by CJ Hawk
"I've got a man in mind to attend some of these social work functions."
"Is he hot?"
"Hot, sexy, worldly and totally comprehends this is business only. I'm too busy for a boyfriend." Lorna was about the only woman I knew I could trust with this whole escort business, after spending two years to convince everyone I was just as great an employee single as I was with a hot guy on my arm. It did not last long that I realized that my socializing was easier if my clients were enthralled not only with me sexually but the arm candy I brought. It kept sexually attracted clients away from expecting that my sexual services would be included with them. Going back to using an escort service, seemed like a necessity. However, I was not going to let on about it too soon, only if the time required it. Lorna was good at not getting too personable in my life, and I was excellent at skirting the truth when need be. So trusting her or not, now was not the time.
Lorna teased back. "A woman should never be too busy for what a boyfriend can supply. However, I know you got that covered. Just text me if you need me. Lorna out." She hung up with a giggle, which told me she had some man there tickling her and was about to get lucky. No doubt with her latest. She had been stressing for over a month on who to take to this family wedding, when Mail Room Mark appeared one day. I was pretty sure the janitorial closet got used for more than cleaning supplies. As long as her work was done, and she was there when I needed her, I didn't care.
The sunset was breathtaking as I pulled into my driveway and parked in my carport. My house on the beach was simple and clean, not state of the art, or over the top, but still expensive for the neighborhood. Only one celebrity lived down the block, and he was way past his prime but still trying to recapture the old days.
I got out and locked my car. I walked the side path to the backdoor and sat down on my back patio to watch the last of the sunset. Sure, there were days I wished I had a man to come home to, eat a nice home-cooked meal and then watch the sunset. However, there were more complications, then I cared to deal with that came with that. Finding a man as well off in his career as I was, was not an easy find. Finding a man like Trey, would be nice, but he just would not fit into my corporate social setting that required entirely too many functions that a man had to be extremely well-adjusted and educated for. Trey was simply a hot fantasy that needed to stay that way.
I pulled my laptop out and flipped it open. I typed in my security code and then was about to check my emails but decided to search Trey on the Internet again. There was something else I was missing. I could feel it. Why would a man like him, with his skill in surfing, do a one eighty? There were plenty of after surfing careers he could participate in. Why an escort service? Maybe I was just curious for curiosity sake. Or maybe... there it was. A picture of Trey with his surfboard, half-naked, tanned, beaming a smile only an orgasm should bring, standing on the beach looking like sin ready to be had. That was why I decided to search him again. He was the type of man who could steal my heart away, and that was not something I wanted to deal with right now.
"Jennifer? Love? You back there? Nobody answered the front door." There stood Henry with his portable rolling cooler full of my healthy prepackaged home-cooked meals for the next two weeks. He was worth every penny he billed my credit card. I didn't have to deal with grocery shopping or cooking - which was not my thing, and I didn't have to live off of fast food and spend extra hours at the gym burning it off.
"Watching the sunset, Harry." I stood up, setting my laptop on my outdoor dining set and kissed him on the cheek while hugging him. "How are you my good friend? Looking lean and mean. Got a hot date later?"
"I do, if you can get me a date with Trey Masterson. Honey, you got something you haven't told me because there is only one reason I would have a picture of him like that in full view on my laptop while watching the sunset. Five minutes later and I might have caught you with your hand down your pants."
I laughed and turned to close my laptop. "Trey's not gay but if there was a man who could do it, it would be you."
"You say that to all your gay friends."
Our banter carried inside where I watched Henry pull the food out of his cooler and then arranged into my freezer, which was basically empty. We chatted about his business starting to boom and the possible date he had later this week. We talked about my trip to Japan, and then I finally had to squeeze in there that a man was coming on to the scene. I didn't want to lie to Henry but having an escort in private was going to have to be part of this whole business.
"So... I've got this guy I'm starting to see. Tall, dark and handsome. Educated and well bred. We are both very busy business people but how about you double my orders next time, just in case."
"Just in case, things end up here, and you need to feed the man. What would you do without me?" He laughed.
"Starve. So keep to our same schedule. Just maybe do a few manly like meals. Meals with meat."
"So he can keep up his energy?"
I laughed. Our banter always turned sexual. It was who we liked to be. "Before I forget. I've got another name of a gal who said she would be interested in your cooking services."
"You're a doll. Now what do you want to eat tonight? I know you haven't eaten a thing."
"Chef's choice. I'm exhausted."
By the time I sat down at my patio dinette table, I had a large glass of red wine and a really great smelling pasta dish in front of me. Off to the side was a 'special' brownie Henry had made me. It had a little something extra in it that basically was illegal unless you had a doctor's prescription. After the day I had, trying to work but kept seeing Trey's image in my head, I needed that brownie.
I drank my second glass of wine while reading up on Trey, learning all about him, his past and his daughter - which was a shock. But mostly, I looked at pictures of him half naked posing on the beach. Making me yearn to get my slender fingers over that chest with a bottle of tanning oil.
By the last bite of the brownie, I felt a bit better. I heard the timer of the hot tub bubbles kick on and the smell of sultry aroma of vanilla waft through the air. I took my laptop inside, kicked my heels by the backdoor and had my dress off, and a plush towel wrapped around me in less than five. I poured one more glass of wine and then let the ocean air caress my naked body as I dropped the towel next to the side of the hot tub and crawled in.
The smell of vanilla was relaxing. The sounds of the ocean waves competed with the bubbles. I hit the remote for the stereo to turn on some calm meditation music on as I lie back in the hot tub lounger and let the bubbles tickle me in places I liked a man to touch. I set the half glass of wine off to the side. Between the special brownie and the wine - I was feeling it. I let my hands wander over my naked body under the water while conjuring up the image of Trey with his surfboard on the beach. The one Henry busted me practically humming over.
His green eyes were so intense competing against that bright white smile that popped off his tan skin. His hair was a bit longer and blonder back then, with just enough curl to make me want to wrap my fingers up in it. His hair was shorter now, but still too long to pass for an executive. Crop that hair off and gel it forward, black sleek business suit and I could have me my very own secret agent. That tingled my parts, causing my hands to wander between my legs.
I felt the swell of my clitoris under the water as I slowly separated my legs. I reached out of the water and lifted my towel to uncover my waterproof vibrator I had grabbed, knowing full well where my intentions would end up this evening. I had a Trey to work out of my system, because a man like him was not part of my career plan. A man like him would just steal my heart and wreak havoc on my life, causing me to make career mistakes I did not need to make. Trey was my eighth-grade heartthrob all over again, in a wicked way. He was the blonde-haired surfer boy I tried to date many a times after and realized they were only interested in two things. The surf and casual sex. Trey was obviously known for casual sex. I needed to woman up and work him out the only way that wa
s safe.
I laid my head back, closed my eyes, let my left hand gently massage my nipples while my right hand turned on the vibration button on the end of the vibrator. I let the pulsing vibrations tease between my legs while I spread my legs open more. The water bubbles teased up to my ass and tickled my lips. I pressed the soft round end of the vibrator against my swollen clitoris and pictured Trey's fingers massaging me. It wasn't hard to conjure him up in the hot tub with me. He had been with me mentally all day.
I let the soft tip slowly slide in and out a few times, and then I set the pulsation back against my clitoris. I toyed with myself like this for minutes as I bit my lower lip and felt my body slide deeper into the hot tub. My finger pinched my left nipple, and my hips arched up a bit as I slid the vibrator in deep. Deep and pulsating sensations tingled through my body. I felt the ache and desire, build within me. I knew I could make myself cum. I had done it plenty of times to keep myself from being too wound up. However, this time, as I did it thinking of Trey, I felt as if my own orgasm was not enough. That having Trey actually complete the task would be far better than myself.
I opened my eyes, looked up at the stars. I let my left hand wander down and rub my clitoris as my right hand thrust the vibrator in and out, faster, deeper, and then I felt the wave of completion rush through my body. I pulled the vibrator out yet left my hand between legs, crushing it while the orgasm shook me to my core. I was good to myself. I knew my body well. Better than any man. But somehow, this time, Trey would have made it so much better. And that, was not going to happen. This was, as good or close, as I could let him get. Any closer and the man might make me lethally explode. Yes, I knew my body, my sexual attraction, and I knew if I let Trey get his hands on me - I was done for.
Chapter Five
Wrought from my personal hot tub treatment, I stepped out naked, into the cool of the evening air and noticed my cell had three texts from Trey personally. Perhaps he was thinking of me as I was of him.
The first one asked if I could do two dates in San Francisco tomorrow with a third option on Sunday at the Pier.
The second one had pictures of my choices. All attractive and dark haired, very business looking.
The third text, thanked me for selecting him and to contact Zachery with any questions. He had no idea how great I selected him tonight, but that was between me and the stars.
By midnight, I fell asleep to my second orgasm. I was not done working Trey out of my physically wound up tingling body yet. I was sure his texts got me thinking about him again. He was not an easy man to forget about. Too bad, I had such an emotional hang up with surfer types, otherwise I kept picturing him with a short professional cut, black dress suit and a cut drink glass in his hand and laughing it up, discussing worldly topics with the corporate men while all the women executives complimented me on my fine choice in dates.
The next morning after my six am workout, I texted Zachery and asked for directions. Four hours later, I as driving the highway to my first date. He was to meet me halfway at a roadside crab shack for an early lunch. Then my second date was my one o'clock date, and he was to meet me three miles away from the restaurant for a wine tour. They both knew about each other and my time schedule. They were to be professionally groomed and knew my choice was not a personal one, but a business one.
I pulled up to the Hollow Crab House, a roadside crab shack that had a laid-back atmosphere. I pulled out my cell phone and texted the man I was to meet, that I had arrived. His name is Charlie and the picture Zachery texted showed he met all the physical qualifications, so let's see if he meets my personal qualifications.
I got a text back that he just pulled up in a red Honda Accord. I looked around and notice a tall, physically fit man, get out of his car and look around for what I assume was the matching woman to the picture that Zachery sent him.
I got out and waved my hand to get his attention. He looked my way and smiled. He was attractive by his physical traits. He was tall. At least six foot one. He had a tan complexion and dark-brown eyes with thick lashes. His dark black hair was in a cut I felt was a bit too hip for the professional crowd, but that was something a nice business suit or tuxedo would take away.
I approached him with my hand outstretched as he walked towards me with a smile. He spoke up first as he shook my hand. "Jennifer Everest? I presume."
I smiled, but no natural flirtatious moment took over. It was as if I was meeting a new client. Nothing like what I felt with Trey. "Yes." I finally spoke up with a fake smile on my face. "Charlie. It's nice to meet you."
I decided I would leave a moment of silence pass between us and see if he was the type of man who could step forward and play the chivalry card by asking if I was hungry, thirsty or would like to take a seat and get to know each other. Yet, he just stood there looking around for a second somewhat uninterested, and then he looked over my shoulder at someone and smiled flirtatiously, before he turned back to me. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw an attractive man. A man, if I was not mistaken was my one o'clock wine tour date, Bill. He turned away with his back to us swiftly, and I turned my attention back to Charlie. I had told Zachery that I did not care if the escort was gay; it made it all that much easier for me. He just had to not let it be evident that his interest was not with men when he was with me, as I was paying for him to be my escort.
I cleared my throat and directed Charlie over to an empty seat that overlooked the ocean. I waved my hand to get the waitress's attention that was talking with the man whom Charlie had been checking out earlier. His attractiveness and flirtatious nature held the waitress's attention. At this point, I was almost sure that it was my next escort. He looked my way and smiled. I smiled back and when Charlie turned to me from looking out at the ocean and making a polite comment about the view, I inadvertently raised my eyebrows at him with a forced smile. This meeting was going to be short and sweet. I would let him down easy. A man who compliments the view over company needed to get his priorities straight, particularly if he was trying to get hired by a female as her escort.
Later, as I watched Charlie drive away with a bit of disappointment when I told him that this was not going to happen, that was after I paid for his lobster sandwich and chips. I turned my attention to the man, I was now sure that I was going to be meeting in an hour at the winery just up the road. He winked at me and paid his tab, then I watched him walk away looking very sophisticated in his khaki shorts, leather dress sandals, a white pressed golf shirt and a wicked smile.
I thought back to the moment that I looked on my phone and double checked my intuition about Bill while Charlie had a mouth full of food and still babbled about politics. Zachery would get an email that this Charlie guy, might not bode as well as his initial interview. That his interview skills far surpassed his personable dating skills.
I still had an hour before meeting Bill, and I had not touched much of my sandwich when Charlie was here. I decided to enjoy the view and my meal in peace. When the waitress came back to check on me, she was a bit inquisitive as to why I was still here, but my date had gone. I cocked my head sideways and looked up at her with a polite smile. "He wasn't my date, just a business meeting. Can I bother you for a refill on my drink?" She grabbed my empty ice tea drink that came in a Mason jar and walked away with not much more to our conversation, which was nothing like the conversation that she held with Bill earlier. This led me to believe, before even meeting him, that Bill was the perfect man to play my decoy. He was tall, dark haired, very handsome and very flirtatious in a general sort of way. He immediately caught Charlie's eye without putting out the gay vibe, and yet he held his ground with a very interested waitress. I could see how his social skills were honed. That, and I gave the man credit for coming to my earlier escort interview date, just to see who the competition was and give me a little preview of his social skills.
All in all, it didn't hurt that he was handsome and a great planner. My time was limited; my vote was Bill. That is if he cou
ld show me a little something more at the winery. Perhaps, I wouldn't need to waste my Sunday after all with escort interview number three and instead find a way to apologize to Trey for my abrupt behavior on the day of the interview - in person.
Chapter Six
On the drive home from the winery, I tried to text Zachery, but he did not answer any of his texts, and I needed to know if Bill was available for the next two months. I had left Bill with a sweet soft innocent kiss on the lips, a promise that he would know my answer before tomorrow evening, as he was available as early as Monday. I left him with a pep in my step that I had found the perfect escort. Sexy, funny, very personable, smart and not a single attraction vibe that could get me into trouble. Instead, I could see Bill and myself easily becoming great friends.
I had a full social schedule for the next few weeks of international clients, and he fit the bill perfectly, no pun intended. I tried the escort office but there was no answer. I did not see going out on the Sunday date, when Bill was the man whom I wanted to pull all this off with. If it worked, I would keep him on for the next year. We discussed him living in my spare room, attending college and doing some side work in marketing for me to help Lorna out. He was a hidden gem and there was absolutely no sexual interest, but he was an incredible actor. He had me practically begging for him behind the wine cellar storage room with his flirtatious touch and mannerisms, then we broke out in laughter, and he told me to watch him charm the men. He could act all manly and worldly, act sensitive and caring for the women, flirt the skirt off anyone and spoke three languages decently. He knew how to dress, how to work a room, and he was an aspiring actor who had me fooled. He knew how to avoid political stance without leaving the person offended. He understood the perils of international business and had a way of acting out as if he was a character in a leading movie. He basically charmed me to the point of elation. I found my answer. No strings attached, but I look successful not only in business but in my personal life as well.