Reputational Notoriety

As we walked to the foot of the stairs, Melody quickly picked her thong up off the floor. She straightened it out, folded it in two and closed her left hand around it. I looked at her curiously.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" she asked.

"No reason, I'm enthralled by you and the things you do," I said.

"What, like picking my knickers up off the floor before I go to bed?" she asked curiously.

"Not just that, Melody," I said, "you're a very nuanced woman."

She hugged me and we climbed the stairs that way. I could tell by her demeanour she was mulling that over. I led her to my bedroom, showing her the bathroom as we passed it by. She nodded her head.

"You're quiet, love, are you ok?" I asked.

"Let's get into bed, Billy."

I drew the covers back and she slipped seductively under them. I climbed in beside her, worried that I'd pissed her off in some way. I laid my head on the pillow. She gently stroked my chest with her hand as I brushed mine across her soft backside. I could tell she was a bit distracted. Her eyes were firmly focused on the movements of her hand, like she was trying to avoid looking at me. In an instant, something stirred inside her and she threw her arms around me, pulling me to her. She stroked my back. I was braced for whatever she was about to say.

"I'm so happy you asked me to stay, Billy."

I turned her on her side so I could look into her eyes and hold her.

"I'm happy you're here, Melody," I said, "but you seem to have something on your mind."

"No, I just want... " I stopped her.

"Let me say what I was going to say first, ok?" I said.

"Ok."

"I want to just say that you've made me so happy these few days since we met," I began. "I realise that I'm a lot older than you, but I have no expectations. I love your company and your vivacity, and I treasure the memory of the times we share and the miraculous beauty of our intimacy and interaction. If it was to end this minute, I would be very sad, but I would completely understand, and you'd always retain a special place in my heart."

"What?" she almost screamed.

"I'm giving you an out, if you need one."

"Why would I fucking need a fuckingout, Billy?" she asked.

"I, ehm, I just thought that's where you were heading with your thought process," I said.

"Fuck that, Billy," she said, "you're not getting rid ofme. I'm going fucking nowhere, and neither are you, you little fucker."

"Great, that's fantastic, Melody, I'm fucking thrilled. So tell me whatison your mind."

"Ok, I'll try. I saw my knickers on the floor downstairs, and I realised something that had never occurred to me before," she said quietly.

"The floor was dirty?" I asked with a grin.

"Be serious for a second."

"Ok," I said, brushing a stray hair from her eyes.

"Usually, guys,clients, tell me what they want me to wear before fucking me. To satisfy some kink, or something they need, to put themselves in a superior place, or to put me inmyplace. It used to be that they'd try and tear it off me, until I came up with a kind of a striptease."

I touched her face, and she kissed me.

"Why do you feel a need to do that, Melody?" I asked, "is it to try and make them aware of the fact that you're a human being and not a toy that deserves no respect?"

"No... Well there might be alittleof that, Billy."

"What then?" I asked.

"Because some of that lingerie is fucking expensive, and some of these pricks have no idea of how to take it off," she said.

I laughed and she slapped my chest.

"It's not funny."

"I know. I apologise."

"So, I come over here tonight, and you say you want me naked, wearing just a thong," she said.

"To be honest, Melody," I said, "you hit me with that out of the blue, I just mentioned the thong because I felt an obligation to say something and couldn't think of anything else."

"I get that now. That's why I was examining my knickers. They're still in one piece, Billy, you justmagickedthem off me," she said.

"Don't add that to my superpower list," I said.

"Another thing I need to say," she said, "what we did downstairs was the most mind-blowing thing I've ever done."

"Really?"

"Yes, I had a little striptease dance planned. I was going to seduce you. Instead you gave me a lesson that I didn't know I needed."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be, I shouldn't have assumed you were like the other 99% of the morons out there, because you're not."

"Ok, that's fair enough," I said.

"So tell me," she said, "what exactlydoyou like?"

"Ok, well I don't like the use of nylon stockings for sexual purposes, for a start," I said.

"Really? Why the fuck not? Most men love them."

"I don't mean the stockings that women use for everyday wear. I mean the tarty fishnet ones that stop just above the knee. I just think they've become part of the working escort uniform, so to speak," I said. "When I was looking through the website the first time, I automatically eliminated the profiles of any of the women wearing them."

"I wear them sometimes, it's a harmless little kink, why do you object to them so much?" she asked.

"Because it forces women to dress to a level that is far beneath them."

She smiled and kissed me again.

"You don't like lingerie either, do you?" she said then.

"I love lingerie, Melody," I said, "but not that open crotch, sadomasochistic stuff that a lot of people think that everyone else likes."

"What kind of lingeriedoyou like?" she asked.

"Something soft and feminine is more my style. Your thong this evening, that was such a turn on for me because you wore it beautifully. You have the figure and the allure for it, many women don't," I said, "I'm sorry if you felt dismissed or treated with no respect."

"Billy, I hadmy comeliterally running down my legs. That doesn't ever happen if there no respect or affection."

"I know. I'll nip out to the shops in the morning and get a new mop."

She rolled on to her back and laughed.

"I'll tell you what," she said, "Let's go downstairs and eat some of that food, we can talk in bed afterwards,or not, fingers crossed."

I got out of bed while she walked to the bathroom.

"Will you be an angel, Billy, and throw my bag up to me please?" she said.

I brought it up and handed it to her as she disappeared into the bathroom while I made my way to the kitchen. She joined me thirty minutes, or so, later. She was barefoot and wore a dark purple satin robe, held closed with a satin tie. She just blithely walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the island as I warmed the food. I made two place settings and pulled another stool opposite hers. I did the lazy thing and just left the food in the trays in a buffet style.

"Help yourself, Melody," I said, "it may be a little on the hot side."

"Thanks. I love your bathroom, Billy," she said, "that shower has great pressure."

"You showered?" I asked.

"Yes, I was covered in my own come, worth it, though," she said, as she spooned a forkful of chicken and rice into her mouth.

"Is the food ok?" I asked.

"It's great, it's a lot better than my usual place."

"Oh! I meant to ask you. How did it go with Amelia?" I said.

"Amelie, Billy," she corrected me again.

"Excuse me, how did it go with Amelie?"

"I was going to ask for your advice on that," she said, "it was a little weird."

"How so?" I asked.

"She has a client who wants to see her in a couple of weeks' time," she said, "but she doesn't have the time for the appointment."

"Did she say why?"

"No, she just waved it off when I asked."

"She must have a good reason, what does she want you to do?" I asked.

"She wants me to take the appointment. It's a full day out at a racecourse in Leopardstown and an overnight at his hotel in Ballsbridge," she said, "it's a sixteen-hour shift."

"Did she mention the fee?"

"€12K and an extra grand an hour after the time expires."

"How did that strike you?" I asked.

"It gave me the horn, to be honest."

"What are your concerns then?"

"I wonder why she's giving me this great client. Why doesn't she look after it herself?" she mused.

"It might be as simple as she's double booked, or maybe she's already in retirement mode in her head and hasn't got the enthusiasm, if that's the right word, for it anymore."

"It could be anything, I suppose," she said.

"It could also be a test for you, Melody, to see if you can handle clients like this."

"Why?"

"She obviously has a liking for you, and we know that she is going to retire soon enough. Maybe she sees you as her successor and is guiding your path by introducing you to her wealthier clients."

"You think so?" she asked.

"Don't you?"

"I don't know what to think," she said.

"The answer lies somewhere within those explanations, I expect," I said, "do you doubt your ability to handle them?"

"I don't need to worry about the fucking part of it, I could do that blindfold," she said, "I often have, in fact."

She burst out laughing.

"It's my own thing, really," she said, looking a little doubtful.

We had finished eating, so I cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink. She was still a little down, apparently lacking the confidence to take the step up.

"You know, Melody," I said, taking her hand, "I can give you a hundred examples, but this one is probably the most relevant. A good friend of mine had a son who was in a very good little band. They played all over Ireland and built up a big following, they tried their luck in the UK and had a good level of success and interest there too. They wrote and recorded an album, which I have here somewhere, and they made some small money selling it in shops and at gigs. They did Radio and Television interviews, and they were absolutely flying.

They then played a small festival in the north of Spain and were spotted by an agent who works for Bruce Springsteen. Bruce was about to go on a North American Tour, playing 35 Stadium gigs with potential crowds averaging 80,000 people. There was the further potential of being selected to play on the greater World Tour, which was to follow on immediately afterwards. The lads met with Bruce's representatives and were asked to consider a contractual payment of two million US dollars for taking part in the gigs. They were flying, they were excited, it was a dream come true. They were due to attend a contract meeting in the Four Seasons Hotel in London where they'd ink the deal. They never even got on the plane."

"Why not, Billy?" Melody asked.

"They feared taking that final step up," I said, "it's happened a million times and will happen again."

"What did they do?" she asked.

"They just faded away into oblivion. If they'd had a contract stuck in their face at that first meeting, they'd have been forced to follow through on it. They had a few weeks to think about it, and that final step up became the size of Mount Everest in their minds. You're at that first meeting now, Melody. Don't let it slip and don't let it overwhelm you. Do whatIdo, say thank you and cobble together some kind of a plan to make it work foryou."

"You're right," she said, "but I look at her and she's miles above me in her style and the way she acts."

"That's why she gets the big paydays, Melody," I said, "but you could learn that quite quickly."

"You think so?"

"I know so, in fact, I'll help you organise yourself for it, if you wish," I said.

"Fuck it, Billy, you're right," she said with a smile, "shake my hand, you can guide me."

I shook her hand.

"Now let's go upstairs and fuck our brains out to celebrate."

When we reached the bedroom, she closed the door behind us and dimmed the lights. She walked slowly towards me and wrapped her arms around me, pulling me in for a deep and soulful kiss. My arms went around her, and the smooth material of her robe caused my penis to awaken and reach full erectness immediately. She took her lips away from me and whispered into my mouth.

"I want you to fuck me bareback, Billy. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel every vein, throb and flex of your naked cock in my pussy."

She took my lips prisoner again and slipped her robe off. She was wearing her black thong again. I let my hands wander to the brief triangle of lace just above her bum.

"I want you to take it off me again, Billy, and don't tear them, they're my lucky knickers now."

She dropped to her knees then and took the head of my penis in her mouth. The condoms were left in her bag, I assumed. She was serious about this. She swirled the tip around her mouth, involving her tongue as it softly curled around the head completely, sending electric shock right through me.

I felt myself toppling backwards after a gentle shove from her. She climbed above me, my penis still between her lips and my hands agitatedly running through her soft, blonde hair. She looked up at me as she stimulated my penis, her big blue eyes watching for my every reaction. I held up one finger on each hand and made a motion for her to change direction to a 69 position.

She released my penis and kissed all around it, down the shaft and around my scrotum before taking one of my testicles in her mouth and administering an intensely sensuous, sucking and licking regimen that had me crawling the walls. She released it and then kissed and licked the skin of my groin, all around the area of my genitals. It was mind-blowing and caused me to groan continuously. She lifted her head and smiled,

"Gotcha," she whispered, and kissed her way to my chest, turning around and straddling my face with her legs.

I slid my hands along her legs as they reached to caress her bum, sliding them under the lace of her thong and easing her hips downwards to my lips. A black lace string was all that covered her vulva as it nestled alluringly between the lips of her labia. I eased it to one side, noting how wet it was, and touched my tongue to the soft, pink petals of her vulva, taking one of the lips between mine and sucking it gently into my mouth.

"Fuck, Billy, that's so good," she breathed, as she ground her vulva into my face.

I switched to the other side, and this allowed me search for the opening to her vagina with my tongue. I turned my head slightly and slipped my tongue inside her, I held it still and then began to flex it gently. She tried to lift off me but my hands on her bum held her in place. She was almost bouncing on my face as she felt her journey to orgasm begin. She took my penis deep in her mouth and her hands gripped the backs of my thighs. A small dribble of the most sensual, viscous pale fluid found my tongue and chin as it almost oozed from inside her, causing a low, agonised sob from within.

She quickly lifted off me and turned on her back, as she moved and turned, I slipped her thong off and followed her movement, my tongue finding her vulva once again. I quickly turned and knelt on the floor. I worshiped at her beautiful vagina, her breathing became ragged and a high pitch moan, accompanied by a deluge of clear, sweet tasting and musk hued liquid signalled the arrival of a torrid orgasm as it ripped through her and sent her into orbit.

I kept my tongue in place, softening it exponentially to try and aid her as her convulsions slowly ebbed. It seemed to have the effect of reigniting her arousal as she cried out and found my shoulders with her feet as she levered herself upwards in an agonised plea for less and more simultaneously. I ceased my ministry of her beautiful, sensitive, and reactive vagina as she clung to my hands and squeezed my head between her thighs. She flopped gently on the bed, and I took her in my arms, soothing her and whispering words of gentle succour in her ear. A soft sigh fought through her breathless chest, and she reached for me, holding me close. She kissed me and whispered into my mouth,

"I'm never going to get used to this, am I, Billie Eyelash?"

I laughed and she smiled happily before closing her eyes, succumbing to the onslaught of sleep. It was dark outside, and it was late, so I switched the lights off and slept beside her.

I woke next morning to a sunny day. It was warm and cosy in the bedroom as we lay under the covers. Melody slept soundly and I didn't wish to disturb her, but I needed coffee and a smoke. I slid silently out of the bed, finishing up on my hands and knees on the floor so as not to make waves as I exited the bed. I tiptoed around the room picking up my clothes, and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt as I walked carefully down the stairs. I lit a smoke, set the coffee on to percolate, and sat in an armchair to relax into the day.

I thought back to our conversation of the previous evening and I took a notebook and pen from the office, returning to the kitchen to make some notes. I was on my second smoke and cup of coffee with two pages filled with notes, when Melody walked into the room, naked. She smiled as she stretched out.

"Coffee?" I asked.

She nodded at me.

"Toast or something?" I asked again.

"Please."

"Rare? Medium rare?"

"Any shade of brown will be great, Billy," she said, padding over to me in her bare feet.

She leaned in against me and turned her face to me.

"Hi," she said and kissed me, "what's that you're writing?"

"I'm jotting down a few thoughts, Melody, that's all."

"Is it a journal or a diary? Can I read it?" she asked.

"It's neither," I said, "it's a couple of pages of notes about what we were talking about last night."

"Ooh! Can I read it please?" she almost begged.

"Certainly, knock yourself out," I said.

She sat in the chair and read through it quickly. Then she read it again. She was still engrossed in it when I handed her the coffee and toast.

"There quite a bit involved in all this elite crap, isn't there," she said.

"It's a big step alright and you have to construct an image."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I've covered a lot of it in those notes," I said. "But I need to do a bit of research as to the finer details."

I sat on the sofa, and she came to join me. I felt myself becoming aroused as I watched her ambling naked across the floor. She noticed it as she sat down.

"The west's awake," she said.

"That's your fault."

"Just keeping him on his toes."

She skarfed down her coffee and demolished the last of her toast.

"Why is your toast so much nicer than mine?" she asked.

"Because I don't use processed bread."

She stood up and looked at me.

"I hope you're not going to do that stretching thing you did a few minutes ago," I said.

"Why?" she asked lazily.

"Because you nearly gave me a fucking stroke."

"No, I'm going to have a quick shower, if that's ok," she said.

"Help yourself."

"I'll meet you in the bedroom so we can sort that horn out for you," she said. "Bring your notes and we can discuss them."

An hour later I was lying on my back, totally out of breath with Melody stroking my chest, looking like the cat who got the cream, literally.

"What's the verdict, Billy boy? Do I give great head or what?" she asked.

"How do you fucking do that?" I gasped.

"A woman has to have her little wiles, you know."

"Should you be doing that uncovered?" I said.

"I love your cock, Billy. I don't do that foranyoneelse, and I won't ever do it differently with you. So stop fucking complaining, Sheesh! Men. You're never fucking happy."

"I know, sorry.'" I said, "I won't mention it again."

"Besides, your come tastes lovely, they should call a flavour of ice cream after it," she laughed, "imagine the marketing department trying to think up a name for that."

"You should write your thesis on that," I said, "I'd love to see the reaction of the lecturer."