Chapter 9. Time With Resha

Saturday September 6, 2008

On Saturday I left for work early. I got to the office by six but only stayed a few hours. Late in the morning Zar called me. “My Jefe, you should know that Nia is returning from the airport with Irene and Martin. Do you need to see...?”

It was their military nature to report in, but if there was noting urgent I know Martin’s wives were really looking forward to his company and Irene would be driven to call the troops as soon as she got to her room, so I told Zar that I considered them to have “reported in and deserving of rest.”

“Very good. Irene asks to be dropped off at the barracks.”

Yeah, I kind of figured that. She wanted to check in on her charges. “That is fine. Have Nia drop Martin first, then take Irene downtown.”

At noon I picked up Resha at her house for the 24 hour sex date I had promised to myself and her. As usual it was hard to leave her child, eventually we would have the house childproofed, but that was not happening soon.

We had one talk on Tuesday, when I drove her home, and had a brief phone call Thursday, but I had not been with Resha as a woman for over a week. In addition I could not see her at work all week, I was either fucked dry or too busy. She knew the next two weeks didn’t look any better.

I found Resha in a strange mood when I picked her up. Normally there is something on her mind to talk about but today she wanted my attentions focused on her private parts - while driving. When we kissed as she got in the truck it was clear she wanted to get started without delay. As soon as the doors were closed she asked if I would finger her while I drove.

I am usually a “both hands on the wheel” driver, but on a Saturday the traffic was light so I could make an adjustment for a good cause.

Her mood about me had shifted since our last talk, now she was extremely horny so she wanted to show me with her body and would not mind getting off in the process. It was a good thing that traffic was light, since my attention was not 100% on my driving.

Driving while finger-fucking the passenger is difficult, but she didn’t need the full connection, she just wanted some contact to help take the edge off and get her juices going. When she got in the pickup truck she showed me she had a butt plug in her ass and a vibrator with a large external battery in her pussy. “The vibe will do most of the work, but kitty wants my master’s touch,” she said in a voice overflowing with need. She wanted my fingers to touch her in the area around her clit, rubbing her around the pleasure spot. This I could do for her.

Her alternate suggestion was sucking me, but I have never found “oral while driving” to be a good idea or that much fun. Also, after wasting that big first hit, unless some kink is in play, at the best it is a low-yield pleasure hit for both of our party parts. With my finger she would get a good time and I would be ready to give us both several good bangs when we got naked and we could both enjoy everything on the buffet.

In the pickup truck she sat semi-sideways in the bucket seat, pulled up her skirt, and asked for my fingers. She was lubed up good so I could slip easily into the deliciously complex folds of her pussy. I was tone-guided by her moans until I was on target, then I started to move the tip of my finger close to the bulls-eye. “Oh yes, that is perfect ... you are so good to me ... I have ... OH! THERE! That feels SOOO good. Fuck, I missed you so, you didn’t call for me all week.”

Because of the extended weekend her work schedule was screwed up. Meantime I was busy with Li one night, Li and Jessica the next night, Jessica’s virgin ass the third night and Nia the fourth. I was too busy. During the week I had only called one service girl (Zoe) to my office - which I am sure she knew.

I explained all of this as we drove, she was amazed at how I had corrupted the purity of our “academic nun’s” tight butt. “It was tight, wasn’t it?” she asked.

“The tightest. Li worked on her all day for our benefit. They are going on a date - her first - next week.”

“With you?”

“Nope, I will be to busy. Just the two of them.”

She sympathized with how the thirty-year old hot Angeleno had never dated, “that sounds like child abuse.” Of course, Resha knew the story of how Jessica was conceived, it was a lot like her own story except “she had not found her Judge Stern yet.”

I said that last was more a ‘maybe’ for her. “You had a lot more fun in your life, you can’t discount that, and I include your baby. Also, maybe you have found somebody but you don’t know it yet ... good things don’t always happen overnight you know.”

She had enough sense so that comment got her thinking. She told me a story about one working girl in LA who ran into an old client from two years ago when they were both living in Dallas. It seemed the guy had struck it rich shortly after the working girl moved from Dallas to Reno. It was pure random chance, after striking it rich (an oil well on inherited land) the guy traveled from city to city, checked out the girls, then moved to another city. He despaired at ever finding her again. but he had to try. In the meantime the girl moved from Reno to LA.

She had been in LA for only a week when, by pure chance, he did run into her at a store. He asked her to marry him on the spot. She hesitated - they only had about a ten dates when she was a call girl and he was middle income at the time. Clearly they had a lot to learn.

So he made her another offer, he would pay her for a one-week “girlfriend” gig (exclusive 24/7, the most expensive type of date) living in a suite in Orange County (close, lots of variety). At the end she would give her answer. Well, for a working girl, that type of date was impossible to turn down.

During the time one of the rules was that they talked about marriage details like family and vows only while coupling together, his cock had to be inside her. “It was her twat truth detector,” Resha said. Naturally with those rules they talked about important stuff and skipped details that were not worth the time. It was a good week. The last night together he popped the question and she said “yes.” They took a trip to Vegas, where they found the had to wait 24 hours. The waited in bed. They lived happily ever after, at least for 40 months and counting so far.

When I talked about my few hours with Thursday night with Nia, Resha was very supportive. “A young mother-to-be like that? I will always be okay with you pleasing her. Heck, if I was married to you I would still allow you that type of thing, she can kick me out of bed. I think that losing her husband suddenly was a lot harder for her than my guy leaving.”

As long as she opened the topic I asked, in a rhetorical fashion, where on the line between strict fidelity and open marriage she would want to be, and what she would insist on for her man, assuming she somehow fell in love.

She started talking about strict fidelity as an idea but she had not really thought about it so I asked her about specific settings like the law firm, or her hooker days when she had some “special needs” clients, or even working as a service girl, where she might have to finish out her contract after being married. That got her thinking. She could see the service girl thing happening, the contract was January to December, but they had to be signed for the next year in November. Also, she thought the wife exchange thing was a good deal for all, with husband and wife both playing around on an equal basis, it was honest and a good idea. She could see that as a better idea that might work for a set of friends of co-workers. She saw where strict fidelity bought safety, but it also neglected the natural urge to play, plus it depended on everybody staying with it. “Maybe girls raised in Arabia have a different idea, but I cannot see a girl raised in LA going suddenly from having ‘friends with benefits’ to one-man stay home moms forever, it is too big an overnight change. Even the legal community recognizes that problem, so we have ‘no fault’ divorce where infidelity in itself has no consequences to a cheater. Heck, in 50 years even that term will go away or lose impact as a negative label.”

She also acknowledged that Li was my concubine, and that she did not know everything involved, but she understood that strict fidelity did not apply to one of us.

That was when she again brought up Li’s date with Jessica for their mutual benefit. “Her first date ... with a GIRL. Wow.” Resha was amazed at the idea, she was not sure she was up for playing outside “our little clubhouse,” but said that Jessica Stern was very tempting to think about. She had been willing to do others in Peru, “something in the air is special down there.” But LA was a different story in so many ways, she was not comfortable with the idea of an open marriage here because of the nut cases and general health issues. “I will say, the girls in the Tribe have a pretty good deal...”

“Yeah, except for a high death rate at childbirth, and the fact that their men die, and there is no hot water. But I am working on all that.”

She said that was what made me a prince.

For the drive I skipped the freeway ramp and stayed on divided streets, cruising at the speed limit so I caught all the lights. We talked as I played with her. With both of us working together pleasuring her pussy it did not take long to have the desired peak effect, she screamed with pleasure at a good point (a damn speed bump, I guess they were good for something) and clearly it felt very good to her as I tripped her magic button.

“Fuck this is good ... oh yeah ... I wish I could go to work ... YES ... to work this way ... oh that is it ... this way every day, with toys in place and a willing man.”

We did not have a lot more conversation during the drive, she fell into a pattern of twitching with happy sex exclamations in Hindi - which was new and provided a clue - that increased as the pleasure grew.

Resha was an experienced whore and one requirement for that job is that she was effective at making her partner think he was doing wonderful things to her, no matter what he was actually doing. Resha was very good at this no matter who she was with. But she was really ready for it with me and had an especially good time.

At the start of the year, when she joined the firm, I saw that when Resha was with me there was some real sincerity in her performance, and in fact for a time she avoided me at the office because she was afraid of showing that she was developing feelings for me. Giving her heart and body away too easily had caused her problems in the past.

Several years ago, when I seduced Li on the job I took her out on dates in public, which was absolutely against the firm rules. But the fact that I did not mind others seeing me with “no boobs” Li in public was what initially convinced her that I was somebody she might be interested in. She had always been sure that she was an unattractive contra-Barbie-doll in face and figure, who only shined when she was naked pleasing the cock of a guy who had his eyes shut. But I treated Li like Halle Berry or Charlize Theron when I took her out in public. When I took her to 49 clubs other people treated her like a star. She responded fearlessly. I was a good lawyer that the firm would keep while she was a short, flat-chested less-attractive whore who could be easily replaced. Still, she dressed in tiny, eye-grabbing spangling outfits that showed a lot of skin and promised a view of more private flesh if something slipped. Things slipped. She made sure she was seen by all. There were regular nip slips and other more serious wardrobe malfunctions for our mutual amusement. It was almost like she was daring the other lawyers to see us out. (That never happened until the night at the Blank, when her outfit didn’t need to slip, she was showing herself pretty openly. That night pop star Do Wong deflected the problem.)

I made her feel that I was attracted to her and did not mind if others knew it.

When Li first saw Abril she assumed that I was bouncing her wonderful body on my cock regularly. Instead of being discouraged Li became even more intrigued at my interest in her. She confessed that she was a little bit hot to conquer Abril’s body as well. That did not happen for years, not until this year after the explosions at the law firm.

However, none of these games would work for Resha, because of her child she was too nervous about her job, no matter how much she liked me as a person and a lover. So instead I played on the child and his future. His safety and future drove Resha’s escape from Scorpion territory, and won me her sincere appreciation. (Note: the Scorpios had a civil war after what I did, now one-third were gone and the rest formed 2 weaker gangs.) Then on the trip to Peru she realized that I could actually help her, that I was a good person who cared for my own family, and that I actually liked her. Plus I did not show any signs of the male disease of jealousy when she played with others at Tango’s party, or even what was a mortal sin for many LA guys - playing with another woman (Kwool) without my prior approval and a front-row seat. Also, while I clearly enjoyed pleasing her in bed, in Peru I allowed her to sleep with others while I was paying her! Most guys she knew in her past would give her a beating, turn her out to their boys, and then drop her bleeding and naked in a railroad yard for even considering such a thing.

The two bachelor parties and the payment for Peru were actually a tangible, had-to-believe-it turning point, she saw that I had people I cared about both in LA and Peru. The amount of the check gave her a real saving cushion at her bank, her first ever. Since then she had slowly warmed to the 49 community where she lived which increased her comfort even more. Then I did not push her into sex without affection, which is what she was sure would happen because she was a sex worker.

I suspect the Labor day weekend, plus our talk Tuesday about a door opening allowed her comfort with me to solidify. So today the final reserve was gone, her sense of “acting” had evaporated and her attraction to me had opened up to become more complete in physical, emotional, and trusting components.

That was why she called out in Hindi, she was being herself, down to bedrock with no LA crafted facade left. She now thought of me as a source of sincere comfort in all areas, and she wanted more. As much as possible for a single woman with a young child in LA, she was falling in love with me.

My reference to “her Judge Stern,” suggesting a future lifestyle at that level of security for her and her child, it actually got her excited in ways she did not think were possible for a poor whore of mixed birth with a child and no man. But the similarity of their stories - Resha and Mrs. Stern - sank in.