Chapter 8

It had been a boring two weeks to say the least. David was looking forward to getting back to San Diego to finish up some business, but that wasn't the only reason he was looking forward to going back of course.

Things had certainly been better at "home" too. But David had to admit to himself that there was something uniquely special about meeting perfect and total strangers, masturbating them or in watching them masturbate. And of course, in having total strangers play with him as well. The whole concept was simply too erotic for words, and held a certain "naughty" edge to it that David really enjoyed.

When he was sure of his upcoming schedule, and had the very "few" actual work appointments all solidly arranged, he called Emily, anxious to hear her voice on the phone once again.

Masturbation Services! He heard her melodic southern voice saying over the phone.

Emily... David didn't even need to finish.

David! Emily near shouted into her side of the phone line. She actually sounded both excited and pleased to be hearing from him.

I was hoping you'd call back soon. Ever since the "Party", several of our "Partners" have indicated that perhaps you might enjoy doing business on the other side of the fence so to speak.

Gee Emily, I don't know. I was the one that basically could be pretty careful about what I wanted before, now I'd be the one trying to please someone else's wishes instead.

There was brief silence on the line and David thought to himself just how silly that concept actually sounded.

What would it involve? He finally questioned, breaking the silence.

Emily laughed then easing the tension a little.

It's not like you might wonder about David. You'll still be able to decline or accept any Client request that might be offered you. After all, we do have a considerable list of available and willing Partners. The fact that you were even suggested as an "addition" came as quite a surprise to me.

David thought about that for a minute, and quickly agreed to both him self, and to Emily that the idea was certainly appealing.

You remember, there isn't "any" money in it for you. Emily stated. You can't even accept any tips. That's very important. It keeps the whole concept of the club legal.

For our Partners, it's simply an additional outlet of some personal fun and excitement. The fee's that are collected are what go towards the cost of throwing those lavish Partnership Party's. Just in case you were wondering. Emily added.

So you aren't salaried? He asked.

Nah darlin', I'm not. I do it for nothing more than the fun of it. I even take a few appointments myself when things get busy, but I really enjoy going to the Party's, so that's "my" payment for working the phones for the Club.

David decided to go for it at that point. He gave Emily his pager number, and she gave him a very specific ID code that would appear on it whenever his services were requested. He also included his Itinerary for his upcoming business trip so that Emily would be able to more easily work around it.

What about really late night hours, or early morning hours? She asked.

He could understand the late night appointments well enough, but was uncertain about the really early ones.

Who on earth would want to schedule an appointment at five in the morning? He asked Em.

Once again he could hear her laughing before replying back to him.

David, you'd be surprised how many "early" morning requests we actually do get. We have one customer that has been "jogging" nearly every morning before going to work. At least that's what his wife believes he's been doing. He meets one of our Partner's on a fairly frequent schedule as they "both" jog towards one another in the park. They meet up, usually at some designated place underneath a tree or something, he takes his dick out, she strokes him, gets him off, and then they're both off in opposite directions to complete their jogging. It works out great for our Partner, because she does run every morning anyway, and works out great for the Client, because he's getting some much needed exercise, and now has a "reward" waiting for him because of it.

Damn Emily. Talk about a great Public Service. Too bad Clinton's still not the President, if someone were to mention a great way to get America's citizen's back into shape again, he'd have Federal Funding appropriated for Masturbation Clubs popping up in every State of the Union.

You know, we "do" have a couple of Senator's as Clients.

Then David laughed. Never mind Em. Though it would put a whole new twist on President Clinton being the father of our Cunt-ry. Wouldn't it?

Da - vid! She said, drawing his name out. You really are a very naughty boy aren't you?

More than you could possibly imagine Em. See you in two weeks then kiddo.

I'll call you David, as soon as I have something.

They said good-bye to one another, and then David went into the bedroom to get ready for bed. Actually, to get ready for Nancy because she was lying there playing with herself when he walked in.

How's Emily doing? Nancy asked him as he approached her with his already hardened penis sticking out in front of him. But she didn't wait for his reply, and added.

You know... part of "our" deal is you come back and tell me in great explicit detail all of your adventures. And I will of course tell you all about mine too!

Gee Nancy, I didn't know there was a Club located anywhere near where we live. He chided teasingly.

Oh? Didn't you know? I'm opening up a branch office here.

I bet you would too.

In a New York minute! Nancy said. Now... come watch me play with myself.

Two weeks later David had arrived at his hotel, checked in, and had gotten one of his three appointments already taken care of. Emily had known of course what his schedule was already, so he wasn't surprised at all when only an hour after he'd gotten back to his room, she paged him.

You ready? She asked.

In a San Diego minute! He responded.

What?

Never mind, it's a long story anyway.

I'm sure it is... she continued, anyway, we have a Client who is in town on business for two days. She's an Executive on some Financial Board that she belongs to, here for a Seminar. A friend of hers convinced her to give "us" a try. All things considered, I thought this one might be right up your alley. It will be pretty laid back, nothing too kinky that you can't handle for your first time out on the "other-side".

The way Emily said that, David got a quick fleeting image of sitting around in a room wearing a Negligee, and having a number posted on his forehead while "Clients" tried to decide whether or not he was good looking enough to chose him in the first place.

I don't know Em... you sure?

David. You'll do just fine. Don't worry about it. This particular client isn't looking for some hot stud, just the opposite in fact.

Gee. Thanks Emily.

That's not what I meant and you know it. She's a very respectable and professional individual. It's "imperative" that any association with you over the next two or so days doesn't give any "hint" towards impropriety, or some sexual liaison taking place at all.

In fact, you will probably find her a bit illusive in the beginning anyway. But that was also apart of her request. She doesn't want anyone pushy, but does want someone who will be patient and willing to go at whatever speed she is comfortable with. Personally, I think this is the best "break-in" Client that could have been possibly arranged for you.

David had to agree. And he liked the idea of things going sort of slow. After all, that did tend to make things even more exciting in the long run.

So when do I go to work? He asked.

She gave him the name of a Hotel Bar.

Just sit at the bar. She said. You'll know her when you see her, and take things from there. It's a "no-plan's" appointment, and she has the right of course to end things whenever she may feel inclined to do so. This may end up being nothing more than a "quick" Hi how are ya meeting. So don't be too surprised if nothing happens. But! Emily stated with a major exclamation point. Don't give up too easily either. You'll know if it's to go on or not, just use your intuition and common sense to be your guide.

Oh... and just in case you "need" to know her password identity, she'll introduce herself as Shelly with a B.

David arrived several minutes early for his appointment. He was nervous, and right now more than anything else he felt he needed a drink to calm his nerves down.

Shit! I haven't felt this giddy since fucking High School! He thought to himself. Ever since that time out behind her parent's house when she finally let me see and feel her tits.

He equated that very same feeling of excitement to the one he was experiencing now, and even sitting at the bar, as nervous as he was, he was already beginning to experience the re-emergence of that Mild Mannered buddy of his, Cunt Kent. And if he got anymore excited thinking about it sitting here, he'd have to go into a phone booth soon and change his shorts or he'd end up with a fucking wet spot the size of the Pacific Ocean on the front of his pants.

David was still talking to himself, and his prick when he caught the approach of two women heading towards the bar out of the corner of his eye. Emily hadn't mentioned anything about two women, so he dismissed them as they sat down leaving only one empty barstool between them.

He was positive however that one of the two women had definitely looked at him, a hint perhaps of possible recognition or wonder if "he" was the one waiting for her?

She did fit the general description. She was definitely "professional" looking. Somewhere in her mid to late fifty's maybe early sixty's though she certainly didn't look it. She was wearing a business Pant's Suit of sorts. And couldn't help but notice that it did have a semi low cut "V" shaped opening that continued in an overlapping continuance of the lapel that ended in the tucked in waistband of her slacks.

He sat watching the two women conversing. Couldn't help but notice how as she sometimes moved, that "opening" of her Jacket top would "puff" out slightly, and reveal what was obviously a nicely molded well rounded, and more importantly even, "bare" breast.

David was still unsure however that this was his expected Client. They were early as well too if it was. So he couldn't really take the chance of getting involved conversationally with someone else in the event it wasn't her.

The unexpected opportunity came when the other woman began rummaging around in her purse for a match. She was holding a cigarette with one hand, fishing around, when David scooted over the one seat separating them and lit his lighter for her.

Excuse me. He said. Let me light that for you.

He wasn't even looking at the woman who's cigarette he was trying to light, but the woman sitting directly next to him now as he leaned across her to offer her "friend" the lighter.

He wasn't even sure of the Proper Protocol for this situation either, after all he was here under an alias, every bit as much as his "Client" would be as well. And if she were in fact his expected appointment, would she dare use her Password Code Name with an unknowing, unsuspecting associate or co-worker sitting next to her?

Being a "Rookie" David broke his first rule.

I'm sorry. My name's David Edwards he offered in greeting to them both, though he continued to look into the attractive face of the women whom he thought was perhaps trying to hide a small smile.

She leaned back slightly, and David was afraid he had perhaps invaded her "space" or something, his impromptu attempt at trying to be a Night in Shinning Armor come to offer the Damsel in Distress a light for her cigarette.

And then he realized he hadn't even held it close enough to the other woman yet to even get a light from it.

She had simply moved in an attempt to let her "friend" have easier access towards leaning in a little farther towards David and his wavering little flame.

And again, David re-associated another past experience as well when a girl he had had a crush on finally allowed him to show her his "little-boy" prick as she'd called it, and had run off laughing afterwards. David's own internal flame seemed to extinguish itself considerably at that point, just as he finally got the cigarette lit.

Thank you. He heard the other woman finally comment.

Pleased to meet you, my name's Judy, and this is my friend...

Shelly. The woman who was still looking at him interrupted, introducing herself to him before her friend could have done so for her.

Shelly. With a B.

David was at least relieved to know that his "appointment" in fact was sitting next to him at the bar so he didn't need to worry about looking around for anyone else either. And the fact she was very attractive looking, and had that "damn" tit peeking top on, which was driving him crazy with desire to see it, didn't hurt either.

David quickly ordered the three of them fresh drinks, and they continued chatting and getting to know one another a little bit better.

So what is it you do for a living David? Judy asked him. And he thought he saw that sly little smile suddenly curve the edge's up around Shelly's lips as he looked towards her before once again looking over to Judy before answering.

Oh, I'm in sales. He announced in a broad-based kind of reply.

Oh? One of those "pushy" salesmen types? Shelly teased by the sound of her voice as she asked him.

Oh no. Not at all. I have a service; I offer that service and explain it. If the Client likes what it is I have to offer, or to show them, then they make up their own mind about it without any further input from me.

Doesn't sound like you'd get very many "sales" that way? Shelly stated.

Normally, perhaps not. David continued, getting into the "game" now as he did.

But the product speaks for itself.

He actually chuckled at that one too. How many times had he had conversations with his "cock" and had found himself answering for it as though it indeed did have a mind and voice of its own.

Shelly laughed as well, but obviously not at what it had been that David was thinking about.

So, you're more of a Show and Tell salesman then huh?

More show... a lot less tell. He shot back.

And then, so what is it you do for a living? He questioned. Once again breaking rule number 2 all in the same evening. Don't ask "specific" questions about a client's personal or business life, Emily had cautioned him earlier.

Oh, I'm in the investment business you might say. Financial planning, new business prospects. That sort of thing. Right now I'm looking at a new club that's just recently been opened over the past few month's. It might prove to be interesting. I'll have to see if it's worth investing in, or recommending to anyone else to have a look at before I put can really commit myself to anything.

Now it was David's turn to smile.

I hope you won't be disappointed.

I don't think I will be. Too soon to tell yet though. I'll just have to wait and see how things come out in the end.

David was glad he'd just placed his drink down on the counter. It wouldn't have won any points to blow Scotch through his nose.

Shortly after that, Judy excused herself by stating that for her, it was late, and that with meetings tomorrow, she wanted and needed to get an early start.

Although it was just a little after ten o'clock, in the evening, and still early in some settings, the mere fact that Shelly might be seen sitting here at the bar with a strange man immediately came into play. There "were" other associates in the bar as well, one or two of which had stopped by to say hello to Shelly and Judy occasionally.

Well, I probably need to call it a night as well. She stated, to what David thought to be a bit louder than what was necessary. But he also assumed perhaps that the "initial" meeting was perhaps over with for the evening.

She sat up, stood before David and offered him her hand. He clasped it, and felt the small tiny piece of paper that she had placed there.