Chapter 14

Ellie felt so good about her success in the escort business that she decided to call home.

Her mother answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Mom?"

"Ellie ... is that you?"

"Yes."

"My god, Ellie, is it really you? I thought..."

"I'm fine, Mom, really, I'm fine."

"Where are you?"

"At the moment I'm in Atlanta, but I'm headed to the airport."

"Where ... where are you going? Are you coming home?"

"No, Mom, I'm not ready to come home ... yet."

"Oh..."

"Mom, I'm fine. How are you?"

"I'm well. I do miss you so much, Ellie."

"Have you seen any of my friends?"

"Yes, Donny has stopped by. He always asks if I've heard from you," her mother said, not mentioning that he was now her lover.

Ellie felt a thrill in her loins at the mention of Donny's name.

"How is he?"

"Fine ... he misses you. You should call him."

"Maybe I will," Ellie said, gnawing at a fingernail.

"Look, Ellie, if you're not coming home ... at least call me once a week."

"Sure Mom. I'll do it, so until next week, okay?"

"I love you, Sweetheart/"

"I love you, too Mom."

Ellie's newest client was something of a mystery man to Ava Gardena. All she knew was that he was a powerful man and broached no mistakes from the women he paid for. They did his bidding with no questions asked. That wasn't something all her girls were equipped to do, and so, with some trepidation, she approached Ellie in hopes that she would be able to carry it off.

"I don't know ... I never know beforehand, what he's going to demand of my girls."

"Ava, I..."

Ava interrupted Ellie.

"I know you're good, Ellie. I know that. But this guy..."

"I can handle him, I know I can," Ellie was quick to say, perhaps to quick.

"All right," Ava replied. "Here's the address. Remember, if things get out of hand, leave. I won't hold it against you. This guy might be all right. But he might be dangerous. I had a guy like him once, years ago. He killed the girl and got away with it. The cops never even talked to him about the murder."

"Jeez," Ellie said. "Didn't even talk to him?"

"He had paid someone off, someone high up. This guy is like that, he's connected. No one's going to bother him. So be careful, understand?"

"I will, and thanks for the tip."

Hot gusts of air puffed through the hole in the rusted fire wall separating Ellie from the engine and swirled up under her short skirt, bringing with it heat and the stink of burning oil. She had cajoled Melody into buying the junker for her after cashing her first decent sized check.

The hot blasts warmed the insides of her bare thighs, touched the crotch of her panties as she drove toward the home of her mystery client. Ellie thought about how she would react to him ... and his demands.

In front of the impressive door of the house, Ellie squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell. She nibbled nervously on her lower lip as she waited. The facade of the house was blank and uninformative - not formidable or frightening, just unhelpful. The windows were like mirrors - reflecting images of the immaculate lawns and shrubs.

The house was modern, long and low, all on one floor. The color was a spotless white. The entrance where Ellie waited was set exactly in the center of the front of the house. The door was a huge slab of wood, some four feet wide. The fixtures were brass, simple, well polished, and expensive.

The wait for her ring to be answered increased Ellie's nervousness. She wished she was certain of the time. Her watch had quit working, and she hadn't gotten around to having it repaired, or replacing it.

Reluctantly, she pressed the rectangular ivory button a second time. There was a sound, and Ellie fought the urge to step back another pace. Determinedly, she held her ground as the door swung open.

"Good morning. It's Ellie, isn't it?"

Ellie took in the man's robe, his dark hair plastered flat on his head with water.

'Had he just been in the shower?'

"I'm sorry," she stuttered, "I thought you said..."

"I did," he assured her calmly, his voice, a baritone, giving the impression of restrained power. "Please, come in, Ellie."

"If it's inconvenient, Mr. Jones, I could always come back later?" she timidly suggested, mentally berating herself for her shyness, and for getting off to such a bad beginning.

"Now is convenient," he said decisively. "Come in. I was just enjoying my morning workout. We can talk when I finish it."

"Is ... Is Mrs. Jones here?" Ellie asked as she followed the man reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting off to a poor start.

"My wife is out for the day," he answered, leading the way to the glass doors that opened out on the pool and the deck. His powerful calf muscles flexed with every step.

Mr. Jones slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned Ellie through. Ellie blinked against the glare, and fumbled to get her dark glasses out. The house, built in the shape of a horseshoe, perched on a steep hillside. The open end hung out over a void.

"Have a cup of coffee, or some iced tea," Mr. Jones suggested. "I have a few more laps to go." He waved her toward a table off to one side off the pool.

"Uh, thank you." Ellie said, and decided to have a cup of coffee. The fine bone china cup clinked softly on the saucer from the shaking of her hand. A loud splash from the pool almost made her drop it. She carefully focused her attention on adding sugar and cream, then turned toward the sound of Mr. Jones as he swam the length of the pool.

Ellie wrenched her eyes away from the nude swimmer, trying not to stare. Then she couldn't help it, and looked again. His buttocks, hard and muscled, rolled slightly with every powerful arm pull, flexed strongly with every kick. Those hard globes of muscle were only slightly less tan than the strong shoulders and back. It was obvious he often "worked out" in the nude.

Perched nervously on the edge of the lounge, she tried not to stare at him as he swam but failed. She berated herself for being embarrassed at his nudity. "You've seen a lot of naked men in the last month, for God's sake, get over it!'

Her eyes tracked him steadily from one end of the pool to the other. His quick, efficient racing turns at the end of each lap sent a glittering shower of water high in the air, and displayed a quick flash of his solid, yet trim ass.

Somehow sensing that he was almost finished, Ellie set her cup down and picked up his robe. He touched the end of the pool and stood up smoothly. The edge of the pool cut just above his groin, all Ellie could see was his muscular torso.

Mr. Jones placed his palms on the edge of the pool, and just before she got to him, he vaulted smoothly out. A wave of cool water sloshed across the deck, soaking Ellie's feet, making her dance awkwardly and ineffectively in an attempt to keep her sandals dry.

"Thanks, but I'm not done yet," he informed her, brushing the robe aside. Picking up a towel, he quickly dried his face. He seemed oblivious of his nudity.

Ellie wasn't. She tried to keep from looking at the man, but couldn't. He was solid muscle. Thick black hair coated his body. His relaxed cock was short and stubby. Even limp it had an impressive diameter. Its skin was dark, its head a dusky purple.

Her eyes focused immediately on his cock where it dangled below him, as he began doing pushups. The muscles in his arms, back and shoulders flexed powerfully, as he dipped toward the deck and then rose smoothly. She was becoming aroused, and her legs were suddenly very shaky.

Ellie's discomfort was anything but eased when her client stopped exercising and turned to sit facing her, his legs spread and his arms hooked around his knees. Her gaze went straight up between his legs to where his cock and balls nestled between his thick, hairy thighs.

"Would you hold my feet?" he asked.

"Well, I thought..."

"I still have to do my sit-ups," he informed her. "Just hold my feet."

Ellie took a tight grip on herself. She knelt on the deck, the hard concrete slightly bruising and scraping her knees. Hesitantly, she leaned forward and gripped his ankles. His skin felt warm. Her eyes focused on his bare groin. His cock was rolled slightly to one side over the lumps of his balls. Droplets of water still gleamed in the thick, black bush of pubic hair.

She felt a trickle of sweat start down from the base of her throat toward the valley between her breasts. She was suddenly conscious of her lack of a bra, and of her stiffened nipples.

Her eyes were still glued to Jim Jones's cock. It seemed to be swelling and expanding. Ellie had to assure herself that it really was getting bigger, harder and larger. She watched in amazement as it slid to one side as it continued to grow, and then as it began to rise upward.

Ellie gulped.

"Ten more," Jones panted.

"What?" Ellie said, absent-mindedly. His cock was becoming monstrous. It was laying across one thigh now, a massive lump of gristle, pulsing and still expanding.

Ellie felt his breath on her face as he sat up and stared directly into her cleavage as she leaned forward holding his ankles.