The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  Claudette and I met for dinner at the exclusive Blue Ocean Restaurant to discuss Claudette’s plans for the following evening. The Blue Ocean Restaurant disguised itself from plain sight in Bristol’s old warehouse district. It prided itself on its anonymity and lack of reviews. It was the play thing of a Russian Oligarchs wife and it was never meant or expected to attain a profit; but because of the Managers hard work it did a roaring trade among the wealthy and the privileged. We were escorted to our table that offered a panoramic view of the local area, it was a nice view but held nothing to the view that my hostess offered. Claudette wore a black dress that accentuated her curves and hinted at what lay beneath the modest fabric. I knew exactly what rested beneath the fashionable dress and often found it perverse that I was being paid to satisfy this stunning creature. Claudette used my services as the terms of her marriage stipulated that she could not be lovingly unfaithful to her old and hectic American husband. From the information Claudette had given me about her marriage and husband, she hinted that their marriage read like a contract of convenience and the hiring of me as a consultant was allowed in the framework of her agreement. This was now my twenty fifth meeting with Claudette and I am unashamed to admit that I always looked forward to my time with this stunning woman. Claudette was of French-Algerian descent and her mocha complexion was made even more alluring with her deep green eyes. Even though Claudette was approaching her half century, her figure rivaled that of a woman a couple of decades younger. Her husband had effectively stolen her youth so he could show her as a trophy to his fellow billionaires, now she was past the desire for motherhood and filled her time with her own desires.

  Claudette ordered for us both without the need for consultation, many women who employ me like to assert their dominance over me in small and subtle ways. Claudette ordered the Chef’s signature dish twice and asked for a bottle of a Chardonnay that would have cost the same amount as to keep me for a year. We finished eating and slowly our conversation turned to her desires for the bedroom. It was a public forum for her desire yet the seclusion our table afforded us meant that decency was barely maintained.

  “What plans do you have for us tomorrow night?” I asked, but did not expect a straight answer from my hostess.

  Claudette licked her lips and savoured the last vestiges of her wine glass. “I have something to ask you, and I feel somewhat embarrassed to do so!”

  I was intrigued; Claudette did not embrace the notion of embarrassment and her behaviour around me indicated a determined woman in touch with her own sexuality.

  “Please, ask away Claudette!”

  A smile spread across the face of my dinner guest and I could see mischief sparkle in her hazel eyes. “I would like to role play with you Vincent but I wish to seriously immerse myself in my desired character with you!”

  “I can see no problem with that. What did you have in mind?” Claudette continued to smile and I was beginning to feel the excitement build inside me. Claudette was one of the sexiest women I had ever met and there was no end to her libido or sexual fantasies. “As you know Vincent, my life with my husband has been one of privilege. Even in my teens, I lived a life of luxury and although I am grateful for much of the life that I have been afforded; I feel I have missed out on the excitement of the more seedy aspects of the world!”

  “What exactly have you got in mind, Claudette?” I was intrigued and also nervous.

  My guest fumbled for one of her fine and unmistakable cigarettes, she lit it with a practiced hand and gave a look to one of the hovering waiters that left him in no doubt to the reaction he would receive if he dared to enforce the ban on public smoking. Claudette knew that the Manager would not dispute her actions as she brought hundreds of thousands of pounds into his business each year. Hell this date alone probably cost her personal wealth close to £20,000 and most of that was the wine. The Blue Ocean restaurant never placed prices next to their wines or meals; they believed their cuisine was worth whatever they chose to charge. The clientele of this secret establishment expected the best and they were that wealthy, that their prices were a proverbial drop in the ocean. Claudette savoured her one true vice and blew a plume of smoke into the air.

  “I have been reading a tale on my tablet. It is a tale of a prostitute in a rundown estate in this country. It is wild and erotic, the images the writer conveyed to me sets my skin on fire and my heart racing!”

  I began to grasp the idea that Claudette was about to suggest. “You wish to be the down trodden heroine of the story you have been reading!”

  “Exactly Vincent, I want to see the world through her eyes and I wish to experience the darker side of sex with you!” Claudette slipped her shoe from her left foot and rubbed just along my calf with a measured intensity. “Could you arrange the experience for me, I have little knowledge of this kind of thing and it has to be done in a secure way but still seem as real as possible.”

  “Of course Claudette, leave it with me and I shall arrange everything from the clothes to the cheap hotel room.” I thought to myself that this could be an interesting assignment. It would require a lot of planning and attention to detail. I did not want to let Claudette down!

  Claudette smiled with contentment. “Thank you, I look forward to tomorrow night then!”

  “Did you say tomorrow night?” I queried, that was very short notice.

  “Indeed I did Vincent; I have booked you already for Saturday night. Do you never check your schedule?” Claudette laughed, she knew I would not refuse her and so did my agency. I guessed that reception had gleaned a small fortune from tomorrows booking yet I would be receiving a normal fee less my expenses for this adventure. I looked over Claudette’s exotic and warm flesh. She was intoxicating and I knew that there was no way I would ever refuse the desires of this sensual and deeply erotic woman.

  *

  I had little time to prepare for Claudette’s fantasy but I swore to myself that I would not disappoint one of my favourite customers. The irony of Claudette’s scenario was not lost on me. I was being paid £500 plus expenses for this night and Claudette wanted the treatment of a cheap urban whore. An escort paying a client to act like a low end prostitute, not the most bizarre request I have had but definitely the most curious I was sure to enjoy. I had spent my down time reading the books that had captivated Claudette so much; they were works of fiction that bypassed the beatings and chronic drug use. It mattered little this was Claudette’s current fantasy and my job was to make it come true.

  I had borrowed a crappy car from the pool of cars at the agencies garage, it was a patch-worked Ford Mondeo with a huge amount of miles on the clock; it was the kind of car a burnt out salesman or company representative would use. It always surprised me how many of the female fantasies involved cars. I was very tempted to acquire the 1960's muscle car for my adventure but it seemed disharmonious with Claudette’s fantasy. I made a mental note to try to organize a fantasy with a regular customer that would involve that car. It was unlike me to be selfish in that respect but the occasional abuse of power is going to damage my career path.

  The plan for the evening was this; Claudette would mingle around the local night workers and explain who she was. I had given a gift to the areas controller so that she would not get hassle from the other girls. Claudette was not taking their business and she was not a threat. The girls would also shepherd away any unwanted attention and would keep an eye on her.

  Valerie interrupted me as I started to get into the recollection.

  "So you paid off a local scumbag to keep Claudette safe. You realise that was a dodgy piece of business and you were only harming the other girls by acknowledging his dominance over them!"

  "I can see what you mean, but my first responsibility was the welfare of Claudette!" I saw Valerie reassume her moral high ground and I felt anger at her one dimensional moral code.

  "Answer me this Valerie, when a journalist goes into Iraq or Afghanistan don't they endear themselves to the locals and in s
ome cases, the enemy our troops are fighting against?"

  Valerie responded quickly. "Yes, but what does that matter in this instance?"

  I raised my hand to halt her defence. "Do your media colleagues offer money to them?"

  "Yes, of course they do! It is a common courtesy in disputed zones of the world." Valerie had failed to see my point.

  "What do they spend that bribe on?" My words hit home but she lacked the enthusiasm to admit defeat.

  "Anything I suppose, I guess it would be on supplies of some kind!"

  My own anger grew at her naivety. "What about the bombs, the guns and drugs. And let us not forget that they use this weaponry against their own people and our troops!"

  I was surprised that a smart and grown up woman such as Valerie still sulked like a child. She had nothing else to add to my previous point and her fixation on the Dictaphone was her way personal way of communicating that we should move on with my tale. I had obviously scored another point against Valerie’s preconceptions of me and the world in which she lived in. And she would need to speak if she wanted to continue the tale.

  Valerie pulled a face of displeasure and made it clear she wanted to move on immediately.

  “Can we get back to the story please, Mr. Hancock?”

  I had left Claudette to decide on her attire for our erotic experiment and had sent her a text message explaining what the plan was. I had instructed her to go to the old warehouse district and find a street where the ladies of the night hung out. She would introduce herself to the girls as Mimi and they would look out for her as I made my way towards her location. The plan was for me to approach her and solicit her for sex, she would go through her routine with me and then I would eventually agree to her price and pick her up. After that, it would be left to me to decide what happens next. I had yet to fully decide on my final destination. I could take her into a grotty alley way or an empty parking lot. I had even booked a room in a grotty hotel by the motorway. The plan all along was for a quick encounter, then she would get dressed and I would drop her at her luxury hotel in the heart of the city.

  It was just after 21:20 on the Friday night and Claudette had just text me that she was on her way. I felt strange; this was the first job I had undertaken were I was expected to behave as a normal man. All my other assignments had expected me to present myself perfectly, the pressure for that was off but soliciting another person off the street was a new experience for me. What made the assignment more uncomfortable was how I was effectively being the real me. I was not going to be Vincent Hancock, suave and dapper spy or Vincent Hancock the mysterious and distant stranger. Claudette wanted me to speak in a rough and accented tone; she no doubt pictured me as some modern day farm hand for this experience. I was not keen on using my native accent so adopted the slight inflections of the local area. It was not difficult to mimic as it surrounded me at every turn.

  The journey to the red light district did not take long and despite the Ford Mondeo’s advancing years, the car worked like a dream. I sent a text to Claudette whilst I was at traffic lights saying I would be there in less than five minutes. And in return I received a smiling face with a wink; at least it showed she was relaxed on the street. I on the other hand felt extremely nervous, the wad of notes in my wallet made me uncomfortable. I never carried that much cash around with me, everything I did was electronic and accountable. I turned the corner into the red light district and I was met with the fluorescent lights of fast food outlets. The area seemed moderately busy and there seemed to be many girls hanging around in groups of three and four. I drove slowly to see if I could see Claudette but she did not stand out much from the crowd. Nerves created butterflies in my stomach and I feared that she had come to harm. I did not need this stress and hassle. If she was arrested then my entire career and the good name of my agency would be in jeopardy. Claudette wanted the risk and it was all part of her desire, it was this element of spice that made her fantasy complete.

  *

  I soon saw Claudette chatting to a gaggle of younger girls near the turning to the city centre, they seemed happy in their own company and their laughs were audible as I stopped in a loading bay. Claudette clocked me and waived away the night workers from her prey. Claudette looked trashy yet strangely alluring; I had never seen her dress as sexually aggressive as she did that night. Her usual attire was usually elegant were as her cut off jeans and pronounced cleavage left the casual observer in no doubt to her true intentions.

  Claudette tapped on my passenger side window and watched as the dodgy electronics in the car struggled to bring its window open. My sexual plaything laughed at the low end car and offered her opinion whilst keeping character.

  "Jesus Christ, you seriously drive this piece of shit!"

  I looked at Claudette’s obvious and spectacular cleavage as the tight fabric pushed her glorious boobs together.

  "It gets me from A to B darling, but I am far more interested in getting into you right now!"

  Claudette laughed and ridiculed my word play. "I am not getting in that shit heap unless we talk some serious C.A.S.H!"

  I remembered to keep in my vague character and let lust take over. "So sweetheart, how much do you charge?"

  Claudette teased me with a true street walker’s attitude. "Honey, judging by your car I'd say you can't afford me!"

  "I have enough money for the likes of you!" My reply was in keeping in my character but I disliked repeating such words to Claudette.

  She smirked and then changed her mood to righteous anger. "Well fuck you, you scumbag! Save your cash and buy a half decent car!" Claudette winked yet managed to make me feel small and insignificant. She held the power at this moment in time and my purchase of her body was really an offering to tame her superiority.

  Claudette walked away with a swagger in her sexy butt and I had to call back over to her. "Are you worth £50 for a roll, baby"

  "£50, that gets you a fingernail. Is that all the green you got?" Claudette relished the power and I severely disliked this role reversal. She seemed in her element and I wanted to keep her happy.

  "Last offer sweetheart, do you reckon you are worth £90?" My bid was designed to give Claudette an out. I was becoming concerned at the thought of police interference. The last thing I needed was a police record; that would seriously damage business for me and the agency that found me these assignments.

  "I am worth more than that, you got an extra £20 and we have ourselves a deal?" Claudette was playing her role with vigour and I had to agree to progress this situation on.

  Claudette grinned and gave me a look that I would associate with a streetwise veteran of the trade.

  "That sounds more like it, but how do I know you are not a cop?"

  I was about to state the obvious but Claudette silently communicated to me that this was the fantasy and it should not be broken.

  "Okay darling!" I replied sarcastically. “How the hell do I do that then?"

  Claudette winked and gave me a look that was purely devilish. ”I guess there is only one way!"

  Claudette called over to one of the bored looking prostitutes. "Trisha, you got a second?"

  Trisha grinned and virtually sprinted over to the window that Claudette currently occupied. "Hey up, what's shaking sister?"

  I instantly smelt Claudette’s wicked sense of mischief; it seemed that she had deviated from her original plan. I replied in character but I felt unease growing in the pit of my stomach.

  "Your girlfriend here wonders if I am a cop trying to catch her out!"

  Trisha grinned and looked me over. "Not sure my dear, he looks too handsome to be a cop but if he is legit why would he of all people have to pay for it?"

  Claudette laughed. "Good point, shall we do the test?"

  "Sure, I think it’s the only way to know for sure!" Trisha locked her gaze at my crouch and waited.

  I was puzzled and unnerved. “What is this test?”

  “Show us your cock, darling. You need to e
xpose yourself to us, that way we have a leg to stand on if you are the fuzz!” Trisha licked her lips as she chewed her gum, she was eager to see what I had on offer.

  Claudette nodded encouragement whilst maintaining her character. “C’mon prove yourself!”

  I unzipped my fly and rolled my eyes in disbelief, Claudette had total control of this scenario and I was not enjoying my position in this role play. I would have preferred to be dining in a fine restaurant with Claudette right now and I would be in my element. At the moment I felt like a fish out of water despite my occupation. Claudette smiled and asked Trisha’s opinion. “Not bad is it honey?”

  “Holy shit darling! That is a proper trouser snake, if you don’t want this guy I will take him off your hands!”

  Claudette laughed, as I felt even more uncomfortable. Claudette knew that I felt uneasy with women gawping or being crude. My client did not care, she wanted me off guard and Trisha was just another part of her fantasy!

  “Okay, I will come with you but Trisha is coming too. At least I will have company, just in case you are a cop! You will pay Trisha £50 as my chaperone that okay for you Trisha?”

  Trisha licked her lips and replied enthusiastically. “Hell yeah, I am good to go!”

  Both Claudette and Trisha got in the back seat of my Mondeo and ignored their seatbelts. In my mirror I got a good look at both of the girls and Trisha was actually quite an attractive young woman. She must have been early twenties and her denim attire was designed to enhance her delicious ass and slim body. If it were not for the change in skin tone, you could believe them as mother and daughter or even sisters. I found myself trying to judge what Claudette wanted and finally decided it was easier just to let her go through with her ad hoc schemes.