Ann: The Married Years Ch. 56

Of course, so did Neil. Case in point the letter she was holding. Still the idea that the most recent fantasy she'd been a part of that featured a prostitute, or something similar, involved her being the one that paid for sex was titillating. And that had her thinking about that very first time, when she was Barbara. There was a point where they'd had a conversation, and she'd mentioned to Neil that the service she worked for had male escorts too.

That had her saying aloud, "I wonder if he's ever going to do that for me?"

"Who's he?" Heather asked as she slid into the seat across from her.

"I was thinking about Andre," she said, giving her the most logical answer she could at the time. Deflecting the line of questioning, she took another bite of her omelette and moaned. "This is delicious. Want a bite?"

"No thanks. I'm a bit queasy at the moment."

"Is it really that bad?"

"Yes. I just can't believe I let myself get into this position."

Fishing for more of the backstory so she could play her part with authentic flare, Ann wondered, "What happened, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Andre happened. You should know that as well as I."

Not getting answers easily, which she expected, she continued fishing for clues. "Yeah, well, everybody's circumstances are different. I needed the money. What about you?"

"The same. It's always the same with him."

"I suppose. He has a... I don't know. There's just something about him. I can't put my finger on it."

"Ha! It's any one of a dozen things. He's charming. He's funny. He's fucking gorgeous. He's big, strong, athletic. Body of a Greek God. Cock of a horse... I swear it's as thick as my wrist and almost as long. And... he's got money, and a way of making you think he's there to help."

"Yeah, that's him. How did he... help you?"

"I met him at a party. We hit it off. Nothing came of it, but it was good, you know. I saw him at another party two weeks later. I got wasted. He got me home. Never even considered taking advantage of me. I was all over him as he drove, and then after, and he kept it in his pants. Frankly, that turned me on."

"Ah... the gentleman angle."

"Yep. He could have had me any way he wanted me, but he didn't make a move because he knew I was out of it. Said he respected me too much. I knew he'd be at a party the next weekend. I sought him out. No way I was getting that messed up again. I made sure he knew I was sober, and horny."

"What happened?"

"What do you think? I fucked him... in the bathroom. Then again a couple of times at my place later that night. It was magical, and addicting. It was also life-changing, actually. I've never had a cock that big."

"So what went wrong, besides what always goes wrong with him."

"Before I met him, I'd been going to a lot of parties. I was in a self-destructive cycle. Getting drunk. Losing my inhibitions. Worse, losing my ability to check myself. I got into a bad situation. Gambling debts. I got addicted to poker, playing with people that mean business. Turns out I'm not very good. I won a lot at first, which hooked me. I got cocky. I didn't know they'd been letting me win. I got in over my head. I ended up on the hook for a lot of money, to a guy you don't want to owe money to. I was in danger."

"Shit, really?

"Yeah. Andre and I ran into him at another party a couple weeks after we'd been banging each other. I thought I was out of that circle. I wasn't going to those dangerous parties anymore. The ones that I started going to were just social. Drinking, dancing, finding someone to hook up with. But this guy had been looking for me. He staked out the party and saw us going in. He caught me alone. Had a knife against my tit, threatening he'd cut it off if I didn't pay him. Andre walked in on us. He knows him. It didn't occur to me how that could be. I figured reputation. Anyway, right then and there Andre pulled out ten grand a paid him off."

"Holy shit."

"No kidding. I thought he was going to be my knight in shining armor. Instead he bought my marker. Now I owe him. I... I really thought he was kidding, until I got that envelope."

"I don't understand," Ann said as she leaned forward, interested in the lengths Heather was going to. The fun of doing roleplaying games was always in the details; the backstory she was seeking out mattered.

"When we were together, he asked a lot of questions. Said he wanted to get to know me. The sex was incredible, and his smile... God, I told him things. About me. About my job. We were fucking one time and he asked if I ever fucked at the hotel. That led to me talking about things I've done, or participated in. I told him that before I was promoted to manager, I worked nights, and one of the undocumented parts of my job was to arrange escorts for important guests. He found that amusing. I didn't understand why at the time."

"You mean because he's a pimp," Ann grinned.

"He's your pimp. He also wanted to be mine."

"What?"

"I assume you read the letter he sent me. That's what he was referring to when he said I could always go with his other solution. When he bought my marker, he told me I'd have to pay him back. I told him I would, but it would take time. That's when everything changed. He'd only been fucking me to feel me out. To see if I was a good piece of ass, and to find a way to make me become one of his girls. I'm sure he did the same to you. That's his M.O."

"I've never fucked Andre. I've only sucked his cock."

"What?"

"I'm into women Heather. I don't fuck guys. I'll suck them. I'll do threesomes if they know that they can't fuck me. But that's it. They can get a handjob, a foot job, a blowjob. I'm damn good at them, to be honest. I can deep throat Andre. I'll even let them fuck my tits if they want. They can suck my pussy... or my ass. But they're both off limits to men as far as fucking is concerned. I prefer women, but I know I have to service guys in some capacity if I'm going to make any money at this. You should probably know all that if you're going to be setting up my schedule."

"Huh. That's what he meant by that. Yeah, I'm glad you told me, or he'd be dealing with a lot of pissed off men. You look like you could fuck all night."

"I can. A Strap-on never loses an erection, and you don't have to worry about recovering from cumming. It just gives and gives unselfishly. So tell me, how'd it come to this? You... becoming my event coordinator. "

"Very funny. I told him I wouldn't turn tricks for him. Frankly, I didn't think he was serious about how he makes a living at first. Then when I found out it was true, it pissed me off. I realized he bought my marker to force my hand. I told him I could get the money together in a few months. Six tops. He wasn't going to wait that long. He countered by saying he'd use my job to his advantage. I told him that was a more reasonable option, but to be honest, I really didn't think he'd do it. I really thought we had a connection."

"We all think that, sweetie," Ann said as she patted the back of Heather's hand.

"Yeah. I should have known better. Now I'm going to lose my job."

"No you're not. I'm not going to let that happen. I promise I'll behave. Look, I have to do what he wants. I have my own problems. But I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to do a job. One that it turns out, I kind of like. I make good money. I just got my own place. And... I love sex. But it's not for everybody."

"You make it sound glamorous."

"I'm a realist. I get paid well. He protects me, which, yeah, I pay for. I just think of it as a business expense. But at the end of the day, I cum a lot. I'm not saying I haven't done some... questionable things. But doing what I do in a place like this? Yeah, I'm thinking this is going to be good. You just have to do your job. I'll do mine. It'll be okay."

"You sound awfully confident."

"I am. Heather, I know that there's a big risk you're taking. After all, I'm going to be down here during the day. I'm going to be practically naked... really skimpy bikinis. Probably thongs or g-strings. If I know him, they'll be see through when they're wet, and I'm not allowed to dry off. I'll be walking around down here like that. Count on it. But other than being eye candy, I won't engage anyone. He doesn't want me ruining this for him. I think he thinks he's tapped into a goldmine with you."

"Yeah. I kinda have that feeling too."

"Look, do your best to fill my calendar. There's no way I'm making ten grand this weekend. I'm not that kind of call girl. I'm not one of the high priced escorts you've used. And don't try to tell me you didn't get some kind of kickback from them for setting them up. Otherwise why do it."

Heather nodded, a sheepish smile appearing. "Yeah."

"Well, I'll make money by volume. I'll put a dent in what you owe him. But we both know it doesn't end for you this weekend. He's going to be here for a while, and the longer he is, the more entrenched he'll become. He's a lot of things, but I have to admit, he's good at what he does. And you never know. This just might be a lucrative thing for you. Andre is Andre, but he's not in the habit of ruining people. He genuinely thinks he's helping you. And if what I'm hearing is true, he did. You have great tits. It would have been a shame if anything happened to them."

"What did he do for you, Rachel?"

"He got me off drugs. At least, hard drugs. He only let's me do pot now."

"Yeah. Right," she chuckled. Opening her purse, Ann pulled out a silver cigarette case. She unclasped the latch, and let her peek inside. There were ten fat, neatly rolled joints inside, along with a lighter. Heather's hand went over her mouth in genuine shock. "Jesus Christ. You're serious."

"I had a pretty bad cocaine habit. I was into a dealer for about five grand. Andre paid him. He didn't call it a marker, but it's the same thing. He put me in rehab, and then he put me to work. He also got me into pot. It's a different kind of high. It's relaxing. It makes it easier for me to do my job. It makes the sex explosive. My God... the orgasms I have. A lot of girls in his crew don't cum. They can't disassociate what they're doing. You know, the job from the sex. Maybe it's because I'm mostly with women. All I know is I do, and it's an incredible perk."

"I don't know, Rachel. Isn't smoking pot risky? Aren't you worried about slipping back into something harder? Cocaine again, or something worse, like heroin?"

"No. First, Andre takes care of us. We get tested for drugs and STDs every week. He knows what I'm doing. And I'd only ever snorted cocaine. I'd never tried anything else. Like you, I got involved in the wrong party crowd. Once he got me clean, he had me try pot... again, the orgasms are phenomenal. That never happened with the coke. I was just wired, you know. Plus, pot is not really addictive. It's not a gateway drug like some people think. I love it, but I've gone weeks without smoking it. I couldn't go a day without needing more coke. That shit is nasty the way it gets it's claws into you."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"About the pot? Absolutely." Ann pulled out two joints and handed them to her. "Here. Take these. Blaze up about a half-hour before you have sex the next time. I promise, you'll want to find me and thank me."

"I can't. I can't impose on you like that."

"Sure you can. I've got plenty to get me through the weekend. With the schedule he's making you set, I'll smoke two a night. One before I start after my wakeup call, and one after I finish dinner. Trust me."

Ann patted her hand again. Heather smiled sweetly and put them in her jacket pocket. She knew Ann wasn't lying about what she'd just told her. Well, the tale about the cocaine was for the plot they were hashing out together. But she had the marijuana in her purse. She was talking from personal experience about that. And the fact was, she did trust Ann. They trusted each other.

Ann had finished her breakfast. The two made small talk for a minute, but Heather finally scooted toward the edge of her booth seat.

"I've got to get going. I'm going to have to get some sleep."

"What? Why?"

"I'm going to have to switch shifts. If I'm setting you up, it's going to have to be with people that are showing up this afternoon. Either to stay, or... people coming to the bar to dance. Magic Touch is playing this weekend. They're the most popular band in the area."

Ann knew them. She loved them. Especially Devon, the lead singer. He looked a lot like Robert Plant, and she couldn't help but connect that to her mother-in-law's infatuation with the famous singer. She remembered Betsy saying she'd wanted to fuck Plant ever since she listened to one of her son Gene's Led Zeppelin albums. Magic Touch were the band she and Neil loved coming to see. They played at the Sheraton every four months or so. But she pretended not to know who they were. "Never heard of them. Plus, I'm hoping to be busy while they're playing. I guess I'll have to catch them some other time."

"You're definitely going to be busy if I have anything to say about it. Look, Rachel, the hotel is going to be swamped this weekend. We're almost totally booked already. The local outlet center is having their annual spring spectacular sales. We've literally got people coming in by the busload to stay and shop. But, there's also a convention here this weekend. I'm not going to say who's here, because nothing may come of it. But, don't be surprised if someone you recognize shows up at your room this weekend. Whatever you do, try not to react. If there's one thing I learned doing this with escorts, it's that anonymity is sacred. If a person shows up to see you, they just want sex. They don't want to deal with someone that's star struck. They don't want to see you as a fan, or anything other than what you are; a prostitute. Escorts get that. They understand the significance of what they provide."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying you have to be, well... professional. If you know who they are, you have to give the impression that you don't. That initial reaction you have when you see them? That's what they're going to see. That's what they're going to base the rest of their time with you on. You have to come off like you're not surprised; that you don't have a clue who they really are. You have to be convincing that you're meeting them for the first time, because you are."

Ann knew Heather was warning her that a whole host of people she knew would be playing the parts of her clients. But the lengths she was going to were extreme, to the point it made her wonder if there might be a surprise or two up Neil's sleeve. Determined to heed her friends advice, she nodded. "I can do that."

"I hope so. I'm not trying to scare you. Like I said, nothing may come of it. But if the opportunity presents itself, I might be sending someone you recognize in your direction. Frankly, I'll have a better shot with the people coming for the convention or coming to see the band than I will with tourists coming to visit the outlets. Their money is already earmarked for shopping. But we'll see. I've got my work cut out for me, that's for sure."

"Will I see you again?" Ann asked as Heather stood.

"You can count on it. I think the only thing that I can guarantee will come out of this is we're going to end up being friends."

"We are?"

"Yeah. There's got to be something to us both being involved with Andre, no matter the circumstances or the way we deal with him. We're kindred spirits, Rachel. Thanks for the pot. I'll let you know what I think of it."

"Remember... smoke it a half-hour before you have sex. You're going to love it."

"Yeah. If only I were going to be having sex sometime soon."

"You could always change your mind. That could be you up in the room instead of me."

"Ha! No thanks. I'll stick with being your event coordinator. But if I have trouble filling up your calendar, who knows? I might be visiting you myself," she winked.

Ann surprised Heather by saying, "I'd never make you pay. If you're really interested, come to my room Monday morning. I'll be off the clock then, and I can't be accused of coming on to you. You'd be coming to me."

"And for you, I hope."

"That's something I can guarantee."

"Sounds enticing. Here's your key. Top floor. All the way at the end of the hallway. The room is on the right."

"Thanks, Heather."

"You're welcome. Your stuff is in the room. Good luck."

"My luck depends on yours, so good luck to you."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann walked down the familiar hallway. She reached the end, looking longingly at the door of room 524. The room Neil called home for two months. It held a lot of erotic memories inside. There was even a night spent there on New Year's Eve, ringing in the new year just after they were married. She and Neil had gone there to see Magic Touch, drinking and dancing until midnight. Then they went to his old home upstairs and had at each other. She smiled happily at the idea of what had happened there. Then she turned to her right, seeing the door to the stairway. That brought a wicked smile.

It was behind that door that she'd had her first sexual experience with Heather. Well, her second. Heather had pretended to be a maid the first time, speaking fluent Spanish, finding Ann as Annabelle, tied to the sex bed in Neil's room when she went in to clean the room. The second encounter was more elaborate. Neil had tied her to a luggage cart and wheeled her out onto the landing. Then he and Heather came up from the lobby, walking up the stairs. Heather spoke fluent French, eating her out while Neil jacked off on her. Since she was blindfolded both times, Ann couldn't confirm her identity... but she somehow suspected.

Turning again, she saw the room she'd be staying in, 523. It was directly across the hall from the old room she fondly remembered. Slipping the key into the door, she smiled as she stepped inside.

It was a three room suite, with a kitchen just off the main living area, and a huge bedroom with a king-sized bed. The bathroom was off the bedroom in the back. Ann opened the drapes covering the living area windows, which overlooked the parking lot. She did the same in the bedroom to offer natural light.

"Hmm... I think they're staying that way during my stay," she giggled. The idea of letting the world peek into what she was doing appealed to her, even if she was on the fifth floor. It wasn't like anyone would be able to see inside. That didn't mean she might not accidentally find herself in front of the windows at some point. She was feeling that naughty.

Her suitcases were on the bed. She opened them, finding one filled with just a few items... four skimpy g-string bikinis, to be exact. White, yellow, a sheer green and a very pale pink. True to her belief, all of them would be transparent when wet. She knew it was mostly empty because her wardrobe, as he'd put it, was in the large yellow shopping bags. She unpacked them, becoming more excited with each one.

"God, Camilla outdid herself," she said as she hung up the last one. It was a perfect replica of the outfit Julia Roberts wore at the beginning of Pretty Woman, and wore when trying to shop on Rodeo Drive. The white and blue jumper dress that had the metal ring on her abdomen. It even had the iconic leather boots to go with it. There were a dozen and a half costumes and outfits to choose from, covering various fantasies and slutty genres. She was thrilled.

"And to think I got pissed at him for spending money on me in the dungeon. I love it when we do this kind of thing. Fuck, I love him!"

The other suitcase wasn't a surprise. It was once again a paired down version of their toy chest. There were tons of things inside that a working 'working girl' might need to please her clients, especially over a long weekend. There was an incredible variety; peering inside brought to mind the endless possibilities of what she might be asked to do.