Chapter 7

A short plane ride followed by a long journey by limousine brought me to a large office building in the midst of the city. The nondescript building looked somewhat like an old fashioned private club where a prior generation old men might have occupied leather chairs, smoked cigars, and escaped their nagging wives. The modern country club with requisite golf courses, swimming pools, and women members had replaced these bastions of maleness in most big cities.

A very large black man in a doorman's uniform opened my limo door. His eyes lit up when I handed him my business card, as Pamela had instructed. He led me to the massive front door of the building. The huge metal door buzzed and opened and the doorman passed me off to another equally large man, this one of obvious Italian descent.

Through an open door I saw a group of men chatting in an ornate, darkly paneled drawing room, but instead of depositing me there, my escort led me up a broad winding staircase to the next floor. At the end of a long hallway, he knocked on a highly polished wooden door. Another very large man answered and welcomed me inside what obviously was an office, just like one that a person might encounter in any business district in the world. The office was complete with a matronly, yet obviously efficient secretary who gave me a stern once over before alerting her boss.

My cousin Pamela sat behind a very feminine desk that one might see in the office of a fashion magazine or interior design company CEO. Her trademark smile broke out as I entered the room.

"Welcome, sweet Bobby, to my secret world," said Pamela in a soft voice. "Ready for some fun? And maybe a few shocks?"

I still did not know what to expect and I'm sure my discomfort was obvious.

"The last time I took your advice and participated in an adventure," I reminded her, "I ended up naked and got caught pants-down by my relatives. You'll please excuse my insecurity. On the other hand, that likely was the most exciting day of my otherwise pretty boring life."

Pamela laughed heartily as memories obviously flooded back to her.

"That was quite a day, cousin. But, if that was your most exciting day so far then I figure you are due for some new thrills," Pamela oozed.

She stepped over to a bookcase and suddenly the case started to move. In a moment, a dark passageway was revealed.

"I thought those things only existed in movies," I remarked.

"I'm in the fantasy business, remember? Everything, including this, is part of the fantasy. Walk this way, Bobby. New pleasures await."

For the first time, I noticed Pamela's attire. She wore another obviously expensive business suit... of sorts. This one was just a little lower cut in front and just a little shorter and tighter at the hemline than one might see on the city streets. I could not keep my eyes off of her round ass as it wiggled its way into the darkness in front of me.

After a few yards, the passage widened and another door appeared. Pamela punched a few numbers on an adjacent security keypad and the door slowly opened.

"From here on, cousin, I'll expect the full discretion that we discussed. Not many people get to see what you are about to see. Quiet is required also. You can't quite soundproof walls in old buildings."

We walked out into a narrow hallway decorated in dark red velvet curtains.

Pamela whispered, "In case you are curious... no one knows that we are here. We want to keep it that way."

Wearing a sly grin Pamela pulled back a curtain to reveal several sets of rectangular peepholes, large enough to provide exquisite views, yet small enough to blend in with the décor on the other side.

I audibly gasped at the sight through the first rectangle.

A stunningly beautiful young woman, totally nude, was giving a much older man a massage. His body glistened with oil. She had the body of a fashion model and the face of an angel. Her hands dug deeply into the man's upper thighs. Inches away, his cock stood completely uncovered and semi-erect.

"She's beautiful, huh?" whispered Pamela.

"Gorgeous," I groaned. "They can't see us?"

"Nope. Cool, huh?"

The couple seemed shockingly close to us, too close for my comfort. I could see every sinew in the old man's body and every slight bump on each of the girl's pink aureoles. I almost felt as if I had to hold my breathe for fear they could hear me breathing. I was positive they could hear my heart pounding in my chest.

"Companionship, cousin," Pamela continued. "It may seem that sex is our business, but, truthfully, it is not. He is a rich widower with a large family, a deacon in the church, pillar of the community with many, many friends... and despite all those people about him all the time, he is as lonely as he can be. A friend referred him to me. I referred him to Jeanette. Now everyone is happy."

The young woman's hands wandered effortlessly from the man's legs to his cock. Shiny spots of oil glowed here and there on her slim body. When she moved to a small table to reach for a container, I noticed her pubic hair for the first time. Her bush was trimmed in the shape of a heart.

"Amazing," I uttered.

Pam merely smiled. The woman returned to the table, her hands heavily covered with new oil. After anointing the old man's legs again, she began to stroke his cock with gentle vigor.

"Oh, it looks as if Mr... oops, I had better not mention names... it looks as if our client is about to be even happier in just a moment."

A giggle emerged from Pamela that reminded me of long years ago.

The girl's hands suddenly began to move faster along the man's hardening, glistening cock. His legs suddenly tensed and a spurt of cum erupted from his member. Another blast quickly followed, and then another. A broad smile broke out on the girl's face. She stooped and kissed the tip of his engorged member.

"Jesus, " I gasped. My cock also had sprung to attention.

"You are wondering, I'll bet, about the girl, aren't you, cousin? Full-time hooker, maybe?"

"Yes, I suppose," I whispered as she pulled the curtain closed.

"She is a student at the university majoring in, of all things, microbiology. Working for me a few hours per week keeps the tuition paid. Hooker? No, just a girl assuring her future... and having a good time in the process. Did you like that, Bobby?"

"Well, I..." I felt my face turn red.

"Don't be embarrassed here, my sweet cousin... you don't have to hide anything from Pamela."

Suddenly I knew that I likely was not the first man to whom she had said those words. The line between family and occupation had begun to blur a bit.

We moved to the other side of the hall and Pamela opened another curtain. Through the looking glass, two people-a middle-aged man and another beautiful woman sat at a ornate table. They sipped wine while talking and laughing. The woman wore a rather sheer top that allowed her nipples to show clearly through, but neither person seemed interested in anything other than conversation.

"Hmmm, nothing of particular interest going on in there. Just a little human relations, maybe?"