ASMSG Romance Erotica Ezine Oct. 2014 | Page 30

“That I was.” “Sorry. I-I didn’t mean to interrupt you. You must be busy. I’ll call back.” “But it was your call I was waiting for.” Isla was silent, but her mind was racing with confusion and a tinge of irritation. There was no customary and simple “hello”. Making the call hadn’t been the easiest thing to do. In fact, she’d made herself sick to her stomach just rehearsing it in her mind. And considering how this conversation was beginning, she felt more than just unprepared. She felt inept. Looking down at the card, she remained silent. Trying to decide on either hanging up or continuing the conversation, she traced a redpolished finger over the solitary letter that was prominently displayed. W. “Let’s make this simple, shall we?” she stated with authority. “All right.” “You and I both know what I’m calling for.” “Yes.” “Well, I-I’m new to this.” “I know. Just ask me anything you want.” “How much?” He chuckled. “What? You said ask anything.” “My services are no charge.” “No charge?” “I’m very selective of my clientele. I have to ensure privacy and tact. What I do isn’t exactly legal.” “How do I know you’re not a cop?” “Well, for starters, you’re not paying me so there’s no legal issue to toil.” “Umm…right.” “First-timers are my preference. The anticipation, the suspense, the overwhelming feeling of taboo—it all intensifies the experience. That’s why there’s no fee for the first visit. Pleasure is all I want us to focus on.” “Then how do you make your money?” “Repeat business.” “That’s an interesting business tactic.” “I have a great product.” Isla cleared her throat, finding his witty comment both calming and stimulating. “I’m also very choosy about clients because they have to be of a certain caliber. I don’t advertise. I don’t entertain referrals. I offer my services to those I come across, whom I believe want my services and meet the level of sophistication I require.” “Wait—you’ve seen me?” “The waiter at Spice is also my employee. When he overheard your conversation, he evaluated you as I’ve trained him to do, and then he gave you my c ard.” “I-I wasn’t even serious. It’s just a silly fantasy I was blurting out and I was a little drunk. You know, it was just talk.” “If it was just talk, why’d you call?” Isla was silent. His question robbed her words. “May I ask what you were celebrating?” he asked, breaking the silence. “My birthday.” “Happy belated birthday.” “I’m forty. How old are you?” “Thirty-five.” “Do you know that a woman’s body at forty is amazing?” “Well, that was a question I certainly wasn’t expecting.” “I’m trying to explain why I’m calling.” “No need to explain. But to answer your question, yes, I know. Your sexual awareness is at its peak. As a young woman, you had the tools, but didn’t know the craft. You needed time for your mind and body to ripen to their full sweetness. And with that time, you’ve learned to master your tools.” “Sounds like you have an affinity for older women.” “From a professional standpoint, a mature-minded, established and classy woman is what I seek. From a personal standpoint, older women have always been my preferred taste.” “I see.” “I believe I trained my staff well. I think we may be exactly what we’ve both been looking for.” “For me…sex is life. My body needs it. I-I can’t deny that. But I can’t just pick up random guys at a bar, you know?” “I know.” “I can’t engage in anything physical with men I’ve had a relationship with in the past or men who I’m friends with. That complicates things.” “I see.” “And I can’t keep putting myself through dating. I-I’m no good at it.” “You don’t have to justify anything to me. What this is, what we’re discussing…only a handful of people would dare experience. Suffice to say I recognize your appetite and it suits me well.” “There are others like me though, right?” “There are others, yes. And we do things discriminately and safely. Again, pleasure is the only concern.” “So, for your repeat business, what’s the cost?” “It’s a hefty sum to cover my expenses.” “Are you talking hundreds?” “Try thousands.” Isla sucked the air into her lungs hard and fast. Thousands?