Chapter 8
I was in the clouds for the entire next day after my wild sex session with beautiful Cindy. We both realized that the evening meant more than just a series of screws, a fact that Mom was aware of as well.
The impact hit in even greater fashion long after Cindy had departed and I lay tossing and turning in my bed. There was just no way that I could get that chick out of my mind.
I was lulled out of my dreamland the middle of the following afternoon by a telephone call.
"Hi, Champ. How you doing?" the voice came on in friendly fashion.
"Who's this?"
"Eddie, your old buddy."
"Oh, hi, Eddie. What's up?"
"How'd you like to make yourself some money tonight?"
"Doing what?"
"Now what kind of question is that?" he laughed. "Fucking, what else. Isn't that what I pay you to do?"
"Yeah. I guess it is."
"Good, Glad we got that straight."
"What is this? An exhibition with Mom?"
"No, my friend, I'm trying to line up one of those next week. Tonight I want you to entertain a beautiful young lady in her home. That isn't so hard to take, is it?"
"I have made money harder ways."
"I'm sure we all have," he laughed again. "Well, this is a gorgeous young gal who's been divorced three times. All her husbands had one thing in common. They had more money than they knew what to do with and after she got tired of fucking with them and wanted to shed them she got some of it."
"Sounds promising, but I'm not rich."
"That's all right. This is strictly for play. She always did have a lot of hot young studs around to service her, even when she was married. I've known Martha for years."
Eddie then gave me Martha's address along with directions on how to reach her place. He told me to be there at nine sharp, and that punctuality was of the utmost importance.
I took a nap in preparation for the big evening. I figured that with a background such as that which Eddie had out-lined to me she would probably ex pect a lot.
Remembering what Eddie had said about punctuality, I left with plenty of time to spare that evening. The address was in Sherman Oaks, and somewhere somehow I took a wrong turn. As a result, the thing I hadn't wanted to happen did-I was a few minutes late on arrival.
A white-haired butler with a stern look answered the door.
"Whom do you wish to see?" he asked with a stiffness that matched his looks and personality.
"Martha."
"And who might you be?"
"My name's Harry. She's expecting me."
"Oh, yes, sir," he acknowledged my presence with a bow. "Follow me this way, please."
The place was a two story mansion that was out of sight. It was even more impressive than Eddie's. He led me up the stairs and down a long corridor. I expected to wind up in a bedroom, but if that was where he was taking me than it was located in a strange place. He led me all the way down to the end of the hall.
"I'll knock, sir," he said as we stopped in front of the last door.
"Who is it?" a woman's voice barked crossly. I instantly hoped that it wasn't the one I was supposed to make love to.
"Your guest has arrived, madam," he said soothingly.
"Okay, then show him in," her tone was no less gruff than before.
"Yes, ma'am. Go ahead, please." He opened up the door and I walked inside. He closed it quickly behind him.
I was surprised to find myself in a dark room that that didn't resemble a bedroom any more than a billiard parlor would be expected to. A white massage table rested in the middle of the room.
"Well, it took you long enough to get here," she snapped. "You're fifteen minutes late."
I looked around the room and finally noticed a well proportioned naked woman lying back in a black vibrating chair in a corner of the room.
"Sorry," I grinned nervously, feeling terribly ill at ease, "but I got lost on the way."
"You got lost on the way," she threw her blonde head back and laughed. "You men absolutely slay me. You know what you are? Not just you but all of the men in the world."
"What's that?"
"You're big babies, all of the big bad men I've known. All big babies. You need us gals around to tell you everything, even when to get off the potty."
"I don't ever remember having to be told to get off the potty by anybody," I retorted, not liking her attitude one damned bit. I took a closer look in her direction and noticed that she was sipping on a drink.
"Listen here, snotty Harry, I invited you over here to screw and not to give me static."
"Sorry. Then let's screw."
"I was just getting around to that." She finished off the rest of her drink, then set the glass down.
Martha rose on unsteady feet, walking slowly toward the massage table, which she flopped her body on top of. As she walked past me on the way to the table I got my first real good look at her. She had sparkling blue eyes and a body that couldn't have been put together any better. Her face and form were enough to make her the woman who launched a thousand ships, at the very least the woman who married three incredibly wealthy husbands and ended up incredibly wealthy herself.
She lay on her stomach on the table, showing me her cute ass. I wondered what would happen next.
"Well don't just stand there, stupid," she said impatiently, slurring her words slightly. I got the impression she had been doing a lot of drinking for quite a while before I arrived.
"What do you expect me to do?"
"Go to work on my body with those fingers of yours."
"You mean play the role of the masseur?"
"Gee, you catch on fast. That's exactly what I mean."
I began by planting my fingers around her cute buttocks cheeks, letting them slice briskly. It was tight and firm skin that I loved to touch, even if the gal the skin belonged to had been acting like a perfect bitch from the moment I had met her.
"Okay, that's good so far," she snapped, "but let's not spend all your time on my ass. Let's circulate those fingers around different parts of me. They need it, too."
I tried her legs next. They were firm as well, and I loved the contact with the warmth of her skin.
"Okay, okay," she said after I had spent a few minutes on her legs. "Now you can go to work on my back."
The fingers worked their way around her back. She enjoyed that phase of the operation so well that it continued even longer than the previous phases had.
"That was okay," she told me reluctantly. From her I suppose that that represented a great compliment.
Martha then turned over on her back.
"Now for the real fun, now that I'm a little more relaxed," she grinned. "Let's see how good a job you can do massaging my pussy."
I began slowly, seeking to let the excitement build within her on a stroke for stroke basis.
"Speed it up," she said impatiently. "I want it faster."
I kept up the finger work at a brisk pace until Martha decided it was time to go on to something else.
"Okay, now stick your tongue in my snatch," she commanded briskly. "I want you to lick my slit."
Although I kept getting more pissed with each succeeding angry command I nevertheless kept my cool sufficiently to apply myself to the job at hand. My tongue slid wildly up and down around her box.
"Keep it up, I'm about ready to go," she said. A few strokes later she did go, shooting inside my mouth.
"Okay, now I've got something else for you to do," she related, turning over and showing me her ass one more time.
"What's up now?" I asked.
"Kiss my ass, you stupid fool. What do you think?"
"How am I supposed to know? I'm not a mind reader."
"When I show you my ass, you idiot, you oughta know it ain't just to look at. First I want you to kiss it, then when I get good and damned ready to tell you, I want you to suck it. Now you read me?"
"I get you as far as what you say, but I'm pissed at your attitude. Do you have to talk to people that way?"
"You don't fit my idea of people, sonny boy," she laughed sardonically. "You're nothing but a male hooker."
"You're nothing but a female hooker," I couldn't resist the opening.
"Where do you come up with that shit, you sarcastic bastard?" her voice rose angrily.
"I mean that I don't make any bones about what I do. I perform a service for a price and that's it. Well, you performed the same kind of service for three rich dudes without admitting as much and wound up taking them for plenty."
"I won't be talked to this way in my own house by some fresh young punk," she exploded. "To hell with you, you bastard."
"On that kind note I guess I'll be leaving," I grinned.
"Like hell you will," she challenged me. "You'll stick around here as long as I tell you and do exactly what I say. You'll lick shit off my ass if I tell you to."
"You can eat your own shit," I bitterly retorted, "and on the subject of shit, you've sure handed me enough of it."
"You lousy little punk, I'll call up Eddie and have your wise little ass canned from this job," she shouted after me as I broke toward the door.
"You do that," I looked at her and grinned as I opened the door. "You needn't bother calling the butler on my account. I can find my way out of here."
"Get out, you son of a bitch," I heard her voice ringing deafeningly as I closed the door behind me.
I ran into the butler at the edge of the hall. He wore a look of embarrassment after having heard her rageful utterances delivered against me.
"Sorry, sir, but the lady of the house just isn't herself tonight," he said.
"That's okay, pal," I patted him consolingly on the back. "It's not your fault."
The moment I arrived back home Mom had a message for me.
"Eddie called a few minutes ago. He sounded very upset."
"I know what it's all about," I nodded. "I'll call him."
"By the way, you're home awfully early tonight for a working night."
"Yeah, well that's what Eddie wants to talk to me about."
"I hope nothing went wrong." Mom looked at me with concern.
"Everything went wrong," I laughed.
Eddie was fit to be tied when I got him on the phone.
"How could you do something like this to me," he erupted. It marked the first time I ever heard him lose his cool over anything. "It had to be Martha, one of my best and oldest customers."
"I'm sorry, Eddie," I replied calmly, "but I just don't like being talked to like I'm some kind of lowly animal. She treated me worse than she would her dog and expected me to like it."
"I know that she can act awful after she's been drinking, I mean put on one of these acts where she dictates orders like the queen or something, but I figured you'd keep your cool in spite of anything she said. That's why I felt confident when I sent you over. You let me down, you really did."
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Eddie, but I'm not about to be talked to in the way she talked to me."
"Well, I'm much too upset by both her call and your stubborn attitude to talk about this anymore. Come over and see me tomorrow afternoon around two and we'll discuss you and how you fit into this operation in full detail."
"Okay. Goodnight."
I hung up the phone. All of a sudden I felt depressed as hell, the most depressed I'd felt since leaving Vietnam. Suddenly I realized my true station. I was no more than a trained seal who was called on to supply a little entertainment for rich ladies of idle leisure. I was the toy they would resort to on boring evenings, and they reserved the right to treat me any way they wanted to.
Usually when I get confused and depressed I want to get drunk. This evening was no exception. I walked into the bar and opened up a new-bottle of sour mash whiskey, pouring some of its contents into a' glass.
I gulped the whiskey down hard and fast. It felt good settling its warmth on my stomach.
"I hope you cleared up your problem with Eddie, dear," Mom said as she strode into the room, fixing herself a drink and sprawling out in a chair.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I've gotta see the guy tomorrow."
"Did you lose your cool with a difficult woman?"
"I sure as hell did. She had it coming and I told her what I thought of her."
"That arrogant attitude of yours can get you in real trouble."
"This time I wasn't the arrogant one. She was."
"Let's have a good fuck after we get drunk."
"Okay," I said, but I felt unenthusiastic about the whole thing. My mind was a million miles away. I thought about Cindy and wondered what she was doing that very minute. My guess was that she was doing the same thing I should have been doing, making love to a wealthy customer for dear old Eddie.
Mom and I had three drinks each. After that she began edging up next to me, toying eagerly with my cock and balls. There was one difference between then and other occasions, however. This time my cock and balls weren't responding.
"What's wrong, dear? Don't you like me anymore?" Mom looked at me sadly.
"No, that's not it. It's just that there's a girl I just can't seem to get out of my mind."
"I know," she nodded. "That's why I did my best to patch things up between you two."
"I appreciated that. As a matter-of-fact, you know what I'm thinking of doing right now? I'm thinking of going to her. Tonight."
"Do it. You think a lot of her. Well tell her so. She's waiting to hear it from you. I can tell."
"You really think so?"
"I'm a woman, my dear, and I know how women think and feel. Especially Cindy. She's confided a good deal in me. I think she liked you right from the beginning. The problem was she'd had two unsuccessful marriages and had turned off men at the time you met her."
"For somebody she liked I really caught a lot of hell in the beginning," I smiled ruefully.
"Of course you did. You caught her on a collision course when her values of that moment were clashing with what she felt deep down inside her. She had sworn off men but she couldn't help being attracted to you. Rather than face up to the fact that she was attracted she tried instead to convince herself she wasn't by treating you nastily."
"Now all of a sudden this whole thing's beginning to make sense," I nodded, "and I've got you to thank for all this."
"You could do one thing for me that would make me grateful. Something you could do before going over to see Cindy."
"What's that?"
"Go down on me. My cunt needs the action."
"Okay." I kissed her lips fondly.
We did it right on the floor. I stripped her negligee from her and sucked her cunt briskly until she shot. After that she gave me the address of Cindy's apartment and I was on my way.