Chapter 6

Dan walked Olivia a few steps, then stopped. “I appreciate that you wanted me to fuck Dell, but it was cutting into our time together. Imagine that dad and son thinking you are a prostitute.”

“I guess I am sort of dressed like one.”

“The thought of my wife being a hooker is erotic. It’s more like I love to show off my wife to men as much as she enjoys being seen by them.”

Dan walked her to the entrance of the Constellation Lounge. Do you want to pretend to be a prostitute and earn some money or be my horny, slutty wife?”

“Can I be both?”

“I guess you can. Remember to always smile and spread your legs.” They kissed and he escorted her into the lounge.

Almost every conversation stopped as Olivia came into view. Her slender figure was highlighted by her sensual-looking dress.

“How do you want to work this?” She asked. Dan took out his wallet, handing her two fifty-dollar bills and a hundred.

“There are several seating areas vacant. Buy yourself a glass of white wine and find one of the two couches. If a few guys approach you and think you’re a prostitute, then say a hundred dollars each. A discount if there are several of them. Ask for payment up front and let them see the money in your purse. You can say, you’re having a very busy day.”

“I will watch you and then join you. Offer a toast to him or them as a signal that you’re a hooker, and then I’ll join you. You make it clear to them that I have to watch you for your safety. If you get up to leave by yourself, then I know you want to look somewhere else for a fuck.”

“Okay. Fuck, Dan, you sure know how to show a woman an erotic time.”

“One thing though, the guy might want to fuck your ass.”

“I never thought of that. I was hoping you’d be the first to fuck it.”

“At least you’d be getting paid for it.” She kissed him, then went to the bar.

Dan stood off to the side as onlookers watched her buy a glass of wine and then found the couches Dan mentioned. He ordered a drink and sat with a good view of her.

“She must be new. I’ve never seen her here to work the lounge.”

“She’s one hot-looking hooker.”

Olivia sat down on the cool vinyl. There was no hem to pull down on her dress and with a slight move of her legs, her bald pussy was in view. She felt nervously excited and noticed Dan looking at her.

She sipped on her wine, looking over the rim of her glass at the crowd of people. She could imagine the comments being made at her expense.

She took a mirror compact out of the bag and applied a fresh layer of lipstick, then dabbed a few drops of perfume by her ears and between her breasts.

She noticed four men walk slowly past her carrying their drinks. Something was said that she didn’t hear. She looked so fucking sexy sitting there with her long, slender legs crossed and her full breasts barely hidden in her dress.

A moment later, one of them came to her. “Is it alright if we sit down with you?”

“Yes, you can. There is plenty of room.” They sat with the one who talked to her sitting beside her. She could feel the couch cushion sink from their combined weights, changing the angle she sat at. The other three shared the couch across from them.

“You are wearing what has to be the sexiest dress I’ve ever seen on a woman.”

“Thank you, my husband picked it out for me to wear. He appreciates men looking at me.”

“I’m sure that hundreds of men thank your husband.”

“Many do. I’m Olivia, and you are?”

“Tom, Dick, Harry, and Joe, if you must know,” Tom smiled.

“I’m sure that those are your real names.”

“Harry thinks that you’re a prostitute. On the other hand, I think you’re a prostitute.”

“There isn’t a dress code for a hooker, though usually a low top and short skirt. Some don’t show anything.”