Melissa had always, to date, been perfect in vetting customers. There was always that
is there something fishy
? about this booking, question. Is there something fishy about this contact? Melissa had said that any of her girls could walk away from any arrangement with no questions asked, but what about me? There had never been any thoughts like that with any of my direct customers; they had always been referred to me, by someone who had been referred to me, by someone whom I knew or had dealings with.
There was something niggling in the back of my mind on this one. It was another phony police gig. Robin and I had been requested for a standing 69 for what was supposedly a retirement party. I can't say what it was that caused me to question. Perhaps the location? An office building rather than a hotel room? Perhaps that it wasn't a bachelor or bachelorette party, or a frat party, or someplace where young horny guys or girls were going to be there?
We parked in the parking garage below the building, Robin and I getting out and walking toward the elevators, when I saw someone's head move in a car situated where whoever it was could see us as we walked by. I still didn't think anything of it, until I glanced at the front window of that car and saw two men pretending to be talking and not paying attention to us. Behind the steering wheel in the driver's seat was Joe. The last time I'd seen Joe he'd nodded and lifted a hand to wave goodbye to me as he was boning some chick doggy style while his wife was asking me if I'd like to stay around for a blowjob. I'd never seen him clothed; when we'd met originally, he'd been wearing only a mesh sack around his cock and balls, and his wife hadn't been wearing much besides a bold gold necklace that broadcast: Cocksucker.
I wasn't at first sure it was him, but his head moved slightly back and forth, one half of a "no" shake of his head and, in that instant, it all clicked, and I was sure. For some reason, I refrained from nodding my head in acknowledgment, just looking away, as the other man in the front seat was pretending not to be watching. Instead, I continued walking beside Robin toward the bank of elevators as if I hadn't seen him. As we bordered the elevators, I turned back seeing Joe and whoever he was with just getting out of their car, but also seeing four other men getting out of two other cars and following us toward the elevators. I reached over and pushed the button for the 14th floor as we'd been instructed, and then pushed the button for the 2nd floor.
"What's on the 2nd floor?" Robin questioned.
"The exit. We're leaving."
"What? Why?"
"Something not right," I answered, taking her arm and guiding her off at the 2nd floor. I explained that I'd recognized the man I knew as Joe while pushing the down call button on the elevator panel. Almost instantly another elevator door opened, and we stepped back on. I told her that I knew he'd recognized me, and I'd interpreted his subtle shake of the head as a warning. In the parking garage, the men I'd seen had all disappeared, presumably into other elevators going up.
There was a parking lot across the street which I immediately pulled into. I immediately called Melissa and told her what I'd seen and that my spidey sense had told me to bail out. I told her about seeing Joe, about his warning, and she said she'd call me right back. Ten minutes later she called back, confirming that Jean told her that Joe was an undercover cop and that if he'd seen and given a warning -- it was probably legitimate. We never did hear what exactly they were there for as it never hit the news, but just as Melissa finished telling me this, several cop cars pulled up in front of the building and Joe, along with his teammates, came out the front doors with several people wearing handcuffs. I couldn't help but wonder if the "retirement party" was maybe an undercover sting operation for prostitution. Technically we'd only agreed to perform a sex act between two consenting adults, but we all knew that was just quibbling, as we also knew that for an additional price...
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I guess it was bound to happen. I don't know how many times, maybe half a dozen where I'd picked Robin up, we'd worked a gig, gone back and had a late meal, when I broke my one margarita limit, and we ordered a second. And we ordered a third. When we got up to leave, I knew there was no way I was OK to drive, it was all I could do to walk. "I better call an Uber," I said when we got back to my car, "there's no way I'm driving anywhere."
"No, you can just stay with me and go home in the morning."
"Are you sure?"
"Danny, you are still a dweeb. Yes, I'm sure."
"I uhm... I uh... have you got a couch?" She did, or rather they did, as I hadn't realized until she said, "You don't want to sleep there, Savanna gets up a lot earlier than I do, at least when she's home."
"Savanna?" I said, suddenly remembering this was a two-bedroom apartment and she had a roommate. I'd never seen Savanna there.
"Savanna. You know, your occasional fuck buddy? She's my roommate."
I could have slept in my boxers, except that I was going commando. I usually wore underwear when I was visiting my clients, but on our fake police gigs, since I went commando in the outfit, I'd taken to just leaving my place the same way. Now, mostly drunk, all I could do was either sleep in my clothes or get naked.
I got naked.
Robin went in and took a shower first. "Your turn. I left you a towel on the counter," she said as she came out with a towel wrapped around herself. I went in and showered, returning the same way she had -- with the towel wrapped around my waist. Robin was already in bed, sheet up to her neck, but her arms were on top and her shoulders were bare. I dropped the towel just before I slid under the sheets on my side of the bed.
I'd been occasionally having sex with Robin on our gigs. Sometimes it was with Savanna, and even occasionally with Melissa. But I'd also been regularly having sex with Mary and all the others, literally dozens, of women. I'd gotten where Paul was sucking my cock every time I visited Lindsey, sometimes sucking me off, sometimes just sucking me hard so I could do Lindsey a second time. But yet, it felt really strange being naked, in bed, with Robin. I was even fucking Robin's mother's ass every couple of weeks, but still -- something about this felt funny. And then I realized what it was. "You know, I've only ever slept in the same bed with a woman once before."
"Really? You've never had an overnight gig?"
"Just one, but it wasn't intended. We fell asleep. You?"
"Usually twice a week."
"Here?"
"No. Usually hotels, sometimes at their homes.
Nobody
comes here, nobody knows where I live."
"Except me. And Savanna." I thought about it for a moment. "Does Melissa know where you live?"
I felt the bed shake with her head bobbing before she said, "Yeah. You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"Melissa and Savanna? They um..."
It clicked. "Ah, I knew they both liked women, I didn't put that together."
"When we were talking in the office, and she said she didn't want any real names?"
"Yeah?"
"She knew your real name before she ever talked to you. But if you never say, it's plausible deniability."
"She is pretty thorough."
"Danny?"
"Yeah?" I answered, sensing a question coming at me.
"I was reading about porn stars and how they often date... each other..."
"OK..." I wasn't sure what she was getting at.
"After a day of having sex in front of the camera, do you know what most of them do... at the end of their date?" Her hand reached over under the sheets and found mine. I squeezed her fingers in return.
"No. What do they do?"
Pulling against my hand she rolled over towards me, her naked body landing across my shoulder. In the dark I could see her face above me, her eyes open. "They have sex."
I stared into her eyes for a moment before I raised my opposite hand to Robin's back, slid it up to her head, and pulled her mouth down to mine.
Our kiss was tender, passionate, slow, and long. My hands weren't even stroking her body, she wasn't stroking mine. At first, it was all about the kiss. The longer we kissed the harder I was growing without otherwise even touching her body. Not that I didn't; soon enough we were wrestling together, caressing, stroking, pleasuring each other, but this was no show, no sex exhibition for others to watch. This was different -- this was sex
for us
. This was mutual pleasuring because we wanted to -- not because we were getting paid for it.
We broke the kiss, and I rolled toward her, pushed her over onto her back, and let my hands caress her body. Her nipples were hard once again, her pussy wet and hot. I hadn't even thought about a condom, but she had, she already had it palmed, and I had to wonder if this was a seduction, and if so -- who was seducing whom? When she unrolled the condom onto me and I slipped my dick inside her, she wrapped her legs over mine and welcomed me home. Despite not going down on her, or even sucking her nipples, she came before I did. For the first time, I realized that I had just had sex, and it had been something
