Chapter 4

One night Amy got some very unusual customers, a tall bald man around 45 and a high school boy. I thought it was quite odd the father wore hand-made leather shoes and a Rolex, along with a pair of cheap jeans and a ZZ Top t-shirt. The boy wore a purple polo shirt and denim, but his clothes were from a very expensive designer.

The man said, “My son just turned 18 and wants some fun with a pretty girl. How much for the whole night?”

Amy said, “I have to leave at nine. For three hours, um ... how about a thousand for anything but anal?”

He offered, “How about three thousand for anything?”

I knew the most she’d ever made in a day before was eight hundred. She swallowed hard and agreed. He paid in cash and said, “I’ll be back at nine. Have fun, Bradley.”

As I handed him some condoms, the boy looked even more nervous and afraid than Amy did. He stood nearly frozen in place. He was silent for at least half a minute before he asked, “Ah ... err ... can I um ... talk to you first?” By then his father had driven off in his shiny new $100,000 Range Rover.

Amy led the boy to the bedroom, and I watched a painfully awkward scene. They sat on opposite sides of the bed talking a long time. Amy started taking her clothes off, but he shook his head. She reached for his zipper, but he pushed her hand away. An hour into their session, he let her take his pants off at last. She started giving him a blowjob, but he shook his head. She looked very frustrated and the two talked some more.

She turned on the TV and the pair watched an orgy movie. Amy took off her panties, sat in a chair and lifted her skirt, then rubbed herself a lot. He only glanced at her once. He jerked off watching a man suck another guy’s dick, then squirted his cum on the bedsheet. He kept masturbating and came again watching two men do anal. The two shut the movie off, dressed, then played a video game.

When his father arrived Bradley said, “I told you I wasn’t gay, Dad. She was AWESOME! I love women!”

She told the father, “We had a good time. He was great.” Even if I hadn’t been watching them, from the tone of her voice I could tell Amy was lying.

As they left he patted the boy’s shoulder. “That’s good to hear, son. Congratulations on becoming a man.”

I looked out the window and saw the two cross the street, then asked her, “So how did it really go?”

She chuckled. “Imagine trying to build a wall out of soup.” I laughed along with her.

About a week later the father returned. He offered, “I’d like some fun with her too. Two grand for two hours of anything I want?” He held out a thick stack of cash. Amy gulped and nodded. I handed him some condoms and watched through the cameras as they went in her room.

Unlike his son, he took his clothes off immediately. He took several pictures with his phone as Amy licked and sucked him, then set the phone on the table to record him kissing her for a minute or so. He turned off the phone and dressed again. I was very amused that he watched TV with her for an hour before he left.

As he walked out he said, “Fucking her was great! You’re a lucky guy!” I had to try hard to suppress laughter and a smile. When he was gone I asked Amy, “So he’s gay too?”