Chapter 2

I couldn’t use the same service I’d used with Jill, neither they nor any other such service reopened since. Anthony was out of the question as he was in a relationship with a woman, and I no longer felt about him the way I once did. With a little digging and a lot of networking, I found a swingers group, a swingers club and the location and times where dogging could be done without worry about cops breaking up the party. This took me about a week but by the time I got back with the news Teri already had a date, with another guy so I held back the information I had gathered, and we decided to see each other in a week. I wished her well, took my leave and put myself back in circulation. My first order of business was to be sure that anybody I would see would put out on the first date. I had no use for people that wanted to be all feelings and get to know you for a week before going on a hammock ride with me. Yes, I said people because I had slowly, over time felt the desire to be with other men as well as women sexually. I fully intended to explore that part of myself while I was single and had the choice. I was seriously attracted to trans women and took the time for my own self to find where they congregated. I literally fell into that milieux when I ran into a transvestite literally out of the blue, I noticed “her” and she asked if I was interested, I wasn’t, I found “her” to be gross but “she” would know where they hung out and where to meet them socially. I invited “her” to have a drink and oh the dirty looks and expressions of disgust I got when we entered a bistro, and I ordered two glasses of wine. The TV kept making sexual innuendos and asked me back to “her” place several times so it was hard for me to keep “her” in the moment, but I got the names of three clubs that these people frequented. One was only across the street from where we sat and the other two were across town on the east side. With that, I thanked her tossed a twenty on the table and took my leave. “She” cursed at me until I was out of ear shot. If I was going to cross that line, I didn’t want to spend the adventure puking.

Knowing where to go was only part of the problem, I had spent my life as a straight man, walking into a place like that may well change me forever. Those feelings and fears of the unknown made me hesitate. At nine PM it was still very early so I decided to go to a hotel bar and have a drink to make sense of the turmoil going on inside. I sat at the bar and ordered a triple bourbon straight up and listened to the soft piano music as I nursed the deep amber liquid. It wasn’t long before a slender, very exotic looking east Indian woman sat on the stool next to me. Hi, I’m Pushpa she said smiling, do you have a light? Sorry, I don’t smoke, I replied knowing what was going on. Neither do I she smiled but it’s a great way to break the ice. What do you do? She asked pleasantly. I think out of all the questions I hated most was do you have kids and what do you do. I let the question hang for a moment as I thought about my reply. I always wanted to screw an east Indian girl, so I decided to stop the beating around the bush. I turned to her sipping on my overpriced beverage and replied in a warm but sober tone. I don’t think its as much about what I do than it is what you do. To answer your question, I can afford a room here and I can afford you too, would you like a drink here or champagne and strawberries in one of the rooms here. She looked shocked, so used to men being intimidated or looking for bottom dollar sales. It depends what you want, she began, I stopped her right there. Its so uncouth to talk money over drinks, don’t you think? For all I knew she was an undercover cop looking for an easy bust. I’d like you to spend the night, either you want to, or you can leave, I’m good either way. She thought about it and pressed me, wouldn’t you be happier if I stayed on hour or two? I won’t char, I stopped her their, no money talk at the table. Stay or leave but if you stay you spend the night. Can you give me a minute, I need to make a call. It’s a free country, I replied turning back to my drink. She walked away, nice ass, I remarked as she made her way to the bank of pay phones in the hotel lobby. Back then, cell phones were still science fiction. It wasn’t long before Pushpa returned and asked if I was serious about the champagne and strawberries. I said that I was, and she said OK then, but if you don’t have money I will kick up a fuss like you will never forget. Fair enough, I replied and got off the tall bench, toke her arm in mine and walked her to the front desk. The girl was the color of rich molasses and I was dressed in every day attire so when we got to the desk the booking clerk looked down her nose at us, she clearly knew what my companion was up to. “We don’t rent by the hour here. She said dismissively and I asked for the manager. He was a skinny, nervous looking man with a French accent, I told him of his clerks rudeness and presumptive attitude and demanded that he rent me a room. He proffered the desk clerk with a sidelong glance that clearly betrayed his peevishness with the woman, and he not only rented me the room but gave me a free upgrade to the bridal suite. I handed him a credit card for a hold but paid my bill in advance in cash. After I asked the manager to send up the fruit and wine in two hours, both Pushpa and the hotel manager were surprised and impressed by my demeanor, professional attitude and let’s be honest: money.

My escort was silent until, we got in the elevator, and she blurted you’re rich and I can see powerful, I bet that bitch gets fired. When there is nothing constructive to say so I said nothing. We got to the bridal suite and I invited my date to help herself to the amenities while I freshened up. When I came back Pushpa was on the bed which she had already turned down. Her rich dark brown skin almost glowed in the soft lighting. Her body was amazing her tits were huge, round and firm enough to bounce a quarter off of, her belly was flat and showed only a faint hint of a six pack, her hips sloped ever so gently only the palms of her hansa bd soles of her feet were lightly colored. She smiled at me with perfect teeth and lifted one slender thigh exposing her dark, bushy pussy. See anything you like? I smiled and started for the bed. She slammed her thighs shut in a flash. OK Mr. Big stuff, now you know I’m not a cop, now we talk money three hundred in cash right now or I start screaming. Only 300? I asked shocked at the reasonable price, she was definitely new at this. Here, I said throwing three-hundred-dollar bills on the bed. She quickly snatched them up and stuffed them in her small purse. That’s not nearly enough, tomorrow morning before you leave I will give you this if I really enjoy your company. I held up another 3 hundreds, her brown eyes went wide, and I put the money away and placed it far enough from the bed so that she couldn’t fleece it and joined her in bed. The whore then pulled a rubber out from under her pillow and said, I have a boyfriend so…Not tonight you don’t I countered snatching the condom and tossing it. She looked unhappy and retorted, I don’t like that she murmured. I kissed her on the lips a lay her on the bed. I parted her dark slender thighs and went down on her muff. Pushpa moaned; it was freaky the way her dark brown labia gave way to her bright pink insides. When my member became hard and started to throb I mounted her. I was surprised after all the attention I had given her that she was still so tight a fit, not as tight as Teri but still a challenge. She groaned loudly as I pushed past her resistance and entered her. She began to undulate her lower body in an effort to dislodge my cock so I reached under and grabbed her dark brown ass holding her fast as I pounded my meat deeper and deeper into her. Tears rolled down her face and a thin animal scream escaped her throat, and I began to speed up the tempo. Don’t cum, don’t cum in me don’t. Suddenly she felt the strong deep splashes of hot sperm filling her insides. She shut up, her head turned sharply to the side and when I finally finished I rolled off of her catching my breath. Why did you do that? She demanded just as there was a knock at the door. Ah, room service, I said and donned a thick white bathrobe thoughtfully provided by the hotel and answered the door. I signed for the bill and tipped the porter twenty bucks and he smiled and left. I poured two tulips of champagne and offered the confused whore the dish of strawberries and told her that the strawberries contrast beautifully with the champagne. She reached for a small fruit with her delicate brown hand and nibbled at it. I then passed her a glass tulip and she sipped the wine, giggling as the bubbles teased her nose. Why did you cum in me, I told you not to. I sipped at my tulip deciding how I would answer the somewhat peevish lover. I placed the delicate glass on a nearby dresser and told her, because I could, you decided to come here, you decided to demand money and you were aware what you were selling and what I was buying. If you’re not happy you are free to take your money and leave, you can even have another glass of champagne. Or you can stay and honor your commitment and after breakfast tomorrow you can gather the rest of your money and leave but whatever you do, stop complaining. There’s a good reason that I am not married, I hate bitching. Pushpa was taken aback by my honest and straightforward demeanor but she landed on her feet. She smiled and asked if dinner was included. I smiled and said, well see. As it turned out my sex date did become my dinner date, she was dressed OK but her attire was not appropriate for any high end restaurant I knew so I asked if she ate meat. She did so I gave her the choice between teak, deli or Italian. She choose steak so, I asked if she preferred roast beef or wanted steak. She wanted steak so I brought her to an unpretentious little place I knew for fillet Mangion with all the trimmings, cocktails, wine and Irish coffee and cheese cake for dessert. After dinner we strolled down the boulevard, the evening still had that hot smell from the days heat. This is the kind of date that every girl dreams of, you’re handsome, obviously educated and not poor, why me? I mean any girl would die for this. Not any girl, lets just enjoy tonight, I said and we soon circled around and got to my car. I was getting tired when we got back to the hotel, Puspa said, did you notice? Notice what? I asked not really caring. Queen bitch is not there anymore. Oh, maybe she’s off shift, I offered still not caring. No, her shift always ends at ten thirty, its not even nine, I bet her stuck up ass got fired. Sucks to be her, I said, and we stepped into the elevator laughing.

Pushpa wanted to use the washroom and take a shower and was I happy that our suite came with two bathrooms. When she left, I called room service and ordered a continental breakfast to be served at nine o’clock the next morning. Room service informed me that breakfast would be compted because it was the bridal suite. I thanked the operator and hung up. When I was done I was happy to see Puspa was in bed naked flipping through the television channels. You want to watch anything? Just you I said doffing my own clothes. She wrapped her slender arms around my neck and we began to kiss, I loved the feel of the soft skin of her neck under my lips. She began to breath hard and I moved my mouth downwards kissing her surprisingly large breasts for such a diminutive girl and nipped at her hard, black nipples. She quipped sweetly and I kissed her ear telling her to relax and I started to massage her, kissing down the length of her spine simultaneously.  When I reached her tight, round deep brown buttocks, I gently spread them and wet her tight asshole with my tongue. By now she was going crazy and pumping her pretty ass up and down on my face as her pussy drooled with cum.  My cock was so hard that it hurt, and I lay on my side pulling her with me. When we were fully side-saddle I pushed my hardon between her tight ass cheeks and started to push my cock up her ass. Not that I felt I had to, this woman was only not so cheap help but I liked to make a good showing of myself regardless of who I was with. She began to quip about what I was doing, he didn’t do that, pleas don’t hurt me. Before she was done, my dick was balls deep up her ass and I rolled over pinning Pushpa beneath me. I began to pump it up her bung hole and within seconds her tone changed to Oh, oh, oh, fuck ahh, no, no I can’t. Oh, oh God I’m Cuming oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck you. At that moment I blasted my own cum up her ass and she screamed then fell to the bed in a heap of panting flesh. It was a pretty good workout for me as well, I got off of her sweaty body and lay on the bed breathing deeply. How did you do that? She asked, I get that a lot, I said smiling. She smiled tiredly snuggled close to me I love you, she whispered and in no time she was fast asleep. The next morning, I got her up, she was disheveled but still pretty. I guided her to the table where a breakfast of toast, coffee, Danish, bagels, cream cheese, orange juice and croissants. There was 4-hundred-dollar bills on her side of the table. Have a nice breakfast before you leave, thanks it was fun. I said preparing to leave. No, don’t leave, eat with me. You’ve been paid, if I extend this it would be a date, I replied. She tilted her head, her expression unreadable, so? What would be so wrong with that? She said pointedly, a little too pointedly for my comfort. Well, I’m not attached but you have a boyfriend Her eyes got serious, her tone dismissive, what about him?  We’re not married or committed; I can do as I like. I sat at the small table and poured myself a cup of black coffee. OK, I’m in no rush but we must be out by 11. That’s fine, she replied. I sat uncomfortably on the hard straight chair, and she took a cheese Danish from the platter and took a nibble. I don’t bullshit when I talk. I told you I loved you last night and I still do, I’ve never met anyone like you. I want to marry you and give you kids. I wish I could say I was surprised but this was expected. Normal women usually either wanted to marry me or couldn’t wait to be rid of me, most of them couldn’t keep up with me in or out of bed. I smiled, reached over and patted her hand. Sorry hon but I’m staying single for the next while. She looked pensive and said, things change she said, they change all the time. I reached over and she prepared for a passionate kiss, to her dismay I gave her a friendly peck on the cheek and said, goodbye. Then fuck off! Pushpa said angrily, so I did.