Chapter 01: Russ
I have multiple lovers. Jealous? You shouldn't be. Sure they have money, otherwise, why would I be with them? And the sex is always exhilarating and non-stop. The men treat me right and shower me with gifts. But you know what? It's damn hard keeping them all happy. It's even more difficult keeping them a secret from each other. I have a system all down pat.
For the past year, Monday nights are for Eddie. At 30, he's younger than me (although he doesn't know it. Tall, athletic, and very energetic. He has more money and more kinks than anyone I know. One would automatically think he's a keeper.
Wednesdays are for Jason, and they have been for about eighteen months. At 40, he's slightly older than me. He's not so hot, and he's not so rich. He has a receding hairline and the beginnings of a beer belly. I have a strong feeling he's married. He has that defeated and henpecked look about him.
But I follow the don't ask, don't tell rule. Normally, I wouldn't give Jason the time of day, but there's something to be said about being the highlight of his week. Hell who are we kidding? I'm the luckiest thing that has happened to him in his life. But that's not why I hook up with him every Wednesday. Jason comes in real handy at times. He can call in a favor for anything at any time. I would think he was part of the Mafia or something, but he's just not that interesting.
And then there's Russ. Russ is the oldest of the lot. He's in his late fifties. He reeks of sophistication and success. I would love for some of that to rub off on me, but after seeing him every Friday for the past 2 years, I can safely say, if it hasn't happened yet, it's not going to. Russ was my provider, my sugar daddy. He had bought my condo for me and on special occasions he gives me exquisite jewelry. Only with this type of set up our expectations are clear and up front. There's no confusion. No hurt feelings. I'm a sure thing. I like this kind of arrangement and I've decided long ago dating is for amateurs.
Was that the doorbell? Uh oh. What day is it? Shit. I have no clue. My gut twists sharply. I wrap my arms around my stomach and stare at the door. I hate when this happens. That's one of the downsides of being a moonlighting mistress. Is it Wednesday? I hurry towards the door, fix an inviting smile on my face and grab the doorknob. My heart is pounding against my chest. Sometimes I have weird dreams of all three guys showing up at the same time. Not that it would happen, I made sure of it. But the possibility, no matter how remote, still gets my blood pumping.
Swinging open the door, my first thought is that there is only one man in front of me. Whew. I pause, connecting the name with the lover. I'm very proud that I have never called out the wrong name. Ok, I admit that I use the same endearment for each of them. It's safer that way, especially when my mind wanders during sex.
"Hello baby." I say seductively.
Today is Friday. My smile grows and it's probably with relief when I see Russ. I lean forward letting my high and full breasts brush against his arm. I place a gentle kiss on his lips and slyly dart my tongue in his mouth, tasting a hint of cigar. I usher him inside.
"I've missed you baby."
Ok, not entirely true. So what. It's what they all want to hear and my job is to create a fantasy for them. And it's not like I can't stand to be around Russ. Would I spend my Friday nights with him if money wasn't involved? I don't know. I like fucking him. I like getting paid to have sex. I probably shouldn't admit to any of that, especially the last part.
But it's true. I might get paid to have sex, but that doesn't mean I'm the most knowledgeable person about the subject. Being a kept woman isn't about knowing ancient sexual secrets I remind myself. It's all about attitude. I am to act as if I exist solely for his pleasure.
"I know I'm late." Russ says in his usual brisk tone.
He steps inside and takes off his coat.
"Would you like something to drink?" I ask him.
