The Escort Ch. 03

I arrived at the convention center at one-thirty and told the security guard at the front door that I was there to see Don Harkness. He consulted a clipboard and then asked me what my name was and then he picked up a phone and made a call.

"Mr. Harkness? There is a Shelly Dawson here to see you. Yes sir."

He hung up and told me that Mr. Harkness would be right down. About two minutes later a tall, attractive, middle aged man came up to the desk.

"Shelly?"

"Yes."

He offered me his hand and said, "Don Harkness. Follow me please. We have to go to the office and get you your credentials and a parking pass. Queen told you the hours, right?"

"He said three to nine."

"Good. Actually it will only be until seven on the last day of the show. That's when we have to start breaking down the exhibits. Jim also told me that the girl he was sending over would be staying later than nine - much later in fact - is that also your understanding?"

"Yes it is."

"How long do I have?"

"How long do you want?"

He looked me up and down and then said, "Until the end of the show and then some."

"Given our rates won't that be a bit expensive?"

"Yes, but I'm betting that you are worth it."

"Well Cinderella has a deadline. I have to be home no later than eight in the morning on Saturday."

"No problem, no problem at all. Come on, I'll show you the car and explain what you have to do."

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Forty dollars an hours was pretty good money for just standing around and showing a lot of leg, but Good God was it boring as hell. It got to be just a little bit exciting after I decided that I had to break the boredom. Whenever a bunch of cute guys were at the railing looking at me (I knew it wasn't the car they were looking at) I would time it so I was sliding onto the seat of the car as the rotation of the turntable brought me in line with the guys. I let my skirt ride up so they could see the top of my nylons and my garter belt. Twice, when I saw a really nice hunk, I let it ride up enough that they got a glimpse of my thong.

It broke the boredom of leaning on the car or standing next to it with a smile on my face, but it was also making me horny as hell. I kept looking at the clock and trying to will nine o'clock to hurry up and arrive. By the time it did I was ready to pull Don up onto the turntable and do him in front of God and everybody. Don helped me down off the turntable and smiled at me.

"Hell of a show you put on sweetie. You had every hard dick in the house at our display at one time or another. It was all I could do to keep from coming up there and taking you on the back seat."

"You should have; I was ready."

"Hopefully you still are."

"Find us a broom closet honey, I'm not sure I can wait till we get up to your room."

"Oh my, and I've got you for three days."

"And nights honey, don't forget the nights."

Even though my husband had not taken care of his duties for the last two months I would have thought that the session with Phil the previous night and my "interview" with Jim that morning would have taken the edge off my need to get laid. But it seemed like just the opposite was true. Phil and Jim had merely whetted my appetite. Once in the room I turned to Don and said:

"How do you want it honey? A slow strip, some teasing and a lot of foreplay, or would you like to get right into feeling how hot and hungry my pussy is?"

"At the rates I'm paying sweetie I don't want to waste a minute of time. Lets get naked and get to it, but leave the heels on."

I stripped down and left my heels on and he took me in his arms and kissed me. Our tongues wrestled and a hand went to my right breast and caressed it. The kiss got steamier and his hand pinched my nipple sending waves of pleasure through me. I put my arms around his neck and he lifted me and carried me to the bed and lowered me onto it. I spread my legs and looked up at him and smiled as he looked down on me.

I saw the lust in his eyes as he climbed on the bed with me. He ran a hand up my leg and his fingers probed my wet opening and touched my clit, which made me moan and throw my head back. I was hot; I had been anticipating this all day and God knows that I was steaming hot. He lowered his head and his lips touched my pussy and my body arched up from the bed as if I had received a shock.

His tongue took the place of his fingers in my pussy and searched for and found my clit and my body tingled as if electricity were running through it. His fingers pulled my pussy lips apart and his tongue traveled over the exposed surface and his mouth sucked on my clit. I thrust my hips up off the bed as I had an orgasm and he raised his head, smiled at me and said:

"Liked that did you?"

"You do have a way about you" I gasped out as I got up and pushed him down on his back. "My turn" I said as my hands reached for his balls. I lowered my head and m mouth engulfed the head of his cock. As I licked and sucked on him his hands were busy on my body. His right hand rolled a nipple between thumb and forefinger and his left hand was busy on my cunt.

I locked my lips around his cock and bobbed my head up and down. After a minute of that Don pulled out of my mouth and pushed me back down on the bed. I spread my legs wide for him and he moved between them and drove his cock into me and started pounding my pussy like he owned it and right then he did. He fucked me hard and fast and in minutes I felt the heat building up inside me again.

"Oh God baby, I'm going to cum. Get me there, get me there, do it, do it, do it" I cried and he fucked me hard and I exploded.

Seconds later I felt his cock throb as he pumped his cum into me. He didn't wait for his dick to go soft and it was still spurting as he pulled out of me and moved over me in a sixty-nine. I captured his cock with my mouth and tasted our combined juices as he tongue lapped at my pussy. Quicker than I would have thought possible for a man of his age he was hard and erect and I thought back to my meeting with Jim that morning and my "perpetual hard on" comment.

As soon as he was hard he swung back around and drove into me again and I hissed out:

"Oh God yes, so good, so fucking good."

Don pushed his cock deep into me and started fucking me. I raised my legs and locked them around him and my hands clawed at his back as I shoved my hips up at him. Having Don's cock deep in me gave me a joyous feeling that I hadn't had in months. It took him longer because he had already cum twice, but he didn't slack off. He pounded hard into me and I felt the heat building again. I was moaning and Don was grunting. He slammed into me hard and I screamed out "OH SHIT!" as my orgasm burst inside my body. I locked my arms around Don and held him tight against me as he gave a shout and his cock spasmed and his warmth flooded my pussy.

He fell to the bed beside me and we both stared up at the ceiling breathing heavily. One of his hands was on my leg and after about a minute it started moving up my leg and his fingers started sliding into me again. I asked:

"Don't you ever get enough?"

"No I don't sweetie, not ever."

Within a minute we were in another sixty-nine and five minutes after that he was fucking me again. I'd done gangbangs in college that hadn't taken the toll on me that fucking with Don had. I fell asleep around midnight only to be awakened at five by a mouth sucking my clit and we started in again.

As I was dressing to leave Don said, "Bring a change of clothes and an overnight bag and you won't need to leave tomorrow."

"We could just skip my working the car and I wouldn't have to leave now."

"Damn, but that sure is a tempting idea, but that car is how I justify my expenses on my expense account including a good part of what you get. Nope. You have to work the car."

"Spoil sport."

"Hurry back and we can have a quick one before you have to start work."

"Yeah, right, and then spend six hours going around and around on the turntable with cum running down my legs. No thank you. We will both just have to wait until tonight.

I thought about the last two days as I was going down in the elevator and I was smiling at the evil thought I was having as I stepped out of the elevator into the lobby - "Thank you for ignoring me John, and thereby making Phil, Jim, Don and God only knows how many others possible."

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Annie was home and I went over to have a cup of coffee with her.

"Long night?" she asked.

"Six hours of leaning on a goddamned car followed by another four hours of almost non-stop sex followed by five hours of sleep and then another two hours of sex."

"You walking bow legged yet?"

"No, but by the time this gig is over I just may very well be."

"Better save a little bit for John; he may just be horny when he gets home."

"Fuck him. If he had done his job this never would have happened. If he wants sex when he gets home it is going to be one of those "Sorry, but I have a headache" nights and he can do without like I have been for the last two months."

"I thought you loved him?"

"I do Annie, I really do, but I've been having serious doubts that he loves me. It just isn't natural at our age to go without sex for two months. I'm wondering if maybe it is just me he doesn't want to have sex with. I wonder if maybe he has some slut on the side that he sees when he goes on his business trips or when he says he's working late."

"Oh come on Shell, he wouldn't do that."

"I don't know Annie, but it doesn't matter now because I'm getting my fill. My problem has gone from no sex to what do I do with the money. By the end of this week I'll have made almost four thousand dollars."

"Don't let it go to your head sweetie, most weeks it will only be between nine hundred and twelve hundred bucks after taxes, FICA and Medicare are deducted. You could make more if you could get out of the house at night."

"Jim actually takes that out?"

"On the fee for escorting he does, but not on your play money."

"I still have to figure out what to do with the money."

"Rent a safe deposit box at a bank other than the one you use for your joint checking with John and open a checking account in the same bank, but keep the balance low. You don't ever want to have to explain to the IRS where the money came from."

"I need to find out what legitimate temporary help makes so I can bring the right amount home."

"You going to put it in your regular account?"

"Fuck no! This is my money to do with what I want. I don't ever intend to have to ask "Mr. We can't Afford It" for another dime."

"You sound like you have decided that you are in for the long haul."

"To be honest Annie, I only did it because John pissed me off big time and I overreacted. I'd give it up tomorrow if John would just start chasing me around the bedroom again. I wouldn't even be on the B list; I'd find a job as a file clerk for my spending money."

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It was another night of watching the clock slowly tick off the seconds on its way toward nine. With nothing to do except stand around and look pretty I had lots of time to think. The problem with that was that I had too much to think about. I thought about what I was doing and what would happen if I were found out. I thought about how easy it would be to just walk away from it and go back to my humdrum stay at home existence. That thought reminded me of John's "I'm the man of the house, the breadwinner, and no wife of mine will work" attitude and his cheap ways except where he was concerned. But mostly I remembered the lack of sex for two months. The lack of sex thoughts brought me to the enjoyment of the last two days, which brought me right back to the thoughts of what would happen if I got caught. It was just one damned vicious circle.

I got a lunch break at six and Don took me to dinner. "You do realize that food is not what I want to be feeding you right now don't you?" he said.

"It is a nice thought lover, but I need sustenance to build up my energy levels if I'm going to hang in there with you tonight."

"Did you bring an overnight bag so you don't have to leave and go home in the morning?"

"No baby, I thought about it, but I decided that I really need to go home if only to see if there are any messages from my husband."

"Are you really married or is it reverse camouflage?"

"Reverse camouflage? What's that?"

"A lot of married women who work in restaurants and bars won't wear their rings thinking that if the guys think they may be available to be hit on their tips will be better. That's camouflage. Reverse would be to wear rings if you aren't married just to keep the wolves at bay."

"Sorry baby, but they are real and please, please, please don't go fishing. None of that "What's a nice girl like you doing" stuff. You seem to be enjoying it so leave it alone, okay?"

"Can't blame me for wondering and maybe even hoping."

"Hoping? Hoping for what?"

"For what I pay Queen when I come to this town I could set up a mistress in an apartment and save a ton. We seem to get along pretty well and if your marriage was phony I thought I might ask you."

"How sweet Don, but I'm afraid I would have to say no. I'm having some problems with my significant other right now, but nothing I don't expect to be able to fix given a little time."

"So much for that idea. I guess it is time to get you back to work."

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At nine Don helped me climb down from the turntable and by nine-ten we were tearing at each other's clothes. I staggered out the door of Don's room at six-fifteen and I swear my pussy was so full I sloshed when I walked. Two nights in a row Don had fucked me silly and I still had one more night to go.

To be continued.