Chapter 2

“That must be him,” opined Tim as the doorbell chimed. Tim had contacted his friend who had set up a meeting with the man who would serve as Tim’s sex proxy. Miranda could still not believe they were even considering it much less that they had actually agreed to a meeting. Yet here they were about to meet a man who had agreed to satisfy her sexual needs...

They stood at the door as it opened and both were absolutely taken aback to see the figure standing on their front porch. Tim simply stared in amazement while Miranda uttered an audible gasp.

The muscular Adonis who confronted them was not only ruggedly handsome, but stood six feet five, weighing in at almost two hundred twenty-five pounds, all muscle, but when he spoke his voice carried a deep resonance of self assurance that startled them both.

“Good Evening. Tim and Miranda Travers? My name is Eric. I think we have an appointment.”

“Uh ... I ... that is we ... Uh...”Miranda stood in total awe of the man unable to utter a coherent word.

Tim finally motioned for the man to enter. “We weren’t expecting...”

“Someone my size?” Smiled Eric as he was ushered into the small but comfortable living room. “I do have that effect on people, but it also gives the woman some notion of what I have to offer.”

“That’s a pretty powerful impression,” said Tim, offering the stranger a seat.

“It’s what you’ve asked for, is it not?” Asked Eric.

“Well, yes, it’s just we weren’t expecting someone so ... intimidating.”

“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. And you Mrs. Travers,” he offered, turning to the woman who at this moment felt not only small but almost childlike in the man’s presence, “and what is your impression?”

“I ... I ... you are impressive, Eric. You’re so tall and muscular.”

“My height I can thank my parents for, the physique I work hard to build and maintain. I can assure you I am at my physical peak.”

“I ... I’m sure you are,” was all she could think to say in response.

“But we are not here to talk about me. Shall we discuss what I can do for you?”

“Uh, yes ... by all means,” said Tim.

Eric smiled, then handed them two sheets from the briefcase he carried.

“Let’s get the mundane but necessary aspects out of the way first. These are medical forms which, if you decide to go forward, you are to have filled out by your physician. They simply state that neither of you has any communicable disease or condition and are in a generally good state of health. Here is mine,” he said handing them a third sheet. As you can see my last name and address have been deleted. Considering the nature of the service I offer I think you can understand that privacy is of utmost importance.”

Miranda and Tim nodded in agreement.

“You must be wondering what I do and how all this will work.”

“Yes,” said Tim, “my friend told me a few things about your group but he wasn’t very explicit.”

“Of course. Let me explain. First let me say how sorry I was to hear of your accident. It must be a big blow to you both. Is there nothing...?”

“No, nothing,” interrupted Tim. “I’ve tried everything, pills, gadgets, and seen at least a dozen doctors and specialists. It all comes down to the same thing. I’m totally and permanently impotent.

“And so the call to your friend who made contact with the group with whom I work.”

“What group?”

“Again discretion is all important. Let me simply say we are a group of people who provide a very unique service to those, like yourself, who need sexual assistance. Some due to accidents, like you, others who simply need more excitement in their lives, others whose interests lie in watching others, especially their mates, perform with others, and so on.”

“Then you’re like an escort service.”

“Hardly. We do not offer romance. There will be no wining and dining. If I may be straightforward, your wife here needs sex. She doesn’t need a night on the town, or a romantic evening of hand holding and kissing. That you can provide Mr. Travers.”

“Make it Tim and Miranda,” Said Tim.

Of course. As I said, Tim, you can provide the love and romance. I, and my colleagues will provide the sex.”

“How do I know you won’t hurt me?” asked the diminutive wife.

“Oh there may be pain of an erotic nature at times, but nothing which will cause injury and I can assure you it will be more than compensated for by the pleasure you will derive.”

“Then you...”

“We’ll take you to erotic heights you have only dreamed of. Don’t get me wrong. I am sure, before the accident, your husband was a very good lover. But now that he can no longer provide what you need we can and will fulfill those needs ... and do it in a manner you never thought possible.”

“And your fee?” Asked Tim.

“My fee is one dollar.”

Both heads snapped up.

“ONE DOLLAR?”

“That is correct. The fee for all services is one dollar, payable today. If at any time Miranda you feel we have not provided you with the eroticism, the sexual excitement, and the mind blowing orgasms you desire, all you need do is say so, your dollar will be refunded, I will walk out the door and we will never see or hear from each other again.”

“But how can a business operate on a fee of one dollar?”

“Because we are not a business, Tim. Each of our members are financially wealthy so money is unimportant.”

“Then what’s in it for you?”

‘Two things. First there is the satisfaction of knowing we are providing what a woman, or man, needs, that we are helping good people enjoy life to the fullest. But, I must admit, there is a very selfish reason as well. I, and my colleagues get to have sex with beautiful women.

“And if the woman is not so beautiful?” Asked Miranda.

“Then, selfishly we look for others who interest us. I would not be here today if you were not an unusually attractive woman, Miranda.”

“But I’m so small ... and you’re so ... big.”