His name was Dick.
No, I am serious. His real name was Richard, but he went by Dick. I met him in the summer of 1994. We worked together at the penis pump company (that’s enough for an entire post on its own…it was a legitimate medical company that sold erection devices.) Dick worked in technical support and I worked in customer service and if you will recall at that time, I’d just begun my first “side hustle” as an escort.
And now that I write this, I find it ironic that both of my jobs involved sex.
Life was easy back then. My work schedule was 10:00 am-6:00 pm (the same as his) and I’d leave work, go home and get ready for any “calls” I had for the evening. I stayed pretty busy and there was little time for dating anyone, but Dick was persistent. Several times a week he would ask me out for dinner, a drink, coffee, a walk…anything.
So one night, I accepted. I decided to live a little. We went out to a downtown pub and had some drinks and appetizers. It was fun. He was a great guy. Blonde, blue-eyed, tall and lean. He was a runner and in excellent shape. And he was a good guy…squeaky clean. Not my type at all. But still, the date was going well and I enjoyed spending time with him.
And then my pager began going off. I muted it and carried on with the date. It went off again. And again. So I politely excused myself to the bathroom, found a pay phone (remember this was 1994) and called the boss, Gina.
“Where are you?” she asked. I could tell she was irritated.
“Sorry, I am on a date.” I replied.
She giggled. “Crap! I forget that you still date. Do you want to take a couple of calls for me tonight? These two have asked for you specifically.”
So I pondered it for a moment…two regulars would mean a lot of money. These two would tip well also. So I asked her to give me some time and I would make it happen.
I went back to the table and finished my drink. And made up an excuse to cut it short. Lucky for me, he bought it. We walked to my car and said, “I enjoyed this. What are you doing tomorrow night?”
I thought about it for a moment. Maybe I could pull it off…dating and working? So I smiled a devious grin, “I don’t know, Dick. What are we doing?”
He smiled, “Something fun. How about dinner and the comedy club?”
That would not work for me. It would take way too much time. So I said, “Let’s save the club for another time, tomorrow is a work night.” He agreed. And as I turned to get into my car, he laid a kiss on me that made my toes curl. This clean-cut boy clearly had some skills.
So I went home, changed clothes, packed my bag of tricks and headed out for the first call. It was Andy, one of my favorites. We always had a great time together. He was the one who liked to fuck me in front of the mirror. That night was no exception. He paid for additional time and I almost forgot about my next call. But I made it just in time.
The next regular was nothing to write home about. I loved the conversation, but the sex was mediocre. It seemed every time we saw each other, it was always mediocre. I think he wanted an escort more for the conversation than the sex. But he liked to tip.
The night was over and I was several hundred dollars richer. My thoughts reflected back to Dick. He had surprised me with that kiss. I wondered what he would be like in bed.
The next day arrived and work went by faster than usual. Before I knew it, the day was over and it was on to dinner with Dick. I’d told my “boss” Gina that I would not be available until after 9:00.
We ate at a small cafe on the river. It was nice. Romantic and charming. Dinner was delicious and the drinks were ever-flowing. I quickly found myself a bit tipsy. He could see I was feeling good and suggested we take a walk along the river walk. We held hands and strolled about on the cobblestone path. I was thankful that I’d not worn my highest heels that night.
We approached an empty park along the way. He quickly pushed me up against a tree and planted another one of those kisses on my unsuspecting lips. I could feel his desire. Actually, I could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against my body.
“Tess, I want you right here, right now. I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you. You are so damn sexy.”
I was shocked. Crisp and clean Dick had a dirty side. I liked it. Soon after, my blouse was open and my bra was off. He teased my hard nipples with his tongue.
And just as I was about to drop to my knees and show him my dirty side, my pager went off. Three times in a row.
I looked at my watch. It was 9:30. I needed to go.
“I would love to take this further, but I need to go for now.”
He backed away, defeated. “Why? Who pages you all the time?”
Oh shit, I thought…not prepared for that question, especially after so many drinks.
“I can’t explain now, but I promise, I will tell you later.”
And just like Cinderella, I fled the scene, except I didn’t leave my shoe behind…I left my bra.
I made it to a phone and got the info for the night. Luckily it turned out to be one call, an older gent. I would be in and out (no pun intended) and done for the evening. And just like that…I was.
But I needed to come up with something to tell Dick at work the next day. I thought about it as I drove home. What if I just took a couple of nights off? That way, I could put the pager down, without feeling like I was missing out. And I could focus time with him, maybe for two consecutive days. That should throw him off of my trail.
The next day at work, Dick approached me just as I was getting coffee.
Leaning against the water cooler, he inquired, “So Tess, where did you run off to last night?”
I tried to be dismissive in my response. “Well Dick, I had something to do. I am helping a friend out with some things.” I answered.
“What kind of friend?” he inquired. Peering straight through me and my bullshit.
“Her name is Gina. I’d forgotten that she needed me to look in on some of her elderly clients. She runs a home care business” Damn, that was quick! (And I came up with that gem, in the morning…before coffee?) I was quite proud of my lie.
He smiled and whispered in my ear, “I know what you do, Tess. And it’s okay. It makes me want you more.”
Then he walked away to his desk. And I stood there stunned.
I managed to avoid chatting with him until later that day when Dick sauntered over to my desk. “Where would you like to go tonight, Tessa?” he asked.
I smiled and said, “how about the comedy club?”
He smiled and said, “how about my house?”
I licked my lips and grinned, “Even better, Dick. Even better.”
He moved closer to me and said, “You do make house calls don’t you, Tess?”
I grinned and said, “I sure do, Dick. For you, I will.”
(To be continued)
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