by Hadley Knox
“I’ve recently made an acquaintance of a guy who is a male escort, and I’ve agreed to be his madam.”
“Is that the same thing as a pimp?”
“Yes, but don’t call me a pimp. I’m a madam.”
“I thought madams were for whorehouses.”
“Okay, that may be true, but I insist on being called a madam.”
“So what’s the proposition?”
“I figured you might be interested in being an escort. I could be your madam. It pays two hundred dollars an hour, and I get twenty percent of your pay since I will do most of the advertising and scheduling.”
“That’s a lot more than I make cleaning pools.”
“I would imagine.”
“I’m in.”
“Wait, you are?” I had assumed it might take some convincing.
“Sure,” he said. “I love having sex, and frankly it’s the only thing I’m good at other than cleaning pools.”
“Okay,” I said, not quite sure how to proceed. I had expected so much more to the conversation than this.
“So what do I need to do?”
“Well, my friend Greg said that he would meet with all of the new guys and help get you all started. We really need to meet soon because I’m starting to get a bunch of calls.”
“So you’ve already set all of this up?”
“Yes. I sent out the ads today. Our company is called the Madam of Suburbia.”
“I like it.”
“Thanks. I thought of it.”
“So basically, I’ll get paid to have sex with women?”
“Yes, and you will be paid well.”
The idea must have excited him a lot, because I could feel him hardening again. It was brushing the side of my thigh.
“Sorry,” he said with a wry smile as he looked down.
I chuckled. “It’s not a problem. I think he’s pretty.”
“Well, thank you. We could always go again.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Oh, you’ve got stuff to do, I’m sorry.”
“No, I mean that we probably shouldn’t do this again now that we are going to be in a professional relationship.”
“Weren’t we kind of in a professional relationship before? You were technically my boss.”
“That’s true, but this is different. You’ll be having sex with all of these people, plus I don’t do the casual sex thing very well. I get attached way too easily.”
“Is there anyone else?”
“You mean anyone else I’m having sex with?”
“Yeah.”
“I would answer that, but you’ll think I’m a whore.”
“Try me.”
I decided to tell him about Greg and my date with Jeremy.
He laughed when I finished. “You think that makes you a whore? Honey, that is nothing. I’m a nympho. When I left your place the other day, I went home and had sex with my ex-girlfriend a few hours later.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he said. “You and I are friends. I just happen to think you are incredibly hot and fun. I don’t get emotionally attached very easily.”
“I guess that’s good.”
“It can be sometimes. So does Greg know about us?”
“No. He and I are just friends, too, but I would rather him not know. It would just complicate this whole new business thing.”
“Okay, your secret is safe with me.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“No problem. So when is this meeting?”
“Are you doing anything tonight?”
“I’m free later on. Say around seven.”
“Okay, then plan on meeting here. And this time you can come through the front door.”
He stood up and walked over to his bathing suit. I watched him walk, and the view from the back was just as nice as the view from the front. He had the cutest little tanned bubble butt.
With a quick kiss goodbye, he left out the back gate.
I dressed as well and walked back inside. When I sat back down at my makeshift desk, I called Pearl on my personal cell. When I told her about the new developments, she couldn’t stop laughing for at least two minutes.
“Okay, I’ll call my cousin,” she said finally. “I’ll make sure he’s at your place by seven. So you say he has a job right after that?”
“Yes,” I said. “And he has to be at the hotel by nine.”
“I’ll make sure he wears clean underwear.”
“Are you serious?”
“What?” Pearl asked.
“You have to specify that he needs to wear clean underwear?”
“You know Ray. He’s nasty, honey.”
“Thank you, Pearl. I appreciate your support.”
“So how’s business going?”
“I’ve got a few calls,” I said. “Two of them for Greg and then this one for Ray.”
“So you have two gigolos now?”
“Actually, I am up to five now,” I said. “We’re going to meet tonight so that Greg can start working with them on all of the basics.”
“Five? Wow, you work fast. Where did you find them all?”
“I got Ben from work, Mike the delivery guy, and Derrick the pool boy.”
Pearl squealed into the phone, and it was a sound that I hadn’t heard from her in a long while.
“I may have to just test out your boys, Lana. That pool boy is hot as hell, but I’d have to get him a tiny bathing suit to wear. And Mike delivers to my house, too. I might just have to get him to bring the next package inside.”
“No discounts for friends,” I said.
“For those two, honey, I’d pay full price. Damn girl, you might just turn this out.”
“I hope so.”
“You know, I’m proud of you, Lana. I hate my job and dream all the time of what I’d like to do, but I don’t ever take the initiative and do something about it. You just grabbed destiny by the neck and twisted it to fit your vision of the future. That’s admirable.”
“I appreciate the kind words, but I wish it had been something a bit more legal.”
“Oh don’t stress over that. The government always makes all the fun stuff illegal. That’s how they keep us paying our taxes.”
I laughed. “Pearl, you’re crazy.”
“That’s an understatement. Now let me know if I can do anything else to help you.”
“Will do.”
The minute I hit the button to end the call, my work cell rang. It rang again when that call was done. It continued to ring consecutively four more times. Over the course of an hour, I scheduled three appointments for Greg, one for Mike, and one for Derrick. Mike and Derrick still weren’t prepared or on the schedule yet, but the ladies who called specifically requested a tall black and a young blond man, respectively. I didn’t figure it would hurt much to go ahead and get them on the books.
For all purposes, it appeared that the Madam of Suburbia was off to a great start.
Chapter Seventeen
Checking my watch, I estimated that I had about half an hour until Greg arrived. I didn’t know him well enough to know if he were typically punctual, but I resolved to the fact that he would be here soon. I fought the urge to run to the bathroom and freshen up to prepare for his arrival, but talked myself out of it. I planned to be firm on the platonic nature of our relationship in the future.
My personal phone rang. I was actually getting a little sick of hearing phones go off all the time, but I knew that was the sound of my future. I better get used to it.
I smiled when I saw Jeremy’s number on the screen.
“Hello there,” I said when I answered the phone.
“Hey, Lana.”
“I’m glad you called.”
“I just wanted to see how you were doing today.”
“Well that’s nice. I’m doing fairly well. I’m a little busy though.”
“Busy doing what?”
Oh crap, I said as I bit my lip.
I couldn’t exactly use my regular work as an excuse as he would know that I was lying. He would be well aware of the fact that I didn’t have any editing to do until he sent over the first few chapters of his manuscript.
Then I remembered our conversation the night before. “I started plotting my novel.”
“That’s amazing. Keep it up and you will be ready to write before you know it.”
“Hopefully.”
“Do you want to run anything by me for advice?”
“Not yet,” I said. “I want to get through the outline and rough draft and then maybe I’ll let you read it.”
“Just ‘maybe’?”
“I’ve never liked anyone reading a work in progress. I’ve got to get the whole thing out and then I will let you read it.”
“You’re one of those people,” he laughed.
“I guess I am.”
“So you ready to set a date for our trip yet?”
Being a Madam was going to make a vacation next to impossible. Last night over wine, I would have agreed to anything, but now that I was sober and had my wits about me, I realized that the practically implications of an extended stay away from my new work cell phone would be next to impossible.
“Let’s hold off on that,” I said. “The kids will be out of school soon, and then I can talk to my parents about watching the kids. They’re retired, but they travel a lot and sometimes they can be hard to pin down.”
“No problem,” Jeremy said. “Just keep in mind that we need to try to get it scheduled soon.”
“Sure.”
“In the meantime, you can think about all the places we’re going to visit in Paris.”
“That will be very nice.”
“I also wanted to see if you were available this weekend for dinner,” he said.
“Sure,” I said. “What night?”
“How about Saturday?”
“Sure,” I said. “Pick me up at seven?”
“Sounds lovely,” he said. “I will see you then.”
“Goodbye,” I said, and ended the call.
I walked back to my computer and sat down. I held the mouse over the escort schedule and just stared at it, dreaming of a day when it would fill up. There was a lot at stake for me with this business. Not only was I risking legal trouble, but also I had propositioned most of the men in my life into joining the company.
The doorbell rang, and I knew that Greg had arrived. I walked to the front door and opened it. There he was, smiling at me with his crooked grin.
As he walked into the house, he kicked one of his legs back to close the door. He snatched me up in his arms and lifted me off the ground. Before I could resist, he pulled me in for a kiss.
I squirmed, but then finally settled in. I loved the feeling of his arms around me and his mouth on mine. As his left hand ran up my back, I could feel electrical impulses running up my back.
Finally, he set me down and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a fat wad of bills.
“What’s this?”
“My money from last night,” he announced. “I made four hundred from the one you booked, and then I went to a bar and got another two hour gig. My grand total last night was eight hundred.”
“That’s amazing!”
“I know, right. So your portion is one hundred and sixty.” He counted out the twenties and then handed them to me.
“My portion’s only eighty,” I said. “I only booked the first gig.”
“No, you get the full amount. One of the perks of your job is that you get your portion on jobs I book on my own.”
“I don’t feel right doing that.”
“But that’s how it is,” Greg said. “You get twenty percent of whatever I make.”
“That’s awesome,” I said, pushing the cash in my pocket. “Thank you for coming all this way to bring it by.”
“I wanted to see you, too.”
“Greg, you know what I said about us just being friends.”
“It doesn’t mean that friends can’t have a little fun from time to time.”
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”
“I do,” he said as he came closer to me.
“I need to talk to you,” I said, holding up my hand to keep him back.
“Okay, what do you need to talk about?”
“Come in here,” I said, leading him to the living room. I plopped down on the couch and patted the seat next to me.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s great,” I said. “I wanted to let you know that I have found four more guys for the business.”
“That awesome. Good job, Lana.”
“Well, we’re going to have a meeting tonight, and I was hoping that you could come and help the guys with the basics.”
“I would love to,” he said. “What time?”
“Seven o’clock. It’s important that they get a good tutorial because Ray has a job tonight at nine.”
“You’ve already booked him? That’s great.”
“Well, Ray is a special case. He’s not the typical escort guy. He’s five feet four inches tall and weighs at least two hundred and fifty pounds.”
Greg chuckled. “You may want to let the client know in advance. That’s not the normal kind of guy they’d expect.”
“That’s the crazy part,” I said. “The other night Pearl told me that her cousin wanted to be an escort, and I told her there was no way. And then I get this phone call from someone answering the ad who said that a guy just like him was her ultimate fantasy and none of the other services could provide one.”
“To each their own,” Greg said. “I’ve seen many women who are into very strange things.”
“I’m just hoping I can book him enough business to make it worth his trouble.”
“I’m sure you can. We can work on changing the ad to mention some of the guys that you have hired.”
“I’ve booked you some more clients and then I’ve booked one each for Mike and Derrick. You’ll meet them tonight.”
“Good,” he said. “Sounds like this will start picking up.”
“Let’s hope so.”
“So now I have something to talk to you about.”
“Shoot.”
However, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he leaned across the couch and went in for another kiss. I was so preoccupied with his mouth that I didn’t realize his hands were inside of my shirt.
He was such a pro with undressing women. An expert lover, he was able to unclasp my bra and pull my shirt up over my head in one sensual movement. I smiled while he continued kissing me.
Not wanting to waste any time, he moved down to my skirt, sliding it off before I could protest. I knew that this wasn’t what we should be doing, but when he was there, I just couldn’t stop myself.
Once my panties were completely off, he started undressing himself. He threw his shirt over his head and shoved his pants down to his ankle. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do next, but I just sat back and let him take complete control.
Without leaving my mouth, he slid both hands under me and scooped me up. I felt myself flying through the air, still wrapped in his strong, solid arms. I slid against his naked waist and our bodies pressed up against each other. His manhood rested along me underneath. It was an odd angle, but I pressed myself downwards, wanting to feel it the way I was meant to feel it.
As I wrapped my legs around his waist, he gripped my ass with both hands. He lifted me slightly and I could feel his hardness move up with me. It pressed against me, begging for entry.
Deft with his hands, he pushed me downwards onto him. I moaned into his mouth, feeling the warmth of pleasure push through my body. Every extremity quivered and I could feel my eye lids flutter from the intensity of him filling me.
Once I was settled, I began rocking up and down. He was still on his knees on the couch, and he fell back against the cushions as I continued my movements.
That was how we started and how we finished.
Even down there, I could feel his own spasms and knew precisely when he was finished.
Spent and sweaty, we sat like that for several minutes without moving. I cherished the closeness that we both felt after making love. He nuzzled his face into my neck, and I could feel his chest rise as he tried to regain his breath.
I heard my cell phone ring.
“Shit,” I said as I jumped up.
To get to it faster, I bolted over the couch and grabbed the phone. I didn’t bother to look at the caller ID, but I wish I had.
“Hello, Lana,” the voice said.
“What do you want?”
“This is just a courtesy call to remind you that the money is due tomorrow.”
“Who are you?” I asked.
I had momentarily forgotten about Greg still being in the room. As I listened to the husky voice on the other end, I felt Greg’s arms fold around me. He pressed in close, but not too close to listen. I could tell that he was doing his best to exercise a degree of respect of privacy while still being comforting for a phone call he knew was stressing me out.
“That’s none of your concern. Just make sure that you have my money.”
“Why do I owe you this money?”
“Your husband kept many secrets. Now that he’s gone, it falls on you.”
“I don’t know where he is.”
“Doesn’t matter. Have my money by tomorrow or else.”
“Or else what?”
“Just have my money. I’ll contact you tomorrow with details.”
The line went dead. I didn’t even bother pressing my end call button. Instead, I let the phone fall from my hands and felt myself go limp in Greg’s arm.
He started to ask about the call, but then he stopped. It was then that I realized I was crying.
We stayed like that for a moment until I realized that we were both still naked. In fact, I might have been sweating more from the call than I had when we had made love.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” I whispered.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
He didn’t ask me about the call. At least, not right then.
“You want to go take a shower?” he asked.
“Sure,” I said.
I led him into my bathroom, where I stepped into the big shower and turned it on. He stepped inside behind me and once the water had gotten warm enough, he led me underneath the showerhead.