Millie and Jake Ch. 07

Jake drove north. He had no license, but that was the least of his worries. He'd get one of those as soon as he landed somewhere. He wondered about the '59 Ford. It was a true antique. It was bigger than some of the rooms he'd stayed in his younger days. The guy said it was his. But to keep? It didn't matter; it was getting him where he needed to be.

Car to keep or not, he was bent on only one thing: seeing his wife. He knew nothing except where she probably was, Nevada, and that because of Melvin. He had the address of her apartment building but nothing else, and Melvin had cautioned him not to phone her first even if he somehow got the unlisted number. It had only been advice, but the guy seemed to be a pretty smart dude; Jake'd decided to take his advice.

He pulled into a rest stop about fifty miles south of his destination. The place had a diner and showers for truckers and cabana used to—well—rest. He got himself a plate of ham and eggs and toast and the local paper. He read while he ate. It was going on two years since he'd seen anything American in newsprint: two years since he had left his wife and home and run off like some immature kid. Had he grown up, was he just tired of the dreams; he didn't know, not yet.

Having eaten, gassed up, and now feeling refreshed he hit the road once again. He was becoming more and more anxious the closer he got to his goal. Melvin seemed to know what he was talking about, but no matter how smart the guy was seeing his wife for the first time after so long a self-imposed absence might not be the easy page turner that he hoped it would be. In fact, he was certain that at the very least it would likely be a strained meeting.

It was 7:00PM when he wheeled his Ford into the parking lot of her apartment building. The timing of his visit might or might not be good. Would she be home? Who knew? Would she have company, a boyfriend? Jake was terrified, but he was also fatalistic.

He sat and gazed up at the second floor windows. He guessed at which one might be 203. There was a light on in the window, but that could mean anything. His stomach was churning. He got out, donning his jacket in the doing; it was cold. The desert was always cold at night. His steps uncertain, he made his way to the staircase and climbed it though his legs were like lead.

He stood in front of the door to 203 for a full minute before raising his fist to rap on it. He finally did so. He was prepared to be sent packing and he was prepared to be treated coldly. He was even prepared to find another man inside courting her. He'd thought it all out. He was also prepared to feel the worst he had ever felt in his life. Going on two years, and now it was almost time to end it.

He heard footsteps. She opened the door.

She stood there transfixed in shock. Her arms hung limp at her sides. Her brow wrinkled. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her arms began to rise in supplication at the sight of her man returned. "Jake I—"

"Millie, I want to come back," he said. He waited.

"Jake, come in."

She sat on the sofa. He took the chair across from her. They stared at each other.

"Millie, do you still want me? I'll go if you say so; let's not prolong this if you want me to leave.

"It's been a long time. Nothing else need be said if you have moved on. I thought that I had, but I have never been able to get you out of my mind.

"Some guy named Melvin came out of nowhere and told me you'd be interested in seeing me again. He also said to get on my knees and beg your forgiveness."

He got down on his knees. "I beg your forgiveness, Millie," he said. "Even if Sam has taken my place I still beg your forgiveness."

"Sam? Oh no. Sam is gone. I sent him packing right after you—"

Jake began to feel hope. "You mean—there's no one else. Or, is there someone else? I'm just—I don't know. I guess I'm saying, just tell me what you want," he said.

"Jake there is no one else. No one who has taken your place. There is a lot of water under the bridge though. Jake and you and I need to talk. But, no, there is no one else. I've had dates, but nothing serious. Not at all." She was trying to get as much information out in front of her as possible; she didn't want something she hadn't said biting her in the ass later. She didn't know where it came from, but she was using her head. She did not want to blow this!

He smiled the smile of a man whose sentence had been commuted. "I love you," he said. "That never changed."

"Where were you, Jake?"

"Mexico. I shacked up with a gal down there for a while. She kinda saved me at a time when; well, I needed saving," he said.

"Jake, welcome back." She flung herself into his arms and they hugged and kissed for a long time. "Can I stay here with you tonight?" he said. He knew the answer, but he wasn't taking anything for granted until she gave him the all clear.

"Yes. It's our home, Jake. Of course you'll be staying. I sentence you to life here."

"Thank you, my darling wife, my warden; I really, really love you.

"Can I ask? You moved to Nevada?" he said.

"Yes, I needed to get away from Sam. And, I needed a job." Suddenly she saw a barrier that had to be breached or it could turn him against her once again.

"A job? Yes, of course, you're obviously not working at Johnson's market any more. So what are you doing?" he said.

She was silent for a moment. "Jake I needed a job right away. I had to get away from Sam. And well, one thing led to another. So—"

"So?"

"Jake, I'm an escort like Jill. We work at the same place."

He seemed confused. "But, Jill's a—"

"A prostitute, Jake, and so am I. And, Jake, I like the work and I'd like to keep doing it. Are you okay with that? And just so you'll know. The guy who found you, Melvin Cort, is one of my clients. He's rich and has all kinds of contacts ad stuff. He used them to find you for me, I guess."

Jake was stunned. "But a pros..."

"Jake, if you really don't' want me to—I'll quit. I want to stay in the business; it's good for me, but I will quit if you say to." She was gambling that he would let her have her way in this. If he asked her to quit it, she'd have to now; but what she absolutely didn't want was him to think she was giving him yet another ultimatum. But, all of that considered, she was gambling that he would allow her to do what she wished; he had come all of the way back to see her and had apologized on his knees.

"No, no, you can keep the job if it is what you want. I just want us to be together," he said.

She threw her arms around him and hugged him close to her. "I love you and need you." She said.

******

The next few days were a whirlwind. Millie took an unscheduled vacation and they went up to Vegas for a few days of wild loving and getting caught up. On the last day of their time in Vegas, they were sitting in a bar at one of the lesser spots downtown.

"Sounds like we both have some odds and ends to take care of," said Millie.

"For sure," said Jake. "I do have to make it up to Jimmy. He didn't deserve to get cut out on like that. And also to Lorena; I owe her a lot."

"No Jimmy didn't deserve to be abandoned like that. But, Raymond and Andy have taken care of him in that regard," said Millie. "And, I understand your concern for that lady in Tijuana too. On my side of the coin, I have to make it up to Jill and to those high rollers that she was depending on me to entertain this week."

"Lucky guys," said Jake.

"Jake?"

"Yeah?" he said.

"I would like you to come to Cupid's on Wednesday night, but come early. I need you to be there, okay?" she said.

"Sure, but why?" he said.

"You need to see what it is that I do. You need to know that it's no threat to you. I have something planned, and you need to cooperate, okay?"

"Honey, whatever you say is a done deal as far as I'm concerned. So, if you need me to be there; then, I'll be there," he said.

"Good. Wednesday at 7:00 then. Don't disappoint me big guy. Don't be sittin' in front of that TV watchin' some game. I really want you to be there; it's important to me."

"I won't disappoint you. But, what is it you need me to do?"

"You'll see, she said. "Just be there."

"Okay already, I'll be there," he said in mock irritation.

******

Jake dressed up for his visit to Cupid's. Since Millie had gotten him to commit to coming to see her there, he had given it a lot of thought. He'd at first not really wanted her to remain a party to such a life. Not that he was a prig or anything; but it was just the image that such a career conjured that caused him to be not in favor of her continuing in such a pursuit. Nevertheless, since she had let him know that she liked the life and that she wished to continue, and had by the way asked for his approval, he had acquiesced to her wishes.

He would be respectful to all of the employees, he had decided, not just Millie and Jill. He'd only seen Jill a few times since he'd gotten back in the saddle with Millie, but they had pretty much hit it off and picked up where they had left off going on two years earlier.

He was waiting in the anteroom. Only the girl at the reception desk was around. He'd asked about Millie twice, and was beginning to feel a little bit put out with Millie for letting him cool his heels as he was.

He heard footsteps coming down the hall. A tall blond girl dressed in a satin leotard appeared and smiled in his direction.

"You for me?" she said.

"No, no. I'm here for Millie," said Jake.

She looked at him funny. "Oh, you mean Claire," said the girl. "Not many of our visitors know our real names," she said. "You caught me off guard. You must be an old friend."

"No, no," he said. "I'm her husband."

"Oh my gawd, of course! You're Jake. Claire has told me so much about you. Good to meet you," she said.

Jake felt uncomfortable. He hadn't known Millie's professional name; hell, he hadn't known she even had one. It sounded odd to hear someone refer to her as someone other than Millie. "Thank you," he said.

"Well, Millie will be right out I am sure. I'll let her know you're here. By the way, my name's Kerry."

"Thanks again, Kerry," said Jake.

Kerry blew him a kiss and hurried back down the hallway. Probably had a client, thought Jake.

One minute later, Millie came down the hall toward him, but she was not alone. There was a big black guy with his arms around her shoulders kissing her and copping a feel as they came.

"That was great, Claire," he said, as he disengaged himself from her and left through the side door of the anteroom.

"Well, lover," she said to her husband. "Got any money on you?"

"Yeah, I think so, maybe a $100," he said.

"Let me have it," she said.

He looked at her funny, but he dug out his wallet and passed her four twenties and two tens: virtually his entire cache of funds.

Millie handed the money to the girl at the desk.

"Half hour," said the girl.

"Yes," said Millie.

"Millie, what was that all about," said Jake, glancing back toward the girl that had taken his money.

"You have me for half an hour," said Millie smiling at him.

"What!"

"You're a client tonight, big guy, and I'm gonna show you the same time and courtesy that I showed that big guy you just saw, and all of the others who pay to do me," she said. "Oh, and I'm Claire, not Millie here, okay?"

"Uh—yeah—okay," he said.

"Whaddya want to do, mister?" said Millie, in a tone of voice he'd never heard before.

"Huh?"

"Whaddya wanna do? The clock is running," she said.

Jake was finally getting what the hell was going on: he was nothing but was client for the next half hour, no more no less, and it had cost him $100! Geezsus. Well, he decided, he may as well get his money's worth.

"You only get to cum once, so choose well," she said. "And, it's over in 26 minutes regardless," she added.

"Okay, ma'am," he said. I'd like to butt fuck you. Okay?"

Her eyes widened. She had not expected that. She had done it once, but it was in the first week that she had been with Cupid's. Now this "customer" wanted it again, and she knew how big his dick was. It was a daunting challenge. But she was game. This was his exposure to her work place, and it had to be real. She wouldn't turn down anything so long as she didn't get hurt; that was the only uncrossable line.

"You got it, it big boy," she said. "Drop those trousers."

Millie was dressed in a thin floral print sundress-like garment, strapless and short. She wore no panties. She wouldn't need to take the dress off unless the client asked her too; he hadn't.

Jake lowered his pants but left his shirt on. He was going to fuck her in the ass; he didn't need to be topless since he would be behind her.

"Just minute, trooper." She moved over to a sideboard and pulled out a jar of KY. If she was going to be butt fucked, she was going to make sure the pain was minimal. She gave it to him to apply. She bent over and braced her hands on the seat of a chair and waited for him to smear the miracle goo in her crack and the shallower depths of her anus. "Smear it on your boner too," she said, smiling at him.

"What makes you think that I'm gonna use any of this," he said, apparently seriously.

"Wha—"

"Never mind, I was just kidding," he said. He smeared it liberally inside of her most secret passage and very liberally on his raging hardon. Then he pressed himself against the tight, almost virginal opening, and pushed. He popped in easily—easily for him that is.

Millie swallowed hard and was more than mildly stressed to maintain her composure as her cruel master began his tortuous assault on her asshole.

Jake for his part had decided to enjoy it as much as he could, after all, he had paid big bucks for the privilege.

As his rhythmic pumping continued into its fourth minute he began to feel himself building to a climax; he slowed; he didn't want to finish so soon. He had at least fifteen minutes left on the clock. He stopped completely for a full minute. Millie looked over her shoulder at him. What she saw was a man with his eyes closed, meditating on the glories that he was profaning. She smiled inwardly.

He began again and her discomfort began to subside and was replaced by a certain lustful sense. She wasn't near a climax, but the mental image of what her client was doing to her turned her on. She'd have to think about going home and fucking her husband into insensibility when she got off work; oh, and making him eat every milligram of cum that didn't leak out of her pussy regardless of how much she was able to glean for the evening's work.

She felt him quiver. He stiffened and started ramming her fiercely. He exploded inside of her, filling her butt with his seed.

He pulled out, took two steps and plopped down on the couch pulling her with him. Their sweat swathed bodies lay entwined and the only sounds were of the twin heavings of their breathless states.

The clock ticked down to zero. Millie straightened her dress. "Was it good for you mister?" she said in her most professional tone. She was laying it on a little thick, but in truth, he was getting her regular routine for the usual straight-arrow client. Jake would not understand someone like Melvin, or some of the other rather bizarre proclivities of some of her clients, but the unusual were perhaps but 25 percent of her clientele in any case. Most guys just wanted to fuck her and that without much fanfare or foreplay.

Jake nodded. He had yet to catch his breath.

"I don't get many requests for butt fucking; you were a revelation," she said.

"I am happy to further your education at any time you say," he said, trying to be funny and not doing too good a job of it.

"You know, it's customary for a guy to tip his hostess for the evening if he enjoyed himself," she said very seriously.

"Huh?"

"What's the matter big spender? Out of cash?"

"Well, yes, I'm afraid so. I mean, Millie..."

"Claire."

"Claire, what in hell are you talking about?'

"Never mind, sport, just get outta here, okay. I'm waitin' on some payin' gentlemen, not deadbeats."

He stumbled as she half pushed and half led the confused male out of the room and back toward the anteroom.

He tried to kiss her goodbye, but she turned her cheek to him to receive it instead, and he had to leave less than satisfied with his evening at the whorehouse. He only hoped she was merely acting out how things really were for her at Cupid's.

******

It was almost midnight. Cupid's was closed and Jill and her soulsister were nursing cups of Chamomile tea.

"So, how did it go; you can tell me," said Jill. She was smirking when she said it.

"I think he got the idea," said Millie. "He won't be jealous of any of my clients now, not for banging me at any rate."

"Hmm, well, that has to be good news, I guess," said Jill. "I treated Danny to the same dose of reality years ago, and he never complained about my job again. He sometimes asks me about it though. I think he likes to hear the gory details; it's a turn on for him, I think. So, be ready if your repatriated hubby starts in with the questions."

"I will. I think I better get my ass home though. I laid on it him pretty tough tonight," said Millie.

"Yeah, well it sounds to me like he already got his revenge," said Jill.

"No doubt about that," said Millie, ruefully. "He drilled me pretty good for damn sure. Geezsus how he went after my butt! The day will come when he will pay for that one, but not tonight, and not too soon. We're still building our base back up, and we have a long way to go. I still think he may still harbor some ill will toward me for taking Sam Jacobs' side two years ago."

"Well, do what you have to do.

"Anyway, get on home. I'll close up. I have a well trained slave leaving more than a lit candle out for me," said Jill.

******

It was almost 1:00AM when Millie dragged in. Jake was up and ready for her. He handed her a glass of wine and he had actually lit a candle and had it burning in the center of the dining table; all other lights were off.

"That was a helluva demonstration you put on for me tonight," he said.

Millie looked serious. "You had to know," she said. "I didn't want you imagining things down the line. It's the kind of business that could make a husband very nervous. I do not ever want you to be nervous."

He nodded his understanding of her motive. "Millie, I want things to be like they were. Can we?" he said.

"What do you mean?" she said. "We're back and in love and doing all of the right things."

"No, I don't mean that. I want you to cuckold me again, and I don't mean with paying customers; that's not the same thing."

It made her happy that he didn't think of her paying customers as anything all that serious or important.

"While I was in prison it was all I could think of. I've never really told you, not really, but I got off knowing you were doing it with other guys. I am pretty sure you got off knowing I knew too," he said.

She placed a soft hand on his arm. "Jake, cuckolding you is what almost destroyed our marriage. I don't think I could get into it again, not like before. Working at Cupid's there is some of that, but without the threat to you."

"Honey, you needn't worry about me, I mean about a repeat of what I did two years ago. I was jealous, I admit, but it was mainly because Sam seemed to pose a threat to me. I know now that I was just mad because he chose me off and you seemed to take his side. I realize you were not, but at the time it seemed like it. I was being an idiot then, but I have learned my lesson."

"Jake, I don't know. I like things the way they are..."

"Honey, Millie, I know you've had a good time with some fellows while I've been down south. Don't you want to continue meeting with them from time to time?"

He'd hit a homerun with his last remark. "Jake, I don't know. Raymond, and maybe a couple of other guys would like it a lot, and I will admit so would I, if they could still hope to get into my pants from time to time. But, Jake, it is you I love, and I do not want to ever again have our marriage threatened. Jake, the truth is, that the only thing that keeps me from cuckolding you is the fact that I cannot trust your temper, not in something like this."