The last fifteen some odd years my life has been a fucking cliché. You know the one, a skinny ballless bastard husband married to an overweight wife who doesn't show any emotional affection, any physical affection, and SEX!? Yea, right, once every second Tuesday of even numbered months would more than double what I was getting. But, I had my son and my daughter that I loved and didn't want to lose, I even had my house that I didn't want to lose either, hell, even the god damned dog! And I'd lose all of them as well as three quarters of my income in this state if I tried for a divorce. My wife would do everything in her power to make sure I never saw my kids again, do everything in her power to turn them against me and grow up hating me.
So, fuck it. I lived with it, but I didn't tolerate it. There was a large and liberal city not too far away and there were plenty of 'providers' in the area. That's the new modern day woke euphemism for the oldest profession on the face of the planet for those who didn't already know, and I'd put aside a little here, shove a twenty in a sock drawer there, and when I had saved up enough I'd go shopping.
There are some very beautiful and very sweet women out there who are providers, and I saw a couple of them more than once. Ok, four or five times.... maybe a few more than that might count as a bit more than once. But I'd still book with someone new from time to time. I might be ballless but I'm still a guy so another notch on the bedpost, do my part for diversity with all those beautiful colors, shapes and sizes.
About a year ago a new provider caught my eye. Young, petite, not skinny but certainly not overweight, auburn hair and leaving very little to the imagination with her add besides her face which was blurred out. Even more, her 'nice, clean, private' incall was in the town I lived in. All the other women I had seen in the past had lived in and around that 'big' city thirty miles away, and the added spice of the danger with her in town certainly had my attention. So I set up a time to go and visit this lovely young lady and on the day in question I got up, showered and left for work just like any other normal work day. But I wasn't expected in at work until 10am that morning since I had arranged to see my new paramour at eight.
Her private incall certainly was private. It wasn't in town, but a few miles out with a very long gravel drive right off the main highway leading into that 'big city', a road I took almost everyday to and from work. A small light blue ranch with a fenced yard and large gravel turnaround was at the end of the drive and I pulled up and checked to make sure I had everything I needed. Donation, condoms, and a couple of mint altoids and I was good.
The morning air was pretty crisp, maybe in the high 40's and expected to go all the way up to the mid 70's by the end of the day, but a bit cool for me wearing just a pair of Teva's, jeans sans boxers, and a light UnderArmor shirt so I was in a bit of a hurry to get inside. For more than one reason obviously. The door opened almost as soon as I knocked and there she stood wearing a red lace negligee edged in black with a see through silky kimon around her shoulders and nothing else. Just like her pictures she was petite, maybe five foot two or three, B cup breasts with her dark areola's visible through her negligee, a little on the plump side, but very beautiful. And her face...
Oval, with a small upturned nose, clear gray eyes and short cut auburn hair. She had put on makeup for our rendezvous but it wasn't overdone and helped to highlight those gray eyes staring up at me.
In surprised shock.
"Jason?" she asked with a note of panic.
"Ahh, Kellie, I... ahhh..."
I was pretty much at a loss. I mean, what are the fucking chances!
"You can't tell anyone!" Kellie instantly blurted, "Please, you can't say a thing!"
"Me? How about both of us not say anything!"
Kellie kept staring up at me for several moments and then seemed to come to her senses and glanced down the drive to where you could see cars passing back and forth on the highway, a few of those cars almost certainly with people with both knew riding in them.
"Come inside before someone sees you!" Kellie said and stepped aside to let me walk in.
As soon as I was through Kellie slammed the door a bit too hard while I kicked off my Teva's and turned to stare down at her. Kellie seemed to be staring at anything but back up at me while she bit her lip.
So my son and daughter both attend a charter school. What the fuck does that have to do with the price of tea in... what is it, India? China? Anyway, it just so happened that Kellie's daughter attended the same school and that her daughter and my soon were both friends. We got to see each other at school functions, hell, I think my wife and her had meet at the park for our kids to have play dates! I figured I better start playing the damned lottery this fucking week. I finally cleared my throat to get her attention.
"You know what, I won't tell anyone about this if you won't and I can just leave," I said, "I mean, nothing's happened so no harm, no foul."
Yea, and the fucking erection tenting out my jeans was NOT happy about that possibility.
"I can't believe this!" Kellie finally said while still biting her lip and not looking at me.
At times I can open my mouth and be a huge dumb ass, I got very lucky and kept my mouth shut this time and just waited. After a few minutes Kellie finally looked up at me.
"You can't say anything, Jason!" Kellie said again.
"We'd both get screwed if I did," I replied, "Trust me, I'm not saying shit."
"I..." Kellie began and then took a deep breath, "I was kind of counting on this to pay some bills.
