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Jason's Hooker

By: Rabbitrunner91



I'd been working with this technology firm about 6 months after graduating from the university. Traveling from one state to another wasn't my idea of a 'plum' position, but the job certainly paid well. I was currently on a 2 month road trip and since all of the locations were close, the company provided a car. My responsibilities were to provide expert technical support for our company's products and training the customer how to use them. When I'd first applied for this position, it had been my understanding someone else would setup the itinerary for my travels but it didn't work out that way. It was up to me. And one thing I'd learned, my skills were technical, not clerical. I hated making appointments and doing correspondence, it was a drag. Staff at the home office knew I hated calling customers to setup meetings. Writing letters and doing scheduling was absolutely the last thing I wanted to do. A couple of times I had procrastinated and my calendar was messed up; I'd missed out on an important appointment. Anyway, I was headed to the next stop and had been driving for more than 6 hours. The hour was late so I grabbed a quick bite from a fast food place before checking into a motel room. I took a shower and prepared to turn in after checking my email. 

A knock on the door got me to wonder what the motel wanted to talk to me about. Mentally, while walking to the door, I went over the registration process, but couldn't remember any irregularities. I opened the door and stood looking at a girl who was skinny, dirty and very cold. She had a large bruise on her left cheek; hair was bleached blonde, very dirty and unkempt. She had long boney legs and knobby knees making her seem out of proportion. She was not ugly, just not very pretty.

"Can I come in?" she asked.

She was a hooker. I looked her over noticing the skimpy outfit showing lots of cleavage.

"Not tonight, honey."

"But your boss asked me to come by?"

That was a lie and my expression told, I knew she wasn't telling the truth.

"Can't you come up with a better line than that? My boss is a woman who doesn't like call-girls."

"Could I come in anyway?" She pleaded, shivering so hard her whole body shook.

I wasn't in the mood and said "No" closing the door. She was quick, had her shoe firmly wedged, holding it open and I saw abject fear in her eyes. She was terrified.

"He'll beat me."

I assumed she was talking about her pimp and right then I could care less.

"Lady, I'll beat you if that shoe isn't removed from the door. So go hawk your body elsewhere."

"Please let me in." she pleaded in desperation.

"And if I let you in I'll have to pay."

"Please let me in!" she cried, almost in tears.

We stood looking at each other, her chin quivering rapidly, her arms wrapped around herself trying to stay warm, and I couldn't give a damn about her. Still, she was determined to get inside at any cost.

I wanted nothing to do with this woman, and she could go 'jump in the river' for all I cared. My intent was to open the door slightly, forcefully remove her foot and slam it shut again. Instead she quietly pleaded, "Please help me?" as the door was moving open. My actions were stopped in mid-motion and I was looking into her eyes; reminding me of Glenda. 

Years ago, back home, my sister and I were playing in the hay loft and as siblings sometimes do, we got into a pushing match. Being older and bigger, the advantage was mine. Giving her a shove, she stepped backwards, slipped and fell over the edge of the mow. Her hands grasped a loose board and she hung from a 20 foot drop, her brown eyes were wide in fear and she pleaded softly, "Please help me." I pulled her to safety that day, but it was the quiet 'look' of desperation which I remember most. 

This girl standing in the doorway to my motel room, had the same pleading look as Glenda. The door, almost on its own, continued to swing open, inviting her in. Her quick reflexes took the advantage and she stepped inside, closing the door behind her. Immediately she was back into character. 

"What do you want to do tonight? I'm capable of most anything, perhaps we could spend the whole night together." She spoke seductively.

"Ma'am, I'm not interested in spending the night with you. I would really like you to leave now."

Not taking my hint, she rattled off a smaller rate, hoping to get some business from me. She stood by the door looking around, looking frightened and very unsure of herself. This girl was playing the character and trying to act like a tough street wise woman, regardless, I continued to see Glenda's plea in her eyes. Fear, uncertainty, and insecurity were evident, and whether she knew it or not, I saw in her face a request for help; she didn't want to be here, she didn't want to be a hooker, but she had no other options.

Because of the 'Glenda look' I was going to offer her another option, but first she needed to think there was no other chance. "Strip." I ordered as I walked away.

She turned around with her back to me as she removed her clothes. This was certainly not in character of a prostitute. Her clothes came off quickly enough and she slowly turned around while working hard to not hide herself. She was still shaking from the cold, plus she was quite dirty.

"Go take a hot shower!"

Looking around uncertainly she went to the bathroom and started the shower. Closing the shower curtain she began to wash.

I sat on the counter in the bathroom. "What's your name?"

"Melanie."

"Where are you from?"

"Around here" she lied.

"What do you want to do tonight?"

"I want you to fuck me" she lied again. She was offering herself, but didn't really want to do it.

Turning off the water she pulled the curtain back, dripping wet. Her hair was a mess, she still looked dirty and her shivering hadn't stopped.

"Melanie, take another shower. Clean up good, wash your hair, and get warm. Then dry off and come out to the other room."

I left her there and went to rest on the bed. This wasn't good. I was tired and certainly didn't want this girl. What was I even thinking?

Finishing up, she came out with a towel around her and using another one to dry her hair. I motioned for her to come to the bed. She lay down, opened the towel, spread her legs and waited. I just looked at her and shook my head.

"You don't like … want to fuck me?" She asked.

I looked her over and saw all the bruises. They were on her arms, legs, back and then that big one on her face.

"Melanie, I don't want to use you tonight. Maybe you should just leave."

The fear returned to her eyes, "He'll beat me if I don't bring any money"

I knew right then I needed some answers fast. While sitting I pulled back the covers and motioned for her to get under. She slid in, watching me and wondering what I would be doing. I simply observed her.

"Melanie, I am going to ask some questions and here are the rules. 1) You have to answer all questions completely. 2) You have to tell the truth, no lying. Okay?"

She shook her head 'yes'.

One more thing, if I even THINK that you're lying, you'll immediately leave this room and I will lock the door behind you. If you lie or don't give a complete answer, you'll be left on your own and with whatever you are afraid of. Do you agree? If not, you can leave"

She looked at the door, and then looked at me. Again she looked at the door and back to me. I simply waited until she shook her head 'yes'.

"What is your name?"

"Melanie."

I waited.

"Melanie Jenkins."

I again waited.

"Melanie Samantha Jenkins."

"Okay, now you understand, I want complete answers. How old are you?

"18 years."

"Are you doing drugs?" I didn't see any indications but asked anyway.

"No way" she looked shocked at the idea. I believed her.

"Where did you grow up?"

"KC, Kansas City"

"Who's waiting for you outside?"

The fear returned to her face and eyes. She looked at the door, then at me and I waited.

"Louis"

I waited.

"Look I don't know his last name. He didn't tell me." She screamed. "I DON'T KNOW."

The fear remained in her eyes, fearing I'd put her out the door.

My questions continued and I learned she was expected to perform sexual acts with any customers she could get. She was to turn all money over to Louis. If it wasn't what he was expecting or not as much as he wanted, he'd beat her. That is probably where those bruises on her face and body came from, although she didn't say that. 

She'd been with Louis about 4 weeks and before that, she was a run-away going from place to place. She'd slept in parks and it was there, Louis found her. He had tricked her into this life of prostitution. She'd been turning tricks with travelers and handing the money over to him. In my own thinking if she didn't get out of his control now, she'd soon become a junkie. I wanted to try to sleep on my idea, before telling her.

"You'll be spending the night here, so get some sleep."

She just rolled over and was asleep within a few minutes. She was exhausted. I spent the next hour thinking through a plan to get her away. She'd need to make some choices. What I didn't know was whether I could trust her but I'd have to find out.

When I woke the next morning, she'd already used the bathroom, the shower, and had dressed. Her 'acting face' was back on and she pretended she was a prostitute again. "I want my money so I can go."

"In a minute. I have an offer, you get to decide. I'll give you a chance to get away from Louis if you'll come with me"

"Yeah right. I become your sex toy instead of his."

"No. Here is the deal. You come with me today and I'll arrange it so you get away from him. I'll get you something to eat and some other clothes. OR you can leave right now without your pay and go back to him?"

That same fear sprang back into her eyes. She was deathly afraid of him.

"Yeah and what happens after today?"

"You'll then get a second choice. 1) I'll drop you anywhere along my route to the next job, plus I'll pay you for your time last night. You'd be free and on your own again. OR 2) you can travel with me and become a secretary."

"You gonna pay me for being your secretary or do I just become your sex kitten and cuddle up with you at nights?"

"If you learn the job properly, I'll pay you. However, at any point you can leave, if you want, no questions asked. To get paid, you have to learn the position and do the work. During the training period I'll give you food, a bed to sleep in and clothes to wear. But," and I emphasize this, "I expect you to learn the work, not just come along for the ride."

"And if I want to leave, I walk away?"

"That's right. I'd prefer you tell me before you leave, but you can walk away, not saying anything."

"Then I choose the secretary bit. How do I get away?"

I told her and she stood back, waiting. I packed my suitcase, shaving kit, checked the room again and then we went to the car. As we climbed in I observed someone at the far end of the parking lot, intently watching. I ignored him, drove to the motel office to pay, and getting out I see this man walking towards us. Suspecting that this was Louis, I instructed Melanie to not unlock the door for anyone. Leaving her alone, I went inside.

Coming back, this guy was pounding on the window and yelling at Melanie to open the door; which she refused. While he was focused on Melanie, I quickly unlocked my door, slid in and locked it again. As I drove away, he was yelling, "She's mine. You better bring her back. I'll get you for this!" Melanie had her feet pulled up on the seat with her face and hands on her knees in a defensive posture.

The car moves into traffic, I see Melanie shaking with fear, turn to watch Louis grow smaller with distance, running in and out of traffic; then disappearing behind a line of cars. I drove for another 30 minutes and stopped to get some fast food. Inside we ordered breakfast. When we sat down she gobbled down her portion within two minutes; she was starving. I slid my food across to her and indicated for her to eat, which she did. 

"Do you want more?"

"Um hum." mumbling with her mouth full.

At the counter I placed an identical order and returning to the table she'd finished the original order and started on the new one. She ate more slowly and gave me a chance to eat my breakfast. "Do you believe Louis'll come after you?"

"If he knows where to find me. He does have your license number and will get your name from the motel manager." she replied. "But you can take me far away, won't you?"

"Yes, I will."

"What's your name?"

"Jason"

She looked at me, waiting.

I grinned, "Jason Robert Pollard."

"What's a secretary do?"

I explained a few of the responsibilities, to keep a list of contacts, a schedule of appointments, make phone calls, write letters, and things like that.

"I dunna know how to do any of that."

"If you're willing to learn, I'll teach you. Something else, use proper English. When you speak, don't use slang. Can you try to do that?"

"How do I do that?"

"Listen to the words that I speak or the words of the folks I talk to."

"Are you gonna try to fuck me?"

I just shook my head. "Melanie, no I won't. So how would you say that same sentence in a better way?"

"I dunno?"

I waited and she thought.

"I guess 'Are you wanting to have sex with me?'. Is that better?"

"That is much better. Think of your words before you speak. You need to speak correctly. Enough of that. Are you finished eating?"

She nodded.

We left that place and I took her to one of those places that sells donated clothing. I told her to pick out anything she wanted as long as it was not revealing. She looked around and came back with a blouse and pair of slacks.

"You want only one change of clothes? Go look for a change for every day of the week, a couple of sweaters, coat, and some shoes. Some of the items can be casual but find some nice dress up items too."

Her eyes opened wide and she returned to the racks to add to her selections. The stack of items grew quickly and when she'd finished, I paid at the checkout. Melanie requested and received permission to change into one of the new outfits. Her whole appearance altered upon her exit from the dressing room, she looked different, but more importantly, she acted different. 

A complete makeover was next; her hair was cut to shoulder length, dyed to its natural color, and then styled. When makeup was applied, she was looking like a young woman instead of someone who turns tricks.

By now it was almost noon. I took her to a restaurant and we ate lunch; again she ate a lot. Although she didn't complain about being hungry, she was famished. After lunch we headed for the open road. "Where are we going?" she asked.

"To my next appointment. I have to be there by tomorrow morning."

It took over 4 hours to reach our destination and she chatted about many things while I drove. She liked the clothes I got her, and she'd never had so many things. Even as a child she was limited with clothes. She talked about her home as a child and some of her early friends. She avoided mentioning her teen years. I would learn later that living with her mom and the men she brought home was hard on her. That's why she'd run away.

We reached the town and I took us to a very nice restaurant for supper. I don't think she had been in one and she kept watching the people and looking at the decorations. She ate a lot but not nearly as voraciously as before.

Checking into a motel later caused her to doubt what I had told her earlier. "Is this when you're gonna fu.. er have sex with me?"

"Melanie, I told you before, No I am not planning to have sex with you. My company only allows me one room at motels. I am not able to rent two. There are two beds, you take one and I'll take the other. Besides, I want to show you my contact list and calendar."

She didn't say anything but watched closely. After getting settled I showed her my laptop with the list of names and schedule. I allowed her to look it over while I took a shower. Afterwards she showered, the bathroom door was closed and propriety maintained. She selected one bed and I took the other. We both turned in and went to sleep.

The next morning was uneventful. We got up, got dressed and had breakfast. My meeting with the client was next and I gave her the option to come along or stay in the motel room. She chose to stay. I knew this would be a chance for her to leave and told her as much. She could leave if she wanted, but I prefer she stayed and anything I had bought for her was hers. She just looked at me, giving no indication what she might decide.

I completed my business in the middle of the afternoon and returning to the room, she was gone the clothes were gone. I was disappointed but it was her option. I lay down for a short nap before going to eat.

When I woke she was sitting on the edge of the bed smiling. I smiled back. "I thought you left?"

"I did, but came back. You've been nice and no one's treated me with kindness. I've been running from things, from people. It would be good not to run. Can I stay?"

"Absolutely"

She hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Thank you"

For two months we traveled, visiting customers as I provided the technical expertise and training for our products. Through my meetings, appointments, and presentations, Melanie quickly picked up on the use of the contact list and how to organize the calendar. She pointed out a conflict which saved me from making a costly blunder and another time she caught a mistake in a client's address. She was sharp and was learning things nicely. 

At the end of this trip, we returned to the home office. She was talkative as we rode in the car, I enjoyed listening as she shared of places she'd visited, things she'd seen, and stuff she'd done. She was sensitive to others and had a heart of gold; she just hadn't been given a chance to develop it. Melanie's mind was sharp and she adsorbed information like a sponge.

We arrived back in town on Tuesday and went straight to my apartment. Settling in, I gave her the bed while I took the couch. Melanie was a nice kid and when I looked into her brown eyes, I'd see Glenda, my younger sister. The following day we went to the office and I introduced her to the staff. One of the gals showed Melanie around and familiarized her with our computer system; at least the parts she'd be working on. 

Another lady spoke from her desk, "It's about time you got a secretary, Jason. Where did you find her?"

Before I could answer, Melanie piped up. "We bumped into each other one evening on the trip. I needed some money, he needed help and since I wasn't tied down, I agreed to travel with him. Jason's been the perfect gentleman."

The office gals knew I hated secretarial duties, so maybe Melanie could set me straight. I left her with them and met with my supervisor.

It was close to 3pm when I finished up and went looking for Melanie. I found her deeply engrossed with a computer program used for our database. The other staff was helping her and she was a quick student. I tapped her on the shoulder. "We need to go to HR to fill out employment forms."

The remainder of the afternoon we worked on paper work, filling in little boxes with her information and signing documents. Upon completion she asked, "Do I work here?"

"Yes"

"And I get a paycheck?"

"Yes"

She just giggled "I've never had a real job before."

We returned to my apartment to clean up for supper. While examining my appointment calendar she reminded me, this Friday was the company's Presidential Banquet, a dress up event. Slowly it dawned on me, now that Melanie was an employee she'd be expected to attend and she didn't have the appropriate attire. "You'll need to get dress. You're invited too." She got excited; she'd never been to a gala event.


Jason's Hooker



We found a department store and looked for a dress. She was all giddy and excited, talking a mile-a-minute. She tried on a couple before deciding on one; I paid, and we stopped for a bite to eat, then returned to the apartment.

I got out my laptop and went over a new rendering of the company's presentation for my next trip. Melanie was doing other things and I wasn't paying attention. I heard her come into the room; my eyes were on the computer screen.

"Jason, am I pretty?"

"Yes" I said without looking up.

"No, do you think I am pretty?"

Still looking at the monitor "Melanie you're very pretty."

There was total silence for a minute, but I still didn't get the hint.

Finally in desperation she stomped her foot. "Jason, look at me. Am I pretty?"

I was bothered at being disturbed, so I glanced up with intentions of resuming my work. Then I did a double-take. Melanie was standing in front of me, dressed in the new gown. Her hair was brushed, pulled back, tied in a bow and she'd applied makeup. The gown had a low front and the bra she was wearing made her breasts stand. I caught my glance moving back to them more than once. The rest of the dress emphasized her nice waist. The bottom of the gown stopped just above her knees, showing off her beautiful legs. She was wearing hose and heels. When I saw her the first time, several weeks ago, she was a skinny kid and underfed. Since then she'd put on some weight and filled out and what I saw now, was an exquisitely beautiful woman. Instinctively I let out a whistle and she blushed, but remained motionless for my examination. I stood, setting the laptop on the table and circled around her. All I said was WOW.

"I want to look nice for Friday night at the banquet."

"Melanie you will be the belle-of-the-ball. You are absolutely beautiful."

She blushed. "Thank you." and she kissed my cheek.

She went to change into something else. My thoughts wouldn't return to work; they were on Melanie and how she was being transformed into a lovely woman. 

That night I almost ruined things between us. I am a normal man with male appetites, including sex. Traveling with Melanie had interrupted my routine for relieving myself manually. That evening I had gone into the bathroom and started stroking. Melanie had walked in and found me with my pants open. I tried to make an excuse but it was obvious what I'd been doing. She simply stood there, and I began to deflate. Embarrassed, I tucked it back into my trousers and zipped back up. She continued to look at me while I just stammered. I really thought I had ruined our relationship. I told her I was sorry and walked back to the main part of our room, sitting on the couch. I placed my head in my hands wishing the whole episode had never happened.

"Jason, what were you doing?"

"I was being dumb" I replied.

She was silent and waited. In our conversations, when one of us waited, the other knew that more information was required.

So I began to share my thoughts. I explained my sexual desires and my normal routine to relieve them, which had been interrupted when she joined me on the trip. I'd taken to self relief and she'd caught me. I hurriedly mentioned I never, ever intended to have any sex with her; it was simply for my own pleasure.

"Jason, do you want my help?"

I looked at her in amazement. What was she thinking? Was I hearing correctly? "What?"

She just moved to me and placed her hand in my lap. When I moved it off, she moved it back and started to unzip me. She reached inside searched for my shaft. This was awkward and I didn't respond, it remained flaccid. Noticing this she pushed me back onto the couch, crawled beside me and kissed me full on the mouth. This produced a stirring in my loins and she was able to grasp my tool. Gently with her hand she moved it outside and began to stroke it slowly. She kissed me again with passion and I responded. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought of doing this with her. She was giving to me freely and not asking anything in return. Her hand continued to stroke and in a couple of minutes I shot my load into the air, landing on her hand and my trousers. She kissed me again before standing up and getting a towel to clean up. Nothing more was said between us that evening. 

The next day we proceeded through our normal routine with no mention of the evening before. But things changed that night, instead of sleeping in the bed, she slipped onto couch with me placing her finger over my mouth to remain silent. She snuggled close and ran her hand down under my shorts and over my shaft. It sprang to attention giving her the ability to work on it. Then she kissed me passionately and I kissed her back.

"Touch me" she said.

Still too shocked I hesitated until she took my hand and placed it over her breast. Massaging gently I fondled it and then played with her nipple. I felt her jump in excitement just as her hand increased its rhythm. Our kissing was more intense and I shot my wad, this was just before her breathing deepened and she shuddered into her orgasm. She had a towel and wiped me off, and then we held each other close; it was like this that we both fell asleep. 

The following day I didn't have any appointments so I made plans to spend the time with Melanie. We went to a mall sitting on a bench, watching the people walk by. She brought up the subject first; I guess I was too embarrassed.

"You know our relationship's changed these past two days. I think we need to talk," she said.

"Melanie, I find it difficult to talk about this. When we first met, I promised myself I wouldn't treat you the way others had. The sexual aspect never entered my mind."

"I believe you. But I want you to know, during the past months I have come to like you. No one's ever treated me like you; like a person, not a thing; I'm important to you. The past two evenings you required relief and it's only natural that I assist you. Please don't feel guilty, because I offered to help."

"And?" I asked.

She wrapped her arm around mine, placed her hand in mine and lay her head on my shoulder. When I looked at her, she turned her head and gazed into my eyes. I disengaged my hand from hers placing my arm around her shoulders and squeezed. She just snuggled closer. Our relationship had changed.

Our working relationship and housing arrangements didn't change, but we drew closer, holding hands, stealing a kiss, and sharing a touch. She dressed up and used makeup more often.

On the night of the President's Banquet I escorted her, and though we never discussed it, this became our first date. And boy did heads turn; I saw several watching her; all eyes were on her. Her face radiated with the attention. A couple months ago she was a hooker, now she the debutant of a corporation banquet. I don't believe she thought this could've happened in her wildest dreams, yet here she was. Before the evening was over, and in front of everyone, she kissed me, "Thank you for this wonderful evening."

What was really fun, a few days later, watching her receive her first paycheck. It was hers and she actually didn't know what to do. She offered it to me and I just shook my head. "It's yours, not mine."

"What do I do? I have never had so much money?" Looking at the numbers on the check, "This is really mine? Really mine?"

We discussed her choices; to cash it, spend it, save it, or invest it. In the end she opted to open a savings account and keep part as cash.

My time at the home office was quickly passing and soon I'd be traveling again. Melanie had become proficient with the database program which kept the company's contacts. What I didn't know, and learned later, she'd been calling customers to schedule appointments; she'd made an impression with her efficiency and my calendar was booked, nearly full. 

Within a week, we were on the road again, traveling together much like before. The one biggest difference, things were going smoother. However, being together with her 24/7, it didn't enter my thinking to take time off with her; I guess I was just dumb. Anyway, the reason I mention this, while riding in the car she asked, "Jason do you like me?"

"Yes, I like you" I looked over at her.

"Why don't you take me to any place special?"

"Like where?"

"Some place away from work, like a park, a movie, dancing."

"What's my schedule like?" I'd have to remember to consider her wants and wishes.

"You have that meeting all day tomorrow; we're free for the next day."

"Okay," I promise. "We'll do something, but let me think." My mind was racing, what could we do? For the remainder of the drive I looked for signs with information of places we could go, things we could do. 

During the business meeting, the next morning, I asked what activities they may recommend. "What about the lake? There's boating, swimming, fishing, camping, and a nice picnic area."

After a few more questions, this would be an excellent place for us to visit. That evening I shared what I'd learned and her eyes lit up. "Really? That sounds like fun. Let's go." We finalized plans and went to bed to get an early start the next day.

The day dawned bright and we headed to the dock, renting a boat for the entire day. We chose a small canoe and placing our items in the boat, headed out. I had a small map of the lake area which listed the places we could visit; the opposite bank was our first stop where we'd go hiking. After anchoring the canoe we grabbed our packs and headed up the trail. Neither of us had done much hiking but we had fun. During this outing we took our time, observing the natural beauty beside the path. The hiking trail was in a rough circle, going into the woods, back along the shoreline, up the rock ridge and back through the woods again, ending where we had left the canoe about 3 hours earlier. 

The day was turning warmer so we paddled across the lake towards the sheltered camp grounds for lunch and spread a blanket under a large shade tree. I think the ants had a better lunch than we did, as we were constantly fighting to keep them off our goodies. Despite this insect invasion, we did have a good time; Melanie was really sweet and I enjoyed talking with her. 

Following lunch, we dozed before deciding to swim at the public beach. Striking across the lake to the far end, we pulled up to the boat ramp, and taking our suits, went to the changing rooms. Coming out, I noticed her wearing a two piece bikini; she had a slim waist, nice hips and gorgeous legs. She was beautiful and for the first time, I become excited watching her. Melanie caught me, smiled, took my hand, and pulled me into water. My excitement didn't subside, I remained at attention, studying this beautiful nymph. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't shake the thought of sleeping with her. As we splashed each other, she moved closer, then stopped and looked at me. 

"Jason, do you want to have sex with me?"

Was she reading my thoughts? "Melanie, I have never …."

"Jason, answer me, do you want to have sex?" she said firmly.

I didn't reply immediately so she moved close and, hidden by the water, placed her hand over my bulging tent. No longer could I hide or deny my thoughts. "Yes."

"Thank you" She went back to splashing and playing in the water like nothing had happened. No more was said, nor did I try to hide it; she knew.

After the swim, we returned to the canoe and lazily drifted along the shore, talking. This was an enjoyable day and we didn't want it to end. However it was time to return the canoe and we packed our things into the car and headed towards the motel.

Along the way we stopped at a restaurant and spent a romantic evening with lights turned low, candles on the table, soft music and holding hands. 

Returning to the room, I became involved with my computer and my attention was on my laptop, she walked up and asked…

"Jason, am I pretty?"

We'd been through this before and I decided to play along. Closing the laptop but not looking up, "I don't know, I can't see you"

She moved closer so her feet and legs came into view. Seeing her feet and ankles brought to mind the first time I'd seen her. They'd been boney and skinny; now they were fleshed out and beautifully formed. My gaze slowly rose up her long legs, past her knees, up her thighs. At this point I see a towel wrapped around her. Without looking higher, I said, "I can't answer, my view is restricted"

Without hesitation, the towel dropped and my view was without restrictions. Rising my eyes I saw her thatch, hips and waist; then her full, firm and luscious mounds. Her neck was beautiful and her cute face. Wishing to tease, "No, you're not pretty."

She stooped, removed the computer from my lap, exposing the throbbing tent. "What does that mean?"

"That says I find you beautiful, attractive and very desirable."

She giggled and pulled on my hands and straddled my legs. We kissed and I placed my hands on her waist so my thumbs could gently rub the sides of her breasts.

"How beautiful am I?"

"To me? You're an angel."

She asked a second time placing her hand over my tent. 

"How beautiful am I really?" she asked coyly.

"Beautiful enough to have sex with."

"Say again."

"Beautiful enough to have se..."

She placed a finger over my lips before I could say more. "Again" she said.

"Beautiful ... Enough ... To ..." I said slowly. 

She was holding a finger close to my lips, I blurted out "to fuck"

She just giggled and snuggled closer in my arms.

My thumbs were gently rubbing and their action increased as they moved inwards to her nipples, touching and twirling. She twitched in my lap and her thatch increased its pressure against my manhood. Deftly her fingers opened my trousers and released me to the open air as they touched and stroked me to higher levels. With minds of their own, my hands were covering her breasts, molding, massaging, and plying the softness of her flesh.

"Come on, lets take a shower," as she jumped off my lap, pulling towards the bathroom.

She helped remove my clothing and we stepped unto the shower. She took the soap and cloth, washing me and paying special attention to my throbbing penis. She never released her hold to it. My hands were also busy washing her and lingering on her breasts and thatch. We were both excited. Stepping out of the shower we toweled off and slid into bed; she was giggling.

"You said you wanted sex with me. Remember, you paid me for time which you never collected. Well, I want to settle this account."

Her closeness was intoxicating; she snuggled and waited. I took my hand, placing it on her breasts and massaged gently, looking into her eyes. I lowered my mouth to her breast and began to suckle; no way I could take it all in, but I made the attempt. Her nipple was at the back of my mouth and using my tongue I worked it over. I changed position and began to kiss between her mounds and moved up to her lips. She responded aggressively, kissing me back. I took her hand and placed it around my shaft and she slowly stroked it, taking the hint. I moved my hand between her legs, feeling her jump. My middle finger slid over her slit and slowly moved; she was moist and within seconds it was inside touching her clit. She jumped again and my finger increased its motions. Her hand kept working my shaft and I was near climax. I heard her groan as both my fingers and mouth worked her over. She peaked and I felt the shudders move through her, I didn't let up but continued working on her clit. I moved to the other breast as she reached her second and then third climax. Not stopping I worked her to a greater height and she released a sigh of pure joy. Now, for the first time she intervened and we stopped. She spread her legs and simply said "Take me now, slide inside. I'm yours"

Moving on top, I placed myself between her legs and positioned to enter. She took her hand and guided me and gently I lowered. Man, she felt warm, nice. Then thrusting with strong movements my entry was complete and on each plunge we met with greater intensity. She was into this and responding with the same ferocity. I began to shoot my load and nearly completed when she peaked. I kept my movements to the maximum as she went through her final orgasm. 

I intended to roll but she held tight and we stayed like this for 30 minutes, kissing. Our sexual passion was spent but our emotions were high. She didn't want to stop. 

"That was good."

We rolled to our sides, remain linked; my member soft but still within her vagina. Like this we drifted asleep.

The next morning I had a meeting with a client and considered calling in sick; the idea of copulating again with Melanie was strong, but decided against it. I let her sleep while showering and was heading out the door as she awoke. "When I return, we'll need to talk further."

She grinned mischievously. "I won't be going anywhere."

I spent the day on the job but my thoughts were on Melanie. It was after 5 pm when I returned and Melanie was waiting and she was cleaned up, dressed, the room was also orderly and everything put in place.

"Yesterday was super, I enjoyed the time with you." I said.

Her reply was to encircle my neck with her arms and plant a kiss on my lips.

"Do you love me?" I asked.

"I think so. Yes, I want to please you more than anything in the world."

I held her hands at arms length and taking her left hand in mine, asked "Would you like a ring on your finger?"

The surprised expression on her face was marvelous. I wished I had a picture of how she looked. "Really, REALLY?" 

I nodded 'yes', she squealed in delight and my ears still ring from her outburst. She put her arms around my neck and jumped, wrapping her legs around my waist. I lost my balance and toppled backwards, onto the bed. She didn't release her hold and smothered me in kisses.

"Do you REALLY want to marry me? Do you want to MARRY me? Do you want to marry ME?" she flooded me with questions.

"Yes, yes, and yes to all your questions" I say between her squeals and her kisses.

"Melanie can we talk?"

"Ok" she said as she continued to lay on top and placing her hands in my outstretched arms, across the bed. Her head and golden hair were on my shoulder as she continued to kiss my neck.

"I asked you to marry me and I gather you say 'yes'."

With a pixie grin she lifted her face and shook her head 'yes'.

"Do you want to look for a ring tonight?"

Again her head shook 'yes'.

"Can you to tell me more about your younger years? You've been avoiding it. Can you do that?"

She stopped kissing. I watched and for the longest time she looked me in the eyes.

"Now? Tell you now?"

"No, soon. When you're ready."

She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder.

I held her there, playing with her hair, rubbing her back. "Lets get something to eat and look for your ring.

She lifted her head with that pixie grin on her face and nodded 'yes'.

We found a quiet place to eat then found a jewelry store. She found one she liked, they sized it and Melanie walked out the door wearing her ring. We spent the remainder of the evening talking.

"Is there any one you want to tell?" I asked.

"My mom, I guess"

"Do you want to call her?"

She was somber for a minute. "Yeah, I think I should"

We returned to the room and found the number for her mom then placed the call. They talked and I chose not to listen. When they were finished, Melanie was quiet and I waited.

"She's happy about my new job and our engagement, but she doesn't want to see me. Not even for a visit."

Melanie cried. Her mom didn't care she was getting married. I cried with her, Melanie wanted someone to love her. I encircled her and held her tight while the tears flowed.

After she'd calmed down I lifted her chin and looked in her eyes. "I care and I love you." She squeezed me tight.




Jason's Hooker



That night when we went to bed, our sleeping arrangements changed. I motioned for her to slip under the covers with me, and we snuggled, falling asleep in each others arms.

For the next three weeks we were on the move a great deal. It seemed like the car had become our home and the motels were quick stopping points. Anyway Melanie had judiciously planned a 4 day rest so we could recoup. We settled into our room and spent the day on the phone talking to clients or the home office. Melanie was a 'gem' of a secretary. Her organizational skills were phenomenal and she could relate well with each of the customers. The reason I bring up this point is because of a particular incident. On one of our calls to the home office I was told a new presentation program had been developed which they wanted me to use, so I dialed into their server and downloaded the required files. I began learning this new system and how to present it. Anyway, Melanie was taking this time to call ahead to our contacts and finalize arrangements for us to visit in a few days. 

She had called the company where we had a big contract and while on the phone they had complained about our service. They'd been having some technical problems which were preventing the programs to run correctly. Specifically, they couldn't print. This was 'down-time' and they were loosing money. They requested a technician for an on-site visit to troubleshoot the problem. Melanie said she'd talk to the home office and call the client back within the hour. During that time she discussed the issue with some of our technicians and learned no one was available. So she and I would need to adjust our schedule to give the requested assistance. Melanie called the customer back and requested further details on this problem. She requested they open a configuration file, read the settings, which they did and suggested making a minor change and reboot the server. When this was completed, she was told everything was working. All of the print 'jobs' were printing and this included one of the reports their CEO badly needed and thought was lost or been deleted. The folks at this company were absolutely elated. To Melanie, this was part of the day's work. She shared it with me but didn't embellish on the details.

The next day the CEO of our client calls our home office and just 'raves' about the technical support they'd received. They were so impressed; they'd be extending their contract and doubling the order. My supervisor then calls me and is praising us about the high quality work and service we are doing. I comment it's not what I'd done, but the service Melanie had provided. Anyway, Melanie would be receiving a bonus. The work she was doing had brought in new accounts and several extended contracts. My sales and service ratio had jumped by 45%. 

When I got off the phone, I turned to Melanie and told most of the details. Now mind you, Melanie is very new to the corporate sales environment, so the importance and impact didn't fully register. To her it was simply a 'job well done'. She was excited about the good work and how this was helping. I explained the home office was praising her for all of her effort.

"Melanie, I haven't shared everything."

She just looked at me, waiting. "Melanie, you; by yourself; you alone; have increased the profits of the company by over $480,000. It was your quick thinking which helped this one client. Because of this, you are being given a bonus. This bonus is the highest anyone has ever received. How much do you think it is?"

She shrugged. She didn't know. "Maybe $50?"

I shook my head and pointed upwards with my finger.

"$100?"

"Higher."

She didn't have a clue and jumped to an unimaginable figure. "$500?"

"You are not even close, higher"

I could see the surprise register in her face and she still didn't comprehend the amount. "How about $1000?"

To her this was unimaginable, she was guessing. "No it's more."

"$2000… $4000?" With each amount I continued pointing with my finger.

"Jason you're joking. You're teasing me?"

"No joke. The amount of your bonus is…" I pause, searching for the scrap of paper I'd jotted the figures on, "exactly $5950."

"NO WAY!!" She screamed. She couldn't grasp the amount. "You've got to be kidding"

"No, you've earned it. It is yours because of your efforts, the company appreciates your hard work."

"Jason, what am I going to do? I've never had so much."

"They certainly recognize the value of your hard work and now you should treat yourself. Let's buy you some new clothes and get yourself 'prettied' up."

Calling it a day, we left the motel and drove to the mall. We visited an 'anchor' store with a large clothing department, browsing the myriad of racks. Finding several items, she slipped into one of the changing rooms, exiting so I could view them on her. She stood at a mirror, turning, adjusting while I watched. This was supposed to be an audience of 'one' but my look around viewed the men in the store. In a single sweeping look, I found almost every man in the store watching Melanie. 

She took the time to slip into another dress before returning to the mirror; again the men were looking.

"Melanie?"

She looked at me from the mirror.

"While you are looking at yourself in the mirror, change your gaze to the male patrons in this store and see what they are doing."

She did, and slowly turned to adjust her line of sight. Abruptly she blushed, placing her hands over her face.

"Why are they looking at me?"

"Because you're a 'looker', a beautiful woman and these men are noticing."

Her blush deepened when I let out a long, low, 'wolf whistle'. Turning, she gave me a hug.

She paid for her purchases and we went in search of a beauty parlor. We located one on the lower level; while I read a magazine, Melanie requested 'the works', including a pedicure and manicure. She was being pampered.

The days blended into weeks and the weeks passed by quickly. A routine had been established of travel and staying in motels. Though this was not what we wished, it did provide ample time together and we used it, talking and enjoying each other. It was during one of our long drives she opened up and shared the 'sordid' events of her younger life. There's no need to enumerate these events, but for understanding, she was physically beaten, sexually abused, and used as a slave. Not only was the abuse physical, but emotionally harmed, being told she was worthless and would amount to nothing. Her self-esteem was zilch. At one point she'd been confined to a small room for weeks with little to eat. She literally lived in her own filth. It was from this situation that she had run. It was hard to relate these details and I allowed her the freedom to tell it in her own way. 

When she was finished she turned and asked one question, "Do you still love me?"

I simply said 'Yes', took the next exit and found us a place to talk. Taking her hands and looking into her eyes, "A year ago you were beaten, used, abused, and told you were worthless. You traded that to become a run-a-way and discovered the life of a hooker. A young salesman took a gamble, offered you a way out. Today you're loved, pampered and told you're worth a million. What's changed? Inside you're still the same person. One thing gives you value; today you're loved; a year ago you weren't. I love you enough to give you this ring and promise to marry you. The home office gives you a salaried position and provides a nice bonus when you work hard. So, to answer your question, are you loved? Absolutely. I don't know the future and we may have difficult times. No matter what happens, I love you. You are worth more than the stars of heaven."

She squeezed my hands. "Sometimes I don't feel I'm worth much."

"Your worth is based on love, not emotions. Feelings come and go, but my love for you is permanent. That will never change."

"Thank you. I now know, that of all people, I am most loved."

I leaned across and kissed her gently. "I love you, Melanie." 

"Jason, help me to know that, to know I'm loved."

I smiled, "I will."

That night we had a sensual romp, where normally we kiss and cuddle; she made it clear she wanted to 'go all the way'. I was taking my shower and had begun washing when she steps behind the curtain and wraps her arms around my waist, her hands move to my crotch, touching, holding. She was as naked as the day she was born, but much more lovely.

"I certainly hope your intentions are honorable?"

"They're very honorable." She giggled.

Gently she took the soap and cloth from my hands and started a slow sensual wash on my back and legs. Finishing, her hands turn me to face her and she starts at my neck, working downwards. Stopping below my waist, she washes my feet and proceeds upwards, reaching my groin with long sensual caresses. Her attention is now on my shaft and balls, stroking, cupping, and rubbing. I was close to climax, it wouldn't take much to put me over the edge. Stopping for a minute she asks, "Can you do it twice tonight? I want you inside me?"

"I honestly don't know."

"Lets try." She responded, resuming her stroking and quickly bringing me to climax. My arms are around Melanie, holding her close as she caresses my member, and I'm shooting cum over her leg. My shaft softened, she stroked and easily brought it back to attention. She handed the wash cloth to me, it was my turn to wash her. 

I started at her neck and worked downwards; intentionally lingering longer with her breasts and thatch. She jumped in excitement as the cloth touched her privates; and I dropped all propriety placing my hand on her slit, tracing the outline of her lips. My middle finger slipped in easily and I continued inserting it gently until buried to the hilt. She never took her eyes away from me and watched as I stimulated her; it was a natural movement, her body flowed with the rhythm I was using. As she reached her climax she stepped close and wrapped her arms around my neck laying her head on my shoulder. The waves of ecstasy flooded over her, her knees buckled and would have fallen except I was held her with my other arm, my fingers worked their magic and she reached a second high. She emitted no sound but her whole body convulsed with the orgasm. 

Regaining her strength, she stood for a moment before the both of us stepped from the shower. I grabbed a towel, and we quickly dried before moving to the bed. Under the covers she wrapped her hand around my softened shaft and ever so slowly she brought it back to life. As she continued, she pointed, "You are saluting, thank you."

My hands slid upwards to cup her breasts and she moved hers to cover mine. Together we massaged her firm full mounds. Through movement and gentle pressure she positioned my fingers over her nipples, already erect and pointed. Twirling, I played with them and her breathing deepened. Having my penis relieved of its primary load of cum, it required special attention and she placed my shaft between her legs, tight against her pubes. She was well lubricated from her juices and matched my movement while I slide back and forth. My mouth dropped to her left breast and I suckled like a new born. The nipple was at the rear of my mouth and I was stroking it with my tongue. She jumped, then jumped again as she peaked. I moved my lip to her mouth and we kissed to the movements we were making. When she reached her fourth orgasm our mouths parted and she let out a sigh of excitement. "Put it in, I'm ready."

I rolled between her legs and inserted the head of my shaft into her opening. Her hips moved with quickness and she impaled herself on me, driving it deep inside. Together we returned to the surface of the bed and I began a slow thrusting. She moved her hips and I moved in and out. This was stimulating her, to increased heights and I was reaching the point of no return. She placed her hands on each side of my face. "Now, shoot now."

I released my load with force and she felt it inside. Her muscles tightened on my shaft and squeezed while she reached her high. For a couple of minutes I continued slowly in and out as she came down. She hugged and kissed me soundly. This time together was one of the most enjoyable we've ever had.

EPILOGUE

The trip was over and we returned home. We decided to 'tie the knot' and invited a few friends to a small civil ceremony. Our marriage created a bit of a conundrum at work, neither one of us wanted to travel, so provisions were made for her to fill an opening at the main office, and I would move into one of the technical positions. My apartment was our home for the next two years, until Melanie became pregnant, then we moved into a small house. She became the prettiest 'Mom' and we had the most beautiful children.

One question neither one of us could answer, 'What would have happened if I'd closed the door on her?' It was only because of the 'Glenda look' she hadn't been turned out into the cold that night. Even yet, I look into those deep pools of brown, and remember that quiet pleading, 'Please help me?' and Melanie became 'Jason's hooker.'