Chapter 13

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Lennie and Cindy were sitting in Lennie’s living room a few days later in the middle of the afternoon, enjoying each other’s company, when Lennie spoke up.

“Cindy, I have an idea to pass in front of you.”

“What’s that, Lennie?” Things had gotten back to normal. The girls were catching up with their clients after a long, unplanned break. Other than Cindy, the other girls had been scarce. Cindy had pulled out her notes that she took when Lennie had asked her to decorate and she was focused on the job.

“You’ve been bugging me about not being with all of the girls. The fact is that we’re all busy people. The girls have their schedules and I’m busy too. Instead of trying to coordinate schedules, how about this?”

Cindy looked into his eyes, patiently waiting for the answer. Her interest in his idea had peaked.

“I’ve got this big house and I live here all alone, unless you or one of the girls are visiting. How about all of the girls staying here for a week or two? Better yet, maybe move in if they’d like?”

Cindy said nothing but her mind was envisioning what he had said. “Tell me more, Lennie.”

“You are really moving forward with your interior design of my place. I love what you’ve already done with our master.” It didn’t go unnoticed to Cindy that he specifically said “our master”.

“There are four other big bedrooms upstairs already. There is also nearly twenty-five hundred square feet of unfinished space on the first floor that could easily be turned into three or four bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms. There’s room for a couple of walk-in showers and maybe a Jacuzzi tub like what’s in the master bath. Each girl could have their own bedroom. And I would have the opportunity to see them all throughout the days and evenings.”

Cindy’s smile was magnificent and combined with her brilliant blue eyes, melted Lennie’s heart on the spot. She loved nothing more than to make her man happy by designing and furnishing Lennie’s nearly-new home.

“One more thing, I was thinking there is enough room on the lower floor to add a home gym. It would save us travel time every day to and from the gym. Our instructors could come here every day instead, even if it costs more money. It sure would save us time.”

Cindy paused and then said, “You know, Lennie, that’s a great idea! Of course, the current bedrooms now have little more than a bed in them, there would be a lot more decorating that would have to happen.” Lennie smiled, she was in agreement.

“Of course, a lot more furniture would have to be purchased. You could work with every girl to design their own bedroom the way they liked.”

“Put it all on this.” He paused for a moment and pulled out his wallet, handing her a credit card.

“And I’ll work with our trainers to design the workout room. You know, flooring, machines, equipment, lighting, accessories. Tony and Matt will know exactly what we should get.”

“Lennie, that’s a fantastic idea! I’ll get started today. You know, this is going to take quite a bit of my time. I think I’ll tell DJ that I’m not going to visit any clients for the rest of the week as well as the next couple of weeks. The service is doing well after all.”

Lennie’s ears perked up when he heard her say she wasn’t working for a few weeks.

Over the next three weeks, Cindy put her design skills into overdrive. Contractors were hired at a premium rate to ensure they would finish quickly. She got with each girl to give her input how they wanted to decorate their room and what furniture they wanted in it.

Lennie got with Tony and Matt to get their idea of a perfect home gym and followed their direction. Equipment and furniture were delivered and set up. The new gym was ready first. Cindy kept at her new project and didn’t leave for a single date again for an additional third full week, making Lennie even happier. The contractors needed another week to finish the additional bedrooms and bathrooms.

The trainers arrived four days a week to guide their clients’ workouts. All the other girls, now regular visitors at Lennie’s, would sit in the gym watching Lennie and Cindy workout along with the two hunky trainers. By the end of the first day, all of the girls had asked if they could have their own custom workouts with, of course, the two hunky trainers as their personal instructors.

They hired the two trainers for their own custom workout routines. Tony and Matt’s income had tripled because all the girls insisted on the “deluxe” package, and except for their existing clients, both quit taking new clients.

Samantha had given Tony a heads up about the living situation and what every girl did, but was asked specifically to keep it from Matt. The only new bit of information was that the other girls were in the same profession that Sam was. She decided it was up to Lennie to tell Matt.

“Lennie, you need to tell Matt something, he will eventually find out or figure out what we girls do. Tony is sworn to secrecy but you know Matt is eventually going to ask him something, and it isn’t fair to force Tony to lie about us.”

“Yeah, you’re right Cindy. I’ll say something tomorrow when they come for a training session.”

After the next day’s workout while cooling down, Lennie asked Matt if he wanted a smoothie. Tony wanted one too. Walking back downstairs from the kitchen where Lennie made three fruit, yogurt and ice blended smoothies, he gave one to each trainer. Taylor was sitting in her morning robe on the far side of the room, waiting for Lennie after he was done talking with the trainers.

“Matt, I just want to tell you how satisfied I am with your program you designed for me, and your daily dedication to supporting me. And the rest of the girls are really happy, too.”

“Sure Lennie, happy that you are happy and also, you are my best client. Meaning, you pay well and it’s always on time. You listen to my instructions and follow them the best you can. And heck, you referred me to maybe five other clients as well. I wish everyone was as supportive as you are. It really helps my little business. Gotta say if I didn’t have that four million left over from my NFL guaranteed contract, I couldn’t support myself with this job.”

“Really?” Lennie queried. “Do you not have enough clients or is it that they don’t want to or can’t pay your rates? It seems to me you’re fair with the superior individual service you offer. You aren’t some ex-jock hanging out getting paid minimum wage helping people going through a simple fitness routine. What you offer is a dozen times better.”

“Thanks Lennie. Yeah, so many of my clients compare me to the chain gyms. It’s not the same.”

“Matt, there’s one more thing I have to tell you. I’ve been hiding an important truth from you and I have to come clean. You would figure it out eventually anyway.”

“What, Lennie?” Matt was more curious than concerned.

“The girls. There is no easy way to say it so I’ll just say it, the girls are all high-end escorts. And Samantha’s real name isn’t Sam, but Cindy. They’ve been escorts long before I met her. Samantha is her stage name.

It caught Matt off-guard and he paused.

“You’re kidding.” The look on Lennie’s face didn’t change.

“You’re not kidding. Wow. Well, okay, thanks for cluing me in. Does Tony know?”

“Yeah, he has known for fifteen years, as long as Sam has worked for him.”

“What name should I use?”

“Around here use Cindy, but anytime in public use Samantha.” Matt simply nodded. Matt had a look on his face, partially shocked, partially surprised, partially humor.

“Okay Lennie, got it.”

“I’ve never hired any of them, they have become good friends in addition to Cindy being my girlfriend. Now you know. I hope it doesn’t change anything regarding our business arrangement.”

“It’s all good, Lennie.”

After the first workout session in the completed new gym, Cindy and Lennie were enjoying smoothies. “This is so great babe, It will be kind of weird to see my clients in person again.” What did that mean exactly?

“Wait”, Lennie asked. “You haven’t seen a client for nearly four weeks now. What do you mean, in person?”

“Lennie, I have been active with most of my regulars this entire time. While I’m not having a physical relationship with them, I continue to have emotional relationships with them. I Facetime them with my iPad. I’ll talk with them for maybe fifteen or thirty minutes, but sometimes it will be an hour or more. I have phone sex or dance in the nude with a few of them, but mostly we just talk. That’s the upside to a good Girlfriend Experience, I make money with phone calls. I like working with them more and more, instead of new clients. The housewives are happy to take them.”

“Your clients are satisfied with phone calls and occasional phone sex?”

“Yes Lennie, with my regulars, most of my time has nothing to do with sex, unless you include nudity. Most of them like me naked, but sex? Physical sex is only a part of most encounters. Sure, some clients just want a quickie for a couple of hours, but even then over half the time we are just laying there together, talking, touching and maybe some kissing. I am honestly close to these guys, many of them I’ve known over a decade, a few of them nearly two decades.”

She paused, a new idea popped into her head.

“Guess I’m starting the next phase of my career beyond escort and whore. I’m becoming a muse-slash-therapist. A mostly naked one, but there’s a lot less physical sex compared to earlier years.”

“I’m impressed, sweetie.” Lennie thought about it. Now, this is the kind of career he could handle for her. It would be so much better on his mind, and their relationship, at least for him.

Finally the day arrived. The remodeling was complete. Lennie poured a berry smoothie for Cindy after he poured the other one for himself. “Let the girls know it’s time to move in. We just need to furnish their rooms. Why don’t you give them a call and have them come over. And one more thing Cindy.”

“What?”

Lennie just stared at her, smiling. After a long quiet gap, she said, “Aannndddd?”

“Okay I admit it’s an ultimate fantasy, but I’d like everyone to be nude around the house. All the time. Unless someone is visiting, 24/7.” Lennie grinned at her.

Cindy spurted out her mouthful of smoothie she was drinking back into her glass. She started chuckling, then openly laughing.

“Yeah, I could see you liking that. And you know what, I think the girls would like it, too. We all like being nude. Heck, we’re nude most of the time during a date with a client. Of course if they are moving in, they would have to bring all their clothing and shoes down here.”

“Of course. There is a ton of closet space in those oversized bedrooms.”

“Let me talk with the girls and see what they think. When would you want this to happen, baby?”

“It’s Tuesday, how about Friday? It should give us time to get the furniture.”

“I’ll call the girls now.” As Cindy made each call on speaker, Lennie could hear laughter or a squeal on the other end.

Three afternoons later, six different automobiles were in Lennie’s circular driveway. The girls were carrying all kinds of clothing, from cocktail and formal evening dresses, to informal and activewear, and shoes. Lots and lots of shoes. Lennie spent most of the afternoon helping them empty their cars and putting the clothing on hangers. Wisely, he had just returned from the local Target, where he bought out all of the hangers in the store. The rooms were furnished to the individual girl’s wishes.

The previous day Lennie, Cindy and Lori had driven to a row of furniture stores where they clustered in the Southcenter area just south of Seattle to purchase additional dressers, beds, chairs, love seats, lighting and lamps. Lennie paid for express delivery, and in a few hours there were four trucks full of furniture being delivered and assembled at his home.

A small army of workers, all male, descended on his house and were busily setting up the new furnishings. The girls all wore tight leggings or hip-hugging shorts and tight tops, t-shirts, or sports bras. The men were stunned at the beauty. It didn’t stop them, however, from enjoying the stacks of pizza and cold beer Lennie had delivered for everyone a few hours after they arrived to take a lunch break.

The girls enjoyed the attention and were regularly bending over to pick up a component the assembler needed to finish putting together their bedroom piece, or “accidentally” brushing their breasts up against a man’s arm or back when they pointed where they wanted the piece to be placed in their room. After four hours, the panting men’s tasks were complete and they left. A few tried to ask the girls out for dates, but they smiled and begged off the advances. Even then, it was still a show none of the men would soon forget.

Maria and Kaylani had dates for the evening and had left by 6pm. The rest of the girls, all clothing hung up and put away, assembled in the main living room on the second floor. Cindy spoke up and smiled.

“What do you think of Lennie’s idea of moving in here for your home, ladies?” All of them smiled and nodded. “And what do you girls think about his other idea, that Lennie wants us all to be nude around the house during the day, and I guess the nighttime, too. He figures it’s the best way to get to know all of you personally.”

“I for one enjoy walking around the house nude,” Lori announced. “Me too,” chirped Taylor. “Me three,” Kaylani followed. “We all do. Being nude works for everybody Lennie,” Fiona said.

The girls had heard Cindy yesterday over the phone, but now stared at Lennie in person, as the smiles and laughter started to break out. Lori slowly stood up, giving Lennie a mysterious smile.

“Lennie, why don’t you turn on the stereo, and put on some sultry music with a beat we can shake to?”

“Shake, Lori? You mean...?”

“Yep. If we’re going to get naked, play a tune we can dance to and shake these clothes off.”

Lennie thought for a minute what would be the perfect song and pushed some buttons on his laptop that was connected via Bluetooth into the home entertainment unit. The speakers came alive with Joe Cocker’s “You Can Leave Your Hat On”. The bluesy horns, piano, and base started playing the song.

“Baby, take off your coat

Real slow

Take off your shoes

I’ll take off your shoes

Baby take off your dress

Yes, yes, yes.

You can leave your hat on

You can leave your hat on

You can leave your hat on.

Sweet darling

You Can Leave Your Hat On”

Lori started a slow strip tease, pulling off her sports bra and then hooking her thumbs around her waist and pulling down her leggings. Her hips slowly shook from side to side. The other girls started to whistle and howl like they were construction workers at a strip club.