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I wrote this story on a whim. Can someone give me feedback?
Thanks to all who reply.
Phyllis's Story
Phyllis was pleased when she hung up the phone. He has such a nice voice she thought. She wondered how old he was. Because in the e-mail profile, he defined hisself as an older mature man. Well, she thought, it didn't really matter. As long as the customer paid the fee up front. She didn't really have time for people messing with her money. Especially now that her son's tuition was due in a month. Time was money and money was time. Moving toward her bedroom, she decided she would give this new client one of her super presentations.
While she dressed, Phyllis thought back to the first day she decided to get into this line of work. She was on the train, dead tired from working with displaced children. It was so sad that these children had to face the sins of their parents. But let's face it. Some people were not meant to be parents. They were neglectful and just plain spiteful toward their young ones. At times, she wanted take the children home with her. However, she knew that wasn't realistic. Besides, she thought, didn't she have enough worries of her own with just one child? With Jay forever out of their lives, she would have to shoulder all of the responsibilities of parenting including the bills which were coming in at a rapid clip. Sitting in a deep mental funk, Phyllis really hadn't notice the two young women sitting behind her until she overhead their conversation.
"Yeah girl, let me tell you how much money I made last night. "How much did you make her friend asked. About $2,000. Are you kidding, her friend said in astonishment. Yeah. I tell you, I had a grip of bills and you know Keron left me for that stupid girl over on the south side. I really think one of those kids is his. He keeps denying it. But anyway, the bills are coming faster then I could make the money to pay them. And since he's gone, that's money I don't have in my pocket. You know he took care of everything. All I had to do was pay for groceries.
"At any rate, a friend of mine and I were talking about our problems one evening when she mentioned that she had started working as a dancer for one of the strip clubs downtown. Her boyfriend had left her too. And with two kids. She knew that she had to do something quick. And older guy that she had been seeing on the side because he was good for cash, told her how she could make more money in an evening then she could working as a secretary downtown.
At first he mentioned this topless club which was looking for dancers. My friend, being an excellent dancer, decided without his knowledge to check the club out when she knew he would be home with his wife. To be honest, she wasn't impressed. The night that she visited with a gay male friend, the club was extremely busy.
"So what was the problem", her friend asked. "The problem was that she was squeamish about taking her clothes in front of all of those strange men. Plus, these men seem to be very rowdy. She didn't think that she could really make a living just dancing. However, her gay friend hip her to the possibilities of being an escort that night. He got her an appointment with a woman running a business out of her penthouse. The place was fly and my friend was sent on two jobs the same evening she applied. Both men liked her and gave her great tips. She's been working at this penthouse ever since. Once she got situated she called me up and got me a gig thru this woman. I've been working there for a month. Trust me, my bills are being paid.
After listening to this conversation, Phyllis was intrigued. Sitting there listening to these young girls, she was wondering if she could do the same kind of work. All the way home she wrestled with her conscience. How could want to do this kind of work, which essentially, amounted to being a paid whore. She had been raised better. But then she thought about the bills and her beloved son's school tuition. Since they had been divorced, her husband's alimony and child support payment were always late. Their home mortgage was high and the upkeep of a home this size was extremely expensive.
Phyllis knew that she had to do something. When she got home, fixed dinner for her son and settled him in bed for the evening, she began to scour the papers for adult service ads. Once she found them she began to do some intense research. Most of the woman sound as if they were young white girls. She became distressed. How could she compete with them? Maybe she could find a woman of color escort agency. Surely in a town this urbanized, there had to be a black woman managing this sort of business. Looking at the paper once more, she located an agency that wanted woman of color. Picking up the phone, she quickly dialed the number.
Phyllis smiled. She remembered how nervous she was at the time. As she recalled, she put the phone down. What the hell would she say? Sitting for a spell, she knew that she needed to calm down. After about 15 minutes, she picked up the phone once more. This time she was determined to make a connection.
Chapter 2
Damn. Damn. Phyllis said to herself as Quincy reached to help her remove coat. God, she thought, this man is truly fine. He immediately handed her the envelope. The both looked at each with complete understanding. "Where's the ladies room, she asked. I'd like to change my clothes. There is a bathroom around the corner, he instructed. She could feel his eyes on her ample backside as she walked to the bathroom. Phyllis hoped that he like what he saw. She could certainly used the tip.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She now had to transformed herself from a sexy business woman into an erotic entertainment performance artist. She sincerely hoped this brother was ready.
Walking in on him silently, Phyllis watch him. What a fine specimen of a man. Tall and dark skin with a touch of grey hair at his temple. He was the epitome of a refined older man who had taken very good care of himself. He looked like he was in deep thought. Well, she thought, let's get this show started.
Once he showed her his immaculate den, she knew just how she was going to entertain this gentleman. After securing her pole she went into her black leather bag for the rest of this evening's amenities. Three lavender scented candles, a black butt plug and bottle of baby oil.
Holding her hand out, he took it gently. After getting him comfortably seated, she asked if she could use his magnificent Denon audio system. Phyllis was impressed. This man really knew how to hook a den up. After placing the Sade disc on it's holder he kindly closed the cd drawer with the remote he held in his hand. The music majestically filed the room.
Kissing in on his groom hairy chest, she immediately tasted his cologne. He tasted so good. As she was giving him a lap dance, Phyllis was tentively feeling up the physical goods before they got down to business. Each man had a different body type. This determined how long she should perform on the pool. This gentleman was a good size 8 to 9 inches. Although he was not totally erect, the massiveness of his tool told her a short program of about 15 minutes on the pole would be appropriate. Then they could move right along in the evening's activites.
The dancing part had come to her while engaging in her exercise classes. Because of the massive stress brought on by the divorce and ensuing financial issues, Phyllis started attending dance classes. It was very therapeutic. Not only did it tighten her body but it gave a sense of calmness. Her son was certainly pleased. He now had a mother who was no longer withdrawn and sharp toned toward him.
Before she went to the agency she decided to go to dance and gym classes to tone up her body. It wasn't that she was overweight, quite the opposite. She knew that she would be judged against slender size 2 white woman. She didn't exactly have a size 2 body, but what she could offer would certainly give the powers that be a pause for thought. Everyone knew that black women's body were diametrically different then their white counterpart. So she wanted retain the essence of her cultural allurness, but get jobs without being discriminated against because of body type.
Beside, quiet as it was kept, most men preferred a womanly body type. Phyllis wanted to maintain her allureness, but still offer something a little unique. Her strategy worked. The Asian lady in charge of newcomers, took to her immediately. On her first night she sent her to a wealthy older white man. His personal driver picked her up and drove her to this man's estate located on the outskirts of town. Phyllis was extremely anxious, but again chose to sit quietly for the long drive. When she got to the house, she had calmed down sufficiently. She knew exactly what she was going to do.
When she was shown to this man's personal quarters, she was surprised. The client was confined to a wheelchair. Come in, he motioned to her. My name is Stuart. What's your name. Recovering from the shock, Phyllis held out her hand. "Good evening sir, my name is Phyllis. How are you? "I'm just fine he answered.
Well Stuart, what were you seeking for these evening's activites. Whatever you decide dear, he answered. From that point Phyllis knew that she was in control. It was then she knew that the pole entertainment would be best under the circumstances. Taking out her boom box she put on a opera piece she had heard on late night radio. She figured this type of music would be preferred by this client. She set the mood by putting up three vanilla scented candles. She then approach her elderly client and lightly caress him on his cheek. He smiled.
While she danced she saw that he was manually getting himself off. Inwardly, Phyllis breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn't have to do anything with this old guy. He really didn't look as if his heart could withstand the onslaught of intense sexual pleasure. When she saw that he was climaxing, she finished her program.
Excuse me Phyllis, I must retire to the men's room he said formally. He then rolled his wheelchair toward the bathroom and closed the door. While he was busy cleaning himself up, Phyllis replaced the music with cd of jazz piano stylings. The bathroom door open. Stuart rolled himself over to his guest. "Thank you for such a lovely time. Here's your tip". "Thank-you Stuart, as she took the envelope. "Will there be anything else, Phyllis asked politely. Since he was her very first client, she didn't want to offend him. "No, he answered. That will be all. My driver will take you back to the city or home if you like. Smiling at him, Phyllis lean over and kiss him. He seem like such a sweet elderly man. It was sad that he had to hire someone to help him get his rocks off.
Stuart escorted her to the door. "Phyllis can I call for you the next time, he asked. Sure she replied. Call the agency and they will book the appointment. Good night Stuart.
Once she was in the car she open the envelope. There were five $1,000 bills. She was stunned. That was her tip. She closed her eyes in prayer. This could pay a ton of bills. And that was the start of a beautiful friendship between Stuart and Phyllis. From that point he always asked for her when needing company. Sometimes she didn't have to take off her clothes. The would just have conversation on a number of subjects. He loved the idea that she choose to dance for him. He had heard about the strip clubs downtown who utilize this type of entertainment. He was thrilled that this sort of entertainment could be brought into his private residence.
While researching for the job and continuing her exercise program at the gym, one evening she came upon an interesting class. The instructor was giving a class in pole dancing. The same type of dance was being offered in most of the topless clubs springing up in the city. The men were crazy for these types of clubs. She found out about them thru a friend who's husband seemed to spend more hours with his friends on the weekend at these clubs as opposed to spending time with her.
While watching the instructor go through the moves with a class of ten women, Phyllis realized that would be her hook. She had no problems in dancing. As a matter of fact, while in college, she had taken several dance classes as a means to alleviate the tension of classes. She had found at the time, it relaxed her enormously and it was a lot of fun.
The instructor, upon seeing her watched the class, asked her to join. On her way home, she knew what hook she would use to kept clients. Phyllis although new to the business, knew that she really wanted a good clientele of men with whom she would keep as on going customers. She really didn't want to go to a new customer every night. The wear and tear on her mental health for that would be too great. If she could market herself to the same clients weekly, she would have a steady income.
Chapter 3
From Stuart, she was able to retain two new clients. She really didn't want to tell the agency, but she didn't have any recourse, but to inform them. Toi was happy, but she was instantly suspicious. She immediately wanted to know how she was able to retain these new clients.
Phyllis was not going to reveal her technique to this woman. After all she was getting a 40/60 spilt with Toi making the 60%. All she said was that the gentleman liked her work and wanted her to service a couple of people that he was acquainted with professionally. Phyllis could tell Toi was disturbed by this turn of events, but she didn't want to alienate this hugely influential man, so she let it go. Phyllis knew that Toi was going to call her client, so she beat her to the punch. Once she returned home she called the client at his job. He had given her his workplace number so she decided to make use of it.
Stuart, this is Phyllis. Did I catch you at a bad time? No my dear you did not. Is there a problem? Well it depends upon you, she answered. "What do you mean, Stuart asked. Last night when I informed Toi about the two new clients that you referred to me, she became, how shall I say somewhat piqued. She wanted to know all of the details. It was as if she didn't believe that you had referred them to me. Stuart was silent. "I think it might be best for those men go to contact the agency and request me. That way Toi won't think that I'm going behind her back
Phyllis, I asked that you see my friends because I am paying for your services. They are very good clients of mine, and because you are such a talented lady. They will enjoy you enormously and will tip you well. Well, Stuart thought. It seems that Ms. Toi is getting a bit greedy. Phyllis, I will take care of this for you. I am going to request your services on Wednesday. Can that be arranged? Certainly, she replied at the time. Just go through Toi. She will take care everything. Phyllis was pleased. She knew Stuart would put Toi in her place. When she went to work that evening, Toi couldn't have been more conciliatory. Give her two more clients who were great tippers.
She worked for Toi exactly 4 months. She had had enough. The split was not enough and she wanted more money for her hard work. Stuart, who had been instrumental in handling the previous problem was still very much a valued customer. It was he who urged her to step out on her own. As for his friends, they saw her through the agency as well as on the outside. Toi had no clue. Not only did Phyllis start building her own personal clientele, she was making more money and valued corporate friendships.
When she decided to make that break, she created a simple website that showcase her picture and detailed a few of the services that she offered. The pole entertainment was her ace in a hole. Her clients really love it and she got great tips because of it.
Chapter 4
After lightly lap dancing with her new client and judging his positive response to her, Phyllis knew her time on the pole would be short. Not only was this man fine, she was attracted to him in a way she couldn't explain. Normally, she didn't allow her personal feelings to get in the way of her performances. But sometimes she did allow for nature to take over if she found herself with a black client. This man was indeed a looker. He was definitely turning her on. She knew that she needed to take her time with him.
The sensuality of the music was moving her. She could tell Quincy at first, was totally amazed. He didn't expect this sort of performance. But as the presentation progressed, he was becoming more at ease in her presence. Twirling around acrobatically and erotically was beginning to take an affect on Quincy. His noticeable bulge in his silk pajama bottoms was the telltale sign. Phyllis slide down the pool to stand in front of him. As she press her body against his face, she gently removed his robe. He was nuzzling her breasts and stomach. As she planted kisses on his face, chin, neck and traveling down his chest, Phyllis was feeling a sense of empowerment. This man was totally under her control. He was greatly aroused. And believe it or not, she was too.
When she reached his pelvic area she could feel his enormous dick shift. Kissing the underside of his dick surprise him and he responded by moving slightly in his chair. With her tongue she licked and sucked both of his huge balls. Quincy moaned in response. Finally she took the entire shaft into her mouth and just suck until he began to move his pelvic upwards. By this time he was totally in the throes of an intense sexual experience. He couldn't have control his body if he had wanted to. This was the part of the job that Phyllis really enjoyed. When she was married her husband always told her that she gave the best head. All of her other clients had complimented her as well on her capabilities. With a condom of course. She was not going to get infected out here doing this job. She did have her son to think of.
When she felt he was about to come, she eased her mouth off of his dick. Quincy sighed. Reaching into her bag she found her roll of spearmint mints. She quick put one into her mouth and sucked. Once she felt her mouth sufficiently filled with the pungent taste, she put his dick once again into her mouth. Quincy didn't have sufficient time to compose his emotions. He immediately went into high gear of pushing his dick further into her mouth. He came almost violently, the orgasm was so intensed.
Standing up, Phyllis look at her client. She knew he did not expect that little trick. She also knew that as an older man he was somewhat embarrassed at his lack of coolness. It really didn't matter. That trick and several more would be used to keep this client coming back to her. And since she felt an attraction, she definitely wanted to kept him as a regular.
Quincy asked if she wanted a drink. "No I don't drink while I am working, she replied. He said he understood. As he turned his back to get his drink Phyllis smirked. He was trying gain his composure. Let's go into the living room he suggested. Again reaching into her expensive black leather bag she pulled out a white kimono and a pair of baby blue cotton underwear.
After taking their emotions down a notch, they began to find out a few things about each other. The man had a collection of jazz music that was out of this world. When he asked her to dance to a cut that she remembered as a child, she was on cloud nine. Nancy Wilson in her early prime with sax player, Cannonball Adderly. Pure magic. As they danced she could feel her attraction to him growing steadily. She pulled away, but not quick enough. Quincy was aroused again. . He lead her up to his bedroom. She stopped and picked up her leather bag. She had a job to finish.
With music piped into the room from downstairs, they continued their sensual dance. Only this time they were undressing each other and feeling each other's bodies in the process. Phyllis knew that she should take control but she was caught up in the moment. This man truly knew how to touch the inner emotions of a woman sexually. He caressed her breast with his mouth and began to suck her extended nipples in earnest. She couldn't suppress her moan. Trailing down he began to kiss her nexus area until he reached the opening of her vagina. Pushing her on his bed, he gently pushed her legs open so he could gain entry to her clitoris. Exploring with his experienced tongue he was setting her on fire, but she knew some tricks too.
Lifting his head she kissed his eyelids and his nose right down to his expressive lips. After gaining his attention, she forced him to come up and then turn him on his back. She immediately went for his enlarged dick. God she thought. I can't wait for him to put this into me, she thought. Once again, she manually manipulated him to hardness again, she decided to do the other trick of the trade. Again, she went into the black bag. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag. Swilling the warm apple juice around in her mouth she then came back to the bed. She then ease her filled mouth onto his extended dick. Oh god, he said as soon as he felt the wetness of her mouth. He couldn't help himself. He came very fast. Phyllis smiled. She was back in control. Or so she thought. Quickly Quincy pulled her back into bed. Pushing a pillow under her stomach she knew what was coming next. And she welcome it.
The man had played with her carnal side all evening. She needed a release. It was as if he had been reading her mind. Taking the condom from his drawer, he slipped it on with precision. Pushing his middle fiinger into her pussy, he was getting her ready for deep penetration. To be honest, he didn't have to get her ready. She was already so wet with anticipation that if he didn't fuck her right now, she was going push his dick into her pussy herself.
Quincy eased his dick into her pussy. God he was huge. She felt her muscle open up to accommodate his largeness. Once they got into the push and pull of the sexual dance, both of them lost control of their outer emotion and give into their basic animal lust. If the neighbors could have heard them, it would have seem as if a pack of animals had invaded Quincy's home.
Pushing hard they could care less who heard them. The orgasm they both needed to reach seem to allude them. However, after about five minutes, Phyllis finally reached the point of no return. Her orgasm was intense. Quincy noisily followed a minute later. They laid in the bed totally spent. Phyllis then eased out of the bed. She was totally sexually spent, and embarrassed at the same time. She had not expected to get as caught up as she did. This man surely knew how to lay down the pipe. Nonetheless, he still was a client. She really needed to establish boundaries. Picking up her black bag and her robe, she quickly walked downstairs to the bathroom. Once there, she quickly dressed. When she came out, Quincy was standing in the foyer. He held out an envelope.
"I had a great time. I hope we can do this again. Sure, she replied. Motioning toward the door, "my car service is waiting.". Again he helped her with her coat. Once she was in the care, she sighed in relief. She opened the envelope. There was $2,000 in it. Thank you Jesus, she silently prayed.
Chapter 5
In the ensuing weeks, Phyllis & Quincy or Q as he like to be called, spent a great deal of time e-mailing each other. At first it was for appointments. Then they’re conversation started to evolved into all the different topics a man and woman who were virtual strangers could talk about.
Certainly, Phyllis knew, it was dangerous to open up her private world to a total stranger, but somehow Q make her feel safe. First of all, he was non-judgmental. That in itself was a definite plus. Since he was older, and had raised his children, he was able give her advice on issues regarding her 9 year old son. And then there was the sex talk.
He was certainly astute in getting into her sexual head as a woman. She told him things that she had never told anyone else. Not even her husband.
One of the things she told him was that she really enjoy giving head. It made her feel in control of giving total pleasure to a man. Q let her know that she was very effective. He said that she had done things to him that he had only fantasized about. Like when she came over for a session in nothing but her fur coat and went down on him as soon as she step in the door.
Likewise, she told him, she was tantalized by his innate carnal skill once they retired to the bedroom. The way he ate her pussy like he was born to do it. His masterful skill in hitting her clitoris in such a way that always made her wet herself when she thought about it during the day as she went about the chores or errands.
One night, she was in so need of him that she made up an excuse to call him. One of the big no-no in this business was not getting attached to one particular client. She wasn't in love with Q, but she felt a certain amount of sexual attachment to him. Plus, if truth be told, she was exploring with him, all of her sexual fantasies. And getting paid very well for it.
While most of her girlfriends were complaining that their husbands didn't seem to be interested in sex with them or wasn't doing to them the things that they wanted to be done, Phyllis was having the best time of her sexual life. Being with a man who actually wanted her company, paid for the pleasure and fuck her any way she wanted. Being with him renewed her self-esteem as a highly desirable woman.
However, she knew in her heart she needed to pull back. Adhere to boundaries that she put into place for all of her clients. When she was out with her other clients, Q would sometimes get annoyed when he couldn't reach her for his session or if she was too tired to e-mail him to talk. One time they got into a heated conversation about this and stop communicating with each other for a week. When they finally spoke again, they both agree that they were going outside the boundaries of their professional relationship and needed to cool it. So it has been about two weeks and she hadn't heard from him. At first she was hurt. She had not been prepared at how much she would miss him.
Chapter 6
Since she hadn't heard from Q, Phyllis decided to immersed herself into work. She had built up quite a regular clientele. The bulk of the her clients were corporate professional men, black and white who paid her well for services.
She had been approched by several professional athletes during her tenure as an adult professional. She always turned them down. She wasn't interested in the drama that come with dealing with these manchildren who thought that they ruled the world because they played professional ball. That was before she met Leon Stallworth.
At first Phyllis didn't know what to make of this 6'7 manchild. Except for the fact he was very persistent. He had called her service 15 times before she even considered e-mailing him. His e-mail to her was very interesting to say the least.
He saw her picture on the internet and wanted to purchase her services. Normally she decline the cyber advances of these athletes because she didn't want to be bother. There were enough services with younger women who could and should cater to this self indulgent group. Another reason was that these men thought nothing about sexually transmitted diseases, thus passed them frequently around to the various woman in their lives. Phyllis had heard horror stories. She did not want to become a statistic. She was a mother and her son needed her.
After candidly explaining this to Mr. Stallworth via e-mail, Phyllis thought that she would finally be rid of this man. Not so. She guess her little communique piqued his interest that much more. Because he e-mailed her the next evening with a request that really got her attention.
He wanted to send her a round trip ticket to New York City, with all expenses paid, including a shopping spree at his expense. Phyllis e-mailed him back. Why? He responded that he had heard of her services through a well-respected business associate. Plus, he needed to be discreet and not be seen around town with different woman who basically would be using him due to his high profile status as a pro basketball player. He then proceeded to give all of the necessary background information including a reference from the client Phyllis was currently servicing.
He said he was lonely. That got Phyllis. Why would a handsome viral young man be lonely? It was said in the press that he was an eligible bachelor. Why wasn't he married?
As with all new clients, especially the high profiled ones she always had them investigated. Her son and her personal safety was always at the forefront of her mind. She instituted this service not long after meeting Q. As a matter of fact, his and two other client's enormous tips allowed her to retain a private investigator. Q was a beautiful man. She missed him like crazy, but she knew that she had crossed her personal and professional boundaries. Wherever he was she wished him well.
Chapter 7
Upon reading her investigator's report, Phyllis decided to e-mail Mr. Stallworth with a request that he call her that evening for a preliminary chat. Secretly, she hoped he would be too busy or arrogant to get back to her, in which she would dismiss him entirely. She had no time for boys and if he proved to be one, she would never answered his e-mails again. Nonethless, Mr. Stallworth proved he was a man on a mission. He was determined to see her.
"May I speak to Phyllis", a deep mellifluous voice that certainly belied this young man's chronological age. "Good evening Mr. Stallworth. At last we finally meet. How may help you". "I'm so happy that you decided to allow me to contact you through the phone, he said. The internet is fine, but you can't communicate as well you can over the telephone". Very well, again how may I help you? "I saw your picture on your website. You were referred to my by my colleague. "Yes, he is a client of mine. As you very well know I have a age cutoff and I strictly adhere to it. "Why is that, Leon asked her. Because I preferred my business to make money, Phyllis replied firmly. He chuckled. "I can understand that". As she recalled, he was silent. She remained silent as well. The ball was in his court.
"Look, I know that we are total strangers but I wanted to utilize your service because I am quite concerned about my image as a young black ballplayer and all of the trouble one could get into if one submitted to the temptations on the road. I don't intend to go out that way. Plus, I like my privacy. I don't want the whole world in my business like my teammates. But to be honest, a man can't live on bread alone. There are times I get lonely and need some sort of sexual healing if you get my drift. I am willing to pay double rate, and as I said in my e-mail, if you would agree to come to New York City".
One question Mr. Stallworth. Please call me Leon, he asked. Alright Leon, why me, Phyllis asked at the time. "Because you are beautiful and mature enough to understand a grown man's needs. At that Phyllis smiled.
"Very well, she remembered saying. First of all, the New York trip is out of the question. When you visit the Chicago area please give me a call. At the time she thought it would deterred him. Most of these young boys were use to instant gratification. She didn't really expect to hear from him again. But that was not to be. When he came to Chicago in the following two weeks he e-mailed her again. He again made the request. She consented without protest.
Her schedule was quite tight the evening the appointment was made, so she was unable to see him until the very end of the night. She really didn't like this, but she really didn't have a choice. All of the clients were regulars and she wasn't going reschedule them just to acquire a new client who may not become a regular. His schedule was just as tight. Interviews and practice sessions. In addition, she was really hoping that this would be the last time they would schedule. She was a bit apprehensive about servicing a high profile athlete. So far she had been discreet with her son regarding her new business venture. She conveniently bundled him up to boarding school in Virginia. At first he protested, but once he began to make new friends and was asked to be on the basketball team, he changed his attitude. He had his world and she had her world. Hopefully the two shall never met. Nonetheless, she didn't want a high profile basketball player as one as her clients.
At 11:00 she called the hotel he was staying in. He answered immediately. "Leon, this is Phyllis. I can meet you downstairs at the hotel bar. Are you available? Yes I am, he replied in that voice that seem to get deeper each time she spoke to him. "Could you do me a favor, he asked? Yes, she replied. "There will be a limousine in front of the hotel, I will be downstairs in five minutes. Go to the limousine. Make sure the driver is Ed Jackson. He's the limo driver I use when I come to Chicago. Get in and wait for me. The press will be out and about and I want to try and avoid them this evening if I can.
Fine, she answered. Gathering up her mink coat she walked towards the door. Once at the limousine she asked for Ed. His driver was very solicitous of her. As soon as she had made herself comfortable, the door open. A very tall and broad shouldered man got in. My My My, Phyllis said to herself. What a nice looking young man. Good evening, he said as he held out an enourmous hand. "I'm Leon Stallworth. Finally we met. Smiling at him, Phyllis said nothing. She just shook his hand cordially.
Ed, can you drive around. While Ed was effortlessly manuever the large limousine out into the street, Phyllis and Leon were still looking at each other.
"Let's get right to the point Leon. I only agree to see you because of your persistence in contacting me via e-mail. After speaking with you through the e-mail and the one phone call, I've come to the conclustion that you are mature and you will be responsible for your behavior. Do you have any questions or comments for me? "No he replied. I must say this. Your picture online does not do you justice. You are absolutely gourgous. I look forward to our sessions. While she kissed him she brushed her fingertip ever so slightly in his inner thigh. His slightly extended dick shifted. This man was packing a huge tool.
Please ask your driver to drop me off downtown in front of Saks. My car is in the parking garage around the corner. "Better yet, I will walk you to your car, Leon told her. "That's quite alright, Phyllis remembered answering. To prove her point she immediately jumped out of the car at the first red light. knowing he couldn't move that quickly due to his height. Quickly she walked over to her car service got in and her driver swiftly drove away. In the opposite direction. Both she and Dan, her driver, had a hearty laugh about that little episode. As Dan drove her home, Phyllis made mental notes on her prospective client. First of all, he was a gentleman. Secondly, he was extremely handsome and mature acting. Third, his package was large. Extremely large. She was wondering if she could accomodate it and him. As a matter of fact, she was looking forward to seeing him again. Sexually speaking, she was intrigued.
He called her service the following day. He made an appointment for 9:00 that evening. She e-mailed him back to confirm.
Phyllis arrived at the hotel promptly at 8:00. She wanted to relax with a cocktail before going up to his room. She was a bit anxious. She wanted to be completely relaxed before taking on a man his size.
At 8:50, she went to the ladies room, fix her hair, and made sure she had all the tools for her trade. Tonight she decided to forego the pole dancing. She wanted to move this hour session as quickly as she professionally could. She did not intend to stay over the allotted time.
Precisely at 9:00 Phyllis knocked on his door. "Good evening Leon, she said professionally. Good evening Phyllis. Please come in. Taking her coat and handing her the envelope, she was pleased that he remembered how she wanted to recieve her payment.
"Please go to the bedroom and get comfortable, she instructed him. I will be in shortly. Once he closed the bedroom door, Phyllis went into the bathroom off to the side of the suite and began to stripped down to her black french silk panties. She was now secured in her body enought to present herself to him semi-nude. After spraying perfume created specifically for her on the strategic areas of her body, she then did her breathing exercises. She was ready.
Walking silently into the bedroom, she could see he was totally surprised at her presentation. "Leon, she said softly, I want you to lie on your right side. He did what she asked without a word. Moving to fit her woman's body around him she immediatly felt his enourmous hard on. She would have to work at getting him to release so that he would be limp.
She pushed her hand through his enourmous thighs to reach his balls and preceede to softly massage them. Because he was almost fully extended and his excitement, her soft touch made him jump. She then began to whisper in his ear. "Come on baby relax for me. I know you like it. He moan in response. Moving her hand to his extended dick was even exciting her. She hadn't been with a man whose dick was this large. She was wondering how it was going to fit into her pussy. Excitement aside, she began to whisper words of naughtiness in his ear as she helped him to masturbate.
Pushing the pillow into his groin area was very easy. He was in total extacsy. Pushing with her hand on his dick into the pillow made him come in a intense manner. She then clean him up with her pink washcloth.
Pushing him down on the bed she look at him and smiled. He started to say something, but she stopped him by putting her finger to his expressive lips. God she thought, this young boy is fine as he wanna be.
She began to kiss his lips artfully parting his full lips with the tip of her tongue. She then proceeded down his chest to his belly and then to his dick. She stopped. He looked at her. Don't stopped he asked. She smiled at him. Again, she motioned him to be quiet by putting her finger to her lips. She then slipped off the bed to look into her black leather bag.
The first items she took out was a black eye mask and her baby lotion and the large butt plug. He was watching her with curiousity. Once he saw all of the items he began to smile. It was then Phyllis understood the key to this man. He didn't flinch at the butt plug, so she knew at that precise moment she had a a freak on her hands. Anything that she wanted try would be alright with him.
Adjusting the eye mask on him for comfort, and then taking the baby oil and speading it on her hands give Phyllis a chance to really examine this man's body without being rude. And what a body it was. At 6'7 it was a huge sinewy body that was muscled and toned. Then there was this huge dick. My god she said to herself. Bending down she kissed the very tip of it. It was like waking up a sleeping giant, it immediately came to life.
Massaging his shoulders and biceps elicited a strong moan. When she got down to his dick she began to massage and caress it like it belong to her. Pushing his legs open she began to massage his massive balls. They responded to her gentle touch by growing even larger. Licking them caused Leon to moan her name softly. Phyllis like that.
With one hand she manhandled his dick and with the other reached into her bag and took out her spearmint mints. Sucking hard, she then took out the mint and slowly took the tip of his dick into her mouth. She then proceeded to enclosed the entire head of his dick in her mouth. The man was screaming into the pillow because the sensation was driving him crazy. Sucking as hard as she could Phyllis was giving him the maxiumn suck off. She surprised herself at the fact that she could handle such a large and long tool in her mouth. But she did it and her client was absolutely flipping out of his mind in the pleasure zone.
When she felt that he was getting ready to ejaculate, she immediately removed her mouth and move out of the way. He came hard and fast. While he was cleaning himself up she went into the bathroom to clean herself up and to gargle. The next 30 minutes of this evening was going to be crucial.
When she came back into the room he was sitting up. Again with a finger to her lips she still wanted him to be quiet. Again he complied. Sitting on his lap she began to give him a lap dance. She could feel his dick stirring. Well there was one thing you had to give these young boys. He was ready for another session of pleasure within minutes. Phyllis, ever the business woman, was glad. She wanted to get out of this man's hotel room within the next 30 minutes.
After feeling that his dick was fully extended, she began to suck on his nipplies to get the maxium hardness needed to go into full fuck mode. He body must have felt the same way, because he immediately became hard enough for her to slip off. She then put the condom on his enormous tool and promptly inch her pussy down. God he was huge.
Inching down so that she wouldn't be torn up inside was tricky, but she had learn how to do this little trick from working with other clients. She needed to sit on top so that she could control the fuck session all the way. Once she got positioned with him sitting up she began to rock back and fro. This was so good. He was getting into the grove with her. For five minutes they worked their bodies in unison. They both came simultanously. The scream coming out of that suite was absolutely primative.
Smiling at her client, she kissed him softly on his eyelids while disengaging her body carefully as not to disturb the condom. She removed the condom carefully, wrapped it in tissue and put it in the trash can. She pushed Leon on the bed and covered him up with bed linen. She then picked up her things and proceeded to the bathroom outside the bedroom. It was time for her to leave.
He was waiting for her when she stepped out of the bathroom. With an envelope in his hand. "Thank you, he said." You're welcome, Phyllis replied. You have a good evening. "Phyllis can you come back tomorrow? "I will have to check my schedule, she anwered tactfully. Please contact me tomorrow regarding a new appointment via e-mail.
As she drove home, she was still reminicing about that manchild's body. Smiling she knew that they would do it again. She had put a performance on him that would make him come back for more. A new and very wealthy client. When she looked inside of her envelope, she saw that he had put five 1,000 dollar bills inside. Great she thought. She could now pay for a personal trainer and several household bills.
When she got home, she notice that she received 7 e-mails. Leon was not playing. He wanted an appointment tomorrow. And surprise surprise.Q was her fourth e-mail for the evening. Told her he had been out of town on a new assignment. Wanted to see her tomorrow night. She e-mailed him back. Yes she was available at the appointed time. Leon would have to wait.
Although she did consent to see him this evening, she didn't want Leon as an ongoing client. Every now and then. Plus, she knew if she handled him in this manner he would pay her enormous sums of money because he would be the one doing the pursuing. Sort of like a silent suger daddy. She still didn't like athletes for clients, but she would keep this one for a rainy day.
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Phyllis's Story
Phyllis was pleased when she hung up the phone. He has such a nice voice she thought. She wondered how old he was. Because in the e-mail profile, he defined hisself as an older mature man. Well, she thought, it didn't really matter. As long as the customer paid the fee up front. She didn't really have time for people messing with her money. Especially now that her son's tuition was due in a month. Time was money and money was time. Moving toward her bedroom, she decided she would give this new client one of her super presentations.
While she dressed, Phyllis thought back to the first day she decided to get into this line of work. She was on the train, dead tired from working with displaced children. It was so sad that these children had to face the sins of their parents. But let's face it. Some people were not meant to be parents. They were neglectful and just plain spiteful toward their young ones. At times, she wanted take the children home with her. However, she knew that wasn't realistic. Besides, she thought, didn't she have enough worries of her own with just one child? With Jay forever out of their lives, she would have to shoulder all of the responsibilities of parenting including the bills which were coming in at a rapid clip. Sitting in a deep mental funk, Phyllis really hadn't notice the two young women sitting behind her until she overhead their conversation.
"Yeah girl, let me tell you how much money I made last night. "How much did you make her friend asked. About $2,000. Are you kidding, her friend said in astonishment. Yeah. I tell you, I had a grip of bills and you know Keron left me for that stupid girl over on the south side. I really think one of those kids is his. He keeps denying it. But anyway, the bills are coming faster then I could make the money to pay them. And since he's gone, that's money I don't have in my pocket. You know he took care of everything. All I had to do was pay for groceries.
"At any rate, a friend of mine and I were talking about our problems one evening when she mentioned that she had started working as a dancer for one of the strip clubs downtown. Her boyfriend had left her too. And with two kids. She knew that she had to do something quick. And older guy that she had been seeing on the side because he was good for cash, told her how she could make more money in an evening then she could working as a secretary downtown.
At first he mentioned this topless club which was looking for dancers. My friend, being an excellent dancer, decided without his knowledge to check the club out when she knew he would be home with his wife. To be honest, she wasn't impressed. The night that she visited with a gay male friend, the club was extremely busy.
"So what was the problem", her friend asked. "The problem was that she was squeamish about taking her clothes in front of all of those strange men. Plus, these men seem to be very rowdy. She didn't think that she could really make a living just dancing. However, her gay friend hip her to the possibilities of being an escort that night. He got her an appointment with a woman running a business out of her penthouse. The place was fly and my friend was sent on two jobs the same evening she applied. Both men liked her and gave her great tips. She's been working at this penthouse ever since. Once she got situated she called me up and got me a gig thru this woman. I've been working there for a month. Trust me, my bills are being paid.
After listening to this conversation, Phyllis was intrigued. Sitting there listening to these young girls, she was wondering if she could do the same kind of work. All the way home she wrestled with her conscience. How could want to do this kind of work, which essentially, amounted to being a paid whore. She had been raised better. But then she thought about the bills and her beloved son's school tuition. Since they had been divorced, her husband's alimony and child support payment were always late. Their home mortgage was high and the upkeep of a home this size was extremely expensive.
Phyllis knew that she had to do something. When she got home, fixed dinner for her son and settled him in bed for the evening, she began to scour the papers for adult service ads. Once she found them she began to do some intense research. Most of the woman sound as if they were young white girls. She became distressed. How could she compete with them? Maybe she could find a woman of color escort agency. Surely in a town this urbanized, there had to be a black woman managing this sort of business. Looking at the paper once more, she located an agency that wanted woman of color. Picking up the phone, she quickly dialed the number.
Phyllis smiled. She remembered how nervous she was at the time. As she recalled, she put the phone down. What the hell would she say? Sitting for a spell, she knew that she needed to calm down. After about 15 minutes, she picked up the phone once more. This time she was determined to make a connection.
Chapter 2
Damn. Damn. Phyllis said to herself as Quincy reached to help her remove coat. God, she thought, this man is truly fine. He immediately handed her the envelope. The both looked at each with complete understanding. "Where's the ladies room, she asked. I'd like to change my clothes. There is a bathroom around the corner, he instructed. She could feel his eyes on her ample backside as she walked to the bathroom. Phyllis hoped that he like what he saw. She could certainly used the tip.
She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She now had to transformed herself from a sexy business woman into an erotic entertainment performance artist. She sincerely hoped this brother was ready.
Walking in on him silently, Phyllis watch him. What a fine specimen of a man. Tall and dark skin with a touch of grey hair at his temple. He was the epitome of a refined older man who had taken very good care of himself. He looked like he was in deep thought. Well, she thought, let's get this show started.
Once he showed her his immaculate den, she knew just how she was going to entertain this gentleman. After securing her pole she went into her black leather bag for the rest of this evening's amenities. Three lavender scented candles, a black butt plug and bottle of baby oil.
Holding her hand out, he took it gently. After getting him comfortably seated, she asked if she could use his magnificent Denon audio system. Phyllis was impressed. This man really knew how to hook a den up. After placing the Sade disc on it's holder he kindly closed the cd drawer with the remote he held in his hand. The music majestically filed the room.
Kissing in on his groom hairy chest, she immediately tasted his cologne. He tasted so good. As she was giving him a lap dance, Phyllis was tentively feeling up the physical goods before they got down to business. Each man had a different body type. This determined how long she should perform on the pool. This gentleman was a good size 8 to 9 inches. Although he was not totally erect, the massiveness of his tool told her a short program of about 15 minutes on the pole would be appropriate. Then they could move right along in the evening's activites.
The dancing part had come to her while engaging in her exercise classes. Because of the massive stress brought on by the divorce and ensuing financial issues, Phyllis started attending dance classes. It was very therapeutic. Not only did it tighten her body but it gave a sense of calmness. Her son was certainly pleased. He now had a mother who was no longer withdrawn and sharp toned toward him.
Before she went to the agency she decided to go to dance and gym classes to tone up her body. It wasn't that she was overweight, quite the opposite. She knew that she would be judged against slender size 2 white woman. She didn't exactly have a size 2 body, but what she could offer would certainly give the powers that be a pause for thought. Everyone knew that black women's body were diametrically different then their white counterpart. So she wanted retain the essence of her cultural allurness, but get jobs without being discriminated against because of body type.
Beside, quiet as it was kept, most men preferred a womanly body type. Phyllis wanted to maintain her allureness, but still offer something a little unique. Her strategy worked. The Asian lady in charge of newcomers, took to her immediately. On her first night she sent her to a wealthy older white man. His personal driver picked her up and drove her to this man's estate located on the outskirts of town. Phyllis was extremely anxious, but again chose to sit quietly for the long drive. When she got to the house, she had calmed down sufficiently. She knew exactly what she was going to do.
When she was shown to this man's personal quarters, she was surprised. The client was confined to a wheelchair. Come in, he motioned to her. My name is Stuart. What's your name. Recovering from the shock, Phyllis held out her hand. "Good evening sir, my name is Phyllis. How are you? "I'm just fine he answered.
Well Stuart, what were you seeking for these evening's activites. Whatever you decide dear, he answered. From that point Phyllis knew that she was in control. It was then she knew that the pole entertainment would be best under the circumstances. Taking out her boom box she put on a opera piece she had heard on late night radio. She figured this type of music would be preferred by this client. She set the mood by putting up three vanilla scented candles. She then approach her elderly client and lightly caress him on his cheek. He smiled.
While she danced she saw that he was manually getting himself off. Inwardly, Phyllis breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe she wouldn't have to do anything with this old guy. He really didn't look as if his heart could withstand the onslaught of intense sexual pleasure. When she saw that he was climaxing, she finished her program.
Excuse me Phyllis, I must retire to the men's room he said formally. He then rolled his wheelchair toward the bathroom and closed the door. While he was busy cleaning himself up, Phyllis replaced the music with cd of jazz piano stylings. The bathroom door open. Stuart rolled himself over to his guest. "Thank you for such a lovely time. Here's your tip". "Thank-you Stuart, as she took the envelope. "Will there be anything else, Phyllis asked politely. Since he was her very first client, she didn't want to offend him. "No, he answered. That will be all. My driver will take you back to the city or home if you like. Smiling at him, Phyllis lean over and kiss him. He seem like such a sweet elderly man. It was sad that he had to hire someone to help him get his rocks off.
Stuart escorted her to the door. "Phyllis can I call for you the next time, he asked. Sure she replied. Call the agency and they will book the appointment. Good night Stuart.
Once she was in the car she open the envelope. There were five $1,000 bills. She was stunned. That was her tip. She closed her eyes in prayer. This could pay a ton of bills. And that was the start of a beautiful friendship between Stuart and Phyllis. From that point he always asked for her when needing company. Sometimes she didn't have to take off her clothes. The would just have conversation on a number of subjects. He loved the idea that she choose to dance for him. He had heard about the strip clubs downtown who utilize this type of entertainment. He was thrilled that this sort of entertainment could be brought into his private residence.
While researching for the job and continuing her exercise program at the gym, one evening she came upon an interesting class. The instructor was giving a class in pole dancing. The same type of dance was being offered in most of the topless clubs springing up in the city. The men were crazy for these types of clubs. She found out about them thru a friend who's husband seemed to spend more hours with his friends on the weekend at these clubs as opposed to spending time with her.
While watching the instructor go through the moves with a class of ten women, Phyllis realized that would be her hook. She had no problems in dancing. As a matter of fact, while in college, she had taken several dance classes as a means to alleviate the tension of classes. She had found at the time, it relaxed her enormously and it was a lot of fun.
The instructor, upon seeing her watched the class, asked her to join. On her way home, she knew what hook she would use to kept clients. Phyllis although new to the business, knew that she really wanted a good clientele of men with whom she would keep as on going customers. She really didn't want to go to a new customer every night. The wear and tear on her mental health for that would be too great. If she could market herself to the same clients weekly, she would have a steady income.
Chapter 3
From Stuart, she was able to retain two new clients. She really didn't want to tell the agency, but she didn't have any recourse, but to inform them. Toi was happy, but she was instantly suspicious. She immediately wanted to know how she was able to retain these new clients.
Phyllis was not going to reveal her technique to this woman. After all she was getting a 40/60 spilt with Toi making the 60%. All she said was that the gentleman liked her work and wanted her to service a couple of people that he was acquainted with professionally. Phyllis could tell Toi was disturbed by this turn of events, but she didn't want to alienate this hugely influential man, so she let it go. Phyllis knew that Toi was going to call her client, so she beat her to the punch. Once she returned home she called the client at his job. He had given her his workplace number so she decided to make use of it.
Stuart, this is Phyllis. Did I catch you at a bad time? No my dear you did not. Is there a problem? Well it depends upon you, she answered. "What do you mean, Stuart asked. Last night when I informed Toi about the two new clients that you referred to me, she became, how shall I say somewhat piqued. She wanted to know all of the details. It was as if she didn't believe that you had referred them to me. Stuart was silent. "I think it might be best for those men go to contact the agency and request me. That way Toi won't think that I'm going behind her back
Phyllis, I asked that you see my friends because I am paying for your services. They are very good clients of mine, and because you are such a talented lady. They will enjoy you enormously and will tip you well. Well, Stuart thought. It seems that Ms. Toi is getting a bit greedy. Phyllis, I will take care of this for you. I am going to request your services on Wednesday. Can that be arranged? Certainly, she replied at the time. Just go through Toi. She will take care everything. Phyllis was pleased. She knew Stuart would put Toi in her place. When she went to work that evening, Toi couldn't have been more conciliatory. Give her two more clients who were great tippers.
She worked for Toi exactly 4 months. She had had enough. The split was not enough and she wanted more money for her hard work. Stuart, who had been instrumental in handling the previous problem was still very much a valued customer. It was he who urged her to step out on her own. As for his friends, they saw her through the agency as well as on the outside. Toi had no clue. Not only did Phyllis start building her own personal clientele, she was making more money and valued corporate friendships.
When she decided to make that break, she created a simple website that showcase her picture and detailed a few of the services that she offered. The pole entertainment was her ace in a hole. Her clients really love it and she got great tips because of it.
Chapter 4
After lightly lap dancing with her new client and judging his positive response to her, Phyllis knew her time on the pole would be short. Not only was this man fine, she was attracted to him in a way she couldn't explain. Normally, she didn't allow her personal feelings to get in the way of her performances. But sometimes she did allow for nature to take over if she found herself with a black client. This man was indeed a looker. He was definitely turning her on. She knew that she needed to take her time with him.
The sensuality of the music was moving her. She could tell Quincy at first, was totally amazed. He didn't expect this sort of performance. But as the presentation progressed, he was becoming more at ease in her presence. Twirling around acrobatically and erotically was beginning to take an affect on Quincy. His noticeable bulge in his silk pajama bottoms was the telltale sign. Phyllis slide down the pool to stand in front of him. As she press her body against his face, she gently removed his robe. He was nuzzling her breasts and stomach. As she planted kisses on his face, chin, neck and traveling down his chest, Phyllis was feeling a sense of empowerment. This man was totally under her control. He was greatly aroused. And believe it or not, she was too.
When she reached his pelvic area she could feel his enormous dick shift. Kissing the underside of his dick surprise him and he responded by moving slightly in his chair. With her tongue she licked and sucked both of his huge balls. Quincy moaned in response. Finally she took the entire shaft into her mouth and just suck until he began to move his pelvic upwards. By this time he was totally in the throes of an intense sexual experience. He couldn't have control his body if he had wanted to. This was the part of the job that Phyllis really enjoyed. When she was married her husband always told her that she gave the best head. All of her other clients had complimented her as well on her capabilities. With a condom of course. She was not going to get infected out here doing this job. She did have her son to think of.
When she felt he was about to come, she eased her mouth off of his dick. Quincy sighed. Reaching into her bag she found her roll of spearmint mints. She quick put one into her mouth and sucked. Once she felt her mouth sufficiently filled with the pungent taste, she put his dick once again into her mouth. Quincy didn't have sufficient time to compose his emotions. He immediately went into high gear of pushing his dick further into her mouth. He came almost violently, the orgasm was so intensed.
Standing up, Phyllis look at her client. She knew he did not expect that little trick. She also knew that as an older man he was somewhat embarrassed at his lack of coolness. It really didn't matter. That trick and several more would be used to keep this client coming back to her. And since she felt an attraction, she definitely wanted to kept him as a regular.
Quincy asked if she wanted a drink. "No I don't drink while I am working, she replied. He said he understood. As he turned his back to get his drink Phyllis smirked. He was trying gain his composure. Let's go into the living room he suggested. Again reaching into her expensive black leather bag she pulled out a white kimono and a pair of baby blue cotton underwear.
After taking their emotions down a notch, they began to find out a few things about each other. The man had a collection of jazz music that was out of this world. When he asked her to dance to a cut that she remembered as a child, she was on cloud nine. Nancy Wilson in her early prime with sax player, Cannonball Adderly. Pure magic. As they danced she could feel her attraction to him growing steadily. She pulled away, but not quick enough. Quincy was aroused again. . He lead her up to his bedroom. She stopped and picked up her leather bag. She had a job to finish.
With music piped into the room from downstairs, they continued their sensual dance. Only this time they were undressing each other and feeling each other's bodies in the process. Phyllis knew that she should take control but she was caught up in the moment. This man truly knew how to touch the inner emotions of a woman sexually. He caressed her breast with his mouth and began to suck her extended nipples in earnest. She couldn't suppress her moan. Trailing down he began to kiss her nexus area until he reached the opening of her vagina. Pushing her on his bed, he gently pushed her legs open so he could gain entry to her clitoris. Exploring with his experienced tongue he was setting her on fire, but she knew some tricks too.
Lifting his head she kissed his eyelids and his nose right down to his expressive lips. After gaining his attention, she forced him to come up and then turn him on his back. She immediately went for his enlarged dick. God she thought. I can't wait for him to put this into me, she thought. Once again, she manually manipulated him to hardness again, she decided to do the other trick of the trade. Again, she went into the black bag. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag. Swilling the warm apple juice around in her mouth she then came back to the bed. She then ease her filled mouth onto his extended dick. Oh god, he said as soon as he felt the wetness of her mouth. He couldn't help himself. He came very fast. Phyllis smiled. She was back in control. Or so she thought. Quickly Quincy pulled her back into bed. Pushing a pillow under her stomach she knew what was coming next. And she welcome it.
The man had played with her carnal side all evening. She needed a release. It was as if he had been reading her mind. Taking the condom from his drawer, he slipped it on with precision. Pushing his middle fiinger into her pussy, he was getting her ready for deep penetration. To be honest, he didn't have to get her ready. She was already so wet with anticipation that if he didn't fuck her right now, she was going push his dick into her pussy herself.
Quincy eased his dick into her pussy. God he was huge. She felt her muscle open up to accommodate his largeness. Once they got into the push and pull of the sexual dance, both of them lost control of their outer emotion and give into their basic animal lust. If the neighbors could have heard them, it would have seem as if a pack of animals had invaded Quincy's home.
Pushing hard they could care less who heard them. The orgasm they both needed to reach seem to allude them. However, after about five minutes, Phyllis finally reached the point of no return. Her orgasm was intense. Quincy noisily followed a minute later. They laid in the bed totally spent. Phyllis then eased out of the bed. She was totally sexually spent, and embarrassed at the same time. She had not expected to get as caught up as she did. This man surely knew how to lay down the pipe. Nonetheless, he still was a client. She really needed to establish boundaries. Picking up her black bag and her robe, she quickly walked downstairs to the bathroom. Once there, she quickly dressed. When she came out, Quincy was standing in the foyer. He held out an envelope.
"I had a great time. I hope we can do this again. Sure, she replied. Motioning toward the door, "my car service is waiting.". Again he helped her with her coat. Once she was in the care, she sighed in relief. She opened the envelope. There was $2,000 in it. Thank you Jesus, she silently prayed.
Chapter 5
In the ensuing weeks, Phyllis & Quincy or Q as he like to be called, spent a great deal of time e-mailing each other. At first it was for appointments. Then they’re conversation started to evolved into all the different topics a man and woman who were virtual strangers could talk about.
Certainly, Phyllis knew, it was dangerous to open up her private world to a total stranger, but somehow Q make her feel safe. First of all, he was non-judgmental. That in itself was a definite plus. Since he was older, and had raised his children, he was able give her advice on issues regarding her 9 year old son. And then there was the sex talk.
He was certainly astute in getting into her sexual head as a woman. She told him things that she had never told anyone else. Not even her husband.
One of the things she told him was that she really enjoy giving head. It made her feel in control of giving total pleasure to a man. Q let her know that she was very effective. He said that she had done things to him that he had only fantasized about. Like when she came over for a session in nothing but her fur coat and went down on him as soon as she step in the door.
Likewise, she told him, she was tantalized by his innate carnal skill once they retired to the bedroom. The way he ate her pussy like he was born to do it. His masterful skill in hitting her clitoris in such a way that always made her wet herself when she thought about it during the day as she went about the chores or errands.
One night, she was in so need of him that she made up an excuse to call him. One of the big no-no in this business was not getting attached to one particular client. She wasn't in love with Q, but she felt a certain amount of sexual attachment to him. Plus, if truth be told, she was exploring with him, all of her sexual fantasies. And getting paid very well for it.
While most of her girlfriends were complaining that their husbands didn't seem to be interested in sex with them or wasn't doing to them the things that they wanted to be done, Phyllis was having the best time of her sexual life. Being with a man who actually wanted her company, paid for the pleasure and fuck her any way she wanted. Being with him renewed her self-esteem as a highly desirable woman.
However, she knew in her heart she needed to pull back. Adhere to boundaries that she put into place for all of her clients. When she was out with her other clients, Q would sometimes get annoyed when he couldn't reach her for his session or if she was too tired to e-mail him to talk. One time they got into a heated conversation about this and stop communicating with each other for a week. When they finally spoke again, they both agree that they were going outside the boundaries of their professional relationship and needed to cool it. So it has been about two weeks and she hadn't heard from him. At first she was hurt. She had not been prepared at how much she would miss him.
Chapter 6
Since she hadn't heard from Q, Phyllis decided to immersed herself into work. She had built up quite a regular clientele. The bulk of the her clients were corporate professional men, black and white who paid her well for services.
She had been approched by several professional athletes during her tenure as an adult professional. She always turned them down. She wasn't interested in the drama that come with dealing with these manchildren who thought that they ruled the world because they played professional ball. That was before she met Leon Stallworth.
At first Phyllis didn't know what to make of this 6'7 manchild. Except for the fact he was very persistent. He had called her service 15 times before she even considered e-mailing him. His e-mail to her was very interesting to say the least.
He saw her picture on the internet and wanted to purchase her services. Normally she decline the cyber advances of these athletes because she didn't want to be bother. There were enough services with younger women who could and should cater to this self indulgent group. Another reason was that these men thought nothing about sexually transmitted diseases, thus passed them frequently around to the various woman in their lives. Phyllis had heard horror stories. She did not want to become a statistic. She was a mother and her son needed her.
After candidly explaining this to Mr. Stallworth via e-mail, Phyllis thought that she would finally be rid of this man. Not so. She guess her little communique piqued his interest that much more. Because he e-mailed her the next evening with a request that really got her attention.
He wanted to send her a round trip ticket to New York City, with all expenses paid, including a shopping spree at his expense. Phyllis e-mailed him back. Why? He responded that he had heard of her services through a well-respected business associate. Plus, he needed to be discreet and not be seen around town with different woman who basically would be using him due to his high profile status as a pro basketball player. He then proceeded to give all of the necessary background information including a reference from the client Phyllis was currently servicing.
He said he was lonely. That got Phyllis. Why would a handsome viral young man be lonely? It was said in the press that he was an eligible bachelor. Why wasn't he married?
As with all new clients, especially the high profiled ones she always had them investigated. Her son and her personal safety was always at the forefront of her mind. She instituted this service not long after meeting Q. As a matter of fact, his and two other client's enormous tips allowed her to retain a private investigator. Q was a beautiful man. She missed him like crazy, but she knew that she had crossed her personal and professional boundaries. Wherever he was she wished him well.
Chapter 7
Upon reading her investigator's report, Phyllis decided to e-mail Mr. Stallworth with a request that he call her that evening for a preliminary chat. Secretly, she hoped he would be too busy or arrogant to get back to her, in which she would dismiss him entirely. She had no time for boys and if he proved to be one, she would never answered his e-mails again. Nonethless, Mr. Stallworth proved he was a man on a mission. He was determined to see her.
"May I speak to Phyllis", a deep mellifluous voice that certainly belied this young man's chronological age. "Good evening Mr. Stallworth. At last we finally meet. How may help you". "I'm so happy that you decided to allow me to contact you through the phone, he said. The internet is fine, but you can't communicate as well you can over the telephone". Very well, again how may I help you? "I saw your picture on your website. You were referred to my by my colleague. "Yes, he is a client of mine. As you very well know I have a age cutoff and I strictly adhere to it. "Why is that, Leon asked her. Because I preferred my business to make money, Phyllis replied firmly. He chuckled. "I can understand that". As she recalled, he was silent. She remained silent as well. The ball was in his court.
"Look, I know that we are total strangers but I wanted to utilize your service because I am quite concerned about my image as a young black ballplayer and all of the trouble one could get into if one submitted to the temptations on the road. I don't intend to go out that way. Plus, I like my privacy. I don't want the whole world in my business like my teammates. But to be honest, a man can't live on bread alone. There are times I get lonely and need some sort of sexual healing if you get my drift. I am willing to pay double rate, and as I said in my e-mail, if you would agree to come to New York City".
One question Mr. Stallworth. Please call me Leon, he asked. Alright Leon, why me, Phyllis asked at the time. "Because you are beautiful and mature enough to understand a grown man's needs. At that Phyllis smiled.
"Very well, she remembered saying. First of all, the New York trip is out of the question. When you visit the Chicago area please give me a call. At the time she thought it would deterred him. Most of these young boys were use to instant gratification. She didn't really expect to hear from him again. But that was not to be. When he came to Chicago in the following two weeks he e-mailed her again. He again made the request. She consented without protest.
Her schedule was quite tight the evening the appointment was made, so she was unable to see him until the very end of the night. She really didn't like this, but she really didn't have a choice. All of the clients were regulars and she wasn't going reschedule them just to acquire a new client who may not become a regular. His schedule was just as tight. Interviews and practice sessions. In addition, she was really hoping that this would be the last time they would schedule. She was a bit apprehensive about servicing a high profile athlete. So far she had been discreet with her son regarding her new business venture. She conveniently bundled him up to boarding school in Virginia. At first he protested, but once he began to make new friends and was asked to be on the basketball team, he changed his attitude. He had his world and she had her world. Hopefully the two shall never met. Nonetheless, she didn't want a high profile basketball player as one as her clients.
At 11:00 she called the hotel he was staying in. He answered immediately. "Leon, this is Phyllis. I can meet you downstairs at the hotel bar. Are you available? Yes I am, he replied in that voice that seem to get deeper each time she spoke to him. "Could you do me a favor, he asked? Yes, she replied. "There will be a limousine in front of the hotel, I will be downstairs in five minutes. Go to the limousine. Make sure the driver is Ed Jackson. He's the limo driver I use when I come to Chicago. Get in and wait for me. The press will be out and about and I want to try and avoid them this evening if I can.
Fine, she answered. Gathering up her mink coat she walked towards the door. Once at the limousine she asked for Ed. His driver was very solicitous of her. As soon as she had made herself comfortable, the door open. A very tall and broad shouldered man got in. My My My, Phyllis said to herself. What a nice looking young man. Good evening, he said as he held out an enourmous hand. "I'm Leon Stallworth. Finally we met. Smiling at him, Phyllis said nothing. She just shook his hand cordially.
Ed, can you drive around. While Ed was effortlessly manuever the large limousine out into the street, Phyllis and Leon were still looking at each other.
"Let's get right to the point Leon. I only agree to see you because of your persistence in contacting me via e-mail. After speaking with you through the e-mail and the one phone call, I've come to the conclustion that you are mature and you will be responsible for your behavior. Do you have any questions or comments for me? "No he replied. I must say this. Your picture online does not do you justice. You are absolutely gourgous. I look forward to our sessions. While she kissed him she brushed her fingertip ever so slightly in his inner thigh. His slightly extended dick shifted. This man was packing a huge tool.
Please ask your driver to drop me off downtown in front of Saks. My car is in the parking garage around the corner. "Better yet, I will walk you to your car, Leon told her. "That's quite alright, Phyllis remembered answering. To prove her point she immediately jumped out of the car at the first red light. knowing he couldn't move that quickly due to his height. Quickly she walked over to her car service got in and her driver swiftly drove away. In the opposite direction. Both she and Dan, her driver, had a hearty laugh about that little episode. As Dan drove her home, Phyllis made mental notes on her prospective client. First of all, he was a gentleman. Secondly, he was extremely handsome and mature acting. Third, his package was large. Extremely large. She was wondering if she could accomodate it and him. As a matter of fact, she was looking forward to seeing him again. Sexually speaking, she was intrigued.
He called her service the following day. He made an appointment for 9:00 that evening. She e-mailed him back to confirm.
Phyllis arrived at the hotel promptly at 8:00. She wanted to relax with a cocktail before going up to his room. She was a bit anxious. She wanted to be completely relaxed before taking on a man his size.
At 8:50, she went to the ladies room, fix her hair, and made sure she had all the tools for her trade. Tonight she decided to forego the pole dancing. She wanted to move this hour session as quickly as she professionally could. She did not intend to stay over the allotted time.
Precisely at 9:00 Phyllis knocked on his door. "Good evening Leon, she said professionally. Good evening Phyllis. Please come in. Taking her coat and handing her the envelope, she was pleased that he remembered how she wanted to recieve her payment.
"Please go to the bedroom and get comfortable, she instructed him. I will be in shortly. Once he closed the bedroom door, Phyllis went into the bathroom off to the side of the suite and began to stripped down to her black french silk panties. She was now secured in her body enought to present herself to him semi-nude. After spraying perfume created specifically for her on the strategic areas of her body, she then did her breathing exercises. She was ready.
Walking silently into the bedroom, she could see he was totally surprised at her presentation. "Leon, she said softly, I want you to lie on your right side. He did what she asked without a word. Moving to fit her woman's body around him she immediatly felt his enourmous hard on. She would have to work at getting him to release so that he would be limp.
She pushed her hand through his enourmous thighs to reach his balls and preceede to softly massage them. Because he was almost fully extended and his excitement, her soft touch made him jump. She then began to whisper in his ear. "Come on baby relax for me. I know you like it. He moan in response. Moving her hand to his extended dick was even exciting her. She hadn't been with a man whose dick was this large. She was wondering how it was going to fit into her pussy. Excitement aside, she began to whisper words of naughtiness in his ear as she helped him to masturbate.
Pushing the pillow into his groin area was very easy. He was in total extacsy. Pushing with her hand on his dick into the pillow made him come in a intense manner. She then clean him up with her pink washcloth.
Pushing him down on the bed she look at him and smiled. He started to say something, but she stopped him by putting her finger to his expressive lips. God she thought, this young boy is fine as he wanna be.
She began to kiss his lips artfully parting his full lips with the tip of her tongue. She then proceeded down his chest to his belly and then to his dick. She stopped. He looked at her. Don't stopped he asked. She smiled at him. Again, she motioned him to be quiet by putting her finger to her lips. She then slipped off the bed to look into her black leather bag.
The first items she took out was a black eye mask and her baby lotion and the large butt plug. He was watching her with curiousity. Once he saw all of the items he began to smile. It was then Phyllis understood the key to this man. He didn't flinch at the butt plug, so she knew at that precise moment she had a a freak on her hands. Anything that she wanted try would be alright with him.
Adjusting the eye mask on him for comfort, and then taking the baby oil and speading it on her hands give Phyllis a chance to really examine this man's body without being rude. And what a body it was. At 6'7 it was a huge sinewy body that was muscled and toned. Then there was this huge dick. My god she said to herself. Bending down she kissed the very tip of it. It was like waking up a sleeping giant, it immediately came to life.
Massaging his shoulders and biceps elicited a strong moan. When she got down to his dick she began to massage and caress it like it belong to her. Pushing his legs open she began to massage his massive balls. They responded to her gentle touch by growing even larger. Licking them caused Leon to moan her name softly. Phyllis like that.
With one hand she manhandled his dick and with the other reached into her bag and took out her spearmint mints. Sucking hard, she then took out the mint and slowly took the tip of his dick into her mouth. She then proceeded to enclosed the entire head of his dick in her mouth. The man was screaming into the pillow because the sensation was driving him crazy. Sucking as hard as she could Phyllis was giving him the maxiumn suck off. She surprised herself at the fact that she could handle such a large and long tool in her mouth. But she did it and her client was absolutely flipping out of his mind in the pleasure zone.
When she felt that he was getting ready to ejaculate, she immediately removed her mouth and move out of the way. He came hard and fast. While he was cleaning himself up she went into the bathroom to clean herself up and to gargle. The next 30 minutes of this evening was going to be crucial.
When she came back into the room he was sitting up. Again with a finger to her lips she still wanted him to be quiet. Again he complied. Sitting on his lap she began to give him a lap dance. She could feel his dick stirring. Well there was one thing you had to give these young boys. He was ready for another session of pleasure within minutes. Phyllis, ever the business woman, was glad. She wanted to get out of this man's hotel room within the next 30 minutes.
After feeling that his dick was fully extended, she began to suck on his nipplies to get the maxium hardness needed to go into full fuck mode. He body must have felt the same way, because he immediately became hard enough for her to slip off. She then put the condom on his enormous tool and promptly inch her pussy down. God he was huge.
Inching down so that she wouldn't be torn up inside was tricky, but she had learn how to do this little trick from working with other clients. She needed to sit on top so that she could control the fuck session all the way. Once she got positioned with him sitting up she began to rock back and fro. This was so good. He was getting into the grove with her. For five minutes they worked their bodies in unison. They both came simultanously. The scream coming out of that suite was absolutely primative.
Smiling at her client, she kissed him softly on his eyelids while disengaging her body carefully as not to disturb the condom. She removed the condom carefully, wrapped it in tissue and put it in the trash can. She pushed Leon on the bed and covered him up with bed linen. She then picked up her things and proceeded to the bathroom outside the bedroom. It was time for her to leave.
He was waiting for her when she stepped out of the bathroom. With an envelope in his hand. "Thank you, he said." You're welcome, Phyllis replied. You have a good evening. "Phyllis can you come back tomorrow? "I will have to check my schedule, she anwered tactfully. Please contact me tomorrow regarding a new appointment via e-mail.
As she drove home, she was still reminicing about that manchild's body. Smiling she knew that they would do it again. She had put a performance on him that would make him come back for more. A new and very wealthy client. When she looked inside of her envelope, she saw that he had put five 1,000 dollar bills inside. Great she thought. She could now pay for a personal trainer and several household bills.
When she got home, she notice that she received 7 e-mails. Leon was not playing. He wanted an appointment tomorrow. And surprise surprise.Q was her fourth e-mail for the evening. Told her he had been out of town on a new assignment. Wanted to see her tomorrow night. She e-mailed him back. Yes she was available at the appointed time. Leon would have to wait.
Although she did consent to see him this evening, she didn't want Leon as an ongoing client. Every now and then. Plus, she knew if she handled him in this manner he would pay her enormous sums of money because he would be the one doing the pursuing. Sort of like a silent suger daddy. She still didn't like athletes for clients, but she would keep this one for a rainy day.
