The Plan (5 page)

Not only had I never been with a girl, I
had never cum with anything in my vagina. I always had to rub my clit. I felt
Janine tugging at my sides, begging me to lit up for a moment. When I lifted
off her pelvic area she grabbed my tits, massaging them and pinching my
nipples. I returned the favor by taking my hand and rubbing her clit while
Thomas continued to penetrate her.

I watched Thomas
’
s huge cock thump into Janine
’
s vagina as I continued to rub her clit;
her wet tongue massag
ed my pussy and she
squeezed my nipples. I was about to explode. I could hear Janine
’
s groans get louder and louder as she
continued to lick me. Something about her groaning got to me. Her moaning
increased in volume and speed. I knew she was about to cum and it excited me to
the point I started squirting my juice into her mouth
—
no holding it back. I plastered her face with
my fluid.

Within seconds, Janine started shouting,
“
Oh, yes . . . Oh, yes . . .
”
She starting cumming and, like a chain
reaction, Thomas pulled out his cock and for a second time he blew his load,
spraying a fair amount upon Janine
’
s
stomach.

Out of breath, I was panting as my whole
body shook. I rolled off Janine
’
s
face and fell face down on the bed beside her. She smacked my ass and shouted,
“
Now, that
’
s what I
’
m talking about, girl!
”

Thomas took a towel and started wiping his
sperm off Janine
’
s stomach.
Then he unfastened the straps, freeing her arms and her legs. He slipped on his
boxers, walked into the kitchen area, turned on the light, opened the
refrigerator and said,
“
Who
wants a beer?
”

A beer,
I
thought . . .
are you crazy?
Coffee is more like it.
But I did
not say anything. I just laid there, numb all over.

***

A knock on the door woke me up from my
orgasm hangover. Janine sat up, wrapped the sheet around her chest and said,
“
It can
’
t be. He
’
s not scheduled to be here until the
weekend.
”

“
Who?
”
Thomas asked.

“
Harvey,
”
Janine replied.

My heart pounded as if on a caffeine
overdose.

You got to be kidding me.

 
I
jumped up, snatched my T-shirt and quickly pulled it over my head.

“
Who
’
s Harvey?
”
Thomas inquired as he took a sip of his
beer.

“
A client . . . he
’
s an asshole . . . thinks he owns me and
can come to my apartment without my consent,
”
Janine said as she stood up, fully wrapped
in the sheet.

“
I
’
ll handle him,
”
Thomas said as he started to walk to the
door.

Janine ran and intercepted Thomas before
he could get to the door.
“
Let
me handle him,
”
she
said.
“
He
’
s fucking crazy. You never know what he
’
ll do.
”

“
I
’
m not afraid of him,
”
Thomas responded.

“
It
’
s not that . . . he
’
s one of our biggest clients and Madam Elaine
will not like it if you beat the shit out of him,
”
Janine replied.
“
You two go into the spare room, I
’
ll get rid of him.
”

Thomas shrugged and started walking to the
kitchen to enter the room where I was staying.
“
All right babe, but if you need me, just
give me the word and I
’
ll be
on him like white on rice.
”

Janine went to the door and turned, seeing
me standing there.
“
Stay
right there, I can say that you
’
re a
friend from out of town and that he can
’
t come in. That will get rid of him for
sure. He doesn
’
t
like people he doesn
’
t
know.
”

Holding my panties, I realized that it
would look weird if he saw me with my underwear in my hand, so I stepped over
to the bed and stuffed them under a pillow, and then I quickly skipped into the
kitchen.

Janine peeked through the peephole.
“
Just great,
”
she replied. She turned to me and said,
“
Tell Thomas, the asshole is here. I need
him to handle him.

3

The Proposal

Confused
and perplexed with her request, I told Thomas what she said and without
hesitation, Thomas came to the door. I was clueless and had no idea what was
going to happen, but I feared the worst.

    
I grabbed my flat iron from the kitchen
counter and rushed into the spare room. I waited a few minutes before stepping
out to see what was going on. Thomas had his back to me.

As it turned out, the
“
asshole
”
at the door was not Harvey Goldman. It was
the neighbor, complaining about the racket; he said he did not enjoy listening
to Thomas and Janine
’
s
noisy sexcapades. I couldn
’
t
help but smile as I listened to him rambling on, shouting, mumbling and cursing
as he recalled all the times he had been awoken or annoyed by their noisy
activities.

I listened for a few minutes and then I
left them to it, quickly losing interest in what he had to say. I was relieved
as I returned to my room to finally get some sleep.

***

I woke about six in the morning. Janine
was still asleep in bed and there was no sign of Thomas. I left quietly, hailed
a cab and went to my hotel to get a shower and to spruce up after my busy
night. Riding in a cab was part of my cover, but there was no way I was going
to get into another nasty taxicab, unless I absolutely had to, so I found a local
car dealer and bought a car.
 
I paid cash
for a beautiful and brand new, cherry red, Convertible. I didn
’
t know much about cars, but I knew what I
liked and I loved this. With the top down and my sunglasses in place, I looked
like a celebrity as I drove off in style.

I drove to a supermarket to do some
grocery shopping. I quickly realized that my car did not have much storage
space, but I figured I could always buy a Hummer. It wasn
’
t like I didn
’
t have the money. After a joy ride down
the Vegas strip, turning heads and getting lots of attention, I parked the car
at the hotel. I put away my groceries and
—
regrettably
—
hailed a cab to take me back to Janine
’
s flat.

It was just after 1:30pm when I arrived.
Janine was sitting outside on her balcony, looking serene in the sunshine.
There was an array of fruits and cheeses on the table beside her, along with
crystal cups and saucers and a pot of coffee.

Before I had sat down, Janine greeted me.
“
You got up early,
”
she said.

“
I
hope I didn
’
t
wake you,
”
I
apologized.

“
You
didn
’
t wake me up. Thomas went
for a run and he said that when he came back you were already gone.
”

“
Job hunting,
”
I
replied.
“
Gotta
find a job and somewhere to live.
”

I fixed myself a plate of fruit and cheese
as Janine poured me a cup of coffee.
“
You
can stay here as long as you like.
”
She
handed me the crystal saucer and coffee cup and asked,
“
So where are you looking?
”

I was not sure what she was referring to,
the job or an apartment, so I said,
“
Looking
for what?
”

“
A
job,
”
she replied.

“
I don
’
t
know, maybe the Coyote Ugly,
”
I
answered.

“
Tips
are good, but it takes a toll on your body . . . all that dancing and standing
on your feet. Take it from me, it can be exhausting.
”

“
I
’
ll try anything,
”
I said, trying to sound desperate.

Janine snatched a strawberry from her
plate, immersed it into a
fruit dip
and
slowly and seductively placed it in her mouth. She was chewing it when she
asked,
“
Did
you enjoy last night?
”

Smiling with pleasure, I responded,
“
I sure did . . . how
‘
bout you?
”

Still chewing the strawberry, she smiled
back and said,
“
Oh,
yeah.
”
She
took another strawberry and dipped it, she paused before placing it in her
mouth. She stared at me with an intense look in her eyes and said,
“
Have you considered doing it for a living?
”

“
Doing
what?
”
I
asked, blowing into my cup to cool down my coffee before taking another sip.

“
Sex,
”
she calmly replied.

I knew that if I came across as too
confident, I would appear arrogant. My fear was that Janine would take it the
wrong way and not consider me for working at the
Cat
Tails Lounge
, so I decided to act shy and introverted, using reverse
psychology to lure her.

“
I
’
m
 
no prostitute,
”
I
said.

Shaking her head she emphatically replied,
“
No, no, no, I
’
m not talking
‘
bout a street walker, that
’
s not safe. I
’
m talking about an escort.
”

With a slight and intentional hesitation,
I took out a cigarette, lit it, exhaled a puff of smoke and said,
“
I don
’
t know. I wouldn
’
t know the first thing about doing
something like that.
”

“
Let
me make a proposal,
”
Janine
said as she lit her cigarette.
“
Let
’
s say I can introduce you to Madam Elaine,
the owner of The Cat Tails Lounge, I can convince her to hire you. What would
say to that?
”

Last night, while drinking at the Coyote
Ugly Saloon, I asked Janine what she did for a living. She told me she worked
for a dating service and her job was to make men happy. But she never told me
where she worked. Of course, I already knew all about The Cat Tails Lounge and
Madam Elaine Dungy, thanks to Alex. If I was going to get revenge with Harvey
Goldman, I needed this job.

“
And
why would Madam . . .
”
I
paused intentionally, pretending I did not remember her name directly after
Janine said it.

“
Elaine,
”
Janine inserted.