Thanks again for such a wonderful response to my first story. I have added a few new tags to it as the story has developed, so please start from Chapter 1 to learn about the characters and how they got here, otherwise the story won't make much sense.
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Lennie and Cindy were sitting in Lennie's living room a few days later in the middle of the afternoon, enjoying each other's company, when Lennie spoke up.
"Cindy, I have an idea to run past you."
"What's that, Lennie?" Things had gotten back to normal. The girls were catching up with their clients after a long, unplanned break. Other than Cindy, the other girls had been scarce. Cindy had pulled out the notes that she had taken when Lennie had asked her to decorate, and she was focused on the job.
"You've been bugging me about not being with all of the girls. The fact is that we're all busy people. The girls have their schedules, and I'm busy too. Instead of trying to coordinate schedules, how about this?"
Cindy looked into his eyes, patiently waiting for the answer. Her interest in his idea had peaked.
"I've got this big house, and I live here all alone unless you or one of the girls are visiting. How about all of the girls staying here for a week or two? Better yet, maybe move in if they'd like to."
Cindy said nothing, but her mind was envisioning what he had said. "Tell me more, Lennie."
"You are really moving forward with your interior design of my place. I love what you've already done with our master bedroom." It didn't go unnoticed to Cindy that he specifically said "our master bedroom".
"There are four other big bedrooms upstairs already. There is also nearly twenty-five hundred square feet of unfinished space on the first floor that could easily be turned into two or three bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms. There's room for a couple of walk-in showers and maybe a Jacuzzi tub like what's in the master bath. Each girl could have their own bedroom. And I would have the opportunity to see all the girls throughout the days and evenings."
Cindy's smile was magnificent, and combined with her brilliant blue eyes, it melted Lennie's heart on the spot. She loved nothing more than to make her man happy by designing and furnishing Lennie's nearly-new home.
"One more thing, I was thinking there is enough room on the lower floor to add a home gym. It would save us travel time every day to and from the gym. Our instructors could come here every day instead, even if it costs more money. It sure would save us time."
Cindy paused and then said, "You know, Lennie, that's a great idea! Of course, the current bedrooms now have little more than a bed in them; there would be a lot more decorating that would have to happen." Lennie smiled because she was in agreement.
"Of course, a lot more furniture would have to be purchased. You could work with every girl to design their own bedroom the way they liked."
"Put it all on this." Lennie paused for a moment and pulled out his wallet, handing her a credit card.
"And I'll work with our trainers to design the workout room. You know, flooring, machines, equipment, lighting, and accessories. Tony and Matt will know exactly what we should get."
"Lennie, that's a fantastic idea! I'll get started today. You know, this is going to take quite a bit of my time. I think I'll tell DJ that I'm not going to visit any clients for the rest of the week as well as the next couple of weeks. The service is doing well after all."
Lennie's ears perked up when he heard her say she wasn't working for a few weeks.
Over the next three weeks, Cindy put her design skills into overdrive. Contractors were hired at a premium rate to ensure they would finish quickly. She got in touch with each girl to get their input on how they wanted to decorate their room and what furniture they wanted in it.
Lennie liaised with Tony and Matt to get their idea of a perfect home gym and followed their direction. Equipment and furniture were delivered and set up. The new gym was ready first. Cindy kept at her new project and didn't leave for a single date again for an additional third full week, making Lennie even happier. The contractors needed another week to finish the additional bedrooms and bathrooms.
The trainers arrived four days a week to guide their clients' workouts. All the other girls, now regular visitors at Lennie's, would sit in the gym watching Lennie and Cindy workout along with the two hunky trainers. By the end of the first day, all of the girls had asked if they could have their custom workouts with, of course, the two hunky trainers as their personal instructors.
They hired the two trainers for their custom workout routines. Tony and Matt's income had tripled because all the girls insisted on the "deluxe" package, and except for their existing clients, both quit taking new clients.
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Samantha had given Tony a heads-up about the living situation and what every girl did, but was asked specifically to keep it from Matt. The only new bit of information was that the other girls were in the same profession that Sam was. She decided it was up to Lennie to tell Matt.
"Lennie, you need to tell Matt something; he will eventually find out or figure out what we girls do. Tony is sworn to secrecy, but you know Matt is eventually going to ask him something, and it isn't fair to force Tony to lie about us."
"Yeah, you're right Cindy. I'll say something tomorrow when they come for a training session."
After the next day's workout, while cooling down, Lennie asked Matt if he wanted a smoothie. Tony wanted one too. Walking back downstairs from the kitchen Lennie made three fruit, yogurt, and ice blended smoothies. He gave one to each trainer. Taylor was sitting in her morning robe on the far side of the room, waiting for Lennie after he was done talking with the trainers.
"Matt, I just want to tell you how satisfied I am with the program you designed for me, and your daily dedication to supporting me. And the rest of the girls are really happy, too."
"Sure, Lennie, happy that you are happy, and also, you are my best client. Meaning, you pay well, and it's always on time. You listen to my instructions and follow them the best you can. And heck, you referred me to maybe five other clients as well. I wish everyone was as supportive as you are. It definitely helps my little business. Gotta say if I didn't have that four million left over from my NFL guaranteed contract, I couldn't support myself with this job."
"Really?" Lennie queried. "Do you not have enough clients, or is it that they don't want to or can't pay your rates? It seems to me you're fair with the superior individual service you offer. You aren't some ex-jock hanging out, getting paid minimum wage, helping people going through a simple fitness routine. What you offer is a dozen times better."
"Thanks, Lennie. Yeah, so many of my clients compare me to the chain gyms. It's not the same."
"Matt, there's one more thing I have to tell you. I've been hiding an important truth from you, and I have to come clean. You would figure it out eventually anyway."
"What, Lennie?" Matt was more curious than concerned.
"The girls. There is no easy way to say it: so I'll just say it, the girls are all high-end escorts. And Samantha's real name isn't Sam, but Cindy. They've been escorts long before I met her. Samantha is her stage name."
It caught Matt off-guard, and he paused. "You're kidding." The look on Lennie's face didn't change."You're not kidding. Wow. Well, okay, thanks for cluing me in. Does Tony know?"
"Yeah, he has known for fifteen years, as long as Sam has worked for him."
"What name should I use?" He was stunned, yet kept his cool.
"Around here, use Cindy, but anytime in public, use Samantha." Matt simply nodded. Matt had a look on his face, partially shocked, partially surprised, partially humorous.
"Okay, Lennie, got it."
"I've never hired any of them; they have become good friends, in addition to Cindy being my girlfriend. Now you know. I hope it doesn't change anything regarding our business arrangement."
"It's all good, Lennie." Maybe someday he could share this story with his circle of friends. But not until Lennie said it was ok, and that wasn't going to be for a long time.
After the first workout session in the completed new gym, Cindy and Lennie were enjoying smoothies. "This is so great, babe. It will be kind of weird to see my clients in person again." What did that mean exactly?
"Wait," Lennie interjected and asked, "You haven't seen a client for nearly four weeks now. What do you mean, in person?"
"Lennie, I have been active with most of my regulars this entire time. I FaceTime them with my iPad. I'll talk with them for maybe fifteen or thirty minutes, but sometimes it will be an hour or more. I have phone sex or dance in the nude with a few of them, but mostly we just talk. That's the upside to a good 'Girlfriend Experience'. I make money with phone calls. I like working with them more and more, instead of new clients. The housewives are happy to take the new clients."
"Your clients are satisfied with phone calls and occasional phone sex?"
"Yes, Lennie, with my regulars, most of my time has nothing to do with sex unless you include nudity. Most of them like me naked, but sex? Physical sex is only a part of most encounters. Sure, some clients just want a quickie for a couple of hours, but even then, over half the time, we are just lying there together, talking, touching, and maybe kissing. I am honestly close to these guys. I've known many of them over a decade—a few of them nearly two decades."
She paused, and a new idea popped into her head.
"Guess I'm starting the next phase of my career beyond escort and whore. I'm becoming a muse-slash-therapist. A mostly naked one, but there's a lot less physical sex compared to earlier years."
"I'm impressed, sweetie." Lennie thought about it. Now, this is the kind of career for her that he could handle. It would be so much better on his mind, and their relationship, at least for him.
Finally, the day arrived. The remodeling was complete. Lennie poured a berry smoothie for Cindy after he poured the other one for himself. "Let the girls know it's time to move in. We just need to furnish their rooms. Why don't you give them a call and have them come over? And one more thing, Cindy."
"What?" Lennie just stared at her, smiling. After a long quiet gap, she said, "Aannndddd?"
