Doctor's Delight
Chapter 1
“Good morning, this is Justin’s Escort Agency. I’m Helen, how may I help you?”
Cherry froze at the female voice. Oh God, this was it! This was the Escort Agency! She swallowed hard. “Is this – is this the male escort agency?”
“Yes it is. How may I help you?”
Cherry bit her lip and fisted one hand in the soft material of her skirt. Can I do this? Can I really hire a man to de-virgin me?
Frizz, her tabby male cat, stared at her out of big, golden eyes. Cherry almost felt like she was too dirty for him to look at, so she turned her back on him while winding the cord around her finger. Great, now she was facing the inquisitive little face of Sugar, her tabby female cat.
“Hello? Are you there?” Helen’s voice resonated with warmth. Maybe she was used to nervous virgins ringing up for men.
“Ah yes.” Cherry cleared her throat. “I’m here.”
“Are you looking for an escort, ma’am?”
The million dollar question. Was she looking for a male prostitute? The million dollar answer – apparently. “I – yes.” Taking a deep breath, Cherry tried to calm her galloping heart. “What do you have on offer?” And cringed. Did I really ask that? Oh my sweet Aunt.
There was humor in Helen’s voice. “It depends on what you’re looking for in an escort.”
Cherry somehow didn’t think answering “a penis,” would be the correct thing to say. “Ummm…first off, what do you charge?”
“Different rates for different services, Ms...?”
“Jones.” Cherry immediately wanted to kick herself. Jones? How fake was ‘Jones’? How many desperate women have passed themselves off as ‘Jones’, and look, I’ve just joined the queue!
Helen didn’t miss a beat. “Well, Ms Jones, what kind of service are you after? Escort for a dinner? Escort for a few hours of pleasure? Escort for the night? Dinner and the night? A party?”
“There’re that many choices?”
“Justine’s Escort Agency caters to every need.”
“Every need?”
“Every need.”
“Ah.”
Helen tried again. Give the woman top marks for patience. “Ms Jones, perhaps we could start with how long do you want the escort for?”
How long would it take to deflower a nervous, plus-sized virgin? “Ah…”
“Do you want gentle handling, something a little rougher?”
“Rougher?”
There was silence for several seconds, and when Helen spoke again, her tone was kinder. “Ms Jones, forgive me for being personal, but is this your first time?”
“Yes.” On both accounts. First time to hire a male prostitute and first time for sex. The first was new, the second was pathetic, and Helen certainly didn’t need to know about that second detail.
“No problems.” Helen was so friendly now that Cherry almost expected her to magically hand her a cup of tea through the phone and sit her down for a chat. “First things first. Our men are all health checked regularly. All use protection and bring their own condoms to the meetings.”
Cherry had a vision of a bunch of hunks sitting around the boardroom table with their packets of condoms (ribbed for your pleasure) on the table before them. Then she realized the meeting meant the meeting between escort and client. Client, that didn’t sound bad. That sounded better than desperate and lonely. “Uh huh,” she said.
“You can hire the escort for the evening, the night, or by the hour.”
“They’re that fast?”
There was total silence on the other end before Helen said a little more slowly, “It depends what you’re after.”
“Sex.” Cherry turned even redder under Sugar’s wide eyes. “Just…sex.”
“Are you into fast sex, Ms Jones? Because we have some excellent escorts here who can bring you to orgasm in no time.”
“Ah…fast sex.” Cherry thought hard. How fast did one need to be at sex? Was half an hour long enough? An hour? Ten minutes? Cripes, what if she was frigid? That could take hours.
“Ms Jones?” Helen probed delicately.
“Ah…no fast sex. But no slow sex, either.” I think. “Normal sex.”
“Normal sex,” Helen repeated. “No specific time limit then?”
“Time limit?”
“Everyone is different, Ms Jones.” Helen laughed lightly. “You are such a kidder!”
“Oh yeah, kidder, that’s me.” Cherry ran one hand over her damp forehead and desperately dragged up her mental plan. “What’s the general rate and time for a meeting in a hotel room?”
“Good morning, this is Justin’s Escort Agency. I’m Helen, how may I help you?”
Cherry froze at the female voice. Oh God, this was it! This was the Escort Agency! She swallowed hard. “Is this – is this the male escort agency?”
“Yes it is. How may I help you?”
Cherry bit her lip and fisted one hand in the soft material of her skirt. Can I do this? Can I really hire a man to de-virgin me?
Frizz, her tabby male cat, stared at her out of big, golden eyes. Cherry almost felt like she was too dirty for him to look at, so she turned her back on him while winding the cord around her finger. Great, now she was facing the inquisitive little face of Sugar, her tabby female cat.
“Hello? Are you there?” Helen’s voice resonated with warmth. Maybe she was used to nervous virgins ringing up for men.
“Ah yes.” Cherry cleared her throat. “I’m here.”
“Are you looking for an escort, ma’am?”
The million dollar question. Was she looking for a male prostitute? The million dollar answer – apparently. “I – yes.” Taking a deep breath, Cherry tried to calm her galloping heart. “What do you have on offer?” And cringed. Did I really ask that? Oh my sweet Aunt.
There was humor in Helen’s voice. “It depends on what you’re looking for in an escort.”
Cherry somehow didn’t think answering “a penis,” would be the correct thing to say. “Ummm…first off, what do you charge?”
“Different rates for different services, Ms...?”
“Jones.” Cherry immediately wanted to kick herself. Jones? How fake was ‘Jones’? How many desperate women have passed themselves off as ‘Jones’, and look, I’ve just joined the queue!
Helen didn’t miss a beat. “Well, Ms Jones, what kind of service are you after? Escort for a dinner? Escort for a few hours of pleasure? Escort for the night? Dinner and the night? A party?”
“There’re that many choices?”
“Justine’s Escort Agency caters to every need.”
“Every need?”
“Every need.”
“Ah.”
Helen tried again. Give the woman top marks for patience. “Ms Jones, perhaps we could start with how long do you want the escort for?”
How long would it take to deflower a nervous, plus-sized virgin? “Ah…”
“Do you want gentle handling, something a little rougher?”
“Rougher?”
There was silence for several seconds, and when Helen spoke again, her tone was kinder. “Ms Jones, forgive me for being personal, but is this your first time?”
“Yes.” On both accounts. First time to hire a male prostitute and first time for sex. The first was new, the second was pathetic, and Helen certainly didn’t need to know about that second detail.
“No problems.” Helen was so friendly now that Cherry almost expected her to magically hand her a cup of tea through the phone and sit her down for a chat. “First things first. Our men are all health checked regularly. All use protection and bring their own condoms to the meetings.”
Cherry had a vision of a bunch of hunks sitting around the boardroom table with their packets of condoms (ribbed for your pleasure) on the table before them. Then she realized the meeting meant the meeting between escort and client. Client, that didn’t sound bad. That sounded better than desperate and lonely. “Uh huh,” she said.
“You can hire the escort for the evening, the night, or by the hour.”
“They’re that fast?”
There was total silence on the other end before Helen said a little more slowly, “It depends what you’re after.”
“Sex.” Cherry turned even redder under Sugar’s wide eyes. “Just…sex.”
“Are you into fast sex, Ms Jones? Because we have some excellent escorts here who can bring you to orgasm in no time.”
“Ah…fast sex.” Cherry thought hard. How fast did one need to be at sex? Was half an hour long enough? An hour? Ten minutes? Cripes, what if she was frigid? That could take hours.
“Ms Jones?” Helen probed delicately.
“Ah…no fast sex. But no slow sex, either.” I think. “Normal sex.”
“Normal sex,” Helen repeated. “No specific time limit then?”
“Time limit?”
“Everyone is different, Ms Jones.” Helen laughed lightly. “You are such a kidder!”
“Oh yeah, kidder, that’s me.” Cherry ran one hand over her damp forehead and desperately dragged up her mental plan. “What’s the general rate and time for a meeting in a hotel room?”