Chapter 10

"So you the hot mama Ginger was tellin' me about."

"Hot enough, I suppose," respnded Tracy.

He was sitting at a desk in a back room of his favorite strip club. Tracy was standing in front of the desk where he could "inspect the merchandise," as Spiker put it. She had wavered back and forth as to whether she wanted to turn "pro," but an argument with Richard had tipped the balance and after the husband had left for work she had called Spiker and arranged a meet.

"How good are you?" he grinned.

"Why don't we find out," she retorted pointing to a leather sofa.

"I like your attitude, Baby. Now get naked and let's see what you can do."

For the next two hours Tracy came to know the meaning of the word insatiable. None of her lovers, and certainly not Richard, had ever even come close to the size, intensity or recuperative powers of Spiker. He was a screwing machine and while she was now completely exhausted, she was also sated as never before. She didn't want him to know just how good she regarded his carnal abilities but the truth be known she couldn't imagine anyone coming close to the abilities of this good looking and oh-so-well-endowed potential employer.

As for Spiker, he would maintain his bravado and air of superiority but inwardly he regarded Tracy as one of the best lays he'd ever had. She was not only built like an amazon, she could use every part of that body to great advantage in pleasing a man. She was a looker, she was tight, she was enthusiastic and god, those sounds she uttered when she orgasmed were enough to bring a guy off all by themselves. In short, she was already a pro, even if she wasn't getting paid for it. But that would soon change.

"Not bad, Baby, not bad," he said, keeping his cool image.

"Best you've had. And by the way, you're not bad yourself.," she smiled self confidently.

"Well, what about it? I already explained the cut. Interested?"

"I might be. Like I explained, I'm married. I like screwing, but I don't want to mess up a good thing. So it will only be afternoons and some weekends. When my husband is out of town I'll let you know."

"Sounds okay by me. When you wanna start?"

"I think I just did. You owe me two hundred. Ordinarily I'd make it three, but I'll give you a company discount."

"Ha!" he laughed, "I like your style, Baby. Maybe now nd then we give each other a discount."

"That might be arranged," she smiled sensuously.

"Can you start tomorrow?"

"Sure. Just make sure he's as good looking and hung as well as you are."

"Baby, ain't NOBODY as good lookin' or hung as well as me." They both smiled. "Know the Rosemont?"

The hotel was not the finest in town but not a flea bag either.

"Yes, I stayed there once, a while back," she answered recalling one of her trysts had been at the Rosemont with a man named Gary. Now what was his last name?

"Room 611. Two o'clock."

"You've already lined up someone?"

"Yeah, I sort of figured you'd be interested."

"Talk about being full of yourself!" she laughed.

"Like Mohammed Ali said, 'if you can do it, it ain't braggin.' I got something special lined up for you tomorrow."

Tracy checked her watch. Two o'clock sharp. She stood in front of the hotel door, her hand raised to knock. A final time she asked herself if she really wanted to go through with it. After all, she could always go back to her trysts. There was no shortage of men to grovel at her feet for attention. But, there was something about this whole business that gave her a buzz. She really wasn't interested in hurting Richard. He actually was a nice enough guy, but oh, the excitement of sneaking behind your husband's back to meet and screw strange men, and for money! Even thinking about it got her aroused. No, she wanted this and she could always quit whenever she wanted, she told herself. So with eager anticipation and only the slightest bit of trepidation she knocked on the door.

The door opened to reveal a man in his mid thirties, not bad looking actually. She could tell he was admiring her revealing dress, but it was the woman who lay on the bed behind him that gave Tracy a start.

"Uh, Spiker did tell you there'd be three of us, right?"

"Sure, Honey, the more the merrier," she lied, stepping into the room, starting to undress and beginning her new profession.