She rolls over and places her head on his warm chest. He stays over now at least two days a week. Sometimes three if he’s not out of town or something in his schedule gets cancelled. Or, he cancels because he has an opportunity to be with her. She’s made room for him in her life as he has for her. Since their coffee date one month ago they have become involved. The intimacy and sex is just the icing on the cake. This is a budding relationship with all the trimmings. As he holds her close she feels warm in the cocoon of his legs and his arms. He pulls her towards him and rolls on top showering her with kisses and love nips using his tongue and lips and teeth. “Not too hard!” She tells him while giggling. Their lips touch and she inhales his soft warm breath as his tongue parts her mouth and dives down into the back of her throat. She likes having him completely on top of her. She can’t remember the last time sex felt this good and she wants to savor every moment. To be desired is inspiring and they are in the throes of discovering one another. He lifts up onto his elbow and asks “What do you want for breakfast?” She says “you!” She lifts her legs and hoists herself from out underneath him. She lands astride his torso and hips. Her freckled knees lock him into place under her inner thighs and he shouts and laughs his frustration even though he loves it. Since she’s not wearing panties she slips his cock inside of her because they have time. When he cums she dismounts, scoots backwards between his legs, scoops his balls in her hands and grabs his pulsing mess of a cock. Opening her mouth she puts her lips around it and feels how forceful his orgasm really is hosing the inside of her mouth. So sweet and gooey. Then she loosens her grip as his cock slowly begins to deflate. Watching his cock melt she remembers that she’s always thought the post coitus cock looks like the Hindenburg falling to the ground right before it explodes into ashes. She’s always a little sad when the sex they have is over because while they are engaged she doesn’t have a care in the world. Now it’s back to reality and she needs to think about work. He gets up and tells her “let’s have dinner tonight around 8:00.” He heads to the bathroom to shower. She sits contentedly up against the headboard with her hands folded behind her head. This is going to be a good day. Marigold, her proud feline, jumps on the bed and mews for pets. “Did we scare you away?” She asks her furry counterpart this while scratching the outstretched diamond white neck. Her cat licks a paw and looks up into her owner’s eyes. Marigold simply replies “meow” in a way that lets her know she’s displeased. Paul appears and makes a move over the bed to scratch the top of her fluffy head, but she’s too quick for him and bounds off onto the other side and hides under the dresser. “I don’t think she likes me.” He says heading for the door. She tells him “Oh. She’s just a shy cat. Always has been.” But it secretly causes her to pause and wonder why. Softly. As soon as he leaves she reaches for her phone. Three texts and a missed call are waiting for her. She goes to the bathroom and takes a bath and brushes her teeth. Then she sits in front of her vanity and applies her makeup because it’s almost showtime! Feeling a twinge of guilt which passes over her as a blush beginning at the top of her head to the middle of her chest she sighs audibly. She knows today she will betray him. Imagining a life without clients has started infiltrating her daily thoughts. She tells herself that is good to consider another life. But today she needs to get that cash and that’s just the way it is. For now. Since the time they met she has quit her very part time job at the boutique because it was just a way to supplement a very slow summer in the city. She can make a fortune now that Fall is here and conventions and holiday’s keep her busy as a bee. Her first client knocks at the door as she puts on robe, puts the kitty in the extra bedroom and runs to open it for him. It’s Mr. J and that means she’ll have to redo herself after he’s done with her. He’s a good client, but she always gets messed up during their rendezvous. She’ll have just enough time after him to freshen up and prepare for her next client, Mr. C. However, he won’t mind if she smells a little gamy. She’s always grateful to see her regulars as they have become part of her routine and it’s always reassuring to keep them flowing in and out of her door. Mr. C has been with her since she began seven years ago. In the past it wasn’t unusual for him to come up to four times a month. He hasn’t been the same after a few injuries and the way things go physically for a man in his sixties. She does admire his spirit though. He is always such a tasty fuck with a rock hard thick cock and the stamina to go nearly the entire hour. She knows one day he just won’t call anymore and that will be sad for her. Their liaisons remind her of the relationship between Gus and the town paramour, Jenny, in the timeless series “Lonesome Dove.’ Sometimes you just hit it off with a client and it can be even sweeter with a client that is a lot older than you. In mid city Paul takes a deep breath as he pulls up to his apartment building and she, the one who broke his heart into a million pieces is standing on the steps. Parking the car and getting out he says "Hi Lauren. What’s the surprise?” She takes a few steps down to meet him face to face and says “I was wrong about you. Can we talk?” Stunned and somewhat miffed by her complete about face he just stares into her eyes. “I really can’t believe you just want to walk back into my life like this.” He coolly tells her without hesitation. Lauren steps down to meet him face to face. She speaks. Lauren tells him that she was wrong about him and that she realizes now that he really did have her back when she wasn’t sure she could trust him. She asks him again if they can talk. Softly. Standing transfixed by the blue of her eyes, the absurdity of it all and the smell of her freshly washed hair he gives in. He pulls out his keys and opens the door for her. He follows her inside knowing that he won’t be able to help himself once they’re alone and he knows he’ll betray “she” who’s breath is still on his lips.

“I know you want to do an overnight visit with me, but you know I don’t offer them.” Laughing with her client she thinks of Paul and that while overnight visits don’t agree with her they go swimmingly with him. Why that is she is sure she does not know. She brushes him off and asks “do you have a second one in you?” Always a professional, she wants a client to get off as many times as he’s able. He laughs and says “Nah. That’s why I want the overnight visit. I’m sure I can get at least one more off if I have that kind of time with you.” She smiles at him sheepishly, but he knows it’s futile to ask. As an only child and an introvert she grew up alone in a very small family. Being around people for any length of time is draining so much so she just doesn’t offer overnights any longer. The two times she tried it she almost handed the client back his money because she just can’t snuggle all night long. She’s the type that likes to sort of duck into events and concerts, participate and leave in her car when she’s had enough. Then there’s Marigold who is as independent and self sufficient as she is. They are both on the same wave length and know how to stay out of each other’s way. After a day of entertaining man after man she really needs her down time. Being solitary feeds her and it’s more than worth the loss of a fat night’s work. She isn’t greedy anyway. Never has been. “I have everything I need.” She soothes herself as her client makes way for the door. Softly. She realizes that she doesn’t know what time it is and now gazing at her kitchen clock it reads 7:30 p.m. She hasn’t heard from Paul. How odd. She scratches Marigold’s out stretched neck and thinks he must have gotten tied up, but she knows he’ll call her. She walks to the bathroom and turns on the faucet. She is going to treat herself to a fluffy bubble bath with her new suds. She’s sore from all the man handling and wants to feel rested and squeaky clean for dinner with Paul tonight. Before she steps into the bath she texts him and sends a selfie of herself all natural.