Ann: The Married Years Ch. 47

He didn't have any more money to spend. His expense account was tapped out from all the added things needed when the convention moved unexpectedly to Las Vegas. The timing meant the flights cost more because he couldn't book them ahead, and he usually drove to New York. The booth was the same, but he was in a lousy location on the convention floor compared to all the ones he'd been at in Manhattan. And because they were in Vegas, the crowd seemed to work on a different concept. One he didn't know how to handle just yet.

He had always been able to wine and dine clients out East. The atmosphere of Manhattan made that easy. But with his budget shot, he was dipping into his own pocket if he wanted to take someone out to eat. Yet with the endless buffets the casinos offered, that wasn't realistic anyway. When it came to entertainment, the clientele he was attempting to lure wanted two things. Gambling... or sex. After all, it was Vegas. It just took him three days to realize the latter was one of the options they were looking for. The gist of the story in the magazine was how it came to be that it was Betsy who ended up providing that option.

"Okay... I get it. Dad wasn't closing deals, and the big thing for that particular client base was either sex or gambling."

"I don't think it was the client base as much as it was where the convention was held. He would have been successful with the same crowd if it was held in New York City like before. It was the idea of the lifestyle Vegas offered that changed them. He tried gambling at first but that ended up backfiring. That's how everything kind of played out."

"There's seems to be a big piece of the puzzle missing."

"I know. And that's because the stories they let you submit are mostly about the sex. I tried to give as much detail as I could, but I also wanted them to print it, so I kind of had to model the length and the content based on others I'd read. Trust me. There was a lot of editing done to get it the way I wanted it so they put it in a magazine."

"We'll I want the unabridged version, so tell me everything that happened."

"Okay. It was Tuesday morning, and I was busy tanning by the pool when a staff worker told me I had a call from Darren. He was frantic, having lost yet another big fish because he didn't have the resources available to close the deal. It was the Hammer account, and it was big!"

"So how'd he lose it?"

"He didn't. I saw to that. But it wasn't that black and white. Darren took the guy, Jerry, gambling the night before. Gave him two hundred dollars of our money. Jerry turns it into a grand in a couple of hours, but then he leaves. Turns out, he spent most of it on a hooker, which was what he wanted all along. When Darren talked to him the next day, he said he was going to go with Phillips-Hastings instead of Beck, because he didn't have to gamble to get laid."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means one of Darren's competitors said they would get him laid without having to win at the casino first. It wouldn't be by chance. All he had to do was say so. That morning when I picked up the house phone by the poolside, I heard a despair in Darren's voice I'd never heard before, and it upset me. And I was more upset when he told me why. That's when Darren said we were going home."

"Wait, what?"

"We didn't have any more money. Not even enough to eat on. If you're not gambling, the free buffets aren't free. He said if he had landed the Hammer account, we would be fine, because it would more than cover all the expenses for the rest of our trip based on the yearly volume alone. But without it, there was nothing left."

"Oh... okay. I get it. So Darren just kind of offered you up then?"

"Well, only after I bitched at him. I yelled about not only having to miss out on my extra-marital fun with our friends in Chicago, but then I had my trip to Vegas ruined by a guy I'd never met who wanted nothing but sex in exchange for the contract. That comment actually made Darren laugh."

"Why?"

"He accused me of the same thing. He knew I was angry because I wasn't getting laid either. But that was really because he wasn't in the mood because of how work was going for him. That's when he kiddingly said he should just hook the two of us up and it would solve everyone's problems. Honest to God, you've never heard two people become so silent for so long on a phone than just after he said that. It must have been three minutes before either one of us said anything."

"Who spoke first?"

"I kept looking at my hand, Anna. I wasn't wearing my wedding ring. I'd taken it off before I left the room because I didn't want it falling off at the pool. I knew I'd be putting on suntan lotion, and I'd lost a bit of water weight from being there in the sun a couple of days and it felt loose to me. So I took it off and left it in my bag in the room. And that kind of triggered something inside me, I guess."

"So it was you."

"Yeah, but he'd been thinking the same thing after he kind of threw it out there as a sarcastic comment. He knew I took it more literal, because I tend to do that when he gets snippy with me. It's who we are, I guess. Anyway, after all that silence, I told him I'd do it. He asked what I meant by that, and I told him he knew very well what I meant. And that was pretty much it."

"You make it sound so simple."

"It was and it wasn't."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well first, you should probably know it wasn't my first time doing something along those lines."

"Huh? You just said -"

"I didn't say anything. You assumed. I don't want to get too far off track, so I'll just say there were a few times where I did some things with one of Darren's customers from New York when we lived out east. He was already a customer, but he was wavering on a new contract. He had just gone through a heartbreaking divorce six months before and lost all his confidence. He was questioning everything in his life at that point. I was with him over a couple of weekends two weeks apart, and he became Darren's biggest client out east."

"Oh my God!"

"Yeah. I was with him a few other times when we went to New York City for the convention when it moved back where it should have always been. Sam was a good time," she said with an affectionate smile. "Then there was Tim. I persuaded him to do some things that would ensure a positive vote on a zoning change Darren needed to build his new warehouse. It had to do with the interstate they were going to build to connect the Shenandoah valley to DC. I did that for selfish reasons though. If the zoning didn't change, we would have sold our house and moved north were the interstate would be routed. I was just getting my life back as a slut, so, I used that to sway Tim."

"This is all so fascinating. So Darren didn't ask you to do it that time... with Sam?"

"Yes and no. Darren took advantage of me being in a compromising situation. I was waiting for him on the carport when he came home from his trip to New York, and I was naked. Except for the heels, of course. But Sam was in the car with him. I didn't know he was bringing home company for us to entertain. He didn't ask, but I decided to become the entertainment. It was part of my reawakening, as I like to call it. I did it... well, we did it more for the fun. I didn't know at first about Sam's divorce, or his lack of decisiveness. While it wasn't planned, my fucking him certainly didn't hurt their business relationship. I know for fact he became his largest customer, and I played a part in that. That's because the second weekend I was with Sam, Darren kind of made me."

"Oh my God, really!? I've told you how much I love when Neil makes me do things!"

"Like the guy at the gas station convenience store?" she laughed. "I used to love teasing Darren about how I had to keep fucking Sam to keep him a happy customer. I fucked him once a year, up until we moved back here. Either I'd go with Darren to New York for the convention in September, or Sam would drive down and stop on his way to see his parents in North Carolina."

"Have you... since?"

"We're jumping all over the place. I don't want to forget where I was in the story. But the quick answer is yes," she winked.

"Wow. Okay, you were explaining how you were able to make the decision."

"It was Sam. I thought about what I did with Sam. Tim was a one time thing. Well, he wasn't really. He was our next door neighbor, so I fucked him quite a few times."

"Jesus, Mom."

"It's okay. Darren fucked his wife Elaine all the time too. They were like twenty some years older than us, but they were fun. My point was I only fucked Tim that one night at his office to influence his voting perspective. All the times after that were just for fun. Sam was more of an ongoing thing that was definitely work related. There was no reason to be with him otherwise. He's still one of Beck's top two clients. That's why I still fuck him."

"You make it sound like you're on the company payroll," Ann laughed. When Betsy smirked and shrugged, she nearly fell off the couch. "You have got to be joking!"

"Donald was very generous to me over the years. Geoff has been kind enough to continue our arrangement. But you should understand that what I did in Vegas was why I've been compensated the way I have been. The biggest difference between Sam and what happened in Vegas was that Sam knew I was Darren's wife the whole time. Las Vegas was much, much different."

"Okay, but still, the Vegas thing wasn't your first time thinking along those lines."

"Right, and that's what made it seem like a simple decision to go through with it."

"But it really wasn't, was it?"

"The decision was. The execution was a lot more complicated. First, I told Darren I didn't want to see him until I'd done it. He wanted to swing by so we could talk about it. But I told him if he wanted me to do it, there would be no opportunity to talk me out of it. In that moment, at that pool, something inside me switched. I was miffed about how the trip was turning out, and what we both knew I was going to have to do about it to help him. Keep in mind that when I agreed, I'd never laid eyes on Jerry before. He could have been an ogre or a troglodyte for all I knew."

"Holy fuck, mom!" Ann busted out laughing.

"Well it's true. Thankfully, he was damn fine looking, but that was beside the point. I ended up telling Darren that he had to refer to me from then on as Nicole so I could get into the right mindset."

"Where did you get Nicole from?"

"It's my middle name," she winked.

"Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Of course. I told him if he wanted me to do it, he had to hang up and call me back and ask for Nicole at the pool. If he called, that was his signal to me that he'd made up his mind that I was going to become a hooker for him. I told him if he called, to simply tell me the details."

"What do you mean by details?"

"If he called, I only wanted him to tell me the things I'd need to know. The name of the client, what hotel, the room number and what time I needed to be there. And he wasn't to ask me any questions later that night whenever I came back to the room. Whatever I did would stay between me and my John. Well, Jerry, in that instance. If he wanted details, he was going to have to ask him."

"Were you pissed?"

"Yeah, a little bit. Definitely, if I'm being honest about it. But I think it was more about my focus. You've called it being in character, and it's really the same thing. As soon as I made up my mind, that was it. I was Nicole for the rest of the week."

"The week? The story only mentions the one night. That doesn't make any sense."

"Well to be fair, that first night was more me than Nicole. After all, Darren told Jerry he'd paid me up front, mainly because we didn't have any cash. I showed up to Jerry's room at Caesar's Palace at seven o'clock sharp. Three minutes later, I'm totally undressed and on my knees, and I'm sucking him deep. And I mean deep. He's freaking out, and I let him fuck my face for a bit, and then the next thing I know I'm on my back on the bed and he's going to town. The best part was how he compared me. And not just to his wife! He also compared me the hooker he'd been with the night before! I guess both of them were pretty stiff, but I was really into it."

"Yeah, I read that part. But it still doesn't add up."

"That's because when I got there, like it says in the story, I told Jerry my services had been paid in full for three hours. Once that was up, I was leaving because I had another client to see. And I did... Darren. And remember, I was Nicole every minute up until I got on the plane and we flew back to Illinois on Friday morning. Fun fact, we flew into Chicago, my mom had Neil at the airport and we met up with him on the layover, and then we flew home that evening."

"You flew? I thought you always drove to Illinois."

"Usually. But the convention changed everything. That was part of the reason Darren didn't have the extra money to help with luring clients. Anyway, that wasn't the fun fact I was talking about."

"Really? What is it?"

"We got home around eight that night, and when Darren and I were lying in bed, I casually reminded him we had bridge the next night. It was like pulling teeth to get him to go... but that was the night Gina threw her fit and we had that second orgy!"

"After flying across the country?"

"We'd never missed a bridge night, and I reminded him what happened the time before. Granted, I was feeling foolish that first half-hour, but I was proven right before the night was over."

"Okay, okay. That's incredible. But I'm still confused about the other story. I know you went back to your room as Nicole. That's in the story in the magazine. He was your second client."

"But he wasn't my last. What I'm talking about is the rest of the week. That's when I actually made money fucking other clients. You see, Jerry talked to a couple of other guys from companies at the convention that Darren was also trying to land, and the next day at the pool, I got another call from a different guy with another company."

"I don't get it. How the hell did that make a difference?"

"It's like this. One of those guys, Hank, ended up contacting Darren about me. That put Darren suddenly in a very tough position. He wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't call me first to ask me, or even warn me, because he had to give Hank an answer or risk losing a great chance at a big contract. After all, to Jerry I was supposedly just a hooker named Nicole. One that made such a sexual impression on him that he was going around recommending me to other men and directing them to the head of the eastern district of Beck Manufacturing, because Darren Thomas was the kind of man that could hook them up with the best pussy in all of Las Vegas. Those are my words, of course, but I'm not very far off base from what Jerry had told Darren. And think about it. In Jerry's mind, as long as I was getting paid, why would I say no unless I was already booked?"

"I suppose you wouldn't. You'd say yes because that's what you do."

"Exactly. So, Darren had to make a choice. He told Hank he'd pay for three hours, like he did with Jerry, thinking he had to be consistent in case they talked afterward. And he was certain they would because of the way Jerry had been practically bragging about what a good fuck I was. They're men. That's what they do. Plus, nothing had really changed. We still didn't have any extra money, so that's the only way it would work. Frankly, I was stunned, but since I'd already done it once, and I didn't know what Jerry was telling the other men, I kind of felt I didn't have a choice. If I begged off, the deal Darren was working on with Jerry might fall through because he'd look like a liar to the other guys. Or Darren would look like he wasn't as connected as he was professing to be."

"So who contacted you?"

"Darren did, but only after he'd already agreed to set Hank up with me. Like I said, he couldn't talk to me ahead of time. Hank asked if he was sure I'd be available, and Darren said yes. He didn't want him leaving and heading down to the Phillips-Hastings booth, who were putting up real money for real hookers. It wasn't fair, but that was the hand we were dealt. And we were in Las Vegas, where you can never count on a good hand to begin with. That's why Darren is such an incredible poker player. He knows how to bluff when he doesn't have the cards."

"That only works if you have enough confidence to back that up."

"You have met my husband, haven't you?" she asked whimsically.

"I'm beginning to wonder based on what he asked you to do," Ann grinned.

"It wasn't all his fault. The change in venue did us in. I felt Darren's despair and I did what a good, slutty wife would do. But then I screwed up. I forgot to mention to Hank when I arrived at his room that night that I had somewhere else to be when I was done. When the three hours was up, he was rock hard again. He pulled out this big wad of cash and asked me how much extra for it would be for me to spend the night. I have to admit, that was a shock... and a huge turn on. After that, well, like I said, I was a pretty busy being a whore the rest of the week."

"Oh my god, Mom! That's insane. None of that part is in this story... I don't get it."

Reaching into the box on the bed, she pulled out several other issues. "I've sent in a lot more letters to Penthouse than just the one, sweetie. I have a box full of them, remember," she laughed.

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The vibrator in Ann's pussy was turned on high, the vibrations ripping through her body like a tidal wave. Her eyes were clenched shut, and she gripped the steering wheel tighter, holding on for dear life as she tried to contain her screams.

"UUUUUUNNNNNNNHHHHHHHH!" she growled before she started shaking uncontrollably.

A few minutes later her eyes fluttered open. "Fuck I needed that," she whispered, regaining her faculties.

Checking the rear-view mirror again, she saw that Owen was just beginning to stir, and she tried to collect her thoughts. She'd been so busy fantasizing what it would have been like to be Betsy, whoring herself out for Darren so he could have what would turn out to be the best sales conference of his life, she'd lost all her faculties. At least she'd had the foresight to pull off of the interstate, letting her climax come to her as she sat in a rest area.

She eyed the magazine on the passenger seat, casually tossed there when they had first gotten back into the van. The scantily dressed model on the front cover appeared to stare leeringly back at her. She still couldn't believe Betsy gave it to her, along with almost a dozen others. Sure, Betsy kept the originals... the ones that had come in the mail as part of her subscription, all preserved perfectly in their protective plastic sleeves. But whenever she found one of her letters published within the pages of Penthouse, she'd make the trek to Fort Wayne to purchase extra copies, giving them out later to close friends over the years, much like Ann had done dozens of times with her favorite dildo.

Pulling the vibrator from her pussy, she felt more cum trickle out between her legs, the huge wet spot under her ass soaking the cloth seat. No matter, she turned her attentions to the little one behind her, climbing between the front cabin seats, knowing he needed changing.

Owen was groggy, but he soon showed some spark when his diaper was removed. Ann laughed, seeing him wiggle around from the freedom he was feeling.

"Just like your Daddy, huh sweetie. You like being naked, don't you?"

Ten minutes later they were on the road again. The little guy was talking up a storm, happily playing with the new toy from his Happy Meal from earlier. She'd pulled it out from her bag, placing the magazine and the vibrator inside for safe keeping.