Kendra and Scott Nelson

"Yes, yes, she is," I said.

"You figurin' on making a move on her. I mean in view of your domestic situation?" said Grant. I gave him a look.

"I don't know, maybe. She's a working girl, so, like I say; I don't know for sure," I said. Now I got the look.

"A whore! A whore for pay?" he said.

"Yeah, it's what she told me," I said.

"And you didn't get a freebie for saving her?" he said.

"No, no freebie. I'm not into taking advantage of women," I said. Grant snickered.

"Really," he said, " a sweet piece like her. You might wanna consider lowering her moral standards a tiny bit."

"Yeah maybe, if I wasn't still married," I said. He looked me askance.

"You saying you'd be willing to get back with Kendra after she did you like she did?" said Grant.

"Don't know. Maybe. We've been together for a long time. Except for her cheating on me this one time, I mean with this one guy, she's been a good wife to me," I said.

"Hmm, yeah, well, you're a stronger man than I am, dude. I'd never be able to get around the stuff you said she was doin' to you or sayin' to yuh," he said. "Not ever, and I'd be needin' some surgery to get my foot outta her ass."

We talked a little longer, until we got back to the shop. It occurred to me that he might have been right about me getting a little from Jade. I sure as hell was horny, not having gotten any since I broke up with Kendra. And, Kendra must've been thinking about that too, maybe figuring that I'd get desperate enough to give in. Well, she was wrong at least as far as she was concerned.

******

They still hadn't assigned me my own personal seat at the bar, figured that had to be close to happening given how many hours I spent there; but I was usually well received by the other barflies.

I'd just arrived and she was there, Jade. Well, I was a little later than usual: Grant had asked me to help him with some heavy lifting, that he had going, putting an engine head back in a car.

"How's it goin'," I said.

"Oh, hi, Scott. Good. You?" she said.

"Now I see you, I'm good too," I said, smiling. She smiled.

"Really. The sight of me makes you happy?" she said.

"Absolutely," I said. "Got time for a drink?" I said. She gave me a look.

"You know I'm working, right?" she said.

"Figured, but that doesn't answer my question?"

"Yes, sure," she said. "I always have time for my favorite mechanic." My turn to give her a look.

We took seats at one of the tables along the far wall.

"So, whaddya want to talk about?" she said. Now I had to think, something I hadn't done; I'd just seen her and decided that I wanted to talk to her.

"How about you letting me be one of your clients for the night?" I blurted.

I'm not sure if it was her or me that was the most surprised by my words. My red face—I could feel myself flush—tilted the answer to that little mystery in my direction, I was sure.

Jade laughed. "Really stud? Do you know how much I charge for an evening of my time."

"Look, you have a business to run, and I'm as horny as a goat. So this little extra ditty I have going tonight would rightly necessitate purchasing your professional services. But, to answer your question: no I don't know how much you charge for an evening," I said. She snickered.

"Okay. I'm a flat hundred an hour. Or, if the guy wants the whole night a flat five hundred. But—seeing's how it's you—I can maybe see my way clear to allow a twenty percent discount," she said. I could see in her eyes that she thought she was beyond my reach financially.

I smiled. "Okay, done," I said. "For the night and no discount required."

"Really?" she said. She was clearly surprised.

"Yes, really," I said.

******

Her place was small, really small, but I got the tour. In the back was a bedroom, maybe 12X6 featuring a small twin bed and a really little closet jammed somehow into the wall; while toward the front of the apartment; and at the end of a twelve foot long hallway was a combo dinette-kitchenette, that measured also maybe 12X6. It served as an all-purpose room whose only furniture was a small table with but two serviceable chairs. Oh, and separating the two rooms so far mentioned, and located in the middle of the narrow hallway, was the tiny bathroom. There was no front room per se or receiving area.

"Kinda small for a woman isn't it?" I said, as we reentered the dinette.

"Yes, but it's only $250 a month including lights and water. What can I say; I can afford it," she said. I nodded. Clearly work as a part time lady of the evening wasn't all that highly paid.

"Why don't you have a seat for a few while I change," she said. I did and she did. She returned in less than five minutes. A record for a woman, I guessed. Well, she was a pro.

It was a warm evening, and that was fortunate because what she was wearing was suitable for no other climatic condition: a very sheer yellow teddy with nothing under it, and six-inch heels that sparkled in the light of the ceiling lights constituted the totality of her ensemble.

I stood and took her in my arms. I had her for the night and I was going to use her the whole fucking time; or, at least until I ran out of spunk and energy.

She pushed me back and knelt in front of me. Her fingers traced the outline of my absolutely "in pain" penis and ball sack. "We need to get the first one out of the way so you can last a little bit. Okay?" she said. I nodded and slipped out of my loafers.

"You're the boss," I said. "Command me." She undid my belt and undid my pants pulling them floorward. I underpants followed. I stepped out of both. My button-down and my socks were all that remained. She took hold of my cock and stroked it for some few minutes. I stiffened and she aimed the spray toward the kitchenette floor. My dick shrank back into my body. But, as it happened, that was only a temporary situation. She immediately began sucking on my member. I was hard again in no time.

"Time for you to do me," she said. "What's your favorite position?"

"I guess missionary," I said. "I like the woman with her legs splayed wide waiting to get it."

"Let's go in the back and do it there then," she said.

She lay back on the bed and spread for me. She was absolutely beautiful and I could have willingly spent the whole night just sitting next to her and adoring her. A woman, who wants to, can make a man—any man—her slave without a whole lot of effort. I was living testimony to that little reality.

I undid my shirt and tossed it. I lay on top of her and kissed her and gloried in the feeling of her tits against my chest.

"Do me," she said. "Do me now."

"Yes, ma'am" I said. I loomed above her and lowered myself to where my cock was touching her slit. I pressed forward and after but minimal resistance, her pathway opened to receive me. I pushed and pulled a few times gaining increased penetration with each effort. Finally I was able to thrust myself into her to the hilt. I relaxed for a short moment and began screwing her.

She smiled as I labored as the male of the species was meant to labor in doing the female. She pulled her knees back to her shoulders and held them there with her hands allowing me to go deeper into her. I felt myself cumming. I began to thrust furiously in and out of her hoping to bring her off. She banged back at me meeting me thrust for thrust. She stiffened as I unloaded a quart of cum inside of her. Two loads down.

I rolled off of her.

"So far so good, sailor," she said. "I actually had a small orgasm there at the end. It's hard for a man to get a woman off, and you seem to have the knack for it. You'll need a little more practice to really do a good job, but not bad for a first time with a new, new to you, woman.

"Thanks, I think," I said.

"Over the next two hours I had her two more times: once again, missionary and once doggy. She had one more minor cum in my last try. Exhausted we slept. I awoke to a very practiced blowjob. I lay still and let her get me hard.

Hard, I rolled on top of her and took her one last time. My penis would ache for hours, but what the hell.

We were both quiet for some little time. She broke the silence.

"So, was I worth it?" she said.

"You bet," I said, as sincerely as I ever said anything. "I just hope you didn't find me as big a loser as my wife has. You know, boring."

"No, no, you were fine. You could improve, and you will; but, in the final analysis, you were quite acceptable," she said. "Certainly not boring."

We showered together and went down to the corner to the IHOP for breakfast. I handed her the money and informed her that breakfast was on her.

"It's all I've got on me," I said. It was five hundred dollars: my rent payment was going to be two weeks late. She laughed.

"Okay, fair enough," she said. We ate. She paid, and we kissed each other goodbye for the moment.

******

"And how did you come about this little piece of information, Connie," said Kendra.

"I saw them together, at the Wild Horse" said Connie. Kendra sneered.

"So, my moralistic 'one woman man' is playing on the side too," said Kendra. "Makes one wonder for sure."

"Yeah, I guess," said Connie. "Whaddya gonna do"

"Not sure, this is so off the charts. But, the woman better not be thinking of bein' around too long. I won't stand for another woman that I do not approve of being anywhere near my man," she said. The hypocrisy of her words did not register with either of the two friends.

******

She watched the other woman from a table across the room, a stem glass of white wine on the table in front of her. The woman being watched was clearly plying her wares. Kendra Nelson smiled; well, it was amusing: her husband was bedding a prostitute. A dozen thoughts, half formed plans, and images of revenge gamboled in her head. She would bring this craziness of his to a screeching conclusion. He was hers, not some gold digging whore's!

Just as she was about to get up and leave—well, she'd seen enough—the whore scored. She was heading out walking arm in arm with some young stud who in any other setting would have been thought to be underage. Hell, he still might be, thought Kendra. That might be the icing on the cake that she was figuratively about to bake.

She followed the couple out. She needed to know where they would perform their little impromptu assignation.

His pickup carried them to the Blue Moon motel about a mile from the bar. They parked in front. The young man went into the office and paid for a room. The woman, the whore, waited in the car.

He came out and signaled to his date to follow him. The woman got out and caught up to him. They locked arms and headed for a room at the back of the complex. Kendra noted the room number and made the call.

It took ten minutes for the two city vehicles, one a black and white and one not, to arrive.

The driver of the unmarked vehicle came toward her car. "Hi Ken," the cheap suit said to her.

"Hello Barry," she said. "They're in room 19." She nodded in the direction of the indicated room. The cop smiled.

"Long time no see and now you call me to pin a whore," said Barry Monroe. "I mean I haven't seen you since the reunion."

"Yes, that's true," said Kendra. "More's the pity. And yes, I am trying to get that piece of public ass off the streets. She's been messing with my husband. I want to put an end to their dalliances."

"I see. Well, since it's you asking I'll arrest her, but she'll likely make bail by tomorrow. You do know that," he said. "You sure you've got a video of him handing her the money?"

"Yes," she said.

"Good, I'm going to need it to make the arrest stick. Okay," he said.

"Yes, of course. It's here on my cell. Just get the phone back to me when you're done. Okay?" she said, as she handed him her iphone.

"You got it," he said. "You sticking around to see the next act of this little show?" he said.

"Yes, but from a distance. I'm not quite ready to let my husband in the know about this stuff. That'll be at a time of my choosing," she said.

He headed back to where the black and white was parked more or less unobtrusively at the rear of the lot.

She watched as her friend talked to the uniforms. They, the uniforms, exited their vehicle, went up to door 19, knocked once, announced that they were cops, and entered. Kendra smiled when she heard the woman inside scream. She made a note to have Sergeant Barry Monroe over for dinner or a barbecue, something.

******

I got the call at 9:00AM. It was from Jade.

"You're where" I said.

"Scott, I'm in jail downtown," she said.

"For what" I said, knowing full well what it had to be for.

"Soliciting," She said. I went silent for a long moment.

"Scott?" she said.

"Sorry, Jade, I was thinking. I will be down to post your bail as soon as they will allow," I said. I had assumed that was why she called; no, make that I knew it was why she called.

"Thank you Scott. I really do thank you," she said. We talked for another minute. I got the information from her that I needed to find her and to post her bail.

"No problem. I'll be down within the hour," I said. And, I was there, and I was told that she was going to be arraigned that evening in night court. I decided to hang around. Her group was brought in a little past 8:00PM. The judge sounded the gavel in her case, and that to the tune of five-thousand dollars cash or bond. The bondsman was there, and I paid the ten percent that was required and she was released. We went to Denny's.

I was having trouble digesting the idea that a cop would bother with the paperwork to arrest a part time lady of the evening.

"How did this happen?" I said after our coffees had been served.

"I don't know. I met a man—well—I met a young man; and he asked me how much. I told him and he paid me and he said let's go and we did and we were in the motel room and then the police came, and they took me in," she said, and she said all that in one breath.

"And the young man?" I said.

"They let him go," she said. He was a sailor.

"What! They let the man go!" I said.

"Yes. He was a sailor. I think that's why they let him go," she said. I was seething. This girl should not have been arrested if they were going to let the guy go, sailor or not.

We talked for another hour before we parted and went home to our separate places of residence.

******

I came through the front door at the house, my old home. I could hear her; she was on the phone with her friend Connie. I'd come to talk to her, as Marylou had asked me to. The timing was unbelievable.

"No Connie, he hasn't got a clue. How could he. He doesn't know Barry . . . No, no, no I went to school with Barry, not Scott . . . Yeah oh . . . That little strumpet won't be chasing after my personal wimp of a husband anymore . . . A few days in the can will make her persona non grata with Scott for sure . . ."

I couldn't believe it, but my own wife had apparently caused Jade to get arrested; that was the only possible conclusion to be drawn. What she was saying could not mean anything else. I was furious, and I was about to take her arrogance out of her hide—wasn't I? But, then I had a brainstorm. Oh yeah, I knew how I was going to handle this situation.

I made some noise, announced my presence. I heard her hang up.

"Scott! You're here! I am so glad to see you." She said, kissing me sweetly. I smiled and kissed her back.

"Yes, I'm here. A while back I talked to Marylou. I told her I'd think about coming back. So here I am," I said. "Where's Hump?"

"He's at work. Scott, he's been staying here," she said.

"Yes, I know, Marylou told me," I said. "I've no problem with that anymore. Marylou convinced me that I was being old fashioned. That I needed to be, well, a little less puritanical. You know like you, you guys," I said. She gave me a look that spelled suspicion.

"Okay, good. Yes, very good," she said. I almost laughed at her clear state of confusion, but, I didn't. We fell into a state of uncomfortable silence.

"We have some problems maybe to iron out," she said, in a pleading tone of voice.

"Yes, we do. If I may," I said, indicating that I would like to take the lead.

"Yes, I would appreciate it," she said, clearly relieved.

"You've been sleeping with a man not your husband that, until now, I have viscerally hated . . . "

"Scott, please," she said.

"But—not anymore. I'm not going to pretend that I like what you two are doing, but that said, after much thought; I have come to the conclusion that you do love me. And, I hasten to add, that I wouldn't be here if I didn't still love you," I said.

"Wait, wait. You don't hate Humphrey?" she said.

"Well, he's never going to be my best friend, but no, I do not hate him per se," I said. She let out long sigh.

"Thank God!" she said. "Honey, we are going to be good. Really, all right."

"That's my hope," I said. She came to me and embraced me. The kissing and hugging went on for some little time.

"Let's go upstairs," she said.

We went into our room, well, the room that used to be hers and mine. I looked around. No sign of mister Westmoreland's things or any other evidence that he had shared the room. I said so.

"What, no picture of mister Westmoreland?" I said.

"No, I wouldn't let him sleep in our bed. We—well—we use the guest room down the hall. And, Scott, there is a picture of the two of us, he and I, in that room." she said. I nodded. I had to wonder but didn't ask if Marylou was in the picture. As bad as the two of them taking "love" pictures together was, it would have been totally unacceptable were Marylou to be included.

"Tonight you and I will share this bed," she said. I nodded once more.

"Okay," I said. "And, tomorrow night?"

"We'll play that by ear, but maybe tomorrow I'll stay with him." She nodded in the direction of the guest room down the hall.

"Okay," I said. "I think when you do that that I will be going out that night. Knowing what's going on down the hall will be kinda tough for me in the beginning. You okay with that?" She nodded.

"Yes, of course, I certainly am. You have a right to do whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable, happy. Honeybear, that's what I have been trying to tell you and sell you and make you understand from the beginning," she said.

"Well, good," I said. "I guess I'm just a slow learner." She smiled indulgently.

The sex that night was truly wonderful. It almost made me change my plans, but no, I was staying the course.

******

"Are you crazy!" said Jade, looking right at me. I almost broke out laughing, but I didn't.

"Jade, this is the supreme 'get some of ours back idea. It can't fail. One: she will not know that we know that she was the one that got you busted. Two: she can't object to me having my girl at home because she has her boyfriend at home. Will it be uncomfortable? Not for us. For her maybe and for the Hump for sure," I said.

"Maybe, but what's in it for me in the long haul?" she said. "Okay, I embarrass her maybe. Maybe I get her to feel a little bad for what she did to another human being. But after that—what?" She'd stopped me. I hadn't thought much beyond the obvious.

"Jade. Maybe we—I—do need to rethink this little deal. Yeah-yeah-yeah. We don't need it.

"But, Jade . . ." I started. She smiled.

"Never mind, sweetie, I know where we're going even if you don't; and, as well what's in it for me. So, yes, set the wheels in motion. Your wife and I will be getting along just fine thank you very much," she said, and now she laughed outright.

"Okay, good, if you're sure," I said.

"I am. And since you and I will be living together, for whatever reason, I need to let you know something. My real name is Larissa, Larissa Grey," she said. I smiled. I'd never asked her if Jade had been a business name or not; it had never occurred to me. I felt a little embarrassed. I recovered.