Chapter 9
It was a gray sloggy morning when I left the fountain. Don was early on his corner.
"Hey," he said slyly, looking around. The Doorman at the Davenport is looking for studs." He grinned.
"What for?"
"I'm not sure," he said. "John told me last night, some kind of escort service."
"Women."
"I think so," he said.
"Might as well," I said. Thanks." The Davenport was not far from Don's corner.
The escort service was located in a small hotel just off Powell. The clerk led me upstairs.
"Angus Escorts" said the plaque on the door. I hesitated for a moment and then knocked because I had no choice but to do so.
The door opened into a small room, once a bedroom, now filled with a large desk. A big, heavy-faced woman sat behind the desk looking up at me. I dosed the door quietly behind me, and tried to smile.
She said nothing, but sat looking at me.
"I hear you need men," I said, somehow more softly than I intended.
"We don't have an ad." She was suspicious.
"Doorman up at the Davenport told me about you," I said, truthfully.
"What's his name?" she asked. Her voice was surprisingly resonant and cultivated.
"I don't know. We call him Willy."
"He has sent us boys before," she admitted. She looked down for a moment at the top of her desk. "What did Willy tell you about us?"
"Not much. Said I should see you."
"You have better clothes than that?" she asked.
"Yeah, I've got a suit that is in pretty good shape."
"We're an escort service," she said slowly. "That means we provide escorts for ladies." She looked at me quite seriously. "To the theater, out to dinner and so forth."
"I understand."
She continued anyway. "We can always use good-looking, cultivated young men." Her gaze froze on me. "And," she continued, "they've got to be straight" She smiled at me. "All right!"
"I think we understand each other," I answered her smile.
Her manner warmed considerably. "We never know when we get an order just what the lady has in mind, but we like our boys to be able to handle whatever comes up. If that's all right then we can do business." She put her hand out to me without getting up.
"All you have to do is be agreeable. Take them where they want to go, they will give you the money to pay with, and then escort them back to their hotel, or whatever. What happens then is not really any of my concern; you can work that out yourself." She looked closely at me. "However," she said, "it is in the nature of our service that if the lady asks you up to her room, you go."
I smiled.
"Okay," she said. "You know what we're talking about."
"We have another service," she said. "It's what we call our regulars. We know them and every once in a while they call up for a man. They're widows and so forth. The only difference as far as the fellow is concerned is that the payment for the entire service is made directly to us and we pay you for your part. On the other the customer pays only for the escort directly; the rest, as I said, you pick up at the time, directly from the customer. There is a difficulty here. We pay you half of what comes directly to us." She stopped speaking and looked at me directly, "and we expect half of what you get." She let me consider this for a moment. "If you play square with us, we'd play square with you. If you don't," she frowned as though whatever she was going to say was too horrible to put into words, "if you don't play square with us...well...we have ways of finding out about it." She smiled warmly again. "But we're not going to have that kind of trouble," she said.
"I understand."
"The better you are at your job," she announced, getting up from behind the desk, "the more money we all make."
She walked around the desk toward me. "Look at me," she said.
She was a large woman, perhaps a hundred and fifty pounds overweight. Her face was broad and heavy featured. Only her eyes showed the shrewdness that matched the intelligence she obviously possessed. She turned around in front of me slowly.
"Not too pretty, huh!" she said with a curious satisfaction. "Well, it's a lot prettier than some of the ladies you're going to run into." She sat down in a chair near mine. "The girls in this business have an advantage. They can just lie there and close their eyes if they have to." She watched me seriously. "Unfortunately, you won't be able to do that." She drew in a deep breath. "That's why we have to get into the really difficult part of this interview." She held her eyes quietly on mine for a few moments. "Do you follow me so far?" she said in an undertone.
"Yes. I believe I do." I felt a knot building in my stomach.
"And?"
"I'm a little nervous," I said.
"You're bound to be," she said kindly. "Can you go through with it?"
I breathed deeply to try and calm my stomach.
"What do you usually do for a living?" she asked, deliberately changing the subject.
"Well . . . " I tried to think of something reasonable to tell her. "I...uh...usually don't work. I...uh...kind of pick up girls, and...you.. . know."
"I see," she murmured. "There's no chase in that, is there?"
"No," I said. "A bed, breakfast. Sometimes a few days."
"You've never worked professionally, then."
"No."
"Do all the girls you pick up turn you on?" she asked.
"No!" I admitted. "Sometimes it's just too cold to sleep in the park."
She laughed. "You're at that point, then."
She got up and walked back to the desk. She picked up the phone and waited for a second. "Danny," she said into the phone. "Give me half an hour," then she laughed into the phone and hung up the receiver. "Catch the lock on the door there, will you?"
I jumped up and did as she said.
"Okay," she said with a simple finality. "If you'll just step in here." She crossed the room again in her competent way and held an inside door open for me. She closed the door as she stepped into the room.
"Now no two women are going to be the same, you understand," she began. "You'll run into some who will virtually rape you, and others who won't go through with it at all." She made a balancing motion with her hand. "Women aren't quite as steady as men."
"You've got to be very careful. If you get one we don't know, who seems very strange or upset, don't go to her room with her. I think you'll be able to tell.
"Well," she said, sitting down in the one big chair in the room. "I can't do anything for you...either you can make it or you can't." She relaxed back in the chair and looked at me. This is a specialized talent," she said. "If you can't, don't worry about it, you can always get a job loading trucks or doing dishes."
I realized with a start that I was on my own. I sat down on the only other piece of furniture in the room, a large double bed, and looked at her. "Out of sight," I said, foolishly.
She laughed, grinned encouragingly at me, but said nothing.
"Well," I said after a moment. I wanted to ask her if I was expected to undress her, or myself, or what. "I guess it won't usually be this . . . " I could not think of a word to describe my present situation. "Businesslike," I said lamely.
"It might be," she said brusquely.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and began untying my shoes. By the time I had kicked them off I felt a little calmer. I looked over at the big woman. She was quite obviously enjoying herself; she sat comfortably in her chair watching me.
Quickly I took off my shirt and undershirt, then unbuckled my belt and slid off my pants. I stood facing her in my shorts, wishing hopelessly that she would say something. Her expression did not change. I turned my back on her and began to take off my shorts, then, heaving a sigh, I turned back to her and slipped them down my thighs to the floor and stepped out of them.
It'd been a long time since I blushed, but I knew I was blushing now; I dared not look down at my body because I could feel the red glow and feel the heat of blood rushing into my skin.
A broad, happy smile spread over her face, replacing the businesslike stare she had adopted.
"Very nice," she said slowly. "Very nice." She reached out toward my hips; I stepped toward her and felt her hand close down over my cock.
Startled, I looked down at her hand. Incredibly, it closed down over an entirely erect penis. How had I erected so quickly? What had happened?
"Very good," she said again. "Hard as hell," she admitted. She looked up at my face, still red with the heat of my nervousness. "You're okay," she said. "You don't have to go through with it," she said. "I just had to see if you could get it up." She got up from her chair and put her hand out to shake again. "You've got yourself a job," she said. "Get dressed and come on out."
Alone, I sat back on the bed for a moment waiting for the warm flush to leave me. As I did, I observed my prick deflating. Somehow the rush of blood caused by my embarrassment had erected me. "She'll never know," I told myself. "If I don't tell her."
She set me up for that same night. I had to show up at the office before I went, though, to have my appearance checked out.
She looked at me approvingly, clucking like a mother, adjusting my collar and smoothing my hair back.
"You look good," she said. "I expect a satisfied customer with you. You should have heard the buildup I gave you over the phone." She turned me around in front of her, examining me carefully. "I don't know this woman," she said, "but she sent her chauffeur over with the money." She stepped back, admiring me as though I were solely her creation. "She said she was forty-two, so I imagine you'd better get ready for at least fifty. She's rich and sounded like she knew what she wanted on the phone, so you'd better be ready for a performance. Hey and a . . . " She put her hand over her chin thoughtfully. "This is only a guess...but I won't go too easy on it. Play it by ear, but I got the feeling she wouldn't take too well to small talk." She smiled at me as though I would know what she menat.
Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. She handed me the address and virtually pushed me out. She was terribly nervous, I realized, and her nervousness was for me.
The address was on the top floor of one of the big hotels; I guessed, and was correct, that it was a suite. The chauffeur that had come to the office earlier came to the door.
"Angus?" he said.
"Yes."
"Sit over there. It will be a few minutes. Would you like a drink?"
I took a scotch and sat waiting for twenty minutes before the chauffeur came back and asked me to follow him. He held the door open with one long arm. As I passed into the room, he closed it quietly.
"Angus?" she said.
I turned around quickly toward the voice. She sat in a rounded vestibule of windows looking out over the street. Sat in a cloud of gossamer tied around her neck and loose the rest of the way. Her hair was a bleached platinum flip that would have looked good on a woman half her age.
"Angus!" she said again.
"Yes." I looked hard at her face. I had seen her someplace before, but where? She curled the edges of her lips upward in a semblance of a smile. Her lips were covered with a coat of almost white lipstick, her eyes were made up as heavily with black lines skillfully applied; it was only as one approached her that it became clear she was not a beautiful woman, had never been. Her nose was just a little too prominent, and her eyes a little too small for her ever to have been beautiful.
"Angus, as in bull. I hope."
If it was a joke she was not sharing it with me.
"Your...uh . . . " she paused falsely, "dispatcher, is that what you would call her?" she laughed out loud, enjoying her own cleverness. "Your dispatcher recommended you highly. I hope you measure up, Angus." She winked her darkened eye and curled the corners of her mouth again.
"My name is Paul." I spoke softly in an effort to keep my anger from showing.
"Tonight you are Angus." She looked at me sharply, letting me know she would tolerate no rebelliousness from me. "I call Angus, I want Angus!" She laughed once again at her own cleverness.
"You may call me Frieda. Which, by the way, is my real name. I happen to like young men and I buy them directly or indirectly because I happen to prefer it that way. So if you feel sorry for me you need not; if you feel contempt for me, keep it to yourself." She got up quite suddenly, the fine blue cloud of her dressing gown drifting about her.
She slid her arm between my arm and my side, feeling of my ribs.
"You're a strong young fellow." She slid her other hand over my cheek.
"By the way," she murmured. "If you are clever enough to think that little speech of mine was just insecurity or something, you're wrong. I know how little boys who let themselves be bought by old women feel about it, you see, and I'm not interested in little boys' temper tantrums," She leaned her face up toward mine, "I like little boys to pretend that they are great big men with me, do you understand?"
She stepped back from me and put her hand to the band round her neck, which seemed to be the only solid or attached piece of the voluminous gown she wore. She unbuttoned its several buttons round her neck, slowly detaching one layer of fabric from the other.
"Now," she said, "I have a rather happy surprise for you." She undid the last button and pulled the band from around her neck; the blue gossamer cloud suddenly detached itself from her body and fled with the little band from her neck.
She looked up at me and smiled.
Her body was that of a girl twenty-five, slim and white, with the most perfect curves and breasts I had ever seen. Without even realizing it, I reached out and cupped one of her breasts in my hand.
"Surprise. Surprise," she said, almost softly. She was so immensely pleased with the good news of her own perfect body that she smiled at my appreciation of it, and smiled warmly.
My other hand leapt out to her shoulder, pulling her toward me. Her lips met mine in an open, hungry, demanding kiss. My hands ran over her fantastic body until she pushed me back sharply.
"Angus," she whispered. "Take it easy." Already her breath was corning a little faster. "You like it, don't you?" she grinned. "You like my body." Her eyes moved up and down my face, unable somehow to stay still "That's good. That's good."
I took my clothes off quickly and turned to take her in my arms again.
She was standing in a state of shocked surprise.
"God damn!" she said, a grin spreading across her face. " I didn't know she had hired you." She put her hand over her mouth. "That's where I've seen you before."
I stared at her with the same surprise. I had known at first that I had seen her before, but I had not the faintest idea where.
"Did I get lucky!" she exclaimed. "How the hell is your back, anyway?"
Now I knew! She had been a guest at Marlis' party. I had noticed her talking to Marlis and wondered about them.
"It hurt for a little," I said. "But it's all right now."
She looked up and down my body, her eyes alight with greed. "I am going to enjoy this," she said, stepping toward me. "I am going to enjoy this a lot."
In another moment I would have begun thinking about Marlis, but as her body pressed against mine I felt a response to her lust. She murmured and showered my chest with kisses.
"God! I have thought of you since then!" she murmured into my chest. 'Tuck me, boy!" she commanded. "Fuck me hard."
I gathered her body in my arms and began to carry her toward the bed.
"No!" she commanded harshly. "Against the wall." I hesitated for a moment, not understanding. "Against the wall! God damn it! You're going to fuck me standing up!"
I sat her down near the door.
"I'm going to enjoy this," she murmured, leaning back against the heavy paneling, her legs spread. "Get down there and stick it in, boy, stick it in!" she cried, throwing her head back against the wall, her mouth open wide.
I bent my knees slightly and grabbed her cunt in my hand, spreading the lips between my fingers. I grabbed my cock in the other hand and rammed it toward her flapping cunt.
"Ohhhhh," she gasped out her pleasure. "That's what I'm paying you for." She looked toward me, her face a grimace of pleasure.
I plunged my cock into her, hard as I could.
She rotated her hips lewdly against my groin. "Fuck it, baby," she kept repeating through half-closed lips. "Put it in there and move it." A drop of saliva trickled from the corner of her mouth. "Keep it moving, big boy, keen it moving."
I'm fucking. I'm fucking. You ain't seen nothing yet," I called to her. "You ain't seen nothing yet!"
I planted my feet close together on the floor and rammed up into her old cunt as hard as I could. She loved it, and I loved doing it for her.
"Talk, baby," she screamed. "Talk!"
"Fuck," I grunted at her. "I'm going to fuck you into that wall," I shouted. I'm going to give you your twenty bucks' worth, God damn it!" I yelled.
"Ram it, baby. Keep it coming! Keep it jumping! I like it, I like it, I like it!"
"You like to ball, lady? You wanta ball! I'll ball you, you bet," the phrases came out in hoarse snorts.
"I'll fill you with shit, lady." Her eyes began to roll. "Open your God damn cunt, lady. Open it wide."
She squatted wider down, giving me a still clearer shot at her gaping cunt to ram into.
"That's it, honey, keep it up. Let old Paul have a field day! That's right, lady, stick your tongue out. Stick it out. Yeah, baby, I'm going to make you suck on it too, I like suck, lady, you're gonna suck for me, aren't you?"
"I'll suck. Suck! Suck your dick, boy, suck your dick!"
She squirmed against the wall suddenly, squealing madly, yelling for me to stop. Suddenly her body jackknifed out from the wall and she lurched forward, grabbing me around the neck. I didn't let up but kept slamming into her cunt with everything I could muster.
"Ooooh Christ Fuck!" she moaned. "You've got to stop."
I yanked out of her and turned my back, almost sending her falling to the floor with the abruptness of it.
"Okay, lady," I said. "Twenty bucks." She shook her head, dazed. Covering her face for a second with her hand, "What?" she asked stupidly-
"You said it was over," I shrugged. "Twenty bucks."
"You don't fool around, do you?" she said, looking up at me stupidly.
"I blew your rocks, lady, that was the bargain."
She looked at me and heaved a deep sigh. "Where are my cigarettes . . . " She lurched over to the bed table and shook one out, then turned the pack and extended it toward me. "Cigarette," she said.
"Twenty." I said.
She lit the cigarette and blew a column of smoke down at the floor, then considered me, now in full possession of herself. 'I'm not through with you," she said evenly, "and you don't get any money 'til I'm through." She was quite sure of her ground now. "Look at it." She pointed at my cock with her cigarette. "Who you saving it for. You didn't even come. I paid for that and I want it." Her eyes were cold and commanding.
"I'll take a cigarette," I said quietly.
She turned toward the night stand once more to pick up the package. When she did I stepped up behind her and bent her double. She struggled wildly for a moment, then felt the head of my dick slip between her legs. She relaxed, and reached down and guided it toward her wet, open cunt.
"Hey, boy," she breathed happily, "that's better." She put her hands on the night table in front of her to steady herself. "You like it the back way. What are you, a fucking stallion or something?" she chuckled under her breath.
"Get your hands in there, baby, rub my balls," I ordered her. "Come on!" I shouted. "You've got a sloppy old cunt I need some hands. Get on in there!"
Her left hand moved from the table and gathered my testicles, undulating them expertly. "Stick a finger in there," I commanded.
Instantly she slid her finger inside the wet hole where my cock moved back and forth.
"Hah," she croaked. "That's a slimy son of a bitch you've got there."
"That's your cunt, lady. It's a God damn well!"
"Shut up and fuck it boy. I paid for it!"
"You didn't pay shit yet. Hang on to it you old hag, hang on to it if you want me to shoot."
Her hand grabbed the shaft of my cock on the out-stroke. I drove most of it into the slimy, open hole when I slammed back into her again.
"Shoot, boy, shoot it into me. Come on, boy, cream it in me!" her voice was coming in short, hot pants again. "Don't stop...don't you dare stop now...keep that meat moving...oooooh...I can't stand it! I'm coming...Oh shit! I'm coming again." Her ass bucked back against me in sharp hard contortions, if anything, stronger than the first time.
I grabbed the cheeks of her ass in my hands and pushed her forward off me.
"God damn it," I cursed her. "Hang onto it Get your hands in there."
Weakly, dazedly, she grabbed my cock with both her hands 'til only the end still penetrated her streaming cunt. She was moaning madly, her body shaking. Suddenly she sagged as though she had fainted, dropping to the floor.
Quickly she twisted around to face me. "I can't take it any more," she gasped.
"Suck it out, baby. Suck it out." I rammed my slimy cock into her face. Her mouth opened weakly and her hands fumbled up toward my balls. "You want spunk, baby? Suck it!" I demanded.
With urgent clumsiness, she grabbed my cock in both her long, thin hands and slid her mouth over the end of it
I was surprised at the expertness of her mouth, though she held me hard away with her two hands; her lips and tongue slipped expertly over the sensitive end. I stopped my gyrating hips to let her do it to me.
"Lady," I murmured as the flames leapt higher in me. "You got a good mouth...tongue it, baby, tongue it.. . suck." I let my head fall backwards and let the harsh sounds slip out of me.
Aware that I had given over to her expertise, she took her hand off my cock and grabbed my buttocks, holding me solid so her mouth could race with uncontrolled energy over my hot length.
Her mouth filled with saliva and come 'til it was a wet, sensual vacuum chamber; her teeth slid up and down my shaft lightly as she drove my cock further and further down into the back of her mouth.
"I'm going to come," I told her softly.
Her pace quickened, her mouth slid with a fervor now, and her hand held the shaft following her mouth up and down 'til the jolts began to course through me and I knew she was receiving the cream in her mouth, I felt it spill out of me onto her tongue.
My hand came to be in her hair, holding her head still so that I could fuck out my orgasm at my own pace, groaning, my body doubled down over her head, urging my spurting cock deeper into her mouth.
At last it was over. I was panting and wanted to he down.
Thanks," I said. That was good."
She smiled at me; she was still swallowing, trying to clear her mouth of the liquid she had sucked out of me.
"You like to do that?" I asked.
She took a deep breath before she answered, once again collecting herself. "I did it," she said.
"All right." I sat down on the bed. "I saw you at Marlis' party," I said. "Do you know her?"
She was still sitting on the floor. She patted her hair into shape. "Yes," she said softly. "Why?"
I felt a strange camaraderie with this woman suddenly; I knew that her toughness was not real, I had penetrated that, there was no need to be afraid of her. "I don't know. I liked her."
"Did you know her before the party?"
"No, a friend of a friend sort of thing. I got to know her after the party, then I did a film thing for her, but I blew it."
"How did you blow it?"
"She was working for someone else and I just about hit him."
"Not very cool."
"No."
She pulled herself up to her feet. "I happen to know that Marlis is having another party soon." She smiled down at me. "I suppose I could get you an invitation."
"How do I get you to do that?"
"By coming back and seeing me some time." She smiled. "On the house."
"Will you be at the party?" "No." She sighed. "I have to go home after this week."
"There's a guy who sells papers down on the corner of Powell and Market. He's always there; have your man tell him you want Paul."
She smiled at me. "You must want to go to Marlis' party pretty bad."
"You're not that hard to take." I smiled back at her.
She walked across the room and picked up the phone. She spoke into it familiarly, laughing. When she hung up, she said, "A week from this coming Saturday." She smiled. "You're to come early, about eight. You won't need an invitation; Marlis says her bouncer will recognize you."
"Thanks a lot." I held my hand out to her, drawing her down on the bed beside me. "One more for thank you?" I said into her ear.
She slid her hand over on my belly, encouraging me to roll over on top of her. My cock hardened against her belly, and I slid into her gently.
I stroked gently into her. "Feel good?" I said.
"Uh huh," she sighed. "Marlis is a good kid," she said sadly.
I did not slacken my pace, but continued to drive slowly in and out of her. "You don't seem very happy about it," I said.
"I'm not. You'll like her."
"So let's not talk about it," I said. I knew though that there would be little else on my mind 'til the party but Marlis. I wondered why she had had such an effect on me.. . .