In the Service of Women

by Shayne McClendon

Sonia piped in with, “Well I have dibs on Alice,” causing Paige to snarf tea through her nose in a very un-Paige like way.

  I decided to feed the group and enjoy their conversations before heading out to my place. Talk was fast and furious when Rolande appeared at the door. “Bumboclot! No one can sleep with all the giggling down here. Am I missing something?”

  “Alice made breaky and it’s delicious,” Sonia replied cheerfully and scored another snarf from Paige. I was impressed, two in a row. We high-fived like juveniles.

  Rolande came to the table and placed a hot kiss on Viv’s lips, which was returned hungrily. Paige said, “I’m eating, ladies. My goodness.”

  “Seems to me you’ve enjoyed more than tea and a kiss in this kitchen,” I said and damn if I didn’t get a third snarf through the nose! I gave Sonia a wink as Paige glared over her napkin at both of us.

  After a while, once Rolande was settled with us, I told Vivienne about the night before. She listened as she ate, and asked questions here and there. “You know the match-making can blow up in your face, right?” I nodded. “Okay, I’ll arrange it and send Tricia’s money back. Keep what I sent you and think of it as a bonus for the work at Michaela’s which I meant to reimburse you for.”

  We talked for a while about ideas for Tricia’s blind date, and settled on an exhibit at the Viscaya Museum, a tour of Las Olas on a riverboat, and dinner at a local Italian eatery Vivienne loved. Plenty of stuff to look at but also opportunity for good conversation. The stage was set, the actors just had to show up and blow each other away.

  I cleaned up the breakfast dishes and made another pot of coffee. Ezbeth came in looking sweaty and I fussed that I hadn’t realized she was upstairs. “I wasn’t, I just jogged here from my place. Is there coffee?” I produced a cup for her and she plopped into a chair next to Paige. “You stayed? Why didn’t you crash at my place?” she whispered.

  Interesting. There was an awkward silence around the table as everyone processed that tidbit of information.

  Paige had the good grace to blush and gave a slight shake of her head. Ezbeth pretended not to get it. “You don’t want anyone to know we’re shagging outside the company?” Another blush and Paige cleared her throat.

  “Bit of news, everyone. I’m officially dating Ezbeth on our off-hours.” She looked at Ezbeth who was beaming. “Happy now?”

  Ezbeth nodded and leaned over to hug her girlfriend. I was glad she hadn’t been present during my quip about Paige getting thoroughly fucked in the kitchen, her pussy slathered with marmalade, back when I started with the company.

  Eventually, everyone departed to their prospective homes. By noon I was cruising my bike down I-95 on my way home. I met Decklan for dinner that night at Baha Café and he made fun of my intentions over tacos. He could be such a shit.

  I knew the date, the two of them, were going to be perfect.

  Turned out, all our plans were for nothing. Viscaya was shut down due to a major water main break, the riverboat ride sucked, and sudden rain drove Simon and Tricia into Cheesecake Factory where they tried seven different cheesecakes for dinner.

  Tricia called me after Simon dropped her home, after receiving a proper kiss goodnight from the perfect gentleman. She talked a mile a minute about how wonderful, attentive, and charming Simon was.

  I met up with Tricia a few more times to facilitate the transition from old loser to new lover, platonically. Simon was able to use his legal contacts to get her contract voided with Jerrod and she moved every piece of evidence belonging to him onto her front lawn.

  After several getting-to-know-you dates, the two of them were involved in a passionate love affair that culminated in marriage two years later.

  Simon still practices law and refuses to represent Tricia, stating conflict of interest. He found her one of the few honest agents in the business and her popularity grew steadily over the years. I love a good happily ever after…especially when it turned out Jerrod wasn’t even in the US legally and they deported his lying ass back to Uruguay.

  Chapter Twenty-Four – The Rookies

  January 2001

  Life within the company went through a stressful patch in December. Max would be leaving at the beginning of January and Vivienne still hadn’t found anyone to replace her. She was very particular about whom she trusted to drive us…and back us up if we needed it.

  Lera had been gone for several months, and though the rest of us had assumed her clients, everyone was experiencing burn-out after the chaotic holiday season. People didn’t like to be alone during the month or so of festivities, they wanted us to take them to parties, join them for the boat parade, and soothe their loneliness.

  I’d been working four long nights a week for two months straight, which might not seem like a lot, but trust me, the job was not all fun and games. If I had a date with a client on Thursday, I had to be at Vivienne’s by early afternoon to prepare.

  I generally met a client in the early evening, stayed through the night, and returned to Viv’s the next morning. A short rest before repeating the process for a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday client, and I was pretty consistently booked every weekend.

  By the time Monday rolled around, you wanted to soak in a hot tub and read a book. Four sixteen-hour-days in a row could take everything out of the strongest person.

  Our client list had grown a lot in the time I’d been working with Viv, proven by the New Year’s Eve party she held that year. There were dozens more guests than the prior year and the show we’d done the year before was repeated with the addition of Sonia. Our daisy chain was quite lovely.

  I’d received more client requests and figured I’d have to start working additional nights to fit them all in. I didn’t like the idea because I didn’t like my clients to feel rushed. Vivienne agreed.

  She decided she’d waited too long to recruit a couple more girls to work for her. When I met the first couple of possibles I was a bit taken aback. Viv was known for her strict standards and the first two girls she brought home were cousins from Michigan who looked like they’d come for Spring Break and never left. Horrible orange tans, bleached out hair, and attitude to spare.

  She threw them out of her house in the middle of the night when they asked her where they could score some coke. I couldn’t figure out how they’d made it to her house to begin with.

  Another girl seemed great until Ma-Ying came in to wax her and she said she wasn’t about to have some ‘slant-eye’ touch her. Out the door she went, and not a moment too soon since I’d overheard her from the kitchen and came barreling into the salon area with a rolling pin. I wasn’t going to listen to that shit.

  The fourth girl seemed to have potential, but Viv was getting tired of looking and I worried she’d never had the heart for it in the first place. The woman was a pretty brunette with big eyes named Chloe. She passed the initial test and didn’t say anything that would earn her an ass-whooping during her preparations.

  Her first few dates went without a hitch, but she developed an obvious crush on one of her clients. Katie and I didn’t see that ending well but kept out of it.

  Two more failed attempts to expand our ranks and then Vivienne discovered Julissa in a mall kiosk, selling makeup. Flawless skin, ash blond hair, and legs about a mile long. She carried herself well and spoke intelligently.

  We all breathed a sigh of relief because she was grounded like the rest of us. Lissa loved anything to do with the sea. She was a master diver and many of her appointments would be arranged on a charter Vivienne hired to take them out.

  She settled right in, which was a good thing because Chloe had an emotional purging with the client she swore she was in love with and scared the hell out of the woman. Viv put her on a bus back to Des Moines and told her to get an education and avoid this line of work in the future.

  We were back to our original number but still had issues with a driver. Vivienne begged Decklan to fill in until we could find someone. He agreed for the short term and drove us fo
r Max’s going away party. Another night of excess drinking, excess dancing, and plenty of laughter.

  There were more tears. As she’d done for Lera, Vivienne created a stunning portfolio for Max of all her photos. She presented them in a lovely teak box with brass accents and balled her eyes out when we said goodbye to Max at her townhome in Hallandale. Her boyfriend was standing outside and we openly swooned over him before piling back in the limo and heading to Viv’s place.

  We poured Vivienne into her bed and locked up before crashing in various rooms around the house. Of course, Ezbeth and Paige called a cab and went back to their love shack.

  After Lissa was settled in, I’d be able to go back to three nights a week. All of us were looking forward to that.

  Chapter Twenty-Five – The College Student

  February 2001

  Paige sprained her wrist when she slipped down Viv’s penthouse stairs and I ended up with one of her clients on the first weekend I’d had off in months. The woman was closer to my age than any of my clients. Paige was sure I’d have a wonderful time, and mentioned she’d needed a break for a while and the fall sped it along.

  This customer was apparently a handful. When I dressed that night, Decklan asked me not to go, which I found strange. When he realized he’d stated his thoughts out loud, he laughed it off and said he’d hoped to catch a movie instead. I told him we had plenty of time for a movie, but right now he needed to work his magic and make me a fairy princess. His expression was completely closed but he did it.

  Allison Montgomery came from serious money out of Memphis and was attending college at the University of Miami. Her major was psychology but her real interest was sex therapy.

  She was more adorable than gorgeous. Small, barely 5’1”, with the brightest green eyes and shiniest golden blond hair I’d ever seen. She was tanned from hours at the beach and had perfectly manicured fingers and toes. She didn’t work and didn’t apologize for it.

  Her family knew she was “unique” in her pursuits, and suggested an out-of-state college. They’d endured years of her behavior and simply couldn’t take it anymore. They were old money and didn’t want her nonsense so close to home.

  In high school, Allison pulled a train for the basketball team…the primarily black basketball team. This was discovered when the female gym coach entered the locker rooms to lock up after a game and caught four six foot plus young men holding Allison suspended in mid-air, while a fifth fucked her with his 10” dick.

  To give Allison her due, she hadn’t panicked when the woman had appeared, simply asked her to return at a better time. She remained in the locker room until her own father and the minister of her church arrived.

  She’d asked to be allowed to shower the rivers of come from her body, to which her father responded by passing out. The minister had no response and simply stood watching her pert tits and tight ass as she entered the showers. The girl had no shame.

  I wasn’t afraid of what might happen with Allison. She was barely twenty-one, tiny, and packed with devilry…my kind of evening.

  We began our evening at Baja Beach Club. It was my first time but would become a favorite off-hours hangout. The music was slamming out into the street and the bartenders were amazing to look at, both men and women.

  Allison was wearing a barely present spandex mini skirt and a shimmering silver scooped halter. Her boots came up to her knees and her well-defined thighs caught my attention immediately.

  I was wearing the tightest jeans I’d ever owned, a black crop top with built-in support because there was no room in there for a bra, and Doc Martens. My hair was positively HUGE. There was silver on my wrists and ears; my makeup was waterproof black eyeliner, black mascara, and silvery eye shadow. I felt like Sandra Dee from Grease but I knew the crew wouldn’t send me out if I didn’t look really good.

  Once we’d entered the club, without being carded, she pulled me to the middle of the dance floor and began dancing to I Love Rock-n-Roll by Joan Jett. She was a great dancer and had more confidence than anyone I’d ever seen. We danced for hours; briefly stopping when I needed bottled water. Allison drank Sea Breezes like they were water but didn’t appear even slightly affected by the alcohol.

  She was fun to be with. We yelled/talked above the pumping music and hit it off well. She mentioned she adored Paige but she was glad she’d gotten me instead. Paige was older and tended to mother Allison a bit…unless she was eating her out. After confiding that bit of information, Allison laughed hysterically.

  Let's Go Crazy pumped from the huge speakers and she started dancing all over the place, looking around for men to dance with us. I didn’t need one; I had no problem dancing alone. But she returned with a couple of guys that didn’t look half bad.

  She let them know right off we were together so not to even think about scoring, but if they danced with us, she’d make all the women in the room believe they were the most incredible men in the place.

  They ground against us for a couple of songs, Shake Your Bon Bon and Who Let the Dogs Out and did a stellar job of holding their own. When Arms Wide Open started, we danced slow and dirty and tongued them down. As the song ended, we pretended to give them our numbers.

  As we moved away, three other girls approached to take our place and the guys were smiling widely. Allison simply returned to dancing with me to Maria Maria which got her grinding her pussy against my thigh. The raunchy mood was broken somewhat by YMCA but we laughed and joined in anyway.

  When my old favorite Brown-Eyed Girl by Van Morrison started playing, she got the bartenders to pull me up on the bar during their skit and they sang to me. I was actually almost embarrassed, but having a fabulous time.

  When the song was over, one of the bartenders tried to pick me up (as well as several other men who’d gotten a great view of my ass from below), but I declined with, “Maybe another night…” He was gracious and helped me back down to the dance floor.

  Allison was hugging me and giggling like a little kid. She was so sweet and carefree. The bar closed at four and we jumped in her Z28 and headed back to her condo on Biscayne Bay.

  When we arrived, we were greeted by Allison’s “Sexual Posse” – no, seriously, that’s what they called themselves…they even had jackets. They’d known one another for years and liked to “share experiences” together.

  A younger version of the swing parties many of my older clients sometimes held.

  They were in bathrobes. Waiting. I was a bit taken aback at first. Paige hadn’t warned me. I was so going to get her in the morning. If I survived.

  There were three guys and two other girls. Allison and myself brought the female total to four.

  Megan was shy but gorgeous. About my height with shoulder-length black hair and large eyes shaped like a cats’. Her skin was deeply brown and all softness. She introduced herself politely and I could tell she was the type that took a bit more time to warm up. Her lips were full and ripe.

  Tristan was Brazilian and stunning. Dark brown hair, pale brown eyes, and honey colored skin. He introduced himself by twirling me into a dance step and dipping me backwards. Then he planted a firm, sensual kiss on my lips. Very nice.

  Douglas looked like a lumberjack. He was about 6’3”, had blond curly hair, puppy eyes, and bent for a demure kiss on my cheek. He was so broad across the shoulders and back I could see nothing behind him when he stood in front of me. It was easy to see he liked observing the room a lot more than being part of it.

  Crystal wasn’t shy at all and walked up on me as if we’d been fucking for years. She grabbed me and pulled me to her, grinding her mouth against mine. Her hair was a shocking shade of purple and her eyes a deep blue, the contrast was incredible. Her skin was so pale I knew she must avoid all exposure to the sun. There was a wildness about her that excited me.

  Ken was Chinese, taller than most Asian men I’d met, with dark black hair and eyes. He watched me with interest and shook my hand. When I went to remove it, he lifted it to his
lips and kissed my palm. It was a classy move, and I smiled warmly.

  After all introductions had been taken care of, Allison said she and I were taking showers, and we’d take a short rest. I did the former, snatched 20 minutes of the latter in Allison’s room, and felt refreshed.

  I turned to Allison, sleeping peacefully beside me on her king size, cherry wood sleigh bed, and began gently stroking her thigh to wake her. She rolled over and smiled. There was no doubt she was horny. She was already running the side of her foot along my calf.

  I sat up on my elbow and looked down at her. She really was very lovely…and I wanted her. “Should we call everyone in?” I asked.

  “Sure, I’ll get them in a minute. Are you alright with this, Sarah? I could tell by the look on your face Paige didn’t mention my little club. If you’re uncomfortable, I won’t be upset. I never thought I’d see Megan down with this, Douglas either, and wouldn’t have judged them if they hadn’t been.” She rose a bit to kiss me. “I was the main client. If you need it to stay that way, they can entertain themselves. Trust me.”

  I stroked her lower lip with my tongue, replying, “Allison, I’ve done a few swing parties. But those usually start with everyone except me drinking martinis and snorting coke. Your friends look nice and I doubt there is anything that can be done tonight I haven’t done before…multiple times.”

  A slight nip and another slow stroke of her lip. “One thing I can assure you of…this will be the youngest party of its kind I’ve attended.” I traced a finger over her breast through the robe and earned a shiver. “Call them.”

  “Excellent!” She kissed me and jumped from the bed. When she got to the door, she smiled at me again before opening it. “Party people, you may enter!”

  After a few moments, during which time Allison put on a stack of CD’s in her stereo for background, they each filed in, Crystal and Tristan immediately removing their robes. Allison stood to the side to see how things unfolded.