Call Girl Princess (4 page)

After they had dressed, their hair
still wet, Alan kissed Carrie passionately.
 
“You need a good fuck at least once a week.
 
Doctor’s orders.”
 

Carrie slipped her feet into her
high heels.
 
“I always follow doctor’s
orders.”
 

Carrie was supposed to meet
Mikala
in the lobby, but when she and Alan arrived, there
was no Carrie.
 

“Did she leave without me?”
 

“No, I doubt it.
 
Call Gregory’s room.”
 

Carrie wasn’t sure about that.
 
Maybe Carrie was still entertaining, or
whatever she called it.
 
Carrie decided
to wait awhile, and she and Alan ordered a drink in the bar while they waited
for
Mikala
.
 

Mikala
glanced at her watch.
 
“I need to go now,
sweetie.
 
I promised to meet Carrie ten
minutes ago.”
 

Gregory continued to lie on top of
Mikala
, and he looked into her beautiful eyes.
 
“Move in with me,
Mikala
.
 
You would never have to work again.
 
You could live a life of luxury, and we could
be together.
 
You would be there waiting
for me when I came home from my busy and lucrative practice every night.”
 

Mikala
wanted to laugh in his face.
 
She may
look like a trophy wife, but she was far from it.
 
She had known too many women who were so
unhappy in the role of wife, trophy and otherwise, that they were screwing
every man who came to service anything in their home.
 
A few of her close friends had fallen into
that trap and were now sleeping with the plumber, the electrician, and any
number of delivery men.
 
One of
Mikala’s
friends had gotten it so good from a floral
delivery man that she had a weekly arrangement with him.
 
She sent flowers to herself and insisted that
only that particular man make the delivery.
 

“Honey, I’m not cut out to be a
wife,” she said, trying to let the doctor with the sad puppy eyes down easily.

“I can give you everything,
Mikala
, a place in the city, a country home in the
Hamptons
,
and the prestige of being the wife of a very wealthy physician.
 
I’m going places, my dear.”
 

Mikala
stroked his soft hair.
 
“I know you are,
honey, and you deserve someone special.”
 

“But I want you,
Mikala
.
 
I could
never find someone as beautiful as you.”

Mikala
smiled sweetly, not knowing what to say next.
 
This had never happened to her before.
 
Never had a client declared his undying devotion to her.
 
Gregory hadn’t had that much to drink
tonight.
 

Mikala
realized that she was going to have to be firm with this man.
 
“Look, sweetie, the night is over, the deal
was made, and if I stay here much longer my rate will go sky high.”
 

The sweetness immediately left the
doctor’s face and he rolled off of
Mikala
and pulled
on his pants.
 
“Get out now,” he
ordered.
 

Mikala
was already slipping into her dress.
 
She
stuffed her nylons into her purse and wore her shoes without them.
 

With her hand on the doorknob,
Gregory had one more thing to say to her.
 
“Are you a whore?”
 

Mikala
turned on her heel and stated firmly, “No, Dr. Stevens, I am a deal
maker.”
 

The doctor stared at
Mikala
, remembering the fantastic deal she had gotten for
him earlier.
 
She raised her eyebrows, as
if daring him to say more.
 
It appeared
to
Mikala
that Gregory wanted to say something but
didn’t know what to say.
 
Gregory was on
the verge of calling her a filthy whore, but he realized that he may need her
again in the future.
 
She was one hell of
a deal maker, whatever her secret, and she no doubt had many wealthy contacts
in the city.
 

Mikala
left Gregory to his thoughts, and hurried to meet Carrie in the lobby.
 
She looked around, but there was no
Carrie.
 
She doesn’t know the city.
 
Where is she?
 

“
Mikala
, in here.”
 

Carrie gave her doctor a last kiss
and thanked him for the drink.
 

Mikala
hailed a cab, and once the two women were safely
back
at her apartment, Carrie asked about her night, after the deal.
 

“It was okay.”
 

“Just okay?
 
Dr. Alan was superb.
 
I had the most intense orgasms, more than
one, of my entire life.
 
I actually
screamed.”
 

Mikala
smiled.
 
“It was okay,” she
repeated.
 

“Well, I’m off to bed,” Carrie
said, with a smile.
 

“Carrie, just a
minute.”
 

“Yes?”
 

“You still
planning to stay in the city for awhile and work with me?”
 

“Absolutely,
Mikala
.
 
Not
only did I have multiple orgasms tonight, but I had a sexual epiphany.
 
I was married for too long, and I have missed
too many orgasms.”
 

As Carrie hummed her way to the
bedroom,
Mikala
thought about Gregory.
 
Maybe someday I will be happy with a
provincial life, but not now.
 
Still, she
wondered what it might be like to be married to someone like Dr. Stevens, but
happy, not like the girls she had gone to college with whose lives had become
empty shells of existence.
 
She slowly
walked down the hallway to her bedroom.
 
She climbed into her bed and fell asleep, hoping to dream of a perfect
life, whatever that might be.

~K. Lyn~