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“So, we’re a week away from you-know-what. Are you getting excited?” my friend asks.
“Why would I get excited? It’s work,” I say.
“Because of her,” my other friend says.
“I’ll admit, she’s sexy, and I’ve loved touching her,” I reply. “But it’s still a job. You guys go there for fun.”
“That we do,” my friend says. “But I’ve seen you in relationships with women, and you’ve never looked at them how you look at this one.”
“I don’t even know her name,” I tell them as I finish the candied Brussel sprouts with bacon.
“So? You know a lot more about her that matters.”
“I do?” I ask.
“Yes. You know how she feels when you touch her, how she smells, what she looks like, how she tastes, how she sounds when she comes,” my friend replies.
“You guys know what she looks like and how she sounds, too. Are you excited about seeing her?”
My friend laughs a little and says, “We aren’t exactly paying attention to you when you watch us, you know? It’s more that we know you’re there, but we’re pretty focused on each other. Honestly, she’s nice on the eyes, though, and yes, we would like to see her there again.”
“You want to, too,” her wife tells me, finishing her pie.
“I know,” I admit. “I think I’m downplaying it because I’m trying not to think about it.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s no guarantee she’ll want me this time. She can have her pick of anyone there,” I say.
“She’s chosen you twice, and a lot of people have their regulars.”
“It’s weird thinking of her as a regular… It’s weird thinking about me being paid for sex, period.”
“Well, you don’t have to. We–”
“Not again,” I say.
“Fine. But even if we don’t give or loan you money, you said you only needed a few months.”
“Things have changed. I think I need to keep doing this for a while.”
My friend’s eyebrow lifts, and she says, “And this had nothing to do with the gorgeous woman you get to fuck when you’re there?”
“Babe…” her wife says.
I finish my pie quickly and push the plate away.
“It’s both,” I say.
“What happens when you’ve got the money you need? Will you stop coming?”
“That was the plan.”
“Was?” my friend asks.
“I don’t know.” I sigh. “I want to… I’ve never just fucked someone before, so I don’t know. And I’ve never been paid for sex before, so I don’t know. I just know how it feels when I touch her, and everything else aside, it feels really fucking good.”
“Then, do it again on Saturday,” my friend suggests.
