1. 2-for-1 Discount--Part II


    Date: 7/15/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: prairiedogg, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    what it looks like. I just wanted to explore a few things with them, a follow-up, if you please. I couldn't very well ask them for a round two and expect them to pay me for it." "A follow-up? Jesus Christ, Chas, in all our time together you've never had a follow-up! I know you, Chas. I know you, and I've never seen this behavior from you, not once. You've fucking fallen in love, don't try to deny it. Let me guess, it was the anorexic one, the one with the short black hair. Am I right? Jesus, she looks like an older Joan Jett, right up your alley!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud at Vanessa's rantings. "Settle down, Vanessa," I pleaded with her. "I'm just a little curious and want to have a little fun." Vanessa was slowly calming down. "So, you think she looks like Joan Jett, do you? How long did it take you to figure that out?" "About two seconds after I met her, you fuckstick! Look, I'll do what you want on this, but if you want to move in with them or something, you've got to promise me that you won't let it interfere with your weekend jobs. Just remember, when you don't work I don't get paid." "But Vanessa, I'm not foolish enough to think that I'm the only escort you handle. How many others do you have under your umbrella?" "Counting you there are eight escorts I handle. But you were my first, so my loyalty will always be with you. You gave me my start and I'll never forget that." "Thank you. Vanessa, I appreciate your honesty but this is important to me that I see ...
    these two again." "Then I won't schedule anyone for Saturday. Here's the info sheet on your Friday client." Vanessa handed me the sheet. One thing about Vanessa, she was thorough when it came to these sheets. It always listed the name, height, weight, appearance, where to meet and some background details on the client. It was typewritten and done very professionally. I ran over the details of this client. Her name was Hope. She was fifty-four and married, which was unusual. Not that she was fifty-four, but that she was married. Probably ninety percent of my clients were either divorced, widowed or just plain single. I always took great pains to be as discreet as possible with a married woman. It usually meant that Vanessa had booked a room at a nice hotel, so that we couldn't be surprised by an irate husband. Whenever that happened, Vanessa made sure that the fee was adjusted upward to allow for the expense of the hotel. On Wednesday I called Patricia and Ramona to make sure that we were still on for Saturday night. Patricia answered the phone. "Hello, Chas. I was just thinking about you. How have you been?" "Oh, I'm doing well, Patricia. I was calling to make sure that we still have a date this Saturday. You know, if you can't make it I'll understand." "Can't make it? Hell's minions couldn't keep us from seeing you on Saturday night. Of course we're still on." "That's good news. Would you like to meet me somewhere and follow me to my place, or would you like me to just give you ...