Chapter 10
The last week of summer. Lisa-Marie was expecting her parents home within a matter of days with mixed feelings. Also, with mixed feelings, she was facing her last day at the Barnaby Hotel. "I won't miss cleaning the toilets, though, that's for sure," she remarked to a bemused Andrea. What she didn't tell Andrea, however, was that she felt she would go nuts and become permanently obsessed with the gigolo, James, unless she could sleep with him just once. The reason she didn't talk to Andrea about him was that her friend had tried several more times for the handsome man, only to be rebuffed. Therefore, James was rather a sore subject with Andrea. Happily, though, Lisa-Marie had totally redeemed herself in her friend's eyes by the fact that she had so aggressively seduced Nigel.
I can't believe that summer's over with, she thought glumly as she stepped off the bus and began the short walk to the Barnaby. The warm morning sun felt good, but it did absolutely nothing to cheer up the forlorn girl. "Fuck everything," she mumbled to herself.
There, as usual, was James, sitting at the outside table at the Vienna Cafe. He was scanning the newspaper and sipping at his coffee with the remains of his breakfast growing cold in front of him. And, as usual, Lisa-Marie's stomach flip-flopped at the sight of him: those broad shoulders and the wavy, sun-bleached light-brown hair! He was too incredible and, for the millionth time, she halfway seriously debated on whether or not to go over to him and find out what it would cost her to fuck him.
She hesitated. "Why not? What have I got to lose? He already knows that I was getting-off while he was servicing Mrs. Pratt, so it's no secret that I'm attracted to him." She chewed on her full lower lip and then resolutely began to walk over to him. He looked up as she approached and his deep-blue eyes locked with her green ones with frightening intensity. The young girl felt like she was moving toward a lion. Just then, a thin and very spry older woman came dancing over to James' table.
"There you are, Jamey! I was hoping to see you! I need an escort today-all day. Oh, please say that you have no previous engagement! You know that ... I can take very good care of you!" The woman clasped the gigolo's arm, her yellowed teeth bared in a death-skull grin.
James turned towards the woman, but, very surprisingly, he glanced back to where Lisa-Marie had halted. Feeling like it just wasn't meant to be, the pretty girl shrugged her shoulders, gave a curt, slight bow and then quickly departed for her last day of work.
She felt so downhearted that she didn't engage in her favorite kind of work-break, masturbating in an empty guest room. She'd been playing a private game with herself wherein she had wanted to see if she could manage, by the end of summer, to get-off in every single guest room in the hotel. She'd come close, but no cigar.
Billy, the kitchen boy, had approached her around noon and had asked if she wanted "to do it" one more time. She'd slowly shook her head 'no' and had explained that she was too depressed to be able to make it worth his while. It was kind of funny, but the head manager, Mr. Jones, started sniffing around her, insinuating very openly that he wouldn't mind having an encore to the first day she had worked at the Barnaby. Lisa-Marie had sneered at him. Coward, she'd thought. Now that she was leaving he wasn't afraid of her jeopardizing his job. What a jerk!
Theresa noticed that her favorite worker wasn't her usual lively self. "What's the matter, honey?"
So Lisa-Marie explained to the Oriental woman that she just could hardly stand the thought of never being able to at least touch James. Theresa nodded her head sagely. She understood.
Later on that day, Lisa-Marie was watering the plants in the lobby when Theresa walked up to her and said very loudly, thoroughly surprising and embarrassing the girl. "So, today's your last day here, huh? You're gonna soon be leaving for college, right? We'll miss you, Lisa-Marie. We'll miss you!" And then Theresa had slapped Lisa-Marie on the back and, without another word, had stalked off.
"Why was she talking so loudly?" the young girl puzzled aloud as she went out to the veranda to water the potted plants there. Weird. She suddenly became aware that someone had approached her and was standing right behind her and so she whirled around.
"Excuse me," said James softly with his charming, slight French accent. "I couldn't help but overhear that you are leaving today?"
Lisa-Marie stared up at him open-mouthed. Well, this explains Theresas behavior. She felt her knees turn to jelly for her attraction to him was very powerful. The sexual feelings just seemed to be zinging out from him, causing her whole body to become a slave to desire. He was the epitome of the kind of man who aroused her.
He had asked her a question and she tried to rouse herself out of the trance enough to be able to respond somewhat intelligently. "Yes. I leave for college very soon." She felt like such a fool standing there, holding that damn watering can when all she wanted to do was hold him.
"James! There you are. I wondered where you had wandered off to. Come on, let's go! I have a lot of places I want to see today!" The same thin older woman placed her hand in a proprietary fashion on James' arm. She didn't even acknowledge Lisa-Marie's presense.
"Sara, please forgive me. However, something very important has come up and I'm afraid that I cannot escort you today. I beg your understanding!" He squeezed the hand on his arm and then said very firmly, "Please excuse me now." And after a few futile attempts on her part to change his mind, the woman slumped off.
Lisa-Marie held her breath, hardly daring to hope. James smiled a tender smile down at her, his white teeth working their magic on her. "I am James. You are Lisa-Marie. It's high time we met officially." He reached his strong, long-fingered hand out to her and firmly grasped her small hand. At his touch, she felt herself tremble slightly. He did not let go of her hand. "I think that, perhaps, since this is your last day of work, they will not mind if you leave early?"
Lisa-Marie smiled exuberantly and set down the watering can. She could hardly believe what he was saying. Still holding her hand, he led her down the veranda steps and over towards a small sports car. Just when she had settled herself in the car, a horrible thought suddenly struck her and she turned to him. "James-how much?"
"Pardon?" He backed the car out and aimed it for the highway.
"How much ... how much do you charge?" she asked timidly.
He opened his mouth in amazement, said, "Mon dieu! For you-nothing!" and then started to laugh for a good five minutes. Lisa-Marie couldn't see how he could laugh and drive the car so well at the same time. And she didn't see what was so funny. Finally he stopped laughing and said, "All right. So you do know about me." He turned the car onto a side street and pulled up in front of a cottage and stopped the auto. But all he did then was get out and lead her into the nicely decorated little house. After shutting the door, he gripped her hard by the shoulders and said, "I vowed to have nothing to do with the pretty chambermaid. Every summer, I put aside my own desires and concentrate on making my fortune with my special clients. The rest of the year I allow myself my pleasures. But this time-I just want you very badly. I've been watching you whenever I've been able to. What I like best about you is that you seem to be so totally unaware of how beautiful you are." And in so saying, he began to kiss her, their tongues initiating the intimacy about to occur. He pulled the soft girl up close to his hard body, giving her a sense that she was sinking into total sexual abandonment. She melted against him, her lush breasts pressed against his broad chest.
He stopped the kiss and swept her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom to place her on a small double-bed. He immediately undid the buttons on her uniform, causing her full, firm, upward-tilting breasts to come spilling out into his cupped hands. He licked her nipples, creating flames of lust in her. She gripped his shoulders and moaned as he paid tribute to her naked breasts. As he moved up and kissed her neck and shoulders, she began to unbutton his white shirt, sliding her hands inside it. Their skin sizzled together and it was pure sin when they finally had their naked bodies touching. As his long fingers delighted her cunt, she thought, This is it-this is the ultimate experience! They moved well together as his cock plunged deeply within her tight cunt. He knew just how to please a woman, for everywhere he touched her-her earlobe, the back of her neck, her inner thighs-he caused her the most exquisite pleasure. She came several times, as did he, and as she lay in his arms afterwards, she just couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Rapture. She explored every part of his body just to make sure he was real.
Before drifting off to sleep, she idly wondered whatever she would do if her first assignment in college was to write an essay on "How I Spent My Summer Vacation."