Made For Sex. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
eyes widened. “One thousand dollars???”
Jack nodded.
“I’m flabbergasted. For doing what we’ve been doing anyway. Would you be okay with it, me with other men?”
“Well, if you’ll tell me afterward a little about what happens, the idea turns me on.”
“I won’t violate any confidences, you understand.”
“Of course not.” He saw the gleam in Ronnie’s eye. “Interested?”
“I think I might be.”
He took her arm. “This conversation has made me horny. Wanna practice for your new profession? Or I could conduct your preemployment physical.”
Ronnie headed for the stairs. “Last one to the bedroom has to sleep in the wet spot.”
Chapter
3
“And that was how this began,” Ronnie told Carla. “Tim took these pictures of me, you know.”
“He really does great work,” Carla said.
“He does, doesn’t he? He’s got a few girlfriends now, and he’s marvelous in bed. He loves women, and it shows in his photographs.”
“I love happy endings.”
“Me too.”
“And this works for you, this call girl thing?”
“It does. I make a nice living and I meet fascinating people.”
Carla had a thousand questions. “Have you ever had a bad experience? You know, someone who gets abusive and wants something you don’t want to do, that sort of thing?”
“No one has ever gotten out of line. I screen my friends very well. They’re all recommended by other friends. I never give out my address until I’m satisfied they’re safe and I have a private, unlisted phone number. And I never answer that phone. I let the answering machine take a message and I call back or I hear who it is and then pick up. Our first date must begin with dinner somewhere nice. I can size someone up quickly and if I don’t get good vibes we part right then.”
“Have you ever had an evening go wrong?”
“I’ve had several men who wanted things I wasn’t willing to do,” Ronnie answered. When Carla raised an eyebrow, she continued, “One man wanted me to urinate on him as he masturbated and another wanted to give me an enema.”
When Carla made an ugly face, Ronnie said, “Don’t judge. These activities give them sexual pleasure and that’s their business. And some of the things I enjoy would turn others off. But sometimes I have to tell a customer that his fantasy won’t work for me.” Ronnie’s smile was warm. “The urination guy was a really nice man, actually, and he offered me more money. I explained that money wasn’t the issue and I suggested that he find someone else. We finished our meal and spent a pleasant hour discussing movies and he paid for dinner. I never saw him again.”
“Any others?”
“A man named Harry was recommended by an old friend. We had dinner and talked about his fantasies. He was heavily into control and he wanted to dominate me, run things, and spank me when I was naughty. That would have been very difficult for me, since I’m a dominant personality myself.” She laughed. “I never play with anyone when I can’t have some fun too.”
“Control?”
“Lots of people have fantasies that revolve around power and control. This guy wanted to be in charge of all the action. Actually he had another interesting fantasy. He wanted to have me take a pretend pill that would render me incapable of resisting anything he wanted to do. And there’s another man who wanted to tie me to a bed. Not my thing either.”
Carla felt a jolt of electricity flow through her body and directly into her pussy. The control fantasies sounded wonderful to her. “From the look on your face,” Ronnie said, “I think we’ve found something you’d enjoy. Should I give you a phone number? He’ll pay a thousand dollars for one night.”
“Holy…. Not yet,” Carla said, realizing that she was more than a little interested in Ronnie’s work.
“Hmmm. I don’t have to be psychic to guess what you’re thinking, darling,” Ronnie said, “but you realize that this isn’t for everyone. You have to have strong, good feelings about yourself and you have to enjoy sex. The money is just an extra added attraction. In my mind, the fact that the money is secondary is what makes me an entertainer, not a whore.”
“Listen,” Carla said, glancing at her watch, amazed that it was already after three. “I have to get home and I have a lot of thinking to do. What day next week works for you?”
“I’ll be away next week.” Ronnie laughed. “A friend has invited me on a cruise. Delicious food, wine, dancing, cavorting under the Caribbean skies, the works.” She winked. “And I get twenty-five hundred dollars for little old me.”
Carla whistled. “Holy shit.”
“Mmmm. And he’s a doll. Really an interesting man.”
“Why you?” How could she ask what she wanted to know without it sounding like an insult? “I don’t mean you’re not great, you understand, but why…well, you know.”
“He’s got the funny idea that no ‘nice girl’ would like the kind of cavorting we do.” She settled back. “Actually, the entire cruise is devoted to dominance. It’s an annual event and there’s a whole group going. We’ve taken an entire separate area of the ship. I will be his Mistress Ronnie for the week and he’ll be my sex slave. I’ve got a bunch of special toys and outfits for both of us.”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?”
“We met two years ago on this very cruise. Another woman and I swapped slaves for an evening and Bob enjoyed being with me so much that we repeated the trip last year and will again next week. We play during the year as well.” She flipped to the photo of the gray-haired schoolmarm in the sensible shoes and smiled. “Bobby’s a very difficult student.”
“I’m speechless.” Ronnie shot Carla an understanding glance.
“Let’s see. The following week the boys are home from camp and we’re going to a lake in the Adirondacks with my folks.”
“Then I’m away,” Ronnie said. “Jack and I are going to Disney World, of all places, for two weeks in August. I’ve never been there and despite all the warnings about the heat I’m like a kid looking forward to the rides and the parade of lights. And we’ll siesta after lunch, of course. Jack and me, an air-conditioned room, and a king-sized bed.”
“You and Jack have a good thing going, don’t you?”
“Yeah, we do. It’s just this damn blasted business of his. He’s gone more than he’s home. But we have two weeks of sun and fun to look forward to and I, for one, intend to make the best of it.”
“It looks like we won’t see each other until September.”
“I’m afraid so. You know, I’ll miss you.”
“Me too.”
Ronnie checked the tiny date book she kept in her purse. “Okay. How about the day after Labor Day? Lunch here.”
“That sounds great.” The two women bussed cheeks. “You’re quite something,” Carla said.
“So are you. And I’m so glad we found each other again.”
“Me too,” Carla said. “Me too.”
During the month that Ronnie was away Carla did a lot of thinking. She was intrigued and titillated by the idea of Ronnie’s business and the prospect of joining her was never far from