeze. I enjoyed my breakfast, the warmth of the sun, and the scene before me. As I sipped the last of my coffee, a strange, faint smell caught the attention of my nose. It was combinations of the ammonia from the henhouse of the hobby farm a mile away and smell of warm damp earth. Nevertheless, the odor stirred, in my mind, the image of a recent encounter. 

It had occurred several weeks before. I had taken a needed night off and was treating myself to a glass of wine and appetizers in The Grand Hotel's quiet Water Garden Bar. The Grand is one of oldest and best hotels in the city. The lighting low lighting and table candles, the quiet music, and dance of the water in the corner fountain created a warm romantic and relaxing ambiance.

I sensed his presence before I actually saw him. He was standing beside me and spoke when I looked up. "Sorry to interrupt, but I noticed that you were alone and wondered if I could offer you another glass of wine?" It was not the most original hit line I had ever heard but the delivery caught my attention. There was a glass of red wine in his hand and an open bottle of a very expensive Cabernet and another glass at his side. He was ruggedly handsome. Dressed in a dark suit and silk shirt open at the neck, he oozed confidence and sexuality. 

I invited him to join me. He placed the wine before me and when the waitress approached, he ordered a plate of appetizers. He flashed her a knowing smile when she delivered the food and she let us lone for the rest of the evening. An hour of very pleasant conversation and several glasses of excellent wine followed. During that time, I learned that Steve was a former NHL hockey player who was now a sales representative for a vintage wine brokerage. He was at the hotel for a sales conference. When he asked me what I did, I opened my purse. As I handed him the card, I leaned across the table giving him an ample view down the front of braless cocktail dress. I maintained my pose as he read "Vicki's Trulytaylored Enterprises...Occasion and Event Planning." His eyes sparkled as he licked his lips and exhaled softly. "You can plan my event anytime...soon."

Banter and laughter followed, but when the wine was gone, a silence grew between us. I realized that I was a more than a little tipsy and indicated that I should be going. I reached for my purse and my cell phone to call a cab. "Don't go yet," he said intently. "I have an offer for you. Tomorrow, I have to make a pitch for a fall wine festival. It's my first big proposal and I get very nervous during presentations. Would you be willing to look at the plan and offer suggestions?" There was a twinkle in his eye, which did not match the sincerity of his request.

"Steve, I've had a long day," I laughingly replied, "and my judgment may be clouded by the wine. Perhaps I should be going. Besides," I continued, "I make it a rule, never give free advice. It's worth nothing."

He placed a hand on mine. The touch was electric. Then he smiled and pulled an envelope from the inside of his jacket pocket. "In here is a $500 gift certificate. I'll exchange it for your advice."

During the ride up in the elevator, we kissed passionately. As we walked down the hall, to his room he cupped my breasts and I groped his ass. In the room, his clothes quickly became a neat pile and he stood only in his bikini briefs before the bed. The large prominent bugle and growing wet spot indicated his excitement. I could feel my own anticipation growing.

My lips found his nipples. He groaned. My knees bent and I slithered my way down his body with my tongue and fingertips. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of his underwear, with the intention of pulling them off with my teeth. As I drew the band towards my lips, I caught a whiff of something. It was neither a fresh male aroma nor the clean, sweat, delicious smell of sexual arousal. It was a pungent, acrid, rancid stench. He reeked and I almost gagged.

However, at this point, my fingers were actually around his cock. I found myself in a difficult position. Several solutions to my predicament flashed through my mind. Should I continue what I was doing and risk projectile vomiting as I attempted to slide his smelly cock into my mouth? Should I just politely toss him off inside his briefs in the faint hope of avoiding the dreadful stench coming from his groin? On the other hand, should I show my disgust, stop groping his penis, and tell him to go and wash it immediately?

My solution surprised me. It gives me little pride to describe what I did next. I promptly removed my hand from his underwear and pushed him roughly onto his back. I quickly climbed onto the bed. With my left hand, I hiked the hem of my cocktail dress up over my hips. As I straddled him, my right hand forcibly pressed against his chest. Then in a combination of anger and erotic frenzy, I dry-humped his brief-covered erection until I had an orgasm.

Steve lay on the bed passive and stunned by my erotic fury. It was obvious that he was not used to a woman taking control. However, before he could come to his senses, I sprang from the bed, picked up his suit jacket from the floor and ripped the gift certificate envelope from the inside pocket. As I ran from the room, I tossed the jacket in the direction of Steve's prostrate body. 

The sound of the diesel tractor and the voices of the vineyard workers startled me from my daydream. I felt a little guilt in the back of my mind, but the growing heat and tingling in my lower abdomen quickly replaced it. The daydream had made me horny.

I laid back in the chaise lounge and allowed the sun and my imagination to warm my body. I sat up looked about and down on vineyard below me. The workers were now trimming the vines by my driveway fence. While I could clearly hear their conversations, they could not see me lying on my veranda chaise. The angle of the hill and rose arbors around the porch obscured their view. I lay back in the lounger, drew up my knees, pulled at the drawstring of my robe, and exposed my nakedness to the sunlight.

My left hand found my breasts and traced circles around my nipples. Then I began to concentrate its attentions on my left nipple. I teased it between my thumb and forefinger. It hardened under my touch. Each movement of my fingers sent an electric tingle through my abdomen. The fingers of my right hand now played with the hair of my mound. I began to softly moan as my fingers tentatively explored the heat and dampness of my groin. I could feel the sticky wetness on my knuckles as I started to stroke my outer pussy lips.

I began to quiver as my fingers rubbed my clit. I worked its hood back and forth. Through my erotic haze, I could hear my involuntary pants and moans. My fingers curled and penetrated. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they worked in and out and tantalized the front wall of my vagina. My thumb found my clit. A series of throaty passionate screams leapt from my throat as wave after wave pleasure flooded over my body.

The loud sound of my voice startled me from my pleasurable manipulations and my dream like trance. Shocked by my wanton display, I bolted from the lounger, and dashed into the house my open robe trailing behind me and exposing my nakedness to the world. I could hear the shouts and laughter from the workers in the field below. It was then that I saw the humor of the situation and convulsed in gales of laughter as I bent over the kitchen counter by the computer. 

When I finally regained control and wiped away the tears of laughter from my face I glanced at the computer screen. In the corner was the pulsing signal that indicated I had a new email. At first, I just wanted to ignore it, but curiosity overcame my desire to disregard the world around me. I opened the message. It was from Jim. It seemed hard to believe that only yesterday, Jim and Arnold Schmidt had nearly passed each other in my driveway. So much had happened in only 24 hours. It was only the day before that Jim was here, taken a series of photos, and set up my website for me. Now he announcing that he had finished "processing" the photos and was wondering when he could show them to me and add them to my website. I did not know what to say. I was pleased with the site as it was. What was there to change? However, I was intrigued. I quickly typed a reply. "See you tomorrow at 10. Bring the photos and wine. We'll have some fun and work things out. Hugs, Vickie." 




Vicki's Viewpoint Ch. 02



"What do I have to lose," I thought to myself. I then shut off my computer and headed to the bathroom and a long hot shower. 

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensuous feel of the hot water against my skin. I smiled as thoughts of an afternoon of shopping filled my mind. That would be the perfect reward for a day off. 



Vicki's Viewpoint Ch. 03



I like being in charge. In fact, I need to be in control. Therefore it was extremely hard for me to sit out on the veranda, enjoy the spring morning sun, sip wine and examine the scenery while Jim upgraded my website. Each time I heard him grumble or even curse, I wanted to storm into the kitchen and rip the mouse and keyboard from his hands. I tried to wash down my anxiety with a second glass of wine. Stretching out on the lounger, I allowed the sun to beat down on me. I felt the sun's rays through my blue jeans and thin cotton blouse. The heat warmed my bra-less breasts. I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax. My apprehension had almost disappeared, when Jim beckoned me into the house. 

I grabbed my glass and the wine bottle and headed into the kitchen. The screen saver occupied the monitor. As Jim helped me into the stool before the computer, I sarcastically said, "Well, I was hoping for a little more than that!"

"Patience, sweet Victoria," Jim replied as he topped up my glass. He touched the mouse and my site sprang across the screen. I was completely speechless. At first, I didn't recognize the picture on the home page as me. The picture was soft and stylish. It looked like it should be in a glamor magazine. "The picture is beautiful!" I squealed. Then I read the words on the page.

Anger flashed across my eyes. I tensed and then felt his hand on my shoulder. He must have sensed my reaction and silently willed me to read them again. I did. They were my words only in a softer more elegant order. I relaxed a little and proceeded through the rest of the website pages. 

When I had finished looking at all of the pages, my head was swimming in euphoria. I gabbed Jim by the head and planted a deep erotic kiss on his mouth. When I stopped kissing him, I exclaimed. "The site is fantastic! You are the most magnificent man! You are incredible! You must become my manager!" I didn't wait for his reply I just began kissing him again.

Jim broke away and gently stroked my cheek. "I can't be your manager, sweetie, but I can be your friend and help you with your site whenever you need it. Shall we finish creating your photo album?" His cool manner subdued my enthusiasm, but I continued to hug him. I burrowed into his chest and allowed him to cup my breasts while we started to select the photos for the album.

Nearly two hours later, a second bottle of wine was almost empty and the fifteen photos were now in the website album. I was more than a little tipsy and very, very horny. I needed sex. Jim seemed to have read my mind. He closed down the web page editor while I hurriedly bundled up all the papers and disks he had brought with him and placed them in a messy pile behind the computer. Then I grabbed Jim by the shirt and started to draw him towards the bedroom. "Whoa there Miss Vickie!" he chided. "You just packed up my donation envelope with all of that other stuff. I don't want to go down that pathway again," Jim laughed.

Though the alcoholic haze, I remembered when some months before I had accused him of leaving a thin envelope. It had been a mutual misunderstanding. While he had been the perfect gentleman, the situation embarrassed me. I did not want those circumstances to repeat. I quickly rummaged through the pile and found the envelope in the middle of all the disks. "How much is here?" I inquired.

"An hour..."

"When do you have to be back in the city?" I asked.

"Not until five..."

"Well then my love, we have lots of time." My loud, wine driven, singsong voice rang in my ears. Jim laughed. He realized that I was slightly inebriated. "You deserve a little extra reward for all your hard work." I continued slightly slurring my words. "Now you head off and get ready, while I go to the bathroom." Jim grabbed the wine bottle and glasses, turned, and walked towards the bedroom. I patted the envelope and took a peak inside. I shouted down the hall after him, "Tell me how you like my new bedroom decorations. The duvet cover, I just bought, along this the pillow shams. I finally hung the picture over the bed. I think it sets off the headboard nicely." He didn't reply. I didn't really care since I was using the noise of my voice to cover the sounds of squirreling away his donation in the ice cream tub in the freezer.

I entered the bedroom and smiled. Jim lay naked on his side in the middle of the bed. He had dutifully covered the new duvet with a sheet from the basket by the bedside table, which contained fresh cover sheets and hand towels. He was a thoughtful man.

I stood at the end of the bed and slowly stretched. With my arms raised over my head, I leisurely and sensually rotated my hips. Naked, except for my blouse, I enjoyed the look on Jim's face when my muff peaked out below the edge of my blouse. That morning, in the shower, I shaped my pubic hair into a neat landing strip, which accented my pouting pussy lips.

"Oh my God," he whispered. "You are so sexy. Come here, I need to kiss you."

I climbed up on the bed and stood over him. I pushed away his outreached arms and began a slow striptease. Button by button, I revealed by breasts and tummy. All the while, I twisted my hips and teased him by letting him have peaks at my now very wet pussy. I worked the cotton garment back and worth across my ass like a towel. Then I sent the blouse flying across the room with a final set of hip gyrations. Jim's cock was now rampant. However, I needed something else. 

I dropped to my knees pinning his arms with my shins. My dripping pussy was now over his face. I pushed down. His nose rubbed against my clit and he began to lap at my vaginal opening. The feelings his attentions generated were incredible. He was doing just what I needed. I moaned and squirmed. I ground my pussy against his mouth. His tongue penetrated me and I shuddered with my first orgasm.

Jim's teeth grated across my engorged nub. Electric shocks went straight to my nipples. I screamed. His tongue then vibrated back and forth across my throbbing button. I tensed and exploded. My head alternately swam in blackness, stars, and colors. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded over me. I fell into an erotic trance. Then reality beckoned. Pain and discomfort radiated from by breasts. I felt a cold smoothness against my cheek. I was startled to find myself with my face pressed against the glass of the picture over the bed while I was forcibly grinding my chest against the heavy wooden headboard. "Oh shit Jim, stop!" I screamed, when I realized that the picture was about to fall. I grabbed it and fell backwards onto the bed.

Gales of laughter poured out from the tangle of body parts now covered with the picture. Jim tried to help by grabbing an edge of the frame. His hands struggled to steady the painting while I turned on my side to guide it to the floor. However, my ass and pussy remained spread in front of him. As I leaned the frame against the bed, I felt Jim's burning breath against my hot, wet slit. It did not take long for his tongue to bring me to another powerful orgasm and the picture and I slowly slide onto the floor.

We joked and teased one another as we returned the picture to its rightful place on the wall. Then we cuddled on the bed. Jim nuzzled my neck while I stroked his chest and abdomen. I traced my fingertips along the scar in the crease of his groin. The nerves damaged during the operation to repair the muscles torn playing hockey, did not always allow him to respond to my touches. However, this time everything was working perfectly. My fingers found drops of precum on the end of his hard cock. I massaged the slippery essence into his cock head and Jim moaned loudly.

The feel of Jim's dick against the roof of my mouth and tongue increased my passion. My wetness was growing and I could feel it against my inner thighs. I greedily sucked on his penis and enjoyed his taste as my fingers worked a condom from its wrapper. I leaned back and prepared to roll the rubber over his erection. Jim lay on the bed in a state of rapture with his eyes closed. 

I straddled him and slipped his covered hardness deep into my sopping opening. The feeing as his cock head passed between my outer pussy lips was thrilling. I was soon panting and screaming as I rocked back and forth and ground my pussy against his pelvis. It only took a few gyrations before I felt Jim's body tense and shake. I felt his throb inside me. 

I did not let him off easily. I managed to coax another cum out of him before I pushed him, a tired and wasted man, out the door at 5:20. He was going to be late for whatever appointment he had, but I did not care. It had been a great day for me. I had a new and fantastic website. I had been sexually satisfied and I had added to my ice cream fund. What more could a woman ask for from a day?

The website completely changed my life over the next few months. I mentioned it in my advertising. The website contained an email option and I was pleasantly surprised by the number of clients who contacted me that way. However, what surprised and flattered me the most were the number of compliments I received about the site. Constantly found in the email texts were words such as elegant, classy, and sophisticated. It was flattering to think that the writers also thought I would have the same attributes. 

Having a website, pricked my curiosity about the websites of other working girls. In my own mind, I rated mine as one of the best. I liked my layout and I liked my pictures. However, as I critically examined the photos on the other websites I re-awakened an old fantasy. I wanted to be with a woman. The more I looked, the greater the urgency of the fantasy grew. After a month of trying to suppress the urge, I had to act.

A quiet downtown restaurant bar was the location, which I chose for my hunt. I chose it for two reasons. The first was that it attracted a younger crowd that included many female office workers and nurses from the nearby hospital. Secondly, and more importantly, it was a bar that I had never used for a client meeting. 

I quickly realized while I was prowling, just how lucky I had been. I had been able to live out my heterosexual sexual fantasies in a no commitment, liberal environment. When I approached women at the bar, I could sense their unease. I was a stranger. This was their stomping ground. Friends and known faces surrounded them. These were judgmental people and this would not allow the women that I approached the freedom to explore sexual taboos. 

It's not easy to take what I have gained as a working girl and apply that outside of the trade. I had spent so much time surrounded by people that accept and enjoy my sexuality that I had almost forgotten what the atmosphere in this bar was like. It had its own rules and expectations.

I wanted to just walk into the bar and leave with a woman. It seemed like a simple objective; something that I could easily accomplish. Nevertheless, while I did manage to get a kiss from one or two I left the bar each night, womanless. I tasted the bitterness of rejection at a personal level and it hurt.

As a child, my mother always reminded me that everything comes to those who wait. However, patience was never one of my virtues. Yet, as my anxiety around my female fantasy grew with each rebuff, I did not see fulfillment coming from an entirely different direction. One night, after a brutal rejection, I sat before my computer with a glass of wine and dabbed my eyes with Kleenex. I was feeling particularly down and hurt since a playful nurse, who only the night before, had allowed me to kiss her and brush my fingers over her breast, told me bluntly, "...Get lost, bitch!" I quickly fled the bar in tears. Now the only thing I nursed was a lonely glass of Merlot and my bruised ego. Out of frustration, I opened my site email manager to find a unique message.

The message title was simple: "Couple Request." Normally I just open couple request message and reply with a thank you but no thanks. However, this one was different. Their first words were... "It is important to us that you have a good time. If you enjoy yourself, we will surely enjoy ourselves too." Their email hooked my fantasies and captured my interest. As I re-read it, my imagination began to run wild. 

Over the next two weeks, I exchanged numerous emails and phone calls with the couple. The expectations and rules of engagement were established. The donation offered was more than double my regular extended evening rate. The date was set and the countdown began. This was the most difficult part for me. I hate waiting. It really sucks! It's like waiting for Christmas morning, just three more sleeps; just two more sleeps; ...but the anticipation only heightened the entire experience. Each night I read and re-read their emails and my notes. Images swam in my mind as I wondered what they would be like to play with and fantasized about the time we would spend together.

The motions of the butterflies in my stomach matched the whir of the elevator's electric motor. The doors opened at the 12th floor and I headed to room 1204. Before I could even knock, the door swung open. I walked into the room to see a beautiful woman smiling at me. Her smile excited me. She was dressed erotically in a very simple black see-through camisole. Simple sounds boring, but for me it had exactly the opposite effect. It spoke volumes about the type of woman she was. She was not simple but confident and sensual. She did not feel the need to dress up in garters, or leather straps, nor in ribbon and lace to impress her husband or me. She looked calm and natural. I love that look on a woman.

She held out her arms, stepped forward, and gave me a hug. "So glad to finally meet you Vicki," she said with a smile. "I'm Jasmine and this is my husband Ron." Her husband stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek. A wave of relief spread over me. I felt accepted.

Ron poured me a drink and we sat on the bed chatting about nothing really. It wasn't awkward chat, just "getting to know you" conversation. Ron was in his late forties and a computer programmer. He was dressed in one of the hotel's terry robes and as he sat on the bed, it gapped slightly to reveal his chest. He had chiseled features and when he smiled his blue eyes danced. Jasmine was a senior flight attendant. She had a trim, tight figure and her short brunette hair accented her face and smooth olive-brown complexion. However, it was her eyes, which truly excited me. They were a deep chocolate brown and literally danced with excitement when she smiled. 

The room was a penthouse suite with large floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city. In front of the windows was a large raised Jacuzzi tub. The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains and the city lights outlined a fairy-like pattern of roads and houses. It was truly a romantic backdrop. The tub had been filled before my arrival. It now tempted us to soak away our remaining inhibitions, sip our drinks, and enjoy the view. We stripped down and stepped into the warm inviting waters. Jasmine and I sat next to each other. Ron was at the foot of the tub. 

It wasn't long before Jasmine's hand brushed against my thigh. The tub was warm but an electric chill ran through by body. We continued to chat as I watched her hand caress my leg. I wanted to kiss her and to touch her. I wanted it to all happen immediately. Nevertheless, I suppressed my urges and found myself being content to enjoy the feel of her touch. I tried to file these sensations in a place within my mind from where I hoped I could retrieve and replay them repeatedly. I repositioned my legs hoping to encourage her. Instead, my foot brushed against Ron's thigh and fell into his grasp. He began to rub my calf and the ball of my foot. I was in heaven. 

Finally, I could be passive no longer. I moved my hand to touch Jasmine's wrist. We turned and looked at one another. I swear I could feel her desire. My trembling hand slipped away from her arm and traveled, as if it had a mind of its own. My fingertips traced circular patterns on her thighs. Then they stopped and hovered just above her mound. I could feel the heat radiating from her womanhood. Jasmine took a deep breath and looked at me. Her eyes invited me to kiss her. The kiss was soft and gentle, both of us holding back our passions. Together we savored the moment. It was another snapshot to file away. 

It was Ron, who suggested that it was time to carry this to the bed only few steps away. We playfully dried each other with the large, soft terry towels. Tentative and curious touches titillated our erotic zeal. Jasmine let her towel fall to the floor and laid herself upon the bed and I instinctively followed. 

What happened from there is still impossible for me to chart in chronological order. It has become a random collage of sensual events, which I can call upon in moments or erotic boredom or late night loneliness. During our short time together, we explored so many erotic moments and touched upon so many of my fantasies, nevertheless tasting her was perhaps the most vivid. 

The sweet scent of her musk lured me. Her prefect mound with its pink, pouting lips became my all-consuming focus. Her taste was exquisite While I explored her pussy with my mouth, I glanced up to see Jasmine's head roll back as she let out a soft moan. The feel of her throbbing pearl against my tongue was incredible. Ron would not let us forget his presence. That would not happen. He had curled himself around the two of us. Like the circle of life, we fed on one another. He tasted how wet she was making me. His tongue and lips pleasured me while I pleasured her. Jasmine in turn sucked deeply on Ron's cock. We all came together for the first of many times that night. 

Ron entered me while I lapped at Jasmine's sopping pussy. His rapid thrusts encouraged me to ravish her delicious slit. My tongue teased her clit while my fingers worked in and out of her tight little pussy. Jasmine's breath now came in short pants. She arched her back and her vagina muscles squeezed down on my fingers. I massaged her G-spot. She emitted a shuddering scream and came, showering my greedy mouth with her sweet essence. Ron withdrew from me. Then I felt him shower my back and bum with his hot, sticky sperm. 

Ron now took a break to sit and watch. This left the two of us alone on the bed. I crawled up Jasmine's body to kiss her. We embraced. Our tongues intertwined. Our bodies seem to meld together. Jasmine's hands massaged my back rubbing Ron's cum into my skin and down the crack of my ass. 

Jasmine rolled me onto my back and then knelt at my side straddling my left leg. Our eyes locked. "Watch and do as I do," she whispered in a husky voice. Her hands moved first to her breasts and then slid slowly down her abdomen to her mound. I mimicked her actions. She spread her pussy lips. I spread mine. Jasmine lowered herself and her clit pressed against mine. Instantly, I felt several strong muscle spasms, which ripped through my body and electrified my mind. The contractions were so strong they hurt but they felt so damn good at the same time. The orgasm was incredible. I had ached to cum like this.

I pressed my shoulders into the mattress and arched my back. She remained upright on the bed. We thrust our pussies against each other. Our clits rubbed together, our juices mixed, and I watched in awe as she pressed harder and harder into my pussy. Writhing, moaning, kissing and touching we smothered one another with passion. This was the first time I had ever been one on one with a woman. My dream had come true and it was better than I had imagined. It was overwhelming. I had fantasized about a moment like this many times before and have thought about it many times since, but never have I had sex with anyone in such an intense way. 




Vicki's Viewpoint Ch. 03



Over the next few hours, we would switch position many times. At times, Ron was on the bed between us, while we tended to his genitals. At other times Jasmine was between Ron and I while we made her moan and cry. However, the best of times seemed to be when the two of them plied my body with kisses and loving touches.

It was just after 3 AM when the hotel doorman held open the cab door for me. As I slipped into the back seat he asked "... And how are we tonight Ma'am?"

"Deliriously happy, thank you. Yes deliriously happy!" The door closed and the cab pulled away. I sat in the back seat in a state of ecstasy. As the streetlights flashed faded into the darkness of the countryside I realized I was one of the luckiest people on the earth. I get to make people happy. I get to have my fantasies fulfilled and I receive rich compensation for doing both. While some may think that being an escort may get boring, it is nights like the on spent with Jasmine and Ron, which for me keep the business vibrant and alive.



Vicki's Viewpoint Ch. 04



The automotive aisle in Wal-Mart is the ideal place to shop for men. A sundress or jeans and a sweater accompanied with a frustrated look and you have a man magnet. This Thursday afternoon was no exception. I crouched on my heels before bulb display trying to find a replacement for my burned out interior dome light. I had narrowed the choice down to three bulbs with the aid of the burned out bulb in my hand, but now I did not know which one to chose. The fact that my halter-top spaghetti strap would not stay on my shoulder complicated things.

"Hard to know which one to choose, isn't it." Came a friendly voice from the presence beside me. "Can I offer you some help?" 

I turned to the sound of the voice to find a ruggedly handsome man in his late forties with a strangely familiar face. "I don't how to decide which one is the correct bulb. Do you know which one matches my old one?" I said holding out the burned out bulb. "I suppose I could buy all three. They are each less than $2.00 each." He glanced down, but his eyes were not totally focused on the bulbs. The focal point of his gaze was my cleavage. I raised my hand with old bulb higher. This exposed even more of my breasts to his view. 

"May I look?" he asked with a smile in his voice. His fingers brushed my palm as he picked up the bulb. He carefully examined its metallic end. "You need this one," he announced bending forward and picking a package from the rack. He placed the old bulb and the new package back in my hand, and then gently grasped my wrist and helped me to my feet. Then for the first time, he looked me straight in the eye and inquired. "You're Bobbi, aren't you?" I was startled. No one had referred to me by that name since I left my husband over ten years ago. 

He saw the shock in my eyes and continued. "I'm Ted, Teddy. It's been a long time. You haven't changed a bit." I blushed at his flattery. Recognition slowly came to me, before me stood my ex-brother. A few awkward moments followed, however, he eased the tension situation by inviting me to join him for coffee. 

We touched on all the usual pleasantries as we walked to the restaurant and purchased our coffee. Once seated in the booth, Ted gently reached out and touched my hand. "My brother was a complete asshole to treat you the way he did, Bobbi. I never understood why he did it."

I paused, removed my hand from his, and took a deep sip of my black coffee. I pursed my lip and softly replied. "I go by Vicki, now. I have tried to start anew and to forgive and forget. It's been hard."

"Good for you. I'm glad you are not stuck in the past." He paused as if he was wondering how to say what was on his mind. Then the words awkwardly left his lips. "...You know, Bobbi, sorry I mean Vicki" He laughed nervously and continued, "I always had a crush on you." This statement seemed to explode all boundaries and we talked freely and opening about our lives for the next twenty minutes. Finally, with the coffee cups empty and my bladder straining, I announced that I had to go. As I rose to leave, Ted grasped my arm and asked, "How do I get in touch with you?" I rummaged in my purse and handed him one of my cards. "Vicki's Trulytaylored Enterprises...Occasion and Event Planning," he read aloud. "That sounds interesting."

I did not respond to his last statement. Instead, I replied with a provocative pout, "Well don't be a stranger," brushed my hand over his shoulder and walked away towards the washroom. 

The checkout counter brought another surprise. The cashier turned out to be an old acquaintance. We talked briefly and then she whispered, "Are you still in the business?" I nodded my reply. "Me too," she confided with a smile. "My break is in twenty minutes. Could we meet at the Starbuck's in the mall?" The last thing I needed was another coffee, but I agreed.

Laney was a petite blonde in her early thirties. We had met a few years before when she had worked in a massage parlor I managed. Now she was married with two kids. Her husband, a carpenter, had recently been hurt on the job and had been off work for the past six months. As money became tight, she danced and stripped at bachelor stags to supplement their income. However, clients often requested extras. She needed someone to provide those services and asked if I would be interested. I gave her my card, recorded her number, and left without finishing my coffee. I had always worked alone, but I did not immediately dismiss the idea of working with Laney. Instead, I just filed it away in my mind as headed for the washroom reminding myself that I should not drink two larges coffees within an hour any time soon.

The nature of my business means that often there are business lulls. That was the case after my shopping spree at Wal-Mart. For the next three days, the phone did not ring with client calls nor were there requests on my webpage. I took advantage of the quiet period to catch up on my reading and journal writing. It was now late Saturday morning. I sat on my chaise lounge soaking up the sunshine and enjoying a breakfast of Melba toast, cheese, fruit, and coffee. Then phone rang. I glanced at the screen of my cell phone as it lay on the table beside me. It was not a number I recognized. More out of boredom than anything else, I answered.

"Hello, Vicki. This is Ted..." I was surprised, to hear his voice. Nevertheless, I was even more stunned to hear what he had to say. "Look Vickie, I just dropped my wife and the girls off at the mall. They told me to entertain myself for the next three hours. I wondered if I could drop by and spend some time with you?"

Thirty minutes later Ted and I were enjoying glasses of Shiraz on my deck. Mundane conversation soon found its way to sex. Ted revealed that although he loved his wife and two girls, home life had become a bit boring. He owned a string of picture framing shops and traveled regularly about the state. In each of the three cities where he had stores, he also found a little bit of extra entertainment. "You know Vicki, I visited your website last night. I liked what I saw. Who is your designer?" As he leaned against the veranda railing, just a few feet from my chair, his eyes followed the outline of my body beneath my halter-top sundress. The thin, pink, floral material clung to my breasts and my nipples hardened under his gaze. I slowly slide the heel of my right foot up the lounger mattress. I watched his body shift ever so slightly so that he could get a better view of my inner thigh and I laughed to myself. I knew he was interested in more than a glass of wine and conversation about my website designer.

"So now you have decided to investigate the accuracy of my website," I teased.

"When you were with my brother," Ted continued awkwardly, "it was all I could do to keep my hands off of you and now..." He did not finish his sentence instead; he bent over and kissed me. It was a warm and passionate kiss. I allowed his tongue to trace over my lips and then I opened my mouth and our tongues intertwined. His hands soon began to roam over my breasts. His fingers found my nipples and they responded his touch. I could feel my excitement rising. Fortunately, my common sense overrode my libido. "Whoa there Teddy boy," I pushed him back and chided. "Slow down, you know what I do. As much as I enjoy swapping old memories and a bit of tongue with you, I don't..."

Ted interjected, "Vicki, I know you are a business woman and I want to make you a business proposition." 

Conflict and confusion seized my mind. My stomach knotted. Within me rose the conflict between my past and the present. I did not know how to react. I felt strangely exposed and vulnerable. In front of the world, in the open air of my porch, my ex-brother was offering to pay me for sex. Panic filled me. I jumped up from my lounger and fled into the kitchen. I took refuge before the coffee maker. With shaking hands, I retrieved my dirty mug from the sink and poured myself the last of the coffee.

I heard Ted approach the counter. I turned to see him adding to an already significant pile of Franklins and Grants. "As I said before Vickie, I'm not here to relive the past but to make you a business offer." He emphasized his words by pushing the pile of money across the arborite countertop towards me.

I had carefully drawn the shades and we now stood at the end of the bed in the subdued light of the bedroom. "You don't mind if I undress you, do you?" I cooed. Ted did not say a thing; he just smiled as I nuzzled his neck, nibbled at his ear, and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. I kissed his exposed chest and sucked his nipples as I started to undo his pants. Soon he stood before me naked except for his underwear. I rubbed his stomach and watched the bulge grow in his jockey shorts. My fingers slipped under the elastic around the leg holes and began to rub the base of his cock. Ted gasped and shook when my thumbs manipulated his balls. The wet spot grew at the end of the bulge in the cotton material. 

I could feel my excitement and anticipation was growing too as I whipped his jockey shorts down to his knees. His cock sprang to attention and begged for a good sucking. I could not resist. His precum had a salty-almond taste and his dick felt fantastic as it rubbed against the roof of my mouth. I sucked harder. I felt him tense and I tried to draw back. However, Ted's hands clasped the back of my head as he forcibly ground his pelvis against my nose. I felt his cum splash against the back of my throat. I tried to relax so I would not gag and swallowed as quickly as I could. 

I felt the tension subside within his body and with shaky movements he withdrew from my mouth. I continued to stroke his cock while in a panting voice he said, "Oh God, Vicki, that was incredible...I just could not stop. Now, I..."

My right hand rubbed and squeezed his still hard cock while the fingers of my left hand dabbed at a dribble of cum at the side of my mouth. I looked up at him, licked the tips of my fingers, and said with a giggle. "Don't worry honey, nobody lasts long with me." 

My tongue circled his purple glans and teased his penile opening. All the while, I continued to rub his cock to keep him hard. I glanced at the top of my chest of drawers and I knew what I had to do. "Hand me that hair elastic on the top of the dresser, will you Hon?" A few quick twists, tightly secured the hair elastic around the base of his cock. "Now sweetie, get rid of the underwear, and lie back on the bed and enjoy the show." His underwear quickly joined the pile of clothes at the foot of the dresser and he lay back on the bed. 

However, it was all I could do not to laugh aloud when I glanced at his dick standing at attention in the center of the frilly, bright pink hair elastic. I bit my lip and began a sensual striptease. My nipples hardened and tingled as I rubbed my hands over the thin cotton material of my sundress halter-top. Ted's eyes focused intently on my breasts as reached behind my neck and undid the ties. He reached out for me but I eluded his grasp. With a seductive wiggled of my hips the dress slipped to the floor. Then I stepped towards the bed, turned, and bent over as I removed my last vestige of clothing; my lacey, white thong. Ted let out an audible moan of excitement and firmly grabbed my ass and hips. As I straighten up, the fingers of his right hand found my pussy. When his fingers brushed against my clit, an electric excitement and a chilling awareness simultaneously flashed through my brain. For a moment, I froze in the realization that I was about to have sex with my ex-brother for money. Could I do it? His fingers made the decision for me. They slid inside me and I yielded to primal pleasure.

His condom tipped penis slipped easily into my pussy, eased by a large dollop of gel. I love the cowgirl position. It gives me control and I was determined to ride Ted to my ultimate satisfaction. Each time I pushed down against his pelvis, I felt his cock rub against the folds at the front of my vagina. It felt fantastic. I continued to grind. Each time I pushed down, the doubling of the hair elastic wrapped around his cock, rubbed against my clit. The sensations of the added contact really turned me on. Soon, all I could do is pant. Ted seemed to be enjoying himself too. He arched his back and thrusted against me. His mouth was agape and his eyes closed tight. Ted's movements quickened and soon were in time with mine. I felt the muscles in my abdomen tighten and my organism enveloped my consciousness as I felt him tense and writhe beneath me.

Ted's silver Jaguar convertible disappeared down the driveway taking him back to the mall and his wife and daughters. The coffee can was icy against my hands and stomach as I removed the lid and quickly stuffed the wad of bills inside. I clutched the can against my chest and the cold burned through the thin material of my floral robe. The chill brought the events of the morning a stark focus. I had become a true professional. I had been able to divorce my personal feelings from the business side of sex. As I returned the can to its place in the freezer, I realized that this was a turning point in my career.

Almost daily, I scan the websites of other girls in the business to see how they present themselves to the world. Many sites include the words, "...outcalls to major hotels only..." There seems to a prejudice, amongst many escorts, that the men they may see in a hotel will treat them better than the men they may meet at a motel will. Knock on a hotel room door and a man in a business suit will likely answer. Does that make him any cleaner or more respectful than the man in blue jeans and a T-shirt who answers the motel door? A Brooks Brothers' suit and a silk shirt do not make the man. When it comes down to it, a man can be kind, gentle, and polite in a suit or sweats, just as a man can be abusive in a suit or sweats. So if it is not an issue of "presentation is everything," I suppose some escorts may feel safer in a hotel. Nevertheless, is it the location or the man, which makes for a safe encounter?

I feel safer doing my business in a motel. I feel that all too often the staff an "upscale major hotel" will not present themselves as the considerate and caring group portrayed in the movie "A Lady in Red." If a date went bad in their hotel, would they comfort me and sit with me until the police arrive? Not likely, most likely they would want to whisk me out the door to the payphone or cabstand across the street. 

Therefore, when I received a website request to organize a bachelor stag at "The Grand Hotel," I replied that I would only be interested if the event was held at the Richelieu Inn. This was a small, family owned motel adjacent to a shopping center on the outskirts of the city, not far from where I lived. Steve, the gentleman who inquired, reluctantly agreed and I began the planning for the event.

I contacted Laney and asked if she was interested. She liked the sound of the money and snickered when I told her the date. It was for the Thursday night before Good Friday. The wedding was Saturday, supposedly so the groom would also remember his anniversary date. Apparently, no one had had the heart to tell him that the Easter weekend date varied from year to year.

The negotiations with Steve proceeded well. He liked the cheap price of the room, compared to The Grand, but initially balked at the $500 credit card security deposit requested by the motel. I explained to him that parties could get wild, but as long as he and his friends were respectful and responsible, his credit card imprint would be returned to him without a charge.

Laney and I arrived at the motel an hour before the party was to begin. I checked in with Roger the night manager. Steve had paid cash for the room and a credit card imprint covered the damage deposit. The room was a two-bedroom suite in a private area at the back of the motel overlooking the adjacent mall parking lot. I regularly used the room. It was cozy, comfortable, and discrete. While the rest of the motel had been recently renovated, the suite remained a reflection of the seventies. The kitchen area, complete with table, was to the right as you entered the room. A sitting area with a chesterfield and matching armchairs was to the left along with a coffee table and television. Two bedrooms separated by a nicely appointed bathroom were at the back of the suite. I always felt safe here.

Laney placed her oversized purse on the top of the refrigerator and then proceeded to load its shelves with beer. I set out the chips, dip, and peanuts on the coffee and kitchen tables. Laney turned on the oven and together we prepared the hot o'dourves. We worked well as a team. By 7:30, everything was ready. The portable CD player was loaded with Laney's music and porn movies played on the TV. Laney was changing in one of the bedrooms when there was a knock at the door. I was about to get my first surprise of the evening.

At the door were five men, not the four agreed to in our conversations. They had obviously been drinking. A tall, well-built man in his late thirties stepped forward. He was well dressed in a pair of dark blue slacks, complimentary blue silk short-sleeved shirt, and Gucci loafers. "Vicki, I'm Steve. I know I said that there would be only four of us, but Jimmy wanted to come along too. I hope that is OK" There was no plea in his voice. He was obviously a man used to getting his own way. "I've included an extra $200. What do you say?" He thrust a thick manila envelope into my hand and pushed past me. 

I glanced into the envelope and shrugged. "What the hell," I thought to myself as the others entered the room. They all looked like clean, respectable guys. I secured the money in the freezer and checked on the o'dourves while Laney made everyone comfortable around the coffee table and served the beer.

Edward, the young groom-to-be, sat in the armchair facing the TV mesmerized by the scene on the screen. Two women were eating each other out. By the expression on his face, it was clear that he had never seen anything like that before tonight. In fact, he looked almost virginal dressed in beige cargo shorts, sandals, and an off-white Big Dog shirt. He looked as innocent as the polo shirt logo. I brought in the hot snacks and turned on CD player. Laney began to move provocatively to the music. She was dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform. However, with her blouse tied to reveal her ample bosom and her super short plaid skirt, she looked anything but a na•ve teenager!

While all eyes were on Laney, I returned to the kitchen, prepared another bowl, and added it to the tray. When I entered the living room area, Laney stepped back, but continued to move to the music. I stood provocatively before Edward. The way I held the tray and the silky material of the cocktail dress emphasized by breasts. Edward's eyes focused on my cleavage. "Gentleman," I announced, "Each bowl on this tray, contains the keys to your enjoyment tonight: flavored condoms." I bent forward presenting the tray to Edward and said in a husky voice, "Since you are the special man tonight, you get to choose first. There is Strawberry, Vanilla, Banana, Spearmint, and Wild Cherry. What would flavor would you like?"

Edward blushed and sputtered, "I'll take Wild Cherry." Everyone laughed. I quickly handed out the rest of the bowls and outlined the rules of the evening. Each bowl contained two condoms allowing for two releases. I reminded all present that there was to be no ass play and that safety and respect were the key ingredients to everyone's pleasure. 

With the rules out of the way, I turned back to Edward who seemed to have shrunk into his chair. I reached out and touched his face. "However, for you sweetie there is something special." With that, I bent forward. My deeply V'ed black cocktail dress gapped and revealed almost all of my breasts to his gaze. "Reach in honey, you will find a surprise." His eyes were as big as saucers, as his trembling fingers tentatively searched between my breasts to find the waiting offering. His hot skin felt good against mine. I could feel my nipples begin to react to the touch of his hand against my breasts. Edward pulled out a plain condom. "That's your extra surprise," I cooed as I bent closer to him and brushed my lips over his ear and his cheek. I could feel his breath against my breasts as I explained to him that he could use the special condom for himself or he could offer it to one of his friends. 




Vicki's Viewpoint Ch. 04



"You up for that Eddie," came the challenge from the chair by the TV set.

"Look at that ass!" exclaimed another seated on the chesterfield. I reacted to the comment by wiggling my butt and allowing the black, silky material of my short dress to ride a little further up my thighs. A set of fingers began to trace a pattern on my thigh just below my buttock. I batted hand away and stood up quickly adopting a pose of mock indignation. The redhead in the jeans and the Harley T-shit standing next to the arm of Edward's chair laughed heartedly. 

"Well Eddie, are you ready to be first?" I asked in a saucy tone. He blushed and trembled.

A self-conscious, naked man in his early twenties stood before me. His blue eyes focused on my naked and protruding breasts. His excitement begged to be touched and sucked. I knelt before him and slipped on the pink condom. He let out an audible gasp and his cock twitched as I slowly slipped my lips over its head. The flavor of wild cherry flooded my mouth and I sucked hard. My fingers teased his balls. Eddie did not last long.

The scene that awaited me in the living room when I returned was amazing. Laney had discarded her school uniform and was now only dressed in a lacey G-string and tall fuck-me cork soled sandals. The men stood, dressed only in their T-shits, and socks, in a half-circle before her. Several stroked their cocks. Laney encouraged their actions by gyrating wildly to the music as she worked a large pink dildo back and forth over her breasts and pussy. I stood silently in the background dressed only in see-through black panties and black high-heeled shoes. I enjoyed watching her. Inadvertently, I began to move to the music. I was drawn towards her. As I approached, she turned and hollered, "Well boys are you all primed for a circle suck?" Commotion erupted and each man reached for his condom bowl and struggled to put them on. 

I ended up kneeling before Steve's banana flavored dick. My hands stroked spearmint and strawberry. Laney stood at the side of the circle stroking the vanilla covered redhead while offering verbal encouragement. My mouth bobbed up and down on Steve's cock. Then I worked my tongue against the opening of Steve's urethra and back and forth across his cock tip. I sucked hard. He tensed and quickly came. His groans and gasps soon encouraged the others to follow his example. 

After the circle show, the evening proceeded relatively uneventfully. The men, except for Steve were content to drink beer and munch on the appetizers. They grouped before the TV, the porno movie replaced by college basketball. Steve, dressed only in his underwear and socks, sat sullenly at the kitchen table nursing a beer and devouring a bowl of peanuts.

Edward remained in the shadows of the bedroom, preferring to observe the events from the doorway. I grabbed two beers from the refrigerator and headed towards the bedroom while Laney tried to entertain Steve with a sultry lap dance. I laughed to myself as I watched while Laney fended off his groping touches. 

Edward and I sat on the bed drinking our beers. I rubbed my fingers along his legs and then kissed him several times. As my nails teased his cock, our tongues intertwined. I could feel renewed excitement building in his body. 

This scene took me back to my high school days and the basement of my parents home. Late at night, when my mother and father were safely asleep in their second storey bedroom, I would sneak the boyfriend of the week into my bedroom through the patio basement door. There we would lounge on my bed, drink wine or beer, and I would suck their cocks. 

Edward's body trembled as my fingers circled his cock and he took another gulp of courage before placing the bottle on the nightstand and lying back on the bed. The challenge seemed to be how long could I make him last. After all, the wetness, which now resided between my legs, indicated that I needed some release too.

A glance at the nightstand revealed that his second Wild Cherry condom was near the sweating beer bottle. I continued my stroking as I reached for the package. With the aid of my teeth, I ripped open the package, slipped the flavored latex into my mouth, and then leaned forward. Edward's eyes were wide with surprise and excitement when I used my mouth to unroll the condom over his hard dick.

"Holy fuck!" squealed Eddie. "That feels fucking fantastic! Lady, you got to teach my Beli..." He stopped mid word, fearful that what we were doing would sully her verbal presence. "You must teach...her how to do that," he mumbled between breaths. "That's the greatest...Oh shit..." His body tensed. I squeezed the base of his cock with one hand, whipped off my panties with the other, and squatted over his turgid member. 

I felt the warmth of his cock head brush against my clit and begin to push past my pussy lips. I felt the heat beginning to build in my pussy. The muscles of my abdomen began to contract. Electric flashes exploded through the blackness of passion, which flooded over my consciousness. My urgency was growing. Pushing down hard, I ground my pussy against the base of his cock. His body immediately went rigid, convulsed, and then went limp. I ground harder, but felt him beginning to soften inside me. 

Edward read my dissatisfaction on my face. He bit his lip and was about to speak. I leaned forward and silenced him with a finger against his lips. I kissed his forehead and whispered, "Don't worry, sweetie. It will come. It will be different with your wife. Just remember, if you ever want some help or practice, you can give me a call." With that said, I kissed him again on the cheek and rubbed my hand over his chest as I climbed off the bed and headed towards the door.

In hindsight, I should have dressed, but my horniness and disappointment clouded my judgment and I walked into the main room naked. Most of the men gathered around the TV watching the final minutes of the basketball game. The exception was Steve, who stood sullenly to the side taking long swigs from his beer. The two empty beer cans littered the floor by his feet. I walked towards Laney, who stood in the kitchen area. She greeted me with a friendly hug. Her breasts felt good against me. My arm slipped around her shoulder. For a brief second, I reveled in her body heat. Then Steve's boorish voice interrupted the fleeting sensual moment.

"Hey, guys! Look at the love birds in the kitchen." Unexpectedly all eyes were upon us. I tensed and started to draw away. However, Laney, who was used to being on stage, drew me closer and began to rub her hands over my back and belly. Instinctively, I writhed to her touch. The basketball game ceased to be the center of attention. Even Edward, who now stood in the bedroom door, joined the others and focused his gaze on us.

Suddenly Laney stopped and drew away from me. "Like the show, boys?" she inquired seductively. Voices of satisfaction and encouragement echoed from all sides of the room. "Well that show is not part of the deal. If you want to see us together, that will cost you more." 

The mood of the room quickly changed. My stomach knotted with apprehension. However, the tickling sensations of Laney's fingers as they traced patterns over my buttocks and down my ass crack quickly turned my anxiety in another direction. As saw the pile of bills grow amongst the empty beer cans on the coffee table, my trepidation about performing a public lesbian scene grew.

Laney's fingers danced over my breasts and her lips teased my nipples. As she slipped to her knees, the touch and heat of her tongue as it mapped out intense patterns over my stomach and thighs further aroused my passions. When I felt her hot breath on the hood of my clit, I abandoned all reservations. I pushed her down onto the carpet and knelt beside her. I began to fondle Laney's breasts and greedily sucked her nipples. She moaned loudly and squirmed. She pushed back against my advances and ran her fingers through my hair and up and down my back. Laney was enjoying this. That turned me on even more. I moved between her spread legs.

My hands roamed over her belly and slipped beneath her G-string. My fingers tentatively explored the folds of her shaved pussy. A warm wetness greeted their search and Laney's writhing and moaning increased. Encouraged, I pulled the G-string to the side, bent forward, and kissed her pouting pink pussy lips. My tongue explored her cleft. She had a tantalizing salty-sweet taste. Laney gasped, twisted onto her side, and lifted her leg. Now she provided me even better access to her clit and pussy. I did not hesitate.

I licked, nibbled, and sucked. She tasted fantastic. Her clit was hot and hard against my tongue. I could hear the men shouting to one another, "...Look at those fucking bitches go...Oh shit I've never seen anything like this...Oh yes, Steve...Fucking go for it..." However, Laney's loud moans and the fact that her thighs were wrapped tightly around my head meant that I could not really make out their conversation. Besides, I was more interested in the tastes and sensations, which awaited me at the end of my tongue. I just reveled in the pleasure, which I was giving Laney. My excitement grew. I arched my back and slipped my fingers between my thighs. Electric shocks radiated throughout my being. I probed deeper with my tongue. Laney convulsed showering my mouth with her delectable nectar. My fingers rubbed against my clit and then slipped dripping vagina. I began to shake and convulse in ecstasy

Suddenly, I felt a violent shove in the middle of my back. My chest was pinned against the floor. It was hard to breathe. Shards of light shattered my brain as I felt a brutal pressure against my anus and then searing pain. I shook and twisted, but I could not escape. Laney screamed and squirmed away. My head slammed violently against the floor. Blackness and stars filled my head. The carpet now burned my face as I struggled to get away from my attacker. The pummeling of my asshole continued and the pain blazed through my being. I screamed. Tears of agony and humiliation rolled down my cheeks. 

Unexpectedly, a baritone bellow of pain drowned out my shrieks. The weight of my tormentor miraculously disappeared. I turned on my elbow in the direction of the roaring. Steve was rolling on his back clutching his genitals. The plain condom wilted between clenched hands. Laney stood over him clutching a can of bear spray. The pepper smell spread throughout the room. "Get this piece of shit out of here! Now!" she screamed at the cowering crowd of semi-naked men that now stood at the edges of the room. Her face was a mass of rage. She stood crouched in the kitchen, her open purse at her feet and it contents strewn across the floor. She swept the can of bear spray back and forth in an arch, which covered the writhing form of Steve and group of cowering men behind him. "Get the fuck out of here!" she screamed again, "Or so help me, I will empty this entire can on you bastards!"

"But we're not dressed," came the whimpered reply from the redhead.

"You gutless pieces of shit! I don't care about your clothes! I mean get the fuck out now!" She emphasized her command with another wave of the bear spray can. Quickly the men gathered up their belongings and dragged a moaning Steve from the room. In their haste to leave, they left a trail of clothes behind them. Laney hobbled towards the door, kicked it shut, and locked it. She stumbled, as she tried to walk across the room and to pick up some of the table money, which now littered the floor. "Assholes, took most of the table money too," she sighed. Then she turned to me and asked, "Are you OK?"

"I've been worse," I replied with a hollow laugh. I sat on the floor clutching my knees, hugging myself, and rocking back and forth. "What happened to your sandal?" I inquired hoping that some attempt at normal conversation would somehow bottle up the pain and mortification that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Broke the heel, when I kicked that Neanderthal in the ass." We both snickered bitterly." I can't get them off because the ankle laces are in knots," she said as she walked awkwardly towards the kitchen to get a knife.

We half-heartedly cleaned up the room and then I sent Laney home. Before I left the motel, I gingerly walked to the manager's office. Roger, the son of the owner was on duty. I explained that I would finish cleaning the room the next day. When I was about to leave, he asked me if I was all right. I burst into tears. As we sat at the kitchen table in the family living quarters behind the office, I told him all the sordid details over a tumbler of whiskey and ice. He was a gracious and empathetic listener and even made sure I got home safely.

I returned the next afternoon to finish cleaning the suite. I did not have much energy and the cleaning proceeded slowly. Late in the afternoon a sound from the doorway, which I had left open to help air out the room, startled me. I was cleaning the bathroom and turned to towards the door. My heart stopped. Silhouetted in the doorway was the shape of a huge male. I froze in fear. 

"Sorry to bother you, Miss Vicki, but I have something for you."

"Oh God, Roger, you gave me such a start. I thought you were one of the guys from last night," I sputtered.

"No, it's just me, but one of them was by this morning to collect the damage deposit. I refused to give it to him. I explained that there was damage to the room and we were keeping the entire deposit. He did not complain too strenuously." I had to smile at his last statement. A former high school star football player and wrestler, Roger stood over 6 feet tall and weighed more than 250 pounds. He was an intimidating specimen. He stepped into the room and handed me a handful of cash. "Mum said we should take a 10% handling fee, but the rest of the damage deposit is yours. She said it was the least we could do for a regular customer."

I ruffled through the wad of bills and handed $50 back to Roger. "Beer money, for a really nice guy," I said softly. My gesture clearly embarrassed him. He showed the bills into the front pocket of his jeans and walked quickly to the door.

There he stopped and turned back to me. "Mum says you should hire me for security for your next party." We both laughed. Then he turned and was gone. 

Whether we a doctor, a lawyer or the Wal-Mart greeter, each of us trades our talents, our favors, or our energies for the almighty dollar. I think that everyone of us just hopes that the exchange involves respect and dignity. If it does not, then we hope that some knight in shining armor will come along and make it right, or at least try to make it as right as possible.

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For the time being, this is the last of the Vicki series. What started out as an answer to a challenge grew quickly into a short series. I hope you enjoyed reading the stories as much as I enjoyed writing them. If you would like the series to continue or you have suggestions for future stories, please contact me. Odlum