CHAPTER 1 (Part 3)

Two hours later, I grab the small black duffel bag I keep in my car for work and start up the walk after Rebecca. It contains all the basics—condoms, lube, a variety of vibrators, a silk blindfold, baby wipes, my toothbrush, and a small stash of Viagra.

I’ve needed help a couple of times to get hard for a client, but thankfully it doesn’t happen often. I love sex, and usually the women who book me are attractive socialite types who are bored of their husband and can afford to spend his money on a younger model.

At first, this bothered me—a lot, actually—but then I realized their husbands were doing the same thing—out seeing women half their age,sleeping with their secretaries on the side, basically nailing anything they could catch and release. Once I realized this was the way the game is played in their world, I got along just fine. That isn’t to say that sometimes I don’t like the feeling of being a pawn in their game. Even if I do support a woman taking charge of her own pleasure, there’s still the stigma.

I’d like to think I provide a valuable service. A forty-five-year-old client once told me that she’d never had an ****** with her husband in twenty-two years of marriage. That’s some sad shit right there. I guess this job is just me making up for inadequate men who can’t please their ladies. Needless to say, she came four times that first night with me, and continued booking me on and off for over a year until she worked up the courage to ask her husband for a divorce. When she remarried last year, I was invited to her wedding. I didn’t go—that would have been weird—but I did send her a toaster. And it was a nice fucking toaster, if I do say so myself.

Dinner with Rebecca is nice, uneventful, and the conversation pleasant.

Rebecca always pays, and we always eat at her favorite restaurant, an American bistro with big juicy steaks. Not that I’ve ever tried one. While I’m working, I try to eat light, knowing the aerobic activities I’ll be engaging in later in the evening.

Rebecca shimmies her hips as she walks, her round *** filling out her black pencil skirt nicely. I smirk as I watch her. No need to seduce me, sweetheart. I’ll be fucking you tonight no matter what .

When she unlocks the door and lets us inside, I’m familiar enough with her fantasies by now that I barely wait for her to close the door behind us. Pressing her against the wall, I devour her neck with kisses.

I never kiss on the mouth, but I have no problem putting my mouth pretty much anywhere else. Well, not anywhere . I don’t do oral. It’s one of the rules I’ve set for myself....