Two's Company (3 page)

Ian stilled, looked around and took it all in, then swallowed hard when he

noticed they weren’t alone. Another naked, stunning woman lay on her stomach

across the bed. She rose up on her elbows, looked at Ian, and smiled with a wink.

“Hi there,” she said.

“This is Ian, but you can call him
cutie pie
,” Judy said with a laugh and

climbed onto the bed.

“I’m Tracie,” the woman said, and Ian’s mouth fell open.

The women broke into giggles.

“Yep, my stepdaughter,” Judy said through hysterical laughter.

“Come on, cutie pie, join us.” Tracie stretched an arm out.

Speechless, Ian suddenly realized he was still completely naked. Taking a

deep breath, he blew it out and in three strides flopped onto the bed between

them.

“He’s a virgin,” Judy said matter-of-factly.

“Really? You’re a virgin? Well, I guess this will blow your fantasies right

out of the water!”

The women caressed his body, their hands sliding over his chest and

stomach and down between his legs. One wrapped a hand around his cock that

had come to attention without much convincing while the other massaged his

balls. Judy’s mouth came down on his, and Tracie joined the kiss, their tongues

waging a little skirmish. Awestruck, Ian surrendered, and completely lost

himself in what was happening to him, followed along wherever the women led.

In ten days he’d celebrate his eighteenth birthday, and he couldn’t have asked for

a nicer pre-birthday present.

Tracie ran her tongue down Ian’s chest and nibbled on his puckered

nipple before making a trail down his stomach. Moving to his cock, she sucked

him into her mouth and he gasped. Judy straddled his chest, inching forward

until her c
unt touched his lips, and then told him what to do.

Using his hands to spread her velvety lips, his tongue flicked out and

touched her clit. Glancing up, a shiver shot through him as he watched the

woman play with her own tits. The sight thrilled him as much as Tracie sucking

on his dick did. After laving Judy’s pussy with his tongue, he sucked her clit and

she ground her hips against him and moaned. When he looked up again, Tracie

knelt behind Judy and massaged the woman’s tits while kissing and licking her

neck and shoulder.

Ian flicked his tongue over Judy’s clit. Her body tensed and another moan

fell from her lips.

“That’s it baby, come in his mouth,” Tracie whispered. She tugged Judy

away from Ian and gently pushed her onto her back. “Let’s see who you like

better.” She pulled Judy’s legs apart and positioned herself between her thighs.

Turning to Ian she
said, “Get on your knees and fuck me from behind.”

Ian scrambled to his knees between Tracie’s legs while the woman dived

face-first into Judy’s wet cunt. Although still nervous after what had just

happened, he brushed his hands over Tracie’s ass. He’d never touched a woman

before and he certainly had never fucked one. Entertaining fantasies while

jacking off in his room didn’t count.

“Slam your dick into me, damn it,” Tracie said.

Ian slid his hands over her ass cheeks until he reached her pussy. He

rubbed his thumbs back and forth over the slick folds of skin until he found the

spot to place his dick. Holding his cock in one hand, he rubbed the head up and

down over her cunt until the head slipped inside. Ian’s breath caught and his

heart beat wildly as he slid the rest of his shaft into her. Her hot, wet pussy

wrapped around his dick and she sucked him deep inside of her. He held her by

the hips and slid in and out of her, his rhythm increasing with every stroke. He

pounded her hard and heard his heavy sack slap against her bare skin.

In the back of
his mind, he heard Judy emit a loud cry, and Tracie moaned,

but he barely registered the sounds. With his eyes closed and his body tense, the

only thing he felt was his dick sliding in and out of her warm, wet pussy. He

came with such force he arched backward, then forward and fell into Tracie, who

collapsed on top of Judy. The trio panted, slick with one another’s sweat.

For the rest of the summer, Ian arrived at the mansion every Saturday and

spent the night, and most of Sunday. The trio rolled around in bed, on the floor,

in the pool, and anywhere else the mood struck. The women instructed Ian, and

he eagerly followed their lead. Judy paid him five hundred dollars a week, and

by the end of summer, several of the women’s friends had learned of the little

tryst. Ian had a fulltime job keeping them all serviced.

By the time he started college, he was earning two grand a week. With no

other choice but to go to law school, Ian knew his father would settle for nothing

less than to have his son follow in his footsteps. Between semesters Ian continued

seeing Judy and Tracie, along with a number of other women. By the time he’d

earned his law degree, he knew he could make more money as an escort than he

could as a lawyer. He also knew his looks wouldn’t last forever; so having some-

thing to fall back on wasn’t bad either.

                                                        ~ * ~

Ian jumped when the phone rang. Glancing at the Rolex on his wrist, he

figured the limo service had arrived for him. He answered the phone, waited

until the person on the other end quit speaking and said, “Yes, I’ll be down in

five minutes. Thank you.”

“Esther, you look lovely as always,” Ian said, taking her hand and kissing

it.

She handed him a check. “You’re always such a gentleman.”

He didn’t look at it, but merely folded it and tucked it away in his inside

jacket pocket.

Esther watched him and said, “See, always a gentleman.”

“You’re my favorite girl, Esther. Where are we off to tonight?” He took

her hand and tucked it beneath his arm.

“A benefit for the children’s hospital,” she said as they walked down the

hallway to the foyer. “My husband, God rest his soul, and I have supported it for

years, ever since our twin granddaughters, Maya and Lacey, were born

premature. They’d have died had it not been for the children’s hospital.”

“I’m sorry to hear they had such a rough time. It must have been hard on

the entire family.” Ian handed her into the limo and settled in beside her.

“They survived and married, had their own children. I think Maya, no,

maybe it was Lacey…
” She laughed. “I can’t keep things straight anymore. But

one is about to become a grandmother.”

“So you’ll be a great-grandmother. Congratulations.”

“You know, you’re right. I hadn’t even thought of it myself, but I guess I

will.” She beamed and squeezed his knee.

Ian sat with Esther at the benefit, escorted her around to various cliques

where she was known by all, and danced with her when the band started up. By

eight-thirty, Esther was worn out and Ian summoned the limo and escorted the

lady home.

He jogged back to the limo after giving Esther a quick peck on the cheek,

slid into the seat and told the driver to take him back to his own apartment. As

the vehicle glided through traffic, Ian pulled Esther’s check from his pocket and

unfolded it. He shook his head and laughed. She’d paid him twice his usual fee.

But then, she always did. Ian didn’t know if he brought back memories of her

youth, or perhaps he reminded her of her husband in some way. Or maybe she

liked being seen in public with a man half her age. It didn’t really matter though;

he enjoyed his dates with her.

Tipping the limo driver before he got out at his apartment building, Ian

said goodnight to the man, went to the elevator and pushed the button. Inside

his apartment, he changed, glanced in the mirror and brushed his teeth. When he

was again in the parking garage, he started his car and pulled into the warm

night air.

Traffic was light and he still had plenty of time to reach his destination.

He didn’t even have the new client’s name, and didn’t know what she wanted.

Sometimes the women were very clear that they required some sort of sexual

activity. They were explicit about what they expected, and what they were

paying for. Other times, there was the usual dinner, drinks, and dancing,

followed by coy come-ons. Ian came prepared for any eventuality but he

preferred women who were straight about what they wanted; it saved everyone

time.

He parked his car and smoothed his pants when he stepped out of the

vehicle. At the Embassy Suites hotel, Ian checked his Palm Pilot to make sure he

remembered the room number correctly. Nodding to the hotel clerk, he walked

to the elevator and pushed the floor number. His clientèle list was not

exceedingly long, but they were all steady, repeat clients. Rarely did he get a call

for an out-of-towner unless one of his regular clients recommended him, but he

always received a note from Bridget telling him who’d done the referring. With

no note for this one, he was a tad confused.

Standing in front of the door, Ian knocked lightly and waited. When no

one answered, he knocked on the door again. Still no answer. Checking his Palm

Pilot, Ian confirmed he had the right room. He knocked once more, waited for a

few seconds, walked back to the elevator and pushed the button.

Believing perhaps the lady in question was running late, he decided he’d

wait in the hotel bar, have a drink then check back with her. He nodded to the

desk clerk again, walked down the hallway and into the dimly lit bar. Pulling up

a stool, he ordered bourbon on the rocks and watched the baseball game on the

television mounted on the wall.

“Ian? What are you doing here?”

Turning around, Ian came face-to-face with Gillian Carmichael. “Gillian, I

didn’t realize you were staying here. I thought you were staying with Mother

and Sylvia,” he said casually.

“Yes, I am staying here. I didn’t want to be a burden to your mother and

take up any mother-daughter time.”

“That’s thoughtful of you, but I’m sure it didn’t go over well with Syl.”

Gillian chuckled. “No, she wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea, but we

just finished supper together and I had her drop me off. Now what are you doing

here?”

“I’m supposed to be meeting with a client, but I think I may have gotten

the schedule screwed up or something. Care for a drink?”

She glanced at her watch, and then replied, “Yes, I think I have time for

one, but a quick one.”

“Are you waiting for someone?” Ian asked, waving the bartender over.

“I’ll have a Cosmopolitan,” she told the bartender, and turned back to Ian.

“Uh, no, I’m expecting a phone call in my room. A conference call that I can’t

take on my cell phone.”

The bartender set Gillian’s drink in front of her. Ian lifted his glass, and

she followed.

“To new friends,” he said, touching her glass with his.

“To new friends,” she said and sipped her drink.

They chatted, laughed at silly jokes and funny stories until Gillian finished

her drink.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go or I’ll miss this call and be up a creek.”

“Allow me to walk you to the elevator,” Ian said, slapping a twenty onto

the bar.

“Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.” She took his proffered arm.

At the elevator, Ian kissed Gillian’s cheek and said goodnight. He waited

until the elevator doors closed and pushed the button for the one next to it. He

didn’t want to take the chance Gillian’s room would be on the same floor as his

client’s room. He’d check the woman’s room one more time before calling it a

night. And he’d definitely have a talk with Bridget in the morning.

Getting off the elevator, he checked the hall in both directions, and walked

to the client’s room. He knocked and waited, then heard a voice from inside.

“Just a moment please,” a female said. A few moments later, she called to

him through the door. “Who’s there, please?”

Ian cleared his throat. “I’m from the escort service.”

“Oh, good,” she said o
pening the door, “I didn’t miss…”

“Gillian?”

“You…” Gillian’s face turned crimson as she tried to cover herself.

Wearing a black demi-bra with a matching thong and high heels, she looked very
sexy.

At least from what Ian could see before she
shrieked, ran into the bathroom

and slammed the door.

Ian couldn’t stop the roar of laughter from escaping. What a crazy

situation! He shut the door behind him and walked toward the bathroom.

“Gillian, open the door, darlin’, everything is all right. I promise.”

“Oh my God,” she wailed. “I’m so embarrassed, please go away.”

“Gillian, I need to talk to you about this, please come out.”

“No, I’m never coming out. Just leave, please!”

“Gillian, I’m not going to tell anyone, but we need to discuss this.” Silence

met his words. Ian looked around the room and spied a bathrobe lying on the

bed. He picked it up, carried it to the bathroom and knocked. “Gillian, at least

open the door and take your robe.”

He waited a few moments then heard the doorknob slowly turn. The door

creaked open and Gillian’s hand slipped out. He placed the robe in her hand, but

she had to open the door a little more for it to fit. When she did, Ian grabbed the

edge of the door and pushed it open.

“Sorry about that, but we really do need to talk. Now come out of there,”

he said keeping his eyes on hers.

Gillian wrapped the robe around her body, strolled to a chair at the table

and sat down. “I am so sorry, and
so
embarrassed,” she said, her voice barely

audible.

Ian sat down across from her, hoping the table between them would give

her a sense of safety. “It’s not a big deal. Don’t worry about it, okay?”

“You must think I’m a—”

“And now you know what I am,” he interrupted.

As his words sank in, Gillian looked up at him with a grin. “Oh my,

y
ou’re right. You’re a, a…”

“An escort?” he said.

She nodded and began to laugh. “Yes, an escort.”

“You have anything to drink here?”

“I think there’s something in the honor bar; I didn’t really look.”

Ian went to the bar and opened the cupboard door. “Looks like gin,

vodka, or whiskey.”

“If there’s Seven-Up, I’ll have whiskey.”

“Here we go,” he said, setting two little bottles of whiskey and a can of

soda on the table. “I’ll get you a glass from the bathroom. Ah, and you have ice

too,” he called out. Returning to the table, he mixed the drink for her, and

poured a bottle of whiskey into a glass of ice for himself.

“So, you’re an escort?”

“Yes and my family doesn’t know. I’d
really appreciate it if…”

Gillian waved her hand in the air. “I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep

mine.”

“There’s nothing wrong with wanting a little company when you’re far

from home, Gillian. By the way, who referred you to me?”

“I don’t remember. I came into town last year and one of my clients gave

me a card, said if I ever needed, well, suffice it to say, she was clearly satisfied

with your services.”

Ian cleared his throat again. “I don’t think
thank you
is the right response

here,” he said with a laugh. “Who’s your client?”

              “Let me think,” she said and took a drink from her glass. “Oh yes, I think

it was Rebecca, oh, I can’t remember her last name.”

“What does she do?”

“Interior design firm.”

Ian nodded. “Rebecca Randolph. She inherited an entire banking

conglomerate from her father and then married the president of it all. She’s got

too much money and time on her hands and the interior design firm is just one of

her many hobbies.”

“Some hobby. She’s done quite well with it.”

“Of course she has. Rebecca does quite well at everything. The Randolph

name wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said with a laugh. Changing the

subject, he asked, “If I may ask without embarrassing you, what did you have

planned for us tonight?”

“Nothing,” she said.

“At my rates you planned nothing?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No, yes. I meant nothing big, just dinner out, and a few drinks maybe.”

“You were in the middle of getting dressed when I came to the door. Or

do you always answer the door in your underwear?”

Gillian felt her face heat again and put her hands to her cheeks. “Are you

ever going to let me live this down?”

Ian grinned and shook his head. “Nope. I love the color of your cheeks

when you’re embarrassed. I’ll be bringing it up a lot. Now get dressed and let’s