Chapter 4: Taylor and Mike; Lennie meets Housewife Summer

It was the following Sunday afternoon after their Mexican dinner when Taylor came clean with Mike about her background. Mike had picked up Taylor from Bellevue Square shopping center, where she had been dropped off by Lennie three hours earlier to get her hair and nails done.

“Whoa, you even look sexier than the last time I saw you,” Mike uttered. “How about a change of plans? You look so damned hot. How about instead of going to a movie, like we planned, let’s go to dinner instead. I want to show you off to a crowd. Having you on my arm is a helluva turn-on for me.”

Taylor giggled as she liked being shown off by the man she accompanied. “Mike, I’m just wearing this little old dress. Are you sure?” It was another one of her custom-fit dresses that showed off both a lot of leg and a lot of cleavage, two areas in which Taylor excelled in the sexy-woman department.

Mike nodded enthusiastically. “Taylor, you’re as hot as the sun looking like, like,” he paused, trying to find words, “that.” His hand slowly swept down her body, starting at her freshly done hair and sweeping downward until pointing at her well-preserved legs. They hugged and kissed, and Taylor made certain to grind her chest into his.

They drove the few blocks to their restaurant, handing the car keys over to the valet. Taylor grabbed his arm, and they walked in together.

They had to wait in the large lobby for the next open table, because they didn’t get reservations beforehand. The wait was long enough, so Mike started talking to her about something that was bothering him. They had already agreed not to keep secrets from each other, but what he had to say was still difficult.

“Look, Taylor, I must admit that you caught me off guard when you told me what you do for a living. I will admit that it’s still difficult to accept you being with other men and all. I told you that I used to date a stripper years ago, but she was only getting naked in public, and her backroom shenanigans were limited to getting her tits and ass fondled and the occasional hand job if the tip was big enough. She never fucked or sucked a customer, ever, or at least that was what she said.”

Taylor said nothing but stared at her man, waiting for him to continue.

“Hey, I will always be honest with you, girl. I’ve thought about it, and I would much rather have you in my life the way you are instead of demanding you quit your profession. You aren’t going to quit, right? I mean, you’ve been doing this for your entire adult life. I’m just trying to be real.”

“Thanks, Mike, I understand your hesitation—I really do. I’m just glad that we can get beyond it and enjoy each other.”

He pulled her to one side, where they had a bit of privacy.

“Taylor, I’m so torn. First off, I love you so damn much that it hurts. Inside, you know?” He lightly pounded his chest with his fist a few times for effect.

She nodded, softly smiling. She felt the same way about him, a completely new feeling she had never before experienced. Mike continued.

“I never knew that I could be so into a person like I am for you. You’re like nobody I’ve ever known in my life. We think alike, we laugh at the same things. I want to talk all the time with you and learn your ideas and opinions. As far as the bedroom, I have a dirty mind, and you love it when I’m nasty. You’re as nasty as I am, but you remain sexy instead of being skanky and slutty.” He hesitated for a few seconds and added, “but you do the hottest job of skanky and slutty I’ve ever seen. And of course, look at how gorgeous you are. God, you are so hot.”

Taylor smiled as he complimented her beauty. It was common. All of her johns did it, but from her new boyfriend, Mike, it was honest, making her feel warm.

“You are an extreme case of winning the genetic lottery. Damn girl, you’re so fine! How did Lennie ever get involved with Cindy, you, and Kaylani? Talking like a true sexist, you’re all some Prime USDA. The finest around, anywhere. And you? Fuck. You have the additional knack of upping it all with your amazing, sexy accent.”

Taylor blushed, feeling it from his heart. Everything he said was a compliment. A whore is a commodity, and she and her girls were used to being compared to the finest grade of meat in America.

“Damn right,” she said under her breath.

“Look, Taylor. I get your work. I understand what you do and how often you do it. And frankly, how lucrative it is. I respect all of that, and you have to hear that from me,” he stated with an independent third-party voice, like a television announcer.

Then his voice changed. There was some pleading and some disappointment in his voice that signaled defeat.

“I’m a man, and I never thought I was a freak. Sure, I liked to have fun, but I could never understand those guys who you read about where the guy’s wife or close girlfriend was a prostitute. I always thought, how could they handle that, your girl, the one for you, is constantly fucking other men every day.”

Taylor nodded, knowing there was more that Mike had to say. She realized that he was confessing his innermost feelings to her.

“And oh, by the way, she has been doing it for years and is rich. Getting naked with a stranger, sucking his dick and eating his sperm, and getting her pussy railed. Then leaving the stranger and having an appointment with another, and doing it all over again. That’s my girlfriend? The concept is so foreign to me.” The look on his face was almost of defeat.

She looked at him intensely, waiting for more. He had never shared his feelings like this before.

“I’ve got to tell you I’m going crazy,” Mike confessed. Taylor started to say something, but he held up his right hand and pointed his finger to stop her from saying anything.

“For over a month now, I’ve had an incredible time with you. I’ve fallen madly in love with you. I can’t believe how lucky I am, especially at my age. If I used Artificial Intelligence to design the perfect woman for me, you would be the creation. I can’t believe my luck.”

She continued to listen, giving him a faint smile.

“But as perfect as you are and how much we fit together, the fact remains that you constantly fuck other men. You are naked for them and will perform pretty much any sexual act they desire. You’ve told me how many times men have used your body for paid pleasure. Paid pleasure, because that is what you do. I’ve got to tell you, the more I love you, the more ashamed I am of myself. To love you means I have to accept being a cuckold, letting sex with other men be a part of our relationship.”

They looked into each other’s eyes as if they understood each other. Taylor broke the silence.

“Let me tell you first, Mike, what you are facing is the issue that nearly every whore realizes if they are in a relationship. I’m not a man, and have been a whore for so long that I don’t feel shame when I work. But you are a civilian, and I can understand your shame, like most any civilian would. So don’t feel bad if you are dumping me, because that is what normally happens after the civilian comes off that initial high of a new relationship and realizes his girl is a whore. I’m giving you permission to dump me because of what I do—I won’t hold it against you. I’m just happy I had a chance to experience true love for this month and a half with someone. That has never happened to me before.”

Mike paused to process what she had just said. Then he spoke.

“It is tough for me to realize the woman that will be mine forever is a proud prostitute that makes incredible money and lives her life with zeal and is busy all the time getting naked and fucking other men. I have to continue to repeat that in order to accept it.”

Taylor looked at him with a growing sadness on her face. He was trying to be kind, but the initial crazy love part of our new relationship has finally worn off, as they always do, and now it is the time when reality sets in. Mike is finally coming to terms with what I do and can’t handle it, she thought to herself. But then he surprised her.

“What I’m going to do is to try to embrace that you are a prostitute, and all that’s related. To make our relationship official, I need to acknowledge it. I don’t know what else to do. Just to get this straight, for the record, let’s say this once out loud, okay?”

She nodded in agreement but remained quiet otherwise.

“You love me and I love you, and in the last month we’ve molded and merged into a couple. A couple that will last forever, at least from my end.”

Taylor nodded again and smiled, and as if to seal the deal, moved in front of him with a smooth step, wrapped her arms around him, and, while bringing him close, attacked his mouth with hers, her wet tongue leading the way, her soft, giant tits smashing into his chest. Their passionate embrace lasted for a long while.

“Does that answer your question?”

He paused as if he was savoring the aftertaste of a very fine wine, something so unusual that he couldn’t go on until her taste registered in his mind.

“And you are an expensive prostitute who works on her schedule but essentially full time, has been doing it for years, and will be continuing it forever, or until further notice, which is way in the future.”

Taylor was stunned at what he was saying. Mike was being truthful and honest.

“Yeah, all of that is true, Mike. I love you so much but I’ll continue to work at my profession. And for the record, my profession is prostitution. For the record, as you want it, I hereby state that I am and will continue to be a prostitute.”

He said nothing, giving nothing away. Taylor continued.

“And I have to say, for the record, that I will be completely transparent in every possible way. I am going to talk with Cindy first for approval, but I want to tell you everything about me and what I do. Things that we girls are normally not allowed to tell our partners. The husbands of the housewives, for example, know nothing about what they do, other than when they leave and come home, and a few nebulous descriptions of the sex acts they perform. The men know nothing about their wives’ clients.”

Now Mike was listening intently.

“I want to show you how much money I’ve earned in an evening. I want to tell you where I go, who I meet, and what I do. All as much, or for that matter, how little you want to know. Make no mistake, I am a whore, but I’m also your girlfriend. Your significant other. Maybe someday, your wife. I know that’s thinking way ahead, but, for the record, it’s all on the table for me.”

Taylor breathed a deep sigh as she finished her statement, like she knew a die had been cast, but she had no idea what would happen.

They stared at each other, hesitant, unsure of the next word or who would say it. Somehow, whoever speaks first loses. But how can they lose?

Suddenly, Mike grabbed Taylor by the shoulders and held her immobile as he stared deeply into her eyes. Mike reached around her back and, with both arms, pulled her into his big body. Their lips met tightly and with passion, and her breasts crushed into his chest.

“Oh God, oh God,” Taylor uttered, having difficulty breathing.

“I love you, Taylor, I love you! I can’t live without you! I take you as you are, baby, even what you do. I know what that means, and I accept it. I still don’t like it, but I won’t stop you, and...” he stopped to take a breath as well as register what he was about to say.

“You are my girlfriend and more, maybe someday my wife. What is also true is that you are a prostitute, a whore, and you get naked and fuck other men. I have to keep telling myself that out loud so I can somehow accept it. Every time I kiss you from now on, I accept that you have had multiple cocks in that mouth I kiss, and some of them have even shot their cum in it.” He paused and looked at her sincerely, and then spoke.

“You’ve gotta help me, baby. You’ve gotta help me through this. I don’t want to be a cuckold, but I will for you. It’s that simple.”

Taylor let out a sigh and realized her luck had held. Mike was actually going to support her. He continued.

“I know that doing this makes me a cuckold. In a lot of those porn movies, the cuck is degraded by the wife as well as the bull. Honestly, Taylor, I find that embarrassing, but if that is what you want, well, I want to let you know that I will try to do it.”

“You would do that?” she said incredulously.

“Yeah, after I tell you my preferences, it will be up to you. You control our relationship and anything sexual. So what is it? Are you going to degrade me by having to watch a bull fuck you?”

Taylor was stunned at his words. Her mind was running a million miles a minute. No, she thought, Mike is confused.

“Mike baby, I don’t fuck bulls. Bulls fuck wives for free as their men either watch them or the wife is fucking the Bull with the full knowledge of the husband. Some men like to watch their wives getting fucked by another man, but a lot of wives do it because they want the power in the relationship, and fucking a Bull in front of their husband makes the wife in the controlling position of the marriage. The kink is not being able to sexually satisfy your wife, so the man lets a “real man” do it instead, usually in front of him.”

She shook her head hard.

“To me, it’s really humiliating for the husband. God baby, I would never do that to you.”

Mike looked a bit confused, so Taylor continued with the lesson.

“I fuck clients, what we girls call Johns. Johns always pay the going rate, and they get charged by the hour and pay in advance. The whore provides a needed service to the John, and assuming the whore does her job and the John is realistic in his demands, both walk away satisfied. No, baby, never confuse a John with a Bull. I never want to rub my work in your face. I just want you to recognize it as legitimate, and that means you support my life choice as a prostitute.”

He silently nodded, slowly at first; he didn’t realize he was agreeing with her.

“Another thing, Taylor. You are someone who talks a mile a minute when you get going. I never, ever want to stop that. I love you for who you are, and all of your goofy quirks, as well as your beauty. One reason that I am accepting your profession in our relationship is that I always want you to tell me what is on your mind. I’ve never connected at this level with another woman. I want us to continue to finish each other’s sentences. Does that make any sense?”

“Oh baby, you have no idea!” Taylor gushed. They hugged together, Taylor rubbing her huge double-Ds and starting to breathe heavily on Mike’s neck, his wet tongue licking up and down. The half-dozen others in the lobby waiting for their table couldn’t hear their words, but were staring at their public display of affection. The men all liked it, while the wives were a bit disgusted.

“You’re my king, baby. Anything you want from me, anytime, without exception. Lennie is my pimp and will be forever, but you are my man. That means everything to me.”

She pulled away from the neck and ear licking and looked into his eyes with all the concentration she could muster.