Accidental Womanizer

"I hugged him and almost wept telling him how happy I was after all these years being allowed to teach him about sex. And you know what?"

"You finished having him up your butt."

"Yes, how did you know that?"

"I guessed you had him so worked up he'd do anything to please you and though he knew a way that might please you immensely... his little girl would like a dick up her ass."

"God," Annette said, "You are so foul. I've told him I've learned about this stuff reading and from hired education videos. He thinks we should hire adult videos and fuck while watching. I have liberated my husband."

"Well keep him interest in you darling. That's my advice."

"Thank you, thank you darling Fletch. That's what I feel -- liberated. Good bye sweet man."

The call was cut before he could reply. Fletch thought that was the best way, emotionally, to finish their relationship.

CHAPTER 2

When ending with Thelma, Fletch told his mom to stop giving him money. He'd ask if further financial assistance was required.

"Did Thelma give you money?"

"Yes, quite a bit."

His mom smiled and said that meant he must be good.

"Perhaps I am. Would you mind if I found other women like Thelma?"

"Under similar circumstances to Thelma no but I wouldn't want you breaking up good marriages."

"Women in need are what I'm thinking. There must be huge numbers of them wishing for some action but afraid to do anything about it."

"I think that's correct. Keep out of trouble and keep clean and you have my approval."

Fletch had thanked her and now he had Annette's welcome financial contribution.

Over dinner that night Fletch said to his mom, "When did you have your last decent vacation mom."

She sighed and said eighteen months before his father died.

"I have been servicing another woman who has paid me off rather generously."

"Do I know her?"

"Mom I think we ought not discuss names. A future client could be Bob Bolton's wife."

Sylvie almost fell off her chair laughing and then said that was unlikely because Bob said she'd dried herself off sex some years ago.

"Where would you like to go, within reason, on vacation?"

"To visit Victoria in Manitoba. You contribute and I'll pay the rest."

"No it's fine. I'll pay your fares and give you a thousand bucks spending money. Mom you have been great to me and this is just chicken shit compared with what you and before that you and dad spent on me. Now this discussion is closed. Come with me to my computer and we'll make the bookings."

"I'll have to call Victoria first to arrange suitable dates."

Fletch sighed. "If you feel that's necessary then do that mom but do it now."

Three days later Thelma called.

"Fletch my daughter's bridesmaid is waiting for her divorce to come through. She might be of interest to you. She's good looking, about your age."

"Yeah I'm interested. Can she pay?"

"Have you gone commercial?" Thelma asked, sounding almost indignant.

"Yeah."

"Oh good boy. I appear to have encouraged that."

Fletch called the number and chatted.

Kelly, who sounded very nice, said she was definitely interested and thought they should meet and said no, she didn't think $200 a session was too much provided he could go more than once.

Although pleased to have another client, Fletch worried that he'd been unable to find suitable women himself; all three so far had been referrals. He fretted that something must be wrong with him.

He shrugged and thought something would turn up and besides, why worry? This was supposed to be how business worked. He looked forward to getting between the thighs of a much younger woman. He pictured coating two thighs encased in stockings with cum and groaned. Jeepers, this had to be the best business on the planet because the reality was he didn't have to do it or even work, because his mom had received a huge insurance payment after his father's totally preventable accidental death at work. He was fucking professional because it seemed the best thing to do. Apart from the joy of sex it was a cash-only business and therefore tax-free. He'd keep going to two totally unsuitable job interviews a week to keep the authorities satisfied that he was genuinely unemployed and on the borderline of being unemployable.

Fletch now knew belatedly he'd wasted his time becoming, at least academically a specialist in environmental design, thinking the world was ready for such specialists and the numbers of such specialists were thin on the ground. But then the fucking world economic downtown arrived and spending on professional environmental design almost overnight had become a no-no.

Thinking as a businessman, Fletch the gigolo had updated his wardrobe and increased time at the gym. He understood women went weak at the knees at the sight of a good 'six-pack' and almost automatically began opening their legs. Of course his beneficiaries would be expected to pay for their weakness. He patted his crotch affectionately and wondered if he would marry a woman who'd pay for his services, er his extended services. She'd probably assume the perfunctory service went with the wedding vows. He wondered if that might not be a little callous and then remembered one of the mottos in his business studies, "There's no such thing as a free lunch." If the word lunch was changed to fuck, the truth of the adage with the word change remained the same.

* * *

Auburn-headed Kelly Carlisle (22) had gone through a traumatic five-month marriage to Lenny Fish, who turned out to be a brute, only interested in fucking, eating his wife's cooking and being with his pals and for entertainment stooped to bullying pretty Kelly psychologically. So she left him to the jeer of good-riddance by her fucked-up spouse, confident he'd turn white when her claims for divorce settlement were tabled. She changed back to her maiden name and knew the IRS would be interested to learn about Lenny's illegal activities and offshore bank accounts.

At the fear of having his cozy little trading empire exposed to the IRS, Lenny had buckled in at the legal negotiations and had transferred the amount of Kelly's claim for $1.4 million into trust with his attorney before Lenny had been allowed to leave the room, even to pee. Kelly's attorney had insisted on that knowing the accounts could have been uplifted and deposited elsewhere just on a secure telephone instruction made in the toilet.

Kelly worked for her father as assistant operations manager of his company's fleet of 149 interstate Freightliner trucks. Pete Carlisle didn't require his daughter to go to college and her stepmother and birth mother were not consulted in that matter. A month ago when the penthouse was sold as part of the marital settlement agreement and sick of being harassed by her friends about her upcoming divorce, Kelly had moved in with her birth mother Laura Carlisle. After the dust died over that disputed issue, her father said she could continue working for him.

She now sat in a bar facing her prospective seducer. Kelly had hoped for a guy round her size, five-ten and 112 pounds but this guy was taller and wider and heavier than that. That probably meant a large dick. She winced. But in compensation he looked more than okay and spoke in almost a refined manner. She hoped he could fuck.

"Well do I appear to meet minimum requirements?" he asked and blatantly rubbed over the hidden bulge of his dick.

Kelly almost had a convulsion; at least that was what it felt like. She gawked at his hand over his dick and felt she'd be dripping into her panties. There was no way she could turn this hunk down.

"Yes but what say we contract for $150."

"Get stuffed little lady. I ought to be charging five hundred."

Omigod, she was about to lose him for a paltry fifty bucks. However she hesitated and asked did he guarantee complete satisfaction.

He grinned and said did she mean front door or back door?

Omigod she'd not realized back door was on offer. She'd long been interested in being butt-fucked.

"Condoms?"

Fletch said for penetration, yes at all times unless she requested being fucked front door without condoms.

Fair enough. "Am I expected to swallow?"

"What my cock or my cum?"

God he was crude. How did she know what she meant in these unaccustomed and indelicate negotiations? She tried "Whatever."

Fletch sighed and didn't reply and began tapping a foot.

God she was on the brink of losing the deal. "Okay, I agree on two hundred and ask you don't take unreasonable advantage of my in you sexual excessivenesses or shenanigans."

"I take it you can really fuck well?

She was indignant. "What a question to ask a lady?"

He just grinned.

She thought obviously she thought he regarded her as a slut. Well so be it.

* * *

Kelly proved to be a little disappointing. She just wished to be pounded, the act to be confined to missionary with no fancy add-ons, not even some kissing to fake romance and yes she would swallow as promised but after the first couple of bouts of that, with Kelly running off to the toilet to make herself vomit with a finger down her throat, Fletch kindly called off the need for her to swallow.

After two weeks Kelly sensed he was bored with her so said, "Let's make Thursday my final session and we'll end it with dinner."

"As you wish," he smiled rather happily and didn't care if she saw it.

After their final session, confined as usual to the client's stringent requirements, they went to dinner, not to a restaurant but to the home of Kelly's birth mother. He was introduced to Laura Carlisle who up to that point appeared disinterested in him, being more concerned about moaning to her daughter for making her wait till 9:00 before serving dinner. But Laura appeared startled when her daughter's gigolo kissed the inside of her hand that was to feed him and he said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs Carlisle. You have a lovely daughter."

Fletch caught the brief look between daughter and mother that ended with Laura raising an eyebrow.

Dinner went reasonably well, the majority of conversation occurring between Laura and her guest. Fletch left at 11:30 after kissing both women goodbye and saying he'd enjoyed their company.

"He's gorgeous," Laura said as the two women returned inside.

"Who?" responded Kelly, wishing to wind up her mother but that attempted tactic was ignored, her mom saying mildly Kelly had failed to recognize quality.

"He's a pain," Kelly said. "He refused to be rough with me although I told him it takes heavy sex to get me off. I paid him off tonight. At least he helped me get my confidence back. I now will cast round for a suitable lover good enough to marry once my divorce comes through."

"So he couldn't get you off?"

"I didn't say that. He excelled with his mouth."

Omigod Laura thought, placing a hand on the table for support. She loved romantic sex; her latest guy was emerging as a bit of a schmuck and deserved to be dropped. She felt sympathy for Kelly because she'd gone through a rough time. The forty-two-year-old brunette with emerald eyes said softly, "It can only get better for your darling; choose wisely."

Hugged her mom and thinking her mom ought to go a couple of rounds with Fletch. Kelly simply said, "Thanks mom. I wish dad was as supportive of me as you have been."

In the morning when they were having breakfast, Laura said, "Darling I was thinking during the night I ought to dump Arnold and go a couple of rounds with the Gigolo. How much does he charge?"

"Two hundred a session and the session goes until you quit."

"God that's cheap. I read somewhere that high-end sex workers charge $600 to $700 a session."

Kelly snorted and said who'd want to pay that much for a bout of in and out."

"There's such a thing as expertise and bells and whistles darling."

Kelly checked 'her watch and said well for one she didn't want a bell or a whistle stuck in her ass. Her mom's shrieking laugh rather amused her.

As Kelly was leaving for work they kissed goodbye.

"So you don't mind if I engage him?"

"Help yourself mom."

"How do I contact him?"

"His card is in my bedroom trash can. Help yourself and try not to be disappointed."

"Hi it's Laura Carlisle."

"Oh hi. Once again thanks for your hospitality last night."

"Thank you. I was calling to ask do you date?"

"Date?"

"Yes Kelly told me she's ended with you so I found your card in her trash can. I wondered if you would like to socialize with me? I'm short of quality company, er quality male company, and wondered if you had some week nights and weekends free to socialize? I'm not looking for sex, just a film and dining out, that sort of thing. How much would you charge for that?"

"Er for you, nothing. I would welcome being in your company socially."

Laura put smile into her voice. "Then it's a deal. Just socializing, no sex and I pay my own way."

"Agreed. What about this Friday night to a movie of your choice?"

"Great I'll select a movie and book a restaurant and call you with details."

"Fine. I'll be looking forward to seeing you again Laura."

An hour later Fletch had shopped at the supermarket for his mom who was at a church building and maintenance committee meeting and was walking through the parking lot to take the shortest route home (neither of them had a vehicle). He spotted a great ass hanging out at the rear of a hatchback vehicle.

Attracted, he said softly to avoid startling the woman, "May I help ma'am?

The woman's head shot up and hit the top of lift door opening.

"Jesus!"

"No it's Fletch asking how may I assist."

The young angry-faced woman pulled out and charged, "You frightened me."

"I did so unintentionally and for that I apologize."

She pulled down her short skirt and said, "I suppose you saw everything?"

Smiling reassuringly Fletch said, "Only up to your stocking tops. You have lovely legs."

She almost smiled.

He knew it was a wrong time to flirt and so asked, "What's the problem?"

"I tossed in a heavy bag of tinned fruit and my keys went flying from the thumb and finger grip of that hand and landed miles in, right at the back."

Great teeth, cute tits, hair needs attention, summarized Fletch as he asked was the car unlocked and she nodded. He opened the rear door, released and pulled down the back seat and pulled out the keys, taking eight seconds.

Fletch held out the keys. The woman blushed, smoothed down her skirt and took them, "Oh thank you. Why didn't stupid me think of that?"

"Your mistake riled you so you went after those keys like a terrier after a ball."

She smiled. "You mean after a rat."

"I switched to ball knowing you were obviously female and knowing some women have an aversion to the word rat let alone sighting one."

She grinned.

"Does it look good beyond those stocking tops?"

She frowned.

"Well I have outstayed my welcome. Bye."

She didn't reply and Fletch walked on, not looking back.

He was out of the parking area and fifty yards up Langdon Street when the same blue hatchback pulled up alongside him. The blonde called through the open window, "Want a lift Fletch."

Ah she'd remembered his name and must have been taken with his ass, Fletch speculated and opened the door and climbed in with his two shopping bags. "This is very kind of you."

"You intrigue me. I thought you had seized the opportunity to attempt to hit on me but I found myself off the hook."

Fletch told the truth. "Your cute ass attracted me."

The car was only just moving forward when it stalled. It was a manual model and the woman had let out the clutch too quickly.

"Jesus!"

Fletch looked ahead stoically.

"I suppose you were thinking stupid woman driver?"

Fletch lied, "I was thinking this model stalls easily."

"That's crap."

"So I lied."

She laughed and said her name was Lydia.

"Thanks for the ride Lydia, you're a lovely woman," Fletch said, speaking through the open window after getting out.

Lydia looked at him intently.

Fletch smiled.

She smiled and said, "Look I'm home visiting mom and dad for a few days. They live near the far end of this street. You might like to invite me out tonight and if you keep on being this lovely you might get lucky."

Fletch only half heard that. He was attempting to work out who might her parents be living at the end of the street. The church was at the end of the street but someone would live opposite.

"Call for me at the manse. Father is minister at the church."

"The Rev and Mrs McDonald's daughter?"

"Yes."

"Their married daughter?"

"Yes but he's at home."

The son of a church elder said goodbye and meant that. If he dared touch the minister's married daughter his mom might pick up the axe.

Sitting drinking coffee Fletch thought his mom would be boarding an aircraft for Canada late afternoon and would be away ten days. It was probably she'd never learn he'd had an adulterous liaison with her minister's daughter. But no, it was too risky.

However Fletch was ecstatic. He'd actually connected with and impressed a woman he could plunder without any outside assistance, the first time this had happened since his graduation. He could do it! And it had been accomplished without sleaze! But how had he managed to pull it off? He had no idea. Perhaps it was his smile? Perhaps it was his good manners?

Fletch had a couple of drinks and then early dinner on the way home from taking him mom by cab to the airport. She was in such a state of excitement she'd probably never located the right flight by herself. At home he showered, put on clean briefs and a T-shirt and was sitting with a leg hooked over a lounge chair watching sport on TV when there was a knock at the door. It was almost 9:00. Fucking people trying to sell insurance or religion, he fumed to himself. He threw open the front door and snapped, "What."

"Oh were you expecting me?" Lydia asked, pushing through.

"Er no."

"And I think I know why," she said triumphantly. "Mom worked out from the address I gave her you were Sylvie Halifax's son and told me your mom is a church elder and then told me Mrs Halifax was leaving for Canada today. When you didn't show up I decided to come looking for you. I have been bored titless."

Fletch eyed her breasts. He pulled up his T-shirt and worked his six-pack a little.

Lydia's eyes widened and she whimpered, "Omigod" and then clutching him said why bother going out.

With the preliminaries well-worked for mutual satisfaction, Lydia was on her back on the dinning room table, holding her legs out wide, and they both watched intently as Fletch pushed in slowly.

When she finally grunted Fletch asked, "Earlier I attempted to figure out what had appealed to you when I had frightened and then appeared to almost insult you?"

"Well I had been feeling a little horny for some hours and you looked quite a hunk with a great butt. But it was your willingness to assist and I believe you really thought I had a problem. Your manner was smooth and thinking about it when driving out of the parking lot I thought you really know how to talk to a woman. I though fuck I've missed out on a great opportunity. And then I saw you walking, head up and looking cheerful. God I almost wet myself."

Lydia went home in time for breakfast, assuring Fletch her mom would had lied to cover for her, telling her husband Lydia had stayed the night with a married girlfriend living on the other side of the city.

They came together next night, in fact they came quite often and the next night Lydia went out with her parents and returned home to her own family next morning.

On Thursday early evening Fletch was waiting for the bus to go into the CBD for a meal and was joined by a woman in her early forties dressed for a night out. They chatted and she said she was going to a movie, the movie Laura Carlisle had called earlier to say they should go to tomorrow night.