Chapter 14: New Business

The next two months were a blur, at least in my life. I felt like the proverbial frog in a blender.

The engineering courses were harder than ever, and I poured every free moment into studying, and, of course, taking various exams, include a mid-term oral in the special course that I’d arranged on cyber security and building or adapting computer systems so that they were threat resistant. I did very well on everything, but that was amazing given what else was going on.

Allie and I, plus my various fraternity brothers and her sorority sisters each did ‘work’ interviews with Connie and usually her husband Bjorn. The other guys and girls did not always have a live test of the sexual abilities, but Allie and I did a repeat when we went for our more serious interviews.

We were surprised to find that Connie and Bjorn did actually run an interior decorating business, complete with a showroom and other ‘regular’ staff that worked with clients on home improvement and decoration. We both got an after-hours tour of that operation.

Bjorn took about a hundred pictures of Allie and me in a wide variety of settings and situations, none were erotic unless you wanted to count a few bikini shots of Allie taken at the beach. Soon we had our own escort webpages on their locally-oriented Internet website. One by one our other student friends did, too.

Connie was right. The number of offers we had for ‘business’ went up dramatically, especially for Allie. She finally had to start turning down offers or suffer academically. She finally told Connie not to suggest escort jobs more frequently than three evenings a week. She promised to tell Connie when she would have more time.

I limited things to two evenings a week. I was still doing my weekly Krav Maga classes plus some pistol practice twice a month. My weaponry class had also continued to include some knife work – very nasty stuff.

I continued to see Barbara Biltmore and her daughter Tish, no charge; they were just sexy friends-with-benefits. They weren’t part of the deal with Connie, nor were Hal and Nora. Allie had two men that she worked with Connie to ‘grandfather’ into her new managed life. Lauren also got preferential treatment.

I was surprised that there were so many middle-aged needy women that were willing to pay Connie’s rates for an evening with a university man. Apparently, the college connection was a big draw for them. Several admitted they’d been too shy in college and were making up for lost time in some way. Several became monthly clients. I noted that they were each married, but that feature of their lives was never a discussion topic. I certainly would never bring up something like that.

At the end of my first month working for Connie, so to speak, I’d made $2,600 in tips. Connie gave me a check for about $12,000 issued from her decorating business, and that was net after taxes had been withheld.

Further, I told my parents I’d taken a new job working for an interior design and decorator and helping with their computer systems and with some of the complex installations of mechanical devices, curtains, and moving furniture. They knew I’d bulked up from doing some martial arts, but my true motivation had never been revealed other than to stay in shape.

A woman named Diana Rhoads became my steady client. We fucked weekly for a month and then she said she had to go monthly because of the expense. I took the issue to Connie. The next I knew; Diana was back as a weekly client and very happy. My tip money didn’t change from her, either, so I don’t know what kind of deal got cut. I ended telling Connie the full story.

I made time for Diana other than my twice-a-week other clients, many of whom were one-time-only women. Diana and I ‘clicked’, especially in bed. I made her orgasms real peak experiences for her, and she did the same for me.

After I’d been with Diana several times, Connie asked me to tell her about the woman. I started, “Diana has relationship problems, and I’ve resolved to be a good listener. I know enough not to try and solve them for her, and also not to get more involved.

“Diana was initially involved with a failing marriage when we first met. She’d hired a private investigator to track her husband. He was cheating on her with a bimbo from the local Cheetahs – a strip club. They had various meetings that eventually got videoed, taped, recorded, photographed, and otherwise documented in minute detail. Diana was sitting on all that information and wondering what to do. I still kept my yap shut although the solution seemed obvious.

“As it turned out, the husband felt that his wife was cheating on him, and had HER followed, right to the local Marriott, where we met on Thursday afternoons for our fuck sessions, dinner, and another fuck session before she headed home full of my cum and sexually sated – at least, if I did my job well. I went home and studied.”

I continued, “So, Asshole husband then has ME followed, but not enough to establish that I am an escort. I ended up looking like a university student that his wife apparently shacked up with once a week, and nothing more. I guess he didn’t know about the money involved.

“He did establish that I was living with Allie, and she happened to look only like my hot girlfriend.”

Connie asked, “So, what happened?”

“It got ugly one afternoon. John showed up at our over-the-garage apartment late one afternoon as Allie was getting back from class. He confronted her, asking questions about her relationship with me. Allie established who he was and who his wife was, and then she told him that she was my girlfriend, and left it at that.”

John blurted out, “Well, your boyfriend is having an affair with my wife, and I don’t like it. It has to stop.”

“I’d already filled in Allie on what I knew about Diana’s failing marriage, so she now had a more complete view of the landscape. She told him, “Stay away from Adam (my stage name Adam Nice); he can get dangerous, just so you know. He shot one guy that crossed him. You need to talk to him yourself, not through me. I am not your fucking messenger. Be prepared to tell him how pure are you, though. I know about my boyfriend’s habits about seeing other women and I tolerate it. I have a suspicion, though, that you are fucking around on your wife? What happened first – her or you?’

“Her confrontation stopped him cold and made him start to stutter and stammer. He finally said, ‘Tell your boyfriend to stay away from her.’ He turned and left.

“Allie called me, and I immediately called Connie. Connie called Diana. As I understand it, Diana had a fucking fit. When John got home, they apparently had the fight to end all fights. Things got physical, and John beat up his wife. Not a good situation.

“I got the rest of the story from Diana a week later, when she showed up for our weekly assignation as usual. She still had some of the bruises around her face, forehead, and I had to be careful of her left shoulder where he’d body slammed her into the ground.

“Diana told me, ‘I called the police as soon as I could get near my cellphone. Well, I called 9-1-1, and they sent the police. John was still throwing punches at me. He then fought with the two cops and was finally arrested for spousal abuse, resisting arrest, and assault on a police officer. My lawyer thinks he’ll get six months with time off after two.’

“I asked, being careful to stay as distant as I could, and what about your marriage?

“Diana rolled her eyes. She had the best fucking divorce lawyer in the state. The lawyer is apparently friggin’ vicious with wife beaters. She had about two-hundred pictures of all her bruises plus the physician’s report from the hospital emergency room. Her husband and his bank accounts are dead meat. Of course, there’s also a permanent restraining order.”

Connie laughed.

I just nodded, “I told Diana that I was sorry that things had gone that far south for her. I told her that I’d become fairly proficient at body massage. The next I knew; I had the nude and bruised body of my good client stretched out on the bed on her stomach. I had my shoulder bag with me, and happened to have, among other things, some massage oil. I was never a scout, but I believe in being prepared.

“I told her, ‘As I work on you, I want you to tell me if I am even close to one of your injuries. I do not want to hurt you further.’ I started on Diana’s toes and worked my way up, avoiding contact with any bruise or anything near her genitals. I also worked the back of her head and her neck.

“Diana rolled over, and suddenly I was confronted with that sexy body, those magnificent breasts, and that fabulous pussy just begging to be fucked. I resisted, and massaged around her face and neck, then moved lower, being careful of her left shoulder and left side and a couple of other bruises where she’d been kicked.

“‘Just fuck me ... please. I need you’, she pleaded.

“I kept massaging but allowed my hands to encase her breasts and pinch her nipples between my fingers. One hand extended to her crotch, massaging gently as my fingers ran through her slit. She was flooding the area with her girl juice. More than any other time I’d been with Diana, she was really turned on.

“As I’d massaged her, I gradually took a few seconds here and there and stripped my own clothes away. I was naked, and I was hard. I felt the arousal, perhaps more than she did.

“I pulled her to the end of the mattress and then started licking her sodden cunt. She tasted like the finest of wines. I could have eaten her and sucked in those fluids for a year. Instead, I did it just long enough to bring her right to the edge. Diana’s leg muscles near her groin started to flutter. I knew she was close.