Mindy sat across from Frank at the tiny table in the very classy boutique restaurant. They had shared a very tasty lunch and were making small talk while they finished their time together for the day. Frank looked at Mindy, the sun from the windows lighting up her tan skin and making her eyes sparkle and shine. She smiled and her white teeth were like pearls against the pink of her lips and the blond streaked brown hair. Her large breasts pushed out against the fabric of her expensive low-cut dress and he admired the way the cleavage came together inside the bodice. Her tan legs were crossed, the hem of her short skirt high above her perfect knees and she looked at him quizzically as he sighed. She asked him what he was thinking.
"Mindy, baby," he replied, "I was just wishing there was some way I could have you all to myself and at the same time, knowing there's not. I've been a family man too long and have too big an investment in my wife and kids and our home, but damn, I wish it could be different when I'm with you."
She nodded. "I understand, Frank. I wish the same thing sometimes, but I know it can't ever happen. And I don't know if it would be as good that way is it is this way. I always think of you and know how good I've got it with you and how much you give me every time we are together. It's always so perfect. I love it that way. But, you know, I also love my freedom but I guess I shouldn't say that."
"No, it's ok, baby. I understand. And I would never try to hold you from doing whatever you feel like is good for you. I know there are lots of other men in your life and some you may care about too. That's ok. I just want for you to be happy, and I hope you will still want to be with me sometimes. It means a lot to me."
They parted company, and as Mindy walked back to her car, she thought about the fact that other than Frank and her clients, there really wasn't any other man in her life. No just regular civilian sex any more, just work. Maybe that wasn't such a good thing. She felt the need to take some cute guy home and just have sex, with no financial implications. No attachments and only the promise of more to come. She shook her head at herself, thinking how she would have never dreamed of such a thing a few short months ago. Times had certainly changed and her with them. She had quit her job, living just off the income of her escort business, and had begun wearing nicer clothes and taking more time to take care of herself. She had always been careful with her appearance but now it was one of the top concerns of her mind.
She knew that to command the rate she got as an escort her looks had to be always as close to perfect as possible and her service also. She made sure her haircut was perfect and her skin was smooth and silky even more than before. She always took the time to be beautiful. Mindy got into her car and left the restaurant, heading home to her neat little apartment, thinking about what to do with the money that had started piling up in her hiding places at home. It was something else she would need to talk to Frank about.
Just as she pulled into her parking space at home, her cell phone rang. It was Jim and he wanted to see her that evening. She thought about it, and since she didn't have anything planned she said she would see him. They met that night at a hotel on the edge of town for two very pleasing and satisfying hours, and when she left him, she had a very full envelope that he had given her to cover the evening and the day on the boat. When she opened it, she found another three thousand dollars. She smiled to herself as she thought about it. It was so much money for having so much fun.
The next night Mindy was out on the town with Brenda for the first time in weeks. They were dressed sexily and provocatively in short skirts and bra tops that showed a lot of skin. Their feet were in strappy high heels that showed off the graceful curves of their calves and ankles. Two very sexy women, they were out scouting the local scene. They wandered into one of the more popular bars in town, looking over the young, hot crowd as they found a table and ordered drinks. It only took a few minutes for the guys in the bar to start looking their way and moving slowly closer. They began animated conversations with several of the guys who were flocking around the girls. As Mindy talked, and listened, she suddenly realized how shallow and immature the guys were. They were all her age or a little older, but to her, they were like teenage boys or bantam roosters, strutting and puffing, trying to impress the girls. Mindy leaned over to Brenda, "This is kind of sad, they are all so silly and so cocksure of themselves. And some of them just don't realize they don't have a prayer to score with us. They are really leaving me cold."
Brenda laughed, "Mindy, girl, you have been hanging around grown men too much. These little darlings can't make a sentence, but they can fuck like the hounds they are. And don't you remember the old joke about the one bitch in heat and all the male dogs behind her, from a Great Dane to a Chihuahua, all hoping to just get in the action. It will be alright. Just have a few more drinks, and let it go. You'll have some fun. I promise."
Two hours later, Mindy had to agree. She was having fun. She and Brenda were still surrounded by half a dozen determined if not smooth operators. They were all holding out the chance that they could be the one to take one of these beauties home for a night of hot sex, with little or no sleep but total passion and exhaustion in the morning. They had gotten up several times to dance with different guys and each time; Mindy had found herself ending up in the tight embrace of a good looking, young stud that had plans for her.
