Panties for Sale (18 page)

“You are late. The appointment was for 3:00.”

“Oh, I am sorry,”
  
Alex looked down at her cell phone. The time was 3:02. “Traffic was
bad.”

“Never mind, you are here now,” Alex’s new client, Mr.
Nimbin stepped aside to let her past.
 
“Please come in.”

Alex let her arm brush against his as she walked into the
room.
 
She decided her best bet was to
play the innocent naïve girl with this one.
 
It usually worked like a charm with her older clients.

Alex barely glanced around the ordinary hotel room before
sitting down on the corner of the bed.
 
She leaned back and slowly crossed her legs showing off her new gold
stilettos.

“Your shoes,” her new client pointed at her feet, “please
take off your shoes over here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She slipped off her shoes and handed them
to the client, who gently placed them beside his on a towel just inside the
entrance.

“You never know what germs or dirt you may have stepped in
outside.”

“Yes, good thinking.
 
I didn’t introduce myself, I am Alex,” she said reaching out her hand.

“Yes,” Mr. Nimbin frowned at Alex’s extended hand. “I’m
sorry dear, but could I ask you to wash your hands first before I shake them?”

“Oh, ok.” she shrugged and walked into the bathroom.

“Am I correct to assume that you took a shower and brushed
your teeth before our appointment?”

“Yes.” Angela was glad Angela had warned her about Mr.
Nimbin’s fixation on cleanliness.

“And Angela did ask you not to wear any perfume? Sometimes,
the smell of perfume really distracts me.
 
You know, the chemicals they put in some of the cheaper brands, they can
impair your sinus tissue. You can never be too safe you know.
 
Once, I had to take the bus. This rather
large lady sat beside me. She was wearing the worst perfume, one of those cheap
knock off brands. I could smell it.
 
More
like a combination of windex and alcohol than perfume. I think she even sprayed
it in her hair.
 
It was so strong.
 
It burnt my nose hairs.” Alex turned to take
a new towel off the rack to dry her hands. “It did.
 
Really.
 
I couldn’t stop sneezing for days.”

“Don’t worry.
 
I
didn’t wear any perfume.”
 

“Wonderful.
 
Ok,
good.
 
Please come and sit down.”

Alex followed Mr. Nimbin out of the bathroom.
 
As she sat down on the side of the bed, Mr.
Nimbin stood up, re-folded the crease in his pants and sat down again. “Well,
dear, have you been doing this for very long?”

“Escorting?
 
No, I’m
relatively new.”
 

“Oh, that is good. I assume you always use a condom?”

“Yes, of course.”
 

“Good, that is good.
 
You can never be too safe,” Mr. Nimbin cleared his throat.
 
“I am not sure how much Angela has told you
about me.
 
You know, I have never met
Angela.
 
Delightful woman over the phone
though.
 
Is she as delightful in person?”

“Yes, she’s great.”

“Um, I have been using Angela for quite a while now. You
see, I am very particular.
 
It is very
important for you, my escort, to do things a certain way.
 
How can I say this nicely?
 
You are probably very good at what you do,
but, well, don’t take this the wrong way.
 
But I know about you escort girls.
 
You are busy and you want to just come in here quickly, do the job, then
take my money.
 
You think if you look
cute and tell me nice things, I will tip you. I know, it’s a great scam for you
young girls.
 
But not for me.
 
I am not a sucker.”
 

“Oh.
 
No, of course
not.”

“And, I expect the full hour I pay for.
 
Now, that being said, I must explain
something to you.
 
You see, well, I am
not an average man.
 
I know my body and I
will expect you to, as well.”

“Ok, I’m sure I can please you.
 
I am quite flexible if that is what you
mean.”

“Oh, well that is impressive,” Mr. Nimbin raised an
eyebrow.
 
“But, no, that is not what I
mean.
 
I am glad you are willing to
please.
 
That will be helpful.
 
I had Abigail trained perfectly.
 
Do you know her?” Alex shook her head. “She
knew exactly what I wanted.
 
But sadly,
she has moved on.
 
She wanted a family.
 
Can you imagine?
 
A whore for a mother?” Alex bit her lip. “Oh,
but the things she did for me, and she thinks she will make a good mother.”

Alex looked straight ahead.
 
She dared not respond.

“Angela said you would be right for me, easily trainable
are you?”

“What is it that you do, Mr. Nimbin?”
 
Alex tried to change the subject.

“I am a comptroller.”

“Oh, that is fascinating.”

Mr. Nimbin looked at Alex in surprise. “You think so?
 
Most girls think that working with numbers is
boring, or too difficult.”

“Well, it is difficult, but then, maybe not for you.
 
You must be very smart.”

“Yes, well, yes I am,” Mr. Nimbin coughed. “Enough chatter.
We have already wasted 10 minutes and I want to explain some things before we,
well, shall we begin?
 
I am going to wash
my hands.
 
While I do that, kindly take
off your clothes.”

“Ok,” Alex watched the short bald man as he rushed into the
bathroom.
 
Catching her reflection in the
mirror, she rolled her eyes and made a face.
 
What a dick!
 
She hoped it would
be a quick hour as she quickly disrobed and threw her clothes over the back of
the chair.

“Oh no,” Mr. Nimbin walked out of the bathroom holding his
hands up like a surgeon.
 
“Please fold
your clothes or at least hang them up in the closet.
 
You don’t want them to get wrinkled do you?”

“No, I guess not,” Alex collected her clothes and carried
them over to the closet where she piled them on the shelf in a pile.
 
She turned around to Mr. Nimbin staring at
her.
 
Feeling like a naughty child caught
with her hand in the cookie jar, Alex sighed and picked up her clothes.
 
One by one, she hung each item up on a
hanger.
 

“Ah,” Mr. Nimbin sighed, “you look very sexy hanging your
clothes up.
 
You do have a nice body.”

“Thank you.”

“Ok dear, come over here, then, we have lots to do here,”
Mr Nimbin was sitting naked on the edge of the bed.

Alex slid down onto her knees in front of him.
 
“Not so fast. Since you are new with me, I
must explain this to you.”

“Oh, ok,” Alex sat back on her heels.

“First, this,” Mr. Nimbin reached slowly caressing his
penis with two hands, “is very sensitive, so be careful.
 
Don’t pull too hard.
 
And no teeth!
 
Do you see this part?” he squeezed the shaft until the tip turned red,
“this is called the glans.
 
Now it is
very sensitive.
 
Well, it would have been
much more sensitive if my dear mother had cared more about me and not
circumcised me.”
 
Mr. Nimbin cleared his
throat and pushed his glasses up on his nose. “This,” he lightly circled the
tip with his fingers, “would be a hot bed of nerve endings and I would be
protected. All those chemicals they use in laundry detergent and cheap
underwear wouldn’t even bother me if I had my own strong foreskin.
 
But mother thought it was dirty.
 
Poor mother.
 
How would she know?
 
Anyways,
Alex, is it Alex?” Alex nodded. “If you make your hand flat, like a pancake and
pat it down, like this, mm, yes, I like that.”

“Now, this part,” he gently flicked the small ridge around
the tip, “is called the frenulum.
 
If I
still had my foreskin, this is where it would be attached.
 
You can still see the scar.”
 
Alex leaned closer to see where Mr. Nimbin
was pointing.
 
She didn’t see any markings
different from the normal red and purple veins, but she didn’t really feel like
looking too closely. “If you rub, right here on the back, with your finger,
like this,” Mr. Nimbin closed his eyes and moaned,
 
“Yes, I like that.”

Alex could feel her toes falling asleep.

“Now, don’t pay too much attention to this hole,” Mr.
Nimbin pointed to the tiny hole in the tip, “the urethra opening. One girl
tried to put her tongue down there.
 
That
is gross. That is where I urinate from.
 
My semen comes out there.
 
But
don’t worry.
 
If I am hard, there is no
way I will urinate.
 
The muscles at the
neck of the bladder contract automatically during stimulation to prevent the
urine from entering my urethra. You know, if semen does come out it is very
safe for you to swallow it. You don’t have to worry, I don’t have any
diseases.” He looked at Alex over the top of his glasses, “It’s me who should
be worried about you, eh?”

Alex smiled grimly.

“My semen is mostly protein and I don’t eat a lot of red
meat, so it should taste quite light,” Mr. Nimbin chuckled at his own joke.
“Now, this,” Alex clenched her teeth as Mr. Nimbin continued.
 
She shifted on her knees and wriggled her
toes, wondering when the anatomy lesson would end.

“Don’t think that it doesn’t have any feelings,” Mr. Nimbin
was saying, “because it does. What you do to wake it up is to tickle it with
your fingers and then grab it with both hands and squeeze, like this,” he
demonstrated for Alex. “Also, one more thing I have to tell you.”
 
Don’t even try to put your finger up my
anus.
 
I don’t like it.
 
I won’t like it.
 
I know some girls like to put their finger up
there to tease me, but I know that trick and I don’t like it.
 
I am not gay.”

Alex wanted so badly to roll her eyes at this man. Just because
a man liked a finger up his ass, did not mean he was gay.
 
She used to have a boyfriend that liked it
that way.
 
And he wasn’t gay.
 
He was an asshole. But he wasn’t gay

“Now, the scrotum is this loose pouch of skin here.
 
It contains the testicles.
 
This is where my sperm is produced.
 
So be extra careful of them.
 
They are very sensitive.
 
Squeeze them with your thumb and forefinger
like this.” He squeezed each testicle, closing his eyes to enjoy the
sensation.
 
“Ok,” Mr. Nimbin dropped his
hands and looked down at Alex. “So, now that I have given you the grand tour,
you may begin.”

At least it will be quick, Alex laughed to herself,
 
he’s already given himself a hand job.
 
She took Mr. Nimbin in her hands and got to
work.
 
He closed his eyes and leaned back
on his arms as Alex joined her thumb and her index finger in a ring and ran
them up and down squeezing the fingers together.
 
“Oh, that is nice. You are a quick
learner.
 
I like that.”

Alex interlocked her fingers together, twisting her hands as
she squeezed.
 
“Oh,” Mr. Nimbin squealed,
“what are you doing?”

“Oh, you don’t like that?”

“Well, I’m not sure. Abigail never did that, and what she
did worked every time.
 
Didn’t I show you
how to squeeze your hands?
 
I think it is
better to do it that way.
 
Of course,
dear, it might be time for you to use your mouth.
 
And I think it is about time to massage my
perineum as well. You do know where that is, don’t you?
 
Use your thumb and press it in round
circles.”

Alex knew what she wanted to do with her thumb.
  
Instead she just nodded silently and then
went back to work.
 

“Oh, you didn’t swallow?”

“I’m sorry, you came too fast.
 
I wasn’t ready.”