Wednesday, July 12, 2006

I’ve found a fuck buddy. Denise is an artist, small, tiny even with white blond hair nearly as fine as a baby’s, cut short. Her eyes are ice blue and she has the palest complexion. She’s married and her husband knows about her dalliances and she knows that I’m a prostitute.

Last evening I went to a social mixer, not a business meet and greet but a sponsored wine and finger food get together for desperate singles. I’m figuring out that I have this approach avoidance thing going on about dating. I like the idea but I can’t quite get myself to follow through. So I went to the event thinking that if the right person showed up…

When I arrived I ran in to Thierry, a former client. T is really a sweet guy who hired me for company after his wife dumped him and moved out with the kids. On the rebound he fell desperately in love with me and struggled mightily with the boundaries between whore and client. The last time I saw him was at a dance club and he was with his then new girlfriend. I caught his eye and gave him a wink letting him know I thought he was doing well.

That romance is over and now he’s looking again, as we talked Denise and her husband Roger walked up, as they are friends of Thierry. I’ve seen them and in particular her at different times and frankly I was very curious about her. It didn’t take long and the gaydar started going off as the two of us flirted shamelessly. Before leaving for the evening we agreed to meet for lunch to day.

Lunch got extended and moved to a tawdry little hotel that I didn’t know existed. Unbeknownst to each other, we each brought a a toy, just in case. They came in handy. Taking a break Denise sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, naked, smoking a cigarette with an ash try held in her lap. I leaned against the headboard the sheet pulled over my hips. We talked, I was curious about the arrangement she had with her husband. She said the he doesn’t feel threatened by her romances with women and he hopes to get invited to play. “Does he?” I asked. Sometimes was her reply.

I was going to ask if she was thinking of inviting him to play with us when she said, “Is it true that you’re an escort-girl?” This took me aback and I asked warily who had suggested that. Roger was her reply. “Roger,” I said, “your husband who last night in front of both of us said that he had never met me? I’d be curious how he would know this information if I were you.” She covered her mouth to stifle a laugh and then said that Thierry had told Roger. I filed that information away thinking that T needs to be more discreet.

I didn’t confirm or deny her question but we went on to talk about Roger. “Would you sleep with Roger?” She asked. “With or without you?” “With out.” “Professionally or for fun?” “Fun.” “No,” I told her, “I’ve sworn off married men and anyway I would never poach the husband of a girlfriend.” “What about professionally?” She asked. “In a heart beat,” I replied, “assuming he had the money.” That answer unsettled her so I continued, “Denise, its not about you or any wife, its business. I or probably any whore is not looking to steal husbands, I’m very happy to put them back when I’m finished.

We’re going dancing Thursday.

Kim

5 Comments:

Anonymous VJ said...

Well I'm happy that you seem satisfied with the encounter, but still my spidey sense is tingling. Sure it's exciting and all, but you don't know much about these characters, and it would be nice to tell them right up front that you expect both of them to be discreet. Now this is one reason why I'd never be involved in such a scene. They always seem to end poorly with embarassingly ill timed blowups.

So I'd be careful with these swingers. Yes, we've got them everywhere, but I think they may have been ever more attracted to you knowing what T said to them. They may view you as someone's whose skilled but generally non threatening and eminently 'disposable' should they need to quickly reassume their 'clean' bourgeois lives. It's the double crosses and fear of same that keeps many of players on the sidelines. Anyway, just some random thoughts here. Cheers & Good Luck! 'VJ'

9:54 AM  
Blogger Neal said...

This entry was a fascinating read. I haven't been following this blog quite long enough to be able to offer advice plus you seem like you know what you're doing.

7:54 AM  
Blogger Kim said...

Hmmm. I didn't garner the impression that they were swingers, at least not protypical swingers. But the label is fair.

VJ, I saw your comment prior to our going out last evening and it raised enough questions to adjust my plans. Rather than bringing her home we camped out at a hotel. It was a sexually satisfying evening; but I must learn more.

With my upcoming schedule in may be several weeks before I'll have time to see her again, so the situation may resolve itself.

2:34 PM  
Blogger Pete from Cal said...

Finding new playmate is always fun but like anything else, proceed with caution before you entrust them with your secrets. Shame on Thierry for having a big mouth and revealing your secret to them. Interesting to see what develops. Take care K! :)

9:34 PM  
Anonymous VJ said...

Yes, play in the home nest should be reserved for some very safe and well known people. It's just good to be cautious when starting out with new people. And I'm always glad you're thinking all the time Kim! Cheers & Good Luck! 'VJ'

9:46 AM  

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