The New Economy – Chapter 4: Budget Surplus

Lesbian story: The New Economy – Chapter 4: Budget Surplus

by Mojavejoe420

I grossed almost three thousand that first month! I was popular! My expenses were pretty good, just had to get more oil. Well, lots of oil, actually. And more loofah balls for the shower. And, well, I hadn’t seen the electricity bill yet. My washer/dryer ran every day. I paid Mark back in whole, so he and I are square. It’s good to be back on my feet again.

Oh, and I lost ten pounds! They are kind of just falling off. Mark suggested I not eat any wheat for awhile. No hamburger buns, waffles, doughnuts, rolls, toast, crackers, none of it. Shit! I love all those things! But hey, ten pounds gone already. I’ll keep it up then.

I told Mark of my exploits, I had to tell Somebody! He laughed with me at some of the goofy guys, got noticeably turned on by some of them, and expressed concern at a couple of the guys.

“The best thing to do with guys like Trevor is to just say that you aren’t available. Hopefully, he’ll get the hint.”

Trevor had some anger issues and honestly, he scared me. He got mad that we weren’t going to fuck and grabbed my arm, hard. I tried to tell him that I advertise in the Body Rub section and not the Escort section but he didn’t seem to understand. I mean, yeah, I am fucking one of my clients for money, but I’m not a Total Whore!

Hopefully, he’ll disappear. But that’s not what I want to talk about.

On this particular Wednesday, I got a text from someone who said she was a woman, and that she wondered if I did outcalls to hotels?

Mark had suggested that outcalls could be an option for me, as long as it was a nice hotel and not some fleabag in Santa Ana or something. I could charge more for it, too. Travel time, don’t ya know.

So I told this lady to call me instead of texting, I wanted to hear her voice. The phone rang immediately.

“Hello?”

“Hi, my name is Shelby,” she said quietly. “We were just texting? I was calling about Saturday?”

“Yes, hi Shelby! I can hear that you are a woman! Sorry, but I get lots of weirdos and have to make sure.”

“Oh, I guess you do. So um, my husband and I are staying at the Hilton by the beach this weekend and, well, we were wondering if you could come by sometime? Your ad doesn’t say if you do outcalls or not?”

Oh wow, I thought. her and her husband? Kinky! I’d had one semi-experience with another girl, a long time ago. It was the summer after high school, and this friend and I were feeling sorry for ourselves on Saturday night. We got drunk, cried a little, laughed a lot, then she showed me some of her dad’s porn on videotapes. We didn’t get entirely naked, but we masturbated next to each other. Then we masturbated each other, which was really fucking strange but so cool! And we kissed and felt each other’s titties. Then I threw up (in the toilet) and that pretty much ended that. We didn’t talk about it again. I was relieved but also a bit bummed as it was, I guess ‘interesting’ is the word I’m looking for.

“Okay, yeah!” I said, making up my mind. “We can do something. Well, you’ve seen my ad, so it’s just a sensual rub, not full service–”

“Oh right! No, we don’t need that. I just want a massage and my husband just wants to, um, he just wants to watch, if that’s okay.”

“Sure, fine. So being that it’s for Saturday, and an outcall, that would be…” Oh shit, what would that be? How much should I charge? Fuck, I should think about these things beforehand.

“Three hundred for the hour.” I almost said ‘How does that sound?’ but I remembered Mark’s advice: State your price with authority. They’ll pay it, or they won’t. Don’t sound wishy washy.

“Three hundred sounds great! But listen. Can we go over on the time, if we want to?”

“Sure thing uh… we can do like, an hour and a half, or whatever. I don’t have any appointments after this one.” I was thinking, what the hell am I going to do for 90 minutes? Or two hours? Holy shit!

Shelby texted me pics of their drivers licenses. She was 41, pleasant face, red hair (dyed but looked good, not stupid), 5-7 and 140 pounds. Husband Ted was 40, brown hair, decent looking, 5-10 and 180. That’s the cool thing about drivers licenses, I get all their measurements!

Saturday came around and I got ready. I had to re-Brazilian myself again, so I had that done Friday morning, hoping it would all settle down by Saturday, which it did. Shelby didn’t specify anything for me to wear, so I went to Victoria’s for some Secret stuff.

I dressed in business wear: medium blue skirt, white blouse, and blue pumps. I packed my little roller bag with my oils, candles, music speaker, and some higher heels! Mark said I shouldn’t look like a slut going in the lobby. Sounded like good advice.

Texted Shelby for the room number and made my way up to the ninth floor. In the elevator, I put my hair up in a bun, so I looked more sever. Undid a button on my blouse. Nope, one more. Okay another one. Yes! Glasses on. Now I looked like some slutty business lady I’ve seen in the porns. 936, 936, oh it’s this way. I almost knocked, then stopped myself. Glancing around to make sure nobody was there, I grabbed my nipples hard and twisted them. Come on girls, more twisting, yes, there they are! I pulled my blouse back and my nipples stuck out accordingly. Deep breath. Exhale. Relax. Knock quietly on the door.

“Hi Patience, come inside!” Shelby greeted me warmly. “This is my husband Ted, can I offer you a glass of shine? I mean, wine, chardonnay, not shine! Oh I’m so dumb!”

I giggled and hugged Shelby, and not just a quick one, but a nice long and strong hug. Then I hugged Ted almost the same way. He just smiled and kind of looked about like he didn’t know what to do next.

They sat at the two chairs at the table and I sat on the edge of the king bed. We drank our wine, we didn’t sip! I think all of us needed a little lubrication.

I took charge of the situation. “Is this your first time getting a massage?”

“Yes,” replied Shelby. “Does it show? We’re both kind of nervous!”

“Oh you guys are fine! But you do seem a little nervous. Let’s refill our glasses, and we can take our time. I’ve got all the time you need.”

“Oh stupid me!” cried Shelby. “Ted! Get the envelope!”

Ted almost knocked over both their wine glasses as he leapt up and charged over to the desk. He pulled out an envelope, then tried to hand it to me.

“Just set it down here, Ted.” I instructed, indicating next to me on the bed.

I peeked in and saw several hundred dollar bills. More than 3 which was our agreed upon price.

“There’s six hundo there, I figure two hours is good to start. We have more cash if we want to go longer, is that okay?” Shelby was so sweet. Her voice was still a little shaky, though.

I stood up and put the envelope in my rolling suitcase. Six hundred bucks! And maybe more! I tried not to rub my hands together like I usually do when I’m excited.

I sat back on the bed, then I patted the bed next to me.

“Why don’t you come sit over here, Shelby.” She sat right next to me, our legs touching. Her white capris were nice and tight on her, and the pale pink sweater was just so cute. I brushed her red hair back behind her left ear.

“Have you ever been with a woman before?” I asked gently.

Shelby’s face turned pink, a few shades darker than her sweater. She just shook her head slightly ‘no’.

“Ever kissed a woman?”

She sat for a moment, then shook her head ever so slightly again.

“But, you’re okay if that happens? I don’t want to pressure you or anything. We aren’t going to do anything you don’t want to.”

She paused, and then looked at Ted and nodded her head ‘yes’. Okay, she’s a complete newbie, and I’m just barely passed her, but she doesn’t know that.

I placed my hand on her leg and gently squeezed. “I think we’re going to have fun tonight!” and we both giggled.

“Okay, help me spread out these towels on the bed? And Ted, you light some candles, please.” I dug them out of my case. Shelby and I arranged the towels and placed some pillows nearby, too. I got out my music speaker and put on my Pandora mix of new age guitars, it’s very soothing.

I turned out the electric lights, and said to Ted, “Why don’t you help your wife get undressed, I’m going to the ladies room for a few moments. Then, honey, lay face down, your head here. And place this hand towel over your bum. I’ll be right back!”

Inside the bathroom, I took my blouse off and my bra. Then I put the blouse back on, but left it unbuttoned and just tied the ends together at the bottom. I hiked my skirt up and pulled my panties off. I sniffed them, they had a good strong scent! I changed my shoes to the much taller stripper heels and slid them over my wide-mesh stockings, held up by a pretty garter belt. I posed and turned in front of the mirror because, well, that’s what I do. I thought I looked pretty good. My “Power” nipples got hard again all by themselves. They poked through my blouse nicely.

I ran the hot water, and while I waited for it I rubbed my pussy lips a little bit, grazing my clit now and then. Mmmmm. I was going to let my hair down, but then I held off.

I wet a washcloth with the ultra-hot water, then opened the door and asked if they were ready. I got a giggly ‘yes’ from Shelby. Here we go!

I grabbed the hot cloth, my big lacy black bra and my matching lace panties and strode out into the room.

Shelby lay face down, like I said, but she didn’t have the towel on her bum. It just stuck up naked in the air, inviting me. Her head was turned so she could see Ted as I walked to him and turned away from him, facing her.

“Ted? Be a dear and pull out my hair pin?” My luscious brunette hair tumbled around my shoulders. I could hear Shelby gasp as she watched, intently.

“Thank you darling,” I said to Ted as he sat back down. “Say, can you hold this for me?” and I dropped my bra in his lap. He snatched it up and held one of the cups to his face.

“Thank you, Patience,” he mumbled. I could see his pants bulging.

I stepped over to Shelby and dropped my panties right in front of her face and nose.

“Thought you might like these?”

“Oh my God!” she squealed as she grabbed the damp panties and smashed them into her face, breathing in deeply. I smiled and laid the hot washcloth right on the crack of her ass. I knew she would be clean, so this was just for shock value and pleasure.