Courtesan Ch. 41

Kelly giggled. "I know, that's one of the million reasons that I'm so madly in love with you." She paused for a moment and then she added, "But Timmy, you're the only one knows about that part of me."

"Well I guess it's time for you to start writing again. Remember a week and a half ago when we were discussing whether or not you should try return to this job?"

"Yes."

"One of the reasons we decided it was a good idea was that this job actually gives you time to write."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't know Timmy. Right now, they're keeping me awfully busy. As soon as we get back tomorrow I have to meet another guy at the Calvert Hotel."

"Yes, but that's because they're trying to put together a major corporate buyout. As soon as it's done our schedule will get much easier." We both turned. It was Mandy. She was standing next to us. "Are you guys all right?"

I smiled. "We're fine, Kelly is just having a case of the temporary blues. She's feeling a little down about not doing much with her life. I'm reminding her that she's a very talented poet and she's about to be able to start writing again."

"Really? When we live together could you guys teach me to write?"

I smiled at Mandy. "We'd love to."

Mandy grinned, then her expression suddenly became more serious. "Kel honey, this is really unusual for you. I've never seen you lose your concentration when you're with a guy. Are you sure you're feeling all right? Is Ty a creep?"

"No I feel fine and Ty is actually a lot of fun." Kelly sighed. "I think everything that's happened in the past few weeks is finally starting to catch up with me." She smiled at Mandy. "Talking to Timmy helped. I'm starting to feel better already."

Kelly put several appetizers on the plate I was holding. As she was doing it she looked at me with a playful grin and said, "So what will you put on my tombstone when I die?"

I chuckled. "well first of all we're only twenty-four, so I think the question is a bit premature. We both have a lot of life left to live."

"You're dodging the question."

"Okay, if you insist. Right now, if I had to do it, I would have your tombstone inscribed with these words; Kelly Mason, wife, lover, poet and one of the great courtesans of the twenty-first century."

Kelly thought about this for a moment and then she smiled. "Thank you Timmy, I really like that. I really like it a lot."

Taking the plate from me, she whispered; "I'd better get back to Ty." And then as she turned to leave she added; "Babydoll, I love you."

I nodded. "I know."

Once she was gone Mandy said, "That was really sweet. If I die before you do will you promise to do my tombstone too?"

"We're certainly getting a little morbid this evening."

"Don't dodge the question."

"Okay, yes I'll do it."

"What will it say?"

"Again, you're only twenty-six. You also have a lot of life left to live."

"I know, but if you had to write it tonight, what would it say?"

"All right." I thought for a moment and then I said; "Mandy Wells, friend, lover, teacher and one of the great courtesans of the twenty- first century."

Mandy looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Teacher? Timmy I always wanted to be a teacher, but I'm not. I barely finished high school and I never went to college."

"Not because you weren't smart enough. The trouble your mom and dad had during your senior year in high school was the only reason you didn't go to college."

"But I'm still not a teacher."

"Yes you are, you're a natural teacher. Over the past week and a half you've given both Kelly and me a crash course in dominant submissive sex and our new lifestyle."

Mandy giggled. "You mean I'm an instructor of alternative life styles."

"Yes and a very good one."

"Thank you Timmy, I like that." She gently patted my hand. "Now I'd better get back to Jason."

"Bunny, hold this tray for me."

It was Edward. He had a silver serving tray in his hands. I took it from him and held it while he filled several plates with appetizers and set them on the tray.

Once that was done he whispered, "Mr. Jackson would like to see you in the hall."

Suddenly I started to get nervous. Mr. Jackson had made it very clear that there was not to be any social interaction between Kelly and me while the guests were here. Clearly we had just violated that rule.

Slowly nodding, I nervously said; "Yes sir." And then I turned and apprehensively walked out of the parlor feeling like a convicted murderer on his way to his execution

Mr. Jackson was waiting for me in the hall. I was prepared for and willing to accept a stern reprimand. During the past week this man had done wonderful things for me and people who were close to me. Now I felt like I'd let him down. I was ashamed.

I stopped in front of him and stared at the floor. I felt like a child reluctantly ready to bear the onslaught of an angry father.

"Bunny is everything all right?"

These were neither the words nor the tone of voice that I'd expected. I looked up at him. There was an expression of concern in his eyes.

Still nervous, I started to try to stammer out an answer. "I ah, well..."

Smiling, he gently touched my shoulder "It's all right. I'm not angry with you or for that matter, Kelly or Mandy; but I am concerned."

His words put me at ease. I took a second to regain my composure and then, taking a deep breath I said; "I think everything is fine. Would you like me to try to explain?"

"Yes, please."

"Kelly knows that she's a beautiful woman."

"Yes she certainly is."

"She understands that it was a blessing, but by the time she was in high school she also began to realize that in some ways it was a curse."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "Yes, I think I understand. Your wife is a very bright and talented person, but her blond hair, pretty face and fabulous figure make it difficult for many people to see that."

I smiled. "That's right."

"What upset her tonight?"

"Kelly loves sex and she really does take pride in her ability to excite and satisfy a man, but..."

"But she only wants that to be one part of her persona." Mr. Jackson shook his head. "I think I understand. When Tyler praised her for her ability to give a blow job she started to worry that we believed that was all she was capable of doing."

"I think it goes deeper than that."

"What do you mean?"

"I think she's worried that she's beginning to believe it herself."

Mr. Jackson sighed. "Ah yes, one's self perception is always the most important. What did you tell her? You obviously said something that made her feel better. Right now she's in the parlor flirting with Tyler with every bit of the expertise and enthusiasm that I've come to expect from her."

"I reminded her that she's a talented poet."

"Yes I remember that from the reports we put together about her while she was still in college."

"I also reminded her that when she made the decision to talk to you about getting her old job back, one of the reasons for that decision was that being a hostess has enough flexibility to allow some time for her to start writing again. Now that she doesn't have to try to hide what she's doing from me anymore, that should be even more true. That excited her. Kelly loves to write and she takes a lot of pride in her ability."

I paused. After a moment I added, "She was a little worried that. Right now you're keeping her too busy to write, but Mandy reminded her that once this buy out attempt is over things should settle down again."

Mr. Jackson nodded. "That's true." He thought about all of this for a few seconds and then he said, "What about my girl? After Kelly left she stayed and talked to you for another minute or two. Is she all right?"

"She has the same problem as Kelly, but it's maybe even more complicated."

"Tell me."

"She's just as smart as Kelly, but at least Kelly got to go to college. That gave her some confidence in her ability. All Mandy has done since high school is work as a stripper and an escort."

"What did you tell her? When she left you there was a huge smile on her face."

"I told her that she was a wonderful teacher."

"A teacher?"

"Yes, I reminded her about how much she's taught Kelly and me during the past week and a half."

Mr. Jackson grinned. "Timmy I certainly made the right decision when I hired you."

"Sir?"

"Young man, you're not down here to be a slave. That's just part of a fantasy that we're all enjoying. I am impressed with the reports you're producing, but I have staff that I could have assigned to that task. Timmy I hired you to do what you're doing right now, take care of our hostesses. I hired Kirby and Elvira for the same reason. Ever since we started using hostesses I've worried about the emotional effects the job might have on them. Loneliness, negative self perception and little sense of personal fulfillment; those are just some of the issues that these women face. Timmy I hired the three of you to be anchors. Your real job is to love, care for and nurture my hostesses."

He smiled at me. "And so far you seem to be doing an outstanding job."

I smiled back at him. "Thank you sir."

Suddenly we heard the sound of footsteps climbing a wooden staircase. Mr. Jackson and I both turned in the direction of the noise. A door ten feet beyond the entrance to the dining room opened and Tonya emerged followed by Donald Kline.

Tonya looked like she'd just stepped out of a submissive's wet dream. She was wearing a shiny black leather mini dress that laced up the front, a pair of thigh high black patent leather boots with what had to be eight inch spike heels and elbow length black leather gloves. Her dress was just as low cut, short and revealing as the dresses Keisha and Kelly were wearing. Her ash blond hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail and she wore dark black eyeshadow and thick red lipstick. All of this combined to create an aura of malevolence that both frightened and excited me.

In her left hand Tonya carried a horsewhip and in her right she held a leash that was attached to the dog collar around Donald Kline's neck.

Her slave was now wearing a pair of little boys one piece pajamas with footies. They were pink with little teddy bears all over them. I was certain that they had to have been specially made in order to get them in a size that would fit Donald Kline.

When she saw us Tonya smiled and said, "Come Twinkles."

As they approached Mr. Jackson said; "Good evening Natasha, may I have a word with your pet?"

"Of course." She turned to Donald Kline. "Twinkles, you may answer Mr. Jackson."

"How are you doing Donald? Is Natasha showing you a good time?"

That made him grin. "Some people might question the phrase, good time; but yes, I'm having the experience of my life. I gather that at some point Mistress Natasha talked to my wife and Michelle filled her in on my most secret fantasies."

Mr. Jackson smiled. "Very good, we want you to have a good time. Remember, you're among friends here. No one is going to judge you." Then he gestured to me. "Donald, this is Bunny; he's another submissive and he's actually owned by Melody and Angela."

Donald Kline looked at me for a moment and then he said, "Really, you must lead a very exciting life."

"I enjoy it."

Laughing, he said; "Yes, I'll bet you do. Owned by two beautiful women, I am envious." Then, quickly holding up his hand he added; "Don't ever tell my wife I said that."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "Don't worry Donald, your secret is safe with us." He turned to Tonya. "Natasha, shall we join the others?"

Tonya smiled and then she tugged on Donald's leash. "Come Twinkles, your last training session made me thirsty. I'm in the mood for a cocktail."

Tonya pulled Donald into the parlor. After they were gone I turned to Mr. Jackson. "Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"Of course you can Timmy."

"I thought that it was essential that we keep my relationship with Kelly and Mandy a secret from the guests; but you just told Mr. Kline about us."

"Timmy, Donald Kline is one of the most influential financial investors on the east coast. At least three dozen very wealthy men follow his lead. I'm hoping that I just created a bond between the two of you, a bond that in the future may be very helpful to all of us."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just be yourself Timmy, that's all you'll have to do."

There was brief moment of awkward silence. I sensed that Mr. Jackson had something else on his mind. Finally he shook his head and asked; "Timmy what should I do about her?"

I immediately understood that he was talking about Mandy.

Without waiting for an answer to his question he continued. "I know that she's planning to live with Kelly and you. I was relieved when she told me that. I worry about her. I'm afraid that she's lonely. The firm demands most of my attention and leaves me with very few opportunities to spend time with her."

"You have feelings for her, don't you sir."

"Yes Timmy I do and I'm quite certain that she has feels the same way about me."

"Oh she does, there isn't any question about that."

Shaking his head, he said; "I just don't think I can commit the time that a real relationship requires."

"Sir, there might also be some other questions."

"What do you mean?"

"If you entered into a serious relationship with Mandy would you want her to stop working as a hostess? Would you expect her to be faithful to you? Mandy is her mother's daughter. I think she may be a lot like Kelly. I'm not sure she's capable of staying faithful to one man."

Mr. Jackson laughed. "Timmy, I take great pride in my ability to consider all aspects of a question before I make a decision and right now I'm ashamed to admit that I've never even considered that issue."

He thought for a moment. "If I married Mandy, it's very likely that I'd end up being a cuckold, isn't it."

"Yes sir, I think it is. You might also have to give up the regular blow jobs that you get from Kelly."

"I'd miss those, your wife really is an artist..." Suddenly he caught himself. "Timmy I'm sorry I didn't mean to offend you."

I shook my head. "It's all right sir. That doesn't offend me."

He looked at me. "Does knowing that we get together several times a week ever bother you? I mean I'm starting to really like you Timmy. If it does bother you, just tell me and I'll stop it immediately."

"Thank you sir, I appreciate that; but no, it doesn't bother me. I understand that Kelly sees sexual pleasure and emotional attachment as two completely separate entities. Don't get me wrong, she does care for you. I know that she likes you very much and I'm rapidly starting to understand why she feels that way."

I smiled. "My wife is a sexual free spirit. She may play with other men. She might even develop feelings for some of them like she has with you and Chris, but in the end I know that she'll always come home to me. I feel very confident about the fact that I'll always be the pivotal man in Kelly's life and that's what really matters to me."

"You did have some problems last week."

"Yes sir, I did. I think that was partly due to the difficulties we'd had over the past year. My confidence in Kelly's feelings for me had been seriously shaken." I shook my head. "If a man is going to let his wife cuckold him, he has to be very secure about the fact that she loves him."

Mr. Jackson chuckled. "I think he just has to be very secure."

I recognized that as a compliment, but sometimes compliments are difficult for me so I just shrugged and continued. "As you know, last week was also the first time I'd ever actually seen Kelly with another man. Hearing about one of her sexual trysts is one thing, actually witnessing one is something else altogether. It took me a little while to get used to that."

"You did a pretty good job of adapting."

I smiled at him.

He smiled back at me and then he said, "Timmy what should I do about Mandy?"

"Do you want my honest opinion?"

"Yes, I do."

"Talk to her. Have this exact conversation with her. Mandy is a very mature and bright woman. This affects her life every bit as much as it does yours. Allow her to be involved in the decision."

Mr. Jackson slowly nodded. He was obviously thinking about what I was suggesting.

"Then as a compromise I might suggest that you consider taking an apartment in the house we're buying."

Mr. Jackson stared at me. "Timmy I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Everyone who's going to be living there works for me."

"Mr. Tyler's planning to live there with Elvira and we all work for him too."

"Yes but..." And then he paused. "Do you think the others would accept me?"

I smiled. "Mr. Jackson, if there is one thing I've learned about you this past week and a half; it's that you have the respect, admiration and friendship of the people who work for you. Yes, I'm quite certain that all of them would accept you."

He was silent for a moment and then he said, "I have a free evening tomorrow night and I know that Kelly is the only hostess who's assigned to work." He looked at me. "I'm sorry Timmy, John has an investor flying in from Seattle and we need your wife."

"It's all right, I understand. Kelly is good at her job. We both take pride in that."

"I glad you understand. Anyway, Mandy and I are both free and I'd already been planning to take her to dinner at the Kennsington Grill. I think I'll try to talk to her about all of this tomorrow night."

"I think that's a good idea."

Mr. Jackson nodded and then he put a hand on my shoulder. "Timmy, it's time for us to get back to our guests."

"Yes sir, I'm sure Nathan would like my help."

Smiling, Mr. Jackson gave my shoulder a quick pat and said, "Let's go."

In the parlor everyone was now seated in front of the fireplace.

Of course I immediately looked for Kelly and Tyler and found them on one of the love seats. Kelly was sitting next to Tyler with her legs tucked underneath her and one arm casually draped around his shoulder. Her thighs were pressed tightly together which seemed like a good thing because in any other position, the fringe skirt on her knit dress would have done very little to conceal her naked sex.

Mandy and Jason were on the love seat to their left. Mandy was sitting on Jason's lap.

Elvira and Wendell Tyler were sitting together on the love seat to Kelly and Tyler's right. Their hips were touching, but maybe because of their age or possibly because of Mr. Tyler's position as one of the partners, they were being much less overtly sexual.

On the love seat next to them Keisha was cuddled up to Brad. Keisha's head rested on Brad's shoulder and her arm lay casually draped across his crotch. That made me smile. Kelly and Mandy loved cocks, but I was learning that Keisha was an absolute fanatic for them. It was apparent that even when she was relaxing she liked to maintain contact with one.

Tonya occupied a brown leather arm chair to the right of Keisha and Brad. Donald Kline was kneeling submissively at her feet.

John Reynolds was standing next to the fireplace.

Except for Donald Kline, everyone had a cocktail in their hand. It appeared to me that all of them were drinking a variation of either a martini or a Manhattan. Their eyes were all focused on Tyler Greer.

"Natasha, those pink pajamas you've made Donny wear are perfect. When we come over to his house for a night of partying with Michelle she loves to treat him like a little boy." He laughed "Sometimes she even brings him up to his bedroom and tucks him into his single bed before all of us retire to her bedroom to play."

"Don't Donald and his wife sleep in the same room?" It was Kelly. She was obviously curious about this.

Tyler shook his head. "I'm not sure. I know he has a small bedroom decorated with teddy bears and cartoon characters. Michelle loves to show it to the guys when she entertains."