The Apartment

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STD's are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the story line. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think she's a slut. Your morals are not a part of my stories.

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The Apartment

I noticed at some point that the apartment across the road from me was vacant. There had been an old man living there, but I assume that he either died or moved to an assisted living place. The apartment remained empty for a couple of months. Each morning the sun would shine in through the balcony windows and illuminate the empty living room.

I work from home. I am in IT and do server maintenance remotely for servers owned by the company, located in 26 cities around the world. My job is to ensure that everything is patched up to date on each server. I have west-facing windows and have my workstation set up so I can look out at the city. I chose it for the view. The apartment building across the road blocks part of my view.

Mid-February, on a Saturday, boxes appear in the apartment and I watch as movers bring in furniture, and a woman appears and starts unloading boxes. She spends the weekend setting up her apartment.

Monday morning, I am sitting at my computer, trying to get an update to install, it keeps failing. In frustration I get up, get a coke out of the fridge and walk to my window. She is doing exercises. I watch for several minutes before I realize she is exercising in the nude. When she finishes her set, she gets up, sees me watching and waves. I wave back. Then she disappears into the bedroom.

I quickly get onto her schedule. 10AM every day she comes out nude plants herself in the sun and does 15 minutes of fairly strenuous exercises. I reposition an armchair and set an alarm. Every day at 2 minutes to 10 I get an alarm and save my work, get a coke and sit in my armchair for 15 minutes. At the end, she waves to me, and I wave back, and then return to my work.

One day I think, I am on the 14th floor, and she is on the 14th floor, maybe I can figure out who she is from the directory in her building. But when I check it, I need a name to get an apartment number. So, I abandon that. But I really want to meet her. She is a redhead, probably somewhere close to my 5 foot 11 inches. She is very fit, and curves in all the right places.

After some thought I print my phone number in large print and tape it to my window. The next morning, she waves at me, then walks to the window. I see her keying the number into a cell phone. My phone rings. I check it, number blocked. I answer.

"Hello there Vincent Voyer. I am Eva Exhibitionist. You know you would have a better view if you had one of these." She turns and walks to her table, returns to the window with a pair of binoculars and uses them to get a better look at me. "Hm, I think you are overdressed for our encounters." Then she hangs up the phone and goes to get dressed. I realize I have not said a word.

The next morning, I have on my night coat, and nothing else. At the end of her session, I remove it and move to the window at the end of her session. She dials me again.

"Hello" I get the first word out.

"Vincent, good to see you getting into the spirit. Do you not work?"

"I work from home, IT, server maintenance. And you?"

"Personal services, from noon to 6 most days, occasionally 4 to midnight."

"Who do you work for?"

"Oh, that would be giving you too much information. You would be able to figure out who I am, and that would spoil the relationship we have." With that she hangs up and goes to get dressed.

I go out and buy a good pair of binoculars.

"Ah, I see you followed my advice. Is the view better through the binoculars?"

"Yes, much better. Just curious, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, the nature of my work makes it difficult to maintain that kind of a relationship. Men tend to drop me when they understand what kind of work I do. Or they try to convince me to quit. I like my work."

"Personal services, I kind of thought that would be like home nursing or something like that."

"You are so sweet and naive." Then she hangs up and goes to get dressed.

I am very frustrated. She is gorgeous. She is single. I am single. With the binoculars it looks like she has a shaved kitty. I really want to get to know her better, but I don't know her name, and she controls the only phone number we have in common. I cannot call her. She can call me.

We are now approaching the May long weekend. She calls me about once a week, but we naked wave to each other every day. I fantasize about her.

The Saturday before the May long weekend. "What is your apartment number?"

She has never asked before. "1408"

"OK" and she hangs up.

It is a Saturday, so I go about my usual cleaning chores, and my phone rings. "Hello"

"The directory needs a code, and it is not your room number." It is her.

"3619"

"OK." She hangs up.

A moment later my apartment phone rings. "Hello"

"Buz me in."

I hit 6 on the phone and hold it a minute.

I race around picking up things I had not gotten to yet. There is a knock at my door.

She has a picnic basket in her hand. "Vincent, I thought we could have a picnic on your balcony, I want to see what my apartment looks like from your side." She pushes in, walks through to my balcony and starts setting up a picnic on the little table.

I follow her out. "Hi, my name."

"STOP. No names, you are Vincent, and I am Eva. Please don't spoil the vibe."

"I guess is Vincent."

She smiles throws her arms around me and kisses me. Full French. She must be pretty close to 5 foot 11. I look straight into her eyes. Eva is thin, probably 150 pounds, but with easily D cup breasts. (Don't trust my estimate, I am male, they are large, therefore must be D cup. I really have no idea how bra sizing works.)

"OK Vincent, I don't know if you are vegan or a carnivore, so I brought both kinds of sandwiches. Please, sit."

I sit, and she sits. For a moment I am at a loss for words. "So, Eva, what are your likes and dislikes?"

"I like men who are kind and gentle. I like classical rock from the 1960's and 70's and modern singers like Britney Spears, and Taylor Swift. I like hiking and camping. I like skinny dipping and nude beaches. I like romance movies and action movies. I like chocolate and Champagne. What do you like?"

"I like music, of most genres, though not rap or country. I like dancing and partying. I like food, particularly Italian and Greek. I like low impact hiking, but prefer motels to tents. I have never been skinny dipping or to a nude beach, though I expect I will like both. I like most movies unless they are about dysfunctional people, I get enough of them in real life. I like chocolate and Champagne. I like you."

"That is very sweet. I like you too, and dancing. It is a pity that you probably won't like me when you know me better."

"Well, then why not rip off the Band-Aid now, and tell me what is so wrong with you?"

"No, I want the honeymoon to last as long as possible."

"What could be so bad that I would come to dislike you?"

"Are you religious?"

"No"

"OK, that is one deal killer out of the way, I am not either. Enough of this, the sandwiches are egg salad, beef or cucumber." She pulls a bottle of Dom Pérignon Champagne and two champagne flutes out of her basket. She passes me the bottle. "Do you want to do the honors?"

I take the bottle, pop the cork, keeping it under control so we could close the bottle later, pour two glasses and put the bottle and cork on the table, then hand her a glass. She reaches over grabs the cork and tosses it out onto the street below. "You never re-cork Champagne, you must finish the bottle." She takes a sandwich and sits back in her chair.

I pick a sandwich at random, and sit back with my Champagne. It is a good champagne, probably expensive. After a couple of minutes of silence, she reaches over and takes my hand. "I like a man who is confident enough that he does not have to talk all the time."

I had been trying to think of something to say, and now abandon that. We sit holding hands, drinking Champagne and eating sandwiches.

When the champagne is done, she stands up. "Shall I leave the remaining sandwiches for you?"

"Split them, take some home with you."

"If you could get a plate, I will divide them up, did you have a preference?"

I got up and went into the kitchen and got a plate. "I liked all of them."

"Very good." She divides up the sandwiches and packs her basket.

"Would you like to come over this evening and watch a movie with me? You can choose the movie."

"I am sorry, I am on the 4 to midnight shift today. Would tomorrow work for you?"

"Yes."

"Fine, I will be here at 7." She picks up her basket, stops to French kiss me and departs.

My apartment phone rings at 6:58. I buzz her in. She has a bottle of Veuve Clicquot Champagne and a heart shaped box of chocolates. "Supplies." She walks in like she owns the place, finds my wine glasses, and opens the chocolates on the coffee table. She closes the curtains, finds the TV remote, turns it on to Netflix, seeing only one profile, she selects it finds a romance movie pats the couch next to her. "Do you want to pour the wine? You really need to buy champagne flutes."

I open the Champagne, allowing the cork to fly free. I pour our wine glasses and sit down. She wraps herself around my arm, leans her head on my shoulder and starts the movie.

She cuddles and is quite affectionate, but when my hand wanders where it shouldn't it is gently directed elsewhere. "I like you, but sex is not on the menu, at least not yet."

After the movie, she disengages, and gets up. "Picnic on Saturday again?"

"Yes, I would like that." I stand.

She hugs me and kisses me for a long time, then breaks off. "See you tomorrow morning for exercising." Then she leaves.

On Monday I start exercising in the nude at the same time as her. I keep the lights on in my living room so I am visible to her. After, she phones me. "I enjoyed last night, and I am pleased to see you starting to exercise."

"Should I prepare anything for our next picnic?"

"Do you have a car?"

"Yes, a Hyundai Santa Fe."

"OK, make sure it is full of gas. I have booked off Saturday, so we can go to a beach I know. Pack a swim suit, this one is not a nude beach. I will save that for later."

"OK, will do."

She hangs up. I am not getting used to the fact that she never says goodbye at the end of a call.

Saturday is raining. She calls before 9. "Forget your bathing suit. I have a different place in mind. There is a shelter where we can have our picnic out of the rain. I will be there in 5 minutes."

I meet her at the door and we go down to my parking space. She guides me out into the country, and finally to a small lake with a picnic shelter overlooking the lake. We eat our lunch and drink soft drinks. We sit and watch the rain falling on the lake and discuss politics. I am a bit more to the center than she is, she is a bit more left wing than I am, but we agree with a general scope of what we think should be the state of the world. It is not what we have in power right now, with politicians fomenting distrust and offending our allies.

Eva has relatives in Europe, and has discussed with members of her family the idea of moving back to Europe. I have relatives in England, and could qualify for residency if I applied. Neither of us wants to leave, but both of us like having the option. I don't know about Eva, but I can work anywhere there is an internet connection.

We drive back into town, and settle on my couch. Eva says it is my turn to select a movie. I choose the most recent Mission Impossible. I have a bottle of Bollinger Champagne and new champagne flutes. I know nothing about Champagne so just took the advice of the store clerk. I also have a heart shaped box of chocolates. This time Eva allows my hand to explore a bit further. Her breasts are real. After the movie we cuddle for an hour or so, and talk about our goals in life. She would like to marry and have children. She is financially secure, with a good income, and a solid investment portfolio. She owns the condo where she lives. I still rent. It is clear that sex is still not on the menu, though we are clearly moving in that direction.

Working at home I do not have a lot of opportunities to meet women. Before Eva, I would go to the bar on Saturday night in the hope of picking up someone for a one-night stand, or possibly more. I am in general not very successful, so I am patient and willing to earn her trust to the point where sex is on the menu. Besides she is clearly in a class normally beyond my wildest dreams. On the ten-point beauty scale she is clearly an 11. Normally way out of my league. I would rank myself as a 6.

Sunday is clear, and Eva calls to see if I would like to go for a walk in a park. There is a nice river valley park within walking distance of our apartments, so we meet downstairs, and head out. I push for more information about what she does for a living.

"How would you feel if I told you I did sex work, say as a stripper?"

"Do you?"

"This is hypothetical. I am trying to understand your boundaries."

I think for a while. "At this point in our relationship, I would accept it. But if we were to become more romantically involved, long term, I would probably want you to give it up. But that would not be a deal killer for me."

"OK, that is interesting. What if I worked for an organization that took advantage of poor people, provided them substandard housing and charged them much more than it was worth?"

"Actually, I would be more concerned about that than sex work. I would be asking you why you stay with them when you clearly are educated and could get work elsewhere."

"How do you know I am educated? We have not discussed that."

"You have an educated vocabulary. Your knowledge of economics is well above a high school education. You sound educated."

"Fair enough, I have a BSc in biology, and am working on my MBA part time, on-line."

"I have a degree in computing."

"OK, how would you feel if I worked for a research organization that did animal experimentation?"

"Do you?"

"Still hypothetical."

"I don't know, that may bother me even more. I generally like animals."

"Good. I am still not ready to tell you what I do for a living. But I am getting a bit more confident of you."

"What about names, when will you tell me your name?"

"You know my name; I am Eva Exhibitionist."

"You know what I mean, your real name."

"My name and my occupation are connected. If I tell you one, you can find the other. When I tell you one, I will tell you the other. I am afraid that when I tell you what I do, you will treat me different. I like how you treat me now."

At the end of the afternoon, we part ways and go to our own apartments. I watch her make her dinner, while I make mine. We both settle down to watch a movie. When mine is over, I look and her apartment is dark. I go to bed.

Monday, she does not show for exercises.

Tuesday exercising as normal, I knew her routine well enough that I could more or less keep up with the same routine. "I missed you yesterday."

"Sorry, I had my regular doctor appointment. I need to have regular testing to ensure I did not pick up something that I may have been working with."

"So, you work with diseases?"

"Indirectly, occasionally. Regular checkups are company policy. I have been doing it for years and never contracted anything, but I still need to be careful. Catching something would have a negative impact on my employment."

Work is particularly stressful for me. We have a virus infection in Helsinki and I have to take extra precautions to ensure that I am not infected. It takes us most of the week to clean all the infected servers, and the team on the ground even longer getting the workstations cleaned up.

Friday Eva calls. "Are you up for a picnic tomorrow?"

"Sorry, we are still fighting a virus infection in the servers in Helsinki. I am going to have to work all weekend. Next week?"

"No problem, I understand. Next week will be good for me. If you get through and have an evening where you want company, post an asterisk in your window, and I will call after work."

On Wednesday I post an asterisk. About 10PM Eva calls. "Is it too late for a visitor?"

"No, and I have tomorrow off. We finally got the servers and workstations all cleaned up and back in service."

"I will be there in five."

When she arrives, she has a bottle of California white wine and a lemon tarte from a high-end bakery. We talk and eat the tarte and drink the wine. Then she turns on the TV and selects a romance movie. We cuddle and I fall asleep before it is over. When the sun comes up, I wake up covered by a blanket. There is a note on the coffee table. "Sleep tight, Love E." Her handwriting is smooth and clear, unlike mine which is messy and barely readable.

Thursday exercises go well, I am starting to feel better and have lost a few pounds. The exercising is doing me good. "Hope you slept well. I watched the end of the movie then came home."

"Sorry to have fallen asleep on you. How is your weekend shaping up?"

"I have the early shift on Saturday. If you can stay awake long enough, I have a surprise planned for you. I would have given it to you last night, but I figured you needed the sleep."

"Any hints as to what it might be?"

"It is something you want."

I laugh "That is a pretty wide range of things."

"OK, it is also something that I want to give you."

"Mysterious"

"See you at 9 Saturday night."

Two days pass like snails. Finally, at 9:05 I buzz her in. She arrives with a chocolate mousse cake from the high-end bakery. "I figured I would skip the alcohol, in the hope of keeping you awake longer."

We sit on the couch, eat the chocolate mousse cake and drink sodas. I sit on the couch, she pushes me over a bit, straddles me and sits on my knees. She leans in and kisses me. I fondle her breasts and she moans. Then she leans back, reaches for her purse, and pulls out a strip of condoms. "I thought we should move our relationship forward a bit."

"Does this mean you tell me what you do and what your name is?"

"No!" She reaches down and undoes my pants. She shoves her hand in and brings out my cock. "Oh, my. I do not believe you were expecting this. I shall have to fix that." She starts on a hand job, gets me a bit hard, opens a condom, places it in her mouth, slides off my knees onto the floor and pushes the condom down onto me, deep throating. She then starts to vigorously assault my cock with her mouth.

When I cum, she stands up, goes to the bathroom and gets a towel, and tosses it to me. While I clean up, she strips. "Once again, I see that you are over dressed for the activities I have planned."

I quickly get out of my clothes and she prepares another condom. "I still have six of these, and hope to be able to use them all before I leave." We move to the bedroom.

Eva is a very accomplished lover. We have used four of them before I run out of steam. "Do you want me to stay for the night?"

"Eva, I would love to have you stay for the night." She puts the last two condoms on my night table. "If you wake up in the night, I am open to a middle of the night wake up booty call. Just remember to use the condom."

At some point in the dark of the night I wake up to Eva giving me a hand job. "Ah, you are awake, get a condom. I need you." When the condom is on, she mounts me and then lays on me. She kisses me, and does a routine with her hips that has me moaning in delight. She comes first, the first time I had noticed her cumming. It wasn't till I noticed her cumming that I realized she had not cum yet.

When I came, I hugged her. I did not want her to leave. "That was something. I want you to cum like that every time we make love."

She kissed me. "I would like that too. Most of my lovers have not been concerned with my pleasure."

After a while, she rolls off, I remove the condom, and we both go back to sleep.

I wake up with morning wood. I roll over and fondle her breast licking and sucking the nipple till she wakes up. I install the last condom, and we make love again. I am more careful and ensure that she comes before I do. I notice that she rubs her clit before she comes.

I cook breakfast, after we eat, she says we need to do our exercises. When we finish, she kisses me, then gets dressed. I do as well.

"I am sorry, but I cannot stay today. I have been neglecting things at home, and have to go grocery shopping and do a lot of cleaning. I will see you for exercises tomorrow." And, she is off.

She does not call me until Thursday. "I really did have a good time with you on Saturday. You are a thoughtful lover. The weather forecast for the weekend is good. How would you feel about a little camping trip? I can get someone to take my weekend shifts."

"I really don't have camping equipment."

"Not a problem, I have a tent and sleeping bags, cook stove, bits and pieces, all you need to bring is your sexy butt."

"Damn, I don't know where I left it. I will have to search the house to find it." She laughs. "I think I can manage that. What should I wear."

"Jeans and a shirt, bring a jacket, evenings can get cool after dark. You might want swim gear, though the beach is clothing optional, and I will be opting out of clothes. I will pack my car, and drive. I don't expect many people, most of them will be on the other side of the lake. The place I camp is not well known. Shall I pick you up at 10?"

"Sure, I can be at your lobby for 10."

Her car is a new Subaru Crosstrek. My Hyundai is over a decade old. I toss my backpack full of clothes into the back. Eva drives us for three hours to get to a little wooded campground on the edge of a fairly large lake. There is one other tent, and an RV. Four people are wandering around naked, so we strip off (except for shoes, after all the ground is rough) and set up Eva's tent. Then we go swimming.

When we get back, the RV couple invite us to dinner, along with the other couple. I find it really strange to be eating dinner and talking to four strangers all of us nude. The tent couple hinted that they might be interested in a group play, but Eva is firmly against it. When we leave, the tent couple and the RV couple were swapping partners for some sexy times. We returned to our tent, and watched from our campsite. Eva seemed to be quite knowledgeable about sex positions and commented on how uncomfortable the one woman was likely to be.

"How do you know that?"

"I had a lover some time ago who was into kinky sex like that, I can assure you that she is not comfortable. After that session I dropped him, he was not worth it."

We set up the sleeping bags for double occupancy. Eva brought out a roll of condoms. I had no idea that you could buy condoms in rolls of a hundred. After realizing last time that I had not been giving her orgasms for the first while, I was careful to ask her what she liked. I spent some time learning how to lick and suck on her clit and her nipples to bring her to the best orgasms.

She needed no instructions on how to get me hard and to get me to cum. She seemed to instinctively know what would give me the strongest stimulation.

We spend Saturday swimming and making love. She introduces me to anal sex. No girlfriend before her had been interested. She has dildoes and vibrators. With a vibrator in her pussy and me in her ass we did a virtual DP, then again with them swapped. Feeling a vibrator inside her while I was fucking her got me off a bit too quickly. I had to finish her off with oral. Before this weekend I had not done much oral. Before the end of Saturday, I was coming to enjoy it.

Sleeping cuddled up with her was amazing. Condom requirement notwithstanding.

On the drive home Eva suggested that if I was to get tested for STD's she would be willing to drop the condom requirement. She has an IUD so her main issue is disease. She would be willing to show me her test results, but she would block out the name. If that was not acceptable, we could continue to use condoms. I agreed and she gave me the contact information for the local sexual health clinic.

With the summer concert season in full swing, we started attending concerts. When I suggested we try THC gummies, she refused. It was OK for me, but she could not stand the loss of control. I decided that if she was not willing to do them I wouldn't either, even though I had done them many times before.

Mid-August came and after her Friday exercise she called me. "I have been debating with myself over the last few days. I have decided that we are getting to the point where I am starting to develop feelings for you. Before they become too strong, I need to talk to you about what I do and who I am. Tomorrow I will find out if you can take me the way I am or if this has all just been a short-term fling."

"I would like that to happen. I have also been developing feelings for you and having this hanging over me has been difficult."

"Saturday picnic on your balcony? Or would you rather do it on my balcony?"

"I guess that it comes down to where you are the most comfortable."

"Your balcony it is."

I am still not used to her hanging up without saying goodbye.

She arrives at 11:30AM, wearing a bright yellow sun dress. It shows off her breasts and hips. She is the most desirable woman I have ever encountered. She set up the picnic on the balcony. Once again, no Champaigne. She has her laptop with her.

"Some time ago, I asked you how you felt about sex work. I am not a stripper, though I have done that in the past. I work in a massage parlor. A bordello is more like it, but bordellos are illegal. I make my living having sex for money."

I sit quietly listening to her.

"I am very popular." She opens her laptop, and brings up a web page for a local massage parlor. Selects her profile and passes it to me. "This is the point where most men I have dated go off on me. They rant about how it is immoral and illegal and unethical. I do not believe it is immoral. It is marginally legal or marginally illegal. I feel it is totally ethical. I provide a service for men who need it, and the occasional woman." She pauses and looks at me.

"OK, I can live with this so far. Long term I will probably want you to find another way to earn a living. Maybe some time after you finish your MBA. I am not thrilled with sharing you with some stranger off the street. However, it brings the next question, what is your name?"

"Look at the name on the page."

I look, Amy Henson. I reach over with my hand, take hers "Amy Henson, I am happy to meet you finally. My name is Edward Moss." I take her hand and kiss it. Then I sit back.

I ask "So, where do we go from here?"

"I suggest we finish our picnic, and then go for a walk in the park. Then maybe dinner at a nice restaurant and back here and find a nice movie on Netflix. How does that sound to you?" She pauses. "So, you are not going to throw me out?"

"Emily, my sister worked for several years as an escort. She needed the money to pay for schooling. When my parents found out they disowned her. I was so upset about the way they treated her that I disowned them. I can hardly get hard line with you and still live with my past decisions. That and I have also purchased the services of sex workers from time to time."

"Thank you, I have been hoping you would be reasonable. I am luckier than your sister. My parents and brother know what I do. They are not happy, but they accept my decision and support me. And, I do make a lot of money. Two years ago, I paid off my parent's mortgage for them. It was not a lot, about $50K, but it was a struggle for them with their limited incomes."

"At some point I would like to meet your family. They sound very good."

"When we were camping you asked how I knew a particular position was painful. When I started, I worked as an escort and a client took me to that campground for a weekend. It was good money, but I class it as a bad date. He inflicted a lot of pain, that was part of his thing. That was part of the reason I moved to working in a bordello. In the bordello I have other girls who can act as security if something goes bad. I made more money as an escort, but I did not have the security of others to help me, if I had a bad date."

"What would it take to persuade you to give it up?"

Amy looks at me for a while. "How much did you earn last year?"

"Just over $120K."

"I paid taxes on just over $300K. I am building an investment portfolio that will support me in the style to which I have become accustomed. I have just over a million now, and I figure I need more than two million."

"Wow, I thought I was doing well to have about $50K invested."

I reached out and took her hand. I kissed her hand then hung on to it. "Could you tell me how a typical session works?"

"About half my sessions are booked with repeat customers. As I said I am popular. Most of the girls get less than 10% from repeats. Repeat customers often want service outside my scheduled times, so that explains why on a day I work till 4 I am sometimes not available till later. If it is a walk in with no direct request, we do a lineup of the girls who are not busy, and the guy chooses. Otherwise, the client requesting me is put into a room. I come into the room, and we discuss any special requests, I explain that there will be no activities without a condom, and no activities that involve sharing bodily fluids. I collect the money and direct the client to have a shower; all rooms have showers. I take the money out and put it in my locker, and strip. Then I put on a single piece wraparound. I return to the room, remove the wrap, and direct him onto the bed. Are you comfortable with details of what I do?"

"I am trying to understand my competition. I kind of need to know to understand."

"Oh, you have no competition from my clients. It is strictly a commercial transaction, that I happen to be very good at. If a client starts to show feelings for me, I cut him off and refuse to see him again."

"I can vouch for you being very good. You are very good."

"I pump him up with a hand job, put on the condom, and then try to get him to cum from a blow job. About 80% success rate. Depending on how attractive he is I mount him cowgirl or reverse cowgirl, unless he is a regular with specific instructions. About 95% cum when I am riding them. I almost never cum with a client, my focus is on getting them off, not me. Having said that, there are a couple of regulars who want me to cum. Anyway, after that I ask what they want. If it is a half hour session, they are pretty much out of time. If it is longer, we run through their requests. Some have ED and cannot get off. They are a lot more work, because I keep working to try to get them a release. Then when time is up, they shower while I change the bed and get the room ready for the next client. Then I shower while they get dressed."

"Between clients we have a staff room where there is a TV. I use the time to study for my on-line MBA."

"Do you ever travel with clients?"

"When I was escorting that was a fairly common request. However, the first one I did was the guy who took me camping. It took two weeks, being unable to work, for the bruises to heal, so I have refused all travel requests after that."

"Have you ever been arrested?"

"Once while I was escorting, but the charges were dropped when my lawyer challenged their evidence. The bordello has never been raided, though we have a couple of police officers who come in and demand freebies from time to time."

"Do you enjoy it?"

"Well, sex with you is much better than sex with a client. But yes, I do enjoy it. I know I make my clients happy. That gives me good job satisfaction. On the down side I have had bad luck with almost all of my boyfriends. You are the first who has taken it well."

"I think my sister will like you."

"I would like to meet your sister. She sounds like a strong woman."

We finish our picnic and pack up. I am not thrilled by what she does for a living. I accept it. She is easily the most beautiful woman I know, and I really like her, even love her. I will never have an opportunity with a woman as attractive as she is, if I decide I don't want to accept her occupation.