Nympho
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Computer Love
Monday morning sneaked up on me like a skilled thief. It was a beautiful clear day, but who would’ve known it? Trey, now back in town from his short business trip, came home from playing basketball and showered, and dragged his tired, famished ass, along with a load of laundry, over for dinner. Hugs and smiles of bliss warmed my spirit, but things headed toward rock bottom, in a mere five minutes—the time it took for Trey to discover the new items that were sitting in my place.
“I can’t wait for us to be together every day,” Trey said, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I’m the luckiest man in the world. I’m so happy to have a woman like you to marry. Leslie, you accept me faults and all. I just want to say thank you for really wanting to be with me for the rest of our lives.”
“You just said all of that because you know I cooked for you,” I teased.
“No, that’s not it. I’m just excited that in a few weeks, this whole wedding thing will be behind us. The stress and pressures that have been tugging at us will be all gone.”
“I’m excited about our big day too, Trey.”
Before I could stop him, Trey let go of my waist and disappeared into the basement to throw his clothes in and returned with a disgusted look on his face.
“Wait a minute, Les. Why all the new furniture. It’s nice, but why?” Trey said, letting go of my waist.
“How could you go out and spend money on furniture when you’re supposed to be on a budget? How much did all of this cost you?”
“Trey, I’ve got it all under control. It’s not like I’m paying on it until 2007. Stop being a professional skeptic. How about a little patience here? It’s not like you haven’t ever splurged on something. Relax. Come sit down with me, eat, and tell me all about your day,” I said, trying to change the subject. Apparently, Trey didn’t want to let it go.
“You seem to lack direction, and we need financial security, Leslie. You’ve always been frugal from what I’ve seen. I just don’t understand why you would go out and buy expensive things you don’t need at a time like this. There are bills still owed for our wedding. We need to be moving forward, not backward. Why didn’t you consult with me first?”
“Why should I consult with you over how I spend my own money? I have my own checkbook, and what I do with my piggy bank is my business. As I said, I’ve got it under control. Can’t you hear? I’m well aware of our bills and my responsibilities. Maybe your family is putting shit in your ear about me—poisoning your mind against me. I am not marrying them, I’m marrying you. And if Leslie wanted a new mattress so Leslie could get a good night’s sleep, then she should have it!”
“Maybe my mother and grandmother have some good points I’ve never thought about,” Trey defended with frustration.
“And maybe I haven’t thought about the fact that you’re a momma’s boy who can’t navigate your way out of a wet paper bag without her approval. It’s either them or your damn friends. I never come first. I’m tired of being an afterthought.”
Trey banged his fist on the counter. I watched his brows form a line. I knew I’d hit the wrong button. I’d never seen him act so emotional.
“I have a right to go out. I bust my balls every day at work, and playing ball or hanging with my boys is something I deserve. Unlike some people, I’m not on summer vacation. I work all year long in corporate America. You have no idea what it’s like in a competitive market like D.C. You talk about the things I do and have no idea why I need what I need. Hey, someone has to have a real job.”
“And you have no idea what it’s like working as a teacher in this school system. I take less money in my check during the year so I can get a summer break. Don’t act like I’m a shiftless bum who is looking to you for a handout. I’m bringing something to the table as an asset, not a liability. I’ve got my own place, my own car, my bills stay paid, and I’m an independent woman. I’m not one of those D.C. or East Coast gold diggers you’re used to. You don’t even appreciate that about me,” I said with my hand on my hip, yelling in his face.
“You have no idea what kind of day I’ve had at work. I don’t need to come and listen to this foolish talk. Maybe coming here tonight was a big mistake. I’ve got a great family. Where’s yours? Are they really all dead like you said? How could all of them be wiped out without a trace? Maybe I don’t really know you at all.”
“I am tired of bickering with you. Get out!” I pointed toward the door. All I could do was watch him leave as tears streamed down my face.
“You’re overreacting, Leslie! I need to be in a relationship with an adult. You’re just so emotional, and all you do is complain. Can’t we talk about something different for a change?” Trey mumbled.
“Overreacting? If you want to see overreacting, then I’ll show you overreacting!”
I threw a lamp across the room at him. He ducked then slammed the door.
“Go get fucked up in a bar with your boys. The way things stand right now, I don’t give a shit,” I screamed long after he’d gone.
Instead of communicating with Trey, I began lashing out at him because my patience threshold and the love I felt for him was fading quickly. I lied about paying for the furniture because I couldn’t tell the truth about it coming from Rico. There was so much I needed to say to him, but I couldn’t put the truth out there for his inspection. All I felt was an empty space, despite my wedding being only four weeks away.
Although I started the fiasco, I was so angry at the things Trey said and I wanted to get back at him. He knew any talk about my family was a sensitive issue, and he’d twisted the knife in my back by throwing the issue up in my face. As I wiped the tears from my eyes, I felt the need to resurrect Innocence.
I was feeling the stress of being stretched to the limit and decided to do something about it. If I couldn’t have the life I really wanted, at least I could make another one up in private. My double life fed my libido and gave me a break from life’s day-to-day troubles.
Hours later, I couldn’t resist the temptation of taking the edge off; I had plenty of nervous energy to burn. I didn’t want to jump in with both feet by purchasing a prepaid phone and setting up a website. Instead, I logged onto craigslist.org, read over many of the provider ads to learn something more about how to set up shop, and then posted an anonymous ad under the erotic services section of Washington, D.C.:
Dipping a few toes into the waters—30
Let me first explain that I’ve never done this before and never considered it until recently. I’m going through some tough times and am wondering if I could give someone out there a girlfriend experience. I’m eager to learn how to give the best experience to men and couples, but I’d like to let you know I won’t be giving full service. If you need someone to strip, massage, or date you, I may be your girl. I’m an articulate, degreed professional who is smart, has a sense of humor, and is very attentive. I have amazing hands and was also blessed with luscious lips and a curvy body. If you like chocolate girls, I’m confident you won’t regret meeting me! If you’re willing to sneak a peek at a new girl who is considering getting into the field, please contact me for details by responding to this ad. Don’t forget to include your phone number, but keep in mind that I won’t accept blocked calls. Upscale, clientele preferred. Discretion is a must. Hugs and Kisses, Innocence
I went to the basement to finish some laundry and was shocked to find about fifty responses by the time I returned. I cut and pasted a reply with rules to each ad:
1.) Please arrive clean.
2.) I will not deal with pushy or rude people.
3.) My donations are non-negotiable. $150 per half hour and $200 for a full hour. My rate increases by $50 if I have to travel to you within the local DC area.
4.) When you arrive, please place your donation in an envelope and place it on the table. I will not discuss money or explicit requests over the phone or in person.
5.) I repeat; I will not accept blocked calls.
7.) I do not speak all languages; I do not provide Greek services and will not perform any sexual acts. I seek to deliver the highest quality erotic experiences!
After I took a nap, there were twice as many responses as before. I had no idea so many people would want to meet me, even without viewing a glimpse of a picture. Then again, I’d read so many posts about dissatisfied customers. Explaining that I was new meat may have been the draw card. I closed my eyes, pointed to my flat screen and picked out a random email. I read the winning entry and decided to read about my first customer—a man whose best friend was getting hitched. How ironic! It seemed harmless enough, so I decided to go for it and called the number provided. We agreed on the terms and set a time. Part of the terms specified that if he saw me and didn’t like me, all bets were off. I knew that wasn’t going to happen though. My confidence was growing, and thanks to Rico I’d gotten a very swollen ego.
Late that evening, I arrived at the address I had scribbled down on a notepad. A man answered the door, but the funny thing was he wasn’t the type who seemed like he’d be trolling a message board full of prostitution ads. I’d been paying so much attention to Trey I didn’t realize how many good-looking men there were in the area. Although I’d traveled about thirty minutes from D.C. to the ‘burbs, I still considered it in the area.
The gentleman standing before me was the young, executive buppie type. With the exception of his neat shoulder length dreads, he reminded me of a polished stockbroker. The man dressed in the well-made suit made me want to jump his bones. When he opened his mouth and spoke, I wanted to melt.
“Innocence?” he asked with a slightly crooked smile.
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Please come in,” he said, extending an arm of welcome.
“Only if I meet your approval,” I teased. “Do you like what you see?”
“Do I? You’re a chocolate Barbie doll, just as you said. Perfect.” He formed the okay sign with his fingers. I quietly sighed in relief, glad that he was pleased. “Here, let me take that for you,” he said, reaching for my things.
“Oh, thank you.” I walked in first. He followed. I stood in the foyer with a small bag on my shoulder.
“There’s someone I’d like you to meet. Dougie, where are you?” he called.
“In here, Maxwell.” The voice sounded like whoever it was possessed a chronically stuffed nose. When he appeared, I was stunned—he was the opposite of his friend. What I saw was some real freaked out shit. A short, pudgy man appeared wearing a Breathe Right Nasal Strip on the bridge of his nose and linty, blue polyester high water pants. He walked slightly bent over, and even had masking tape holding the middle of his glasses together. To say the least, the guy was a social loser. Nevertheless, it wasn’t my job to judge him by his looks or the smell of all the Old Spice he was wearing, which, by the way, could’ve easily opened his nasal passages. I was there to provide a service, and I was determined to do so.
The three of us talked awhile to add to the comfort of my visit. It turned out Dougie was a loaded, eccentric nerd—an investment guru who still lived in his mother’s basement despite his worth of over five million dollars. He recently became engaged. I guessed some woman decided to love him after finding out he’d saved the first paycheck he ever earned and continued saving and investing, rather than because of his charm, or the sparkle in his eyes. After Maxwell demanded that he remove his breathing strip, Dougie even snorted in between laughs as he explained he was never a ladies man, but looked forward to moving into a small cottage with his new bride. You didn’t have to tell me she had other plans for an abode, but I didn’t say a word—I just listened. Maxwell, my bronzed hunk, was divorced with one child. He worked with Dougie at an investment firm, and seemed to have to fight women off with a stick. Quite frankly, I saw why. The man’s game was tight, plus it was quite apparent he had a brain. After we chatted for a few moments it was time to get down to business. After all, these two were on my time clock, no matter how interesting they appeared to be.
“Shall we get started, gentlemen?”
“Wait just one minute. I have to take my Alka Seltzer,” Dougie said. “When I get nervous my stomach burns. When my stomach burns, I sit up all night with gas.” He got up.
“Stop stalling, Dougie. Hurry,” Maxwell told him.
Dougie drank down the fizzing solution. He finally returned then sat back down on the couch. “Okay. Oh boy. Oh boy, I’m ready. Now what?” He began to snort as he laughed.
Maxwell and I ignored him, and I noticed that Dougie didn’t move. “Oh, you’ll be staying? I though this was for just one person,” I asked.
Maxwell explained, “I’m sorry for the mix up, but I’ll be staying too. My friend here is so shy that if I don’t stay he wouldn’t even look at you. I’ll pay for the inconvenience.”
I didn’t believe his explanation. By the way he was eying me, I knew he wanted to see if I could work what I had and also discover what I had under my denim skirt and tank top.
“Very well then . . . I’ll accommodate you. I’m sure you recall my list of rules.” I said with a smile. “So, what’s your desire?”
Dougie whispered in Maxwell’s ear. “A strip tease,” Maxwell responded.
“Let him tell me in my ear. Come,” I said, motioning my finger in the direction of the shy man. He trembled as he walked toward me. He even tripped over his own feet. Surprisingly I didn’t laugh. I gave him time to get up. Then I repeated my words. “I’m still waiting,” I said, flirting.
By the time he stood in front of me, he was trembling and sweating. It was hard to imagine he was really getting married to anyone. I felt his breath on my skin as he stuttered into my ear.
“La-la. La-la. Lap dance. Please.” He quickly ran over toward his friend, standing next to him and pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Very good. All you had to do was ask. Your wish is Innocence’s command,” I cooed.
“He’s a virgin. Need I say anymore?” Maxwell stated.
“No worries. I’ll be as gentle as sunshine,” I said.
Maxwell poured liquor into one shot glass and the remaining dribbles of Alka Seltzer in the other. I didn’t feel as if I had a right to laugh so I didn’t. In fact, I felt like some sort of sex therapist who was hard at work with a troubled patient.
“All right, Dougie. Today you will no longer be a solitary man,” Maxwell shouted, handing him the shot glass filled with fizzing antacid. “To my business partner,” he said, raising his shot glass. “Here’s to feeling ten feet tall and changing your life around!”
“Here’s to ten feet tall and me,” Dougie said clanking shot glasses and smiling like Steve Urkel.
“Where may I change my clothes?” I asked as they drank the liquids down.
“Right this way,” Maxwell told me, getting up.
“Is she stripping in the bathroom?” Dougie asked with a white mustache above his lip.
“No. She’s coming back. She’s putting something else on to strip in,” Maxwell explained half annoyed. “Wipe that junk from around your mouth, geez!”
“Ooooooh,” Dougie said, cleaning it with the back of his arm.
When I returned, I oozed with confidence. I was now wearing five and a half inch, platform stilettos with a row of rhinestones across each strap, and a black, embroidered mesh shelf bra and panty set under a tight red mini dress. I painted my lips with bright red lip gloss, but left my sassiest wig at home. Instead, I freed my hair from a small ponytail and let it brush my shoulders.
“Music please,” I requested.
“Wow, she looks great! Is she going to dance to The Spinners? That’s my favorite group,” Dougie said.
“The Spinners? She most certainly isn’t! Why don’t you shut up and enjoy the show—damn! This is why I couldn’t take you to a strip club,” Maxwell snapped.
“Okay, okay. Take it easy,” Dou
gie answered.
After the two men sat on the leather couch I turned around with my back toward them, holding one hand up in the air like a spotlight shone one me. The first number I danced to was an old standard by Terrance Trent Darby. When the beat started, I transformed myself from Leslie, into the vixen, Innocence, gracefully lowering my arm behind my back. I turned around seductively, just as I’d practiced many times in front of the mirror in the privacy of my own home. One of my fantasies to fulfill was to strip for men at least once in my life. The most I could do about it was order an exotic dance DVD from the Internet to teach me how to strip. Visiting a strip club to watch another girl grind under low lighting had been out of the question. Thanks to Maxwell and Dougie, a closet desire became a reality. Now I was that naughty girl who was about to prove her erotic potential.
My hips swayed slowly as I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. I pointed my toe, threw my right leg out straight, and then did the same with my left, keeping my palms next to my sides. When I stopped I felt the groove of the music, lowering myself to the ground. I leaned on my left elbow and slowly extended my right leg in the air while using my right arm to lift it. I seductively looked both men straight in the eye as I gave them a peak at my pussy. After I lowered my leg, I got up from the floor, sticking my ass out to accentuate my healthy rear as I proceeded to stand. When I rose, I lowered the zipper of my dress with the artful precision of an experienced stripper. Once my breasts were exposed, I began running my hands over them. Dougie’s eyes bulged and Maxwell crossed his legs, looking as if he’d like to eat me up.
I took my arms out and let my dress drop to my feet. I stepped out of it and walked around in a circle to the beat of the music. When I faced them again, I had also let my black shelf bra fall to the floor. Standing in nothing but my stripper heels and crotchless panties, I spun around, groped my ass cheeks then bent over with my eyes closed and smacked myself on the ass three times. When I opened my eyes again, I moved in for the kill.