*Author's note - Any resemblance to anyone in real life or real life situations is by sheer coincidence. This is a work of fiction. This is what I have saved, lost the first section.
Jim's time on this earth is now measured in minutes, hours and days. His heart is starting to slow, as is the rest of his body and soul. His movements are not of a man in his forties, but of a man of at least twice his age. His soul is tired of fighting to survive. Every breath is an effort. Jim is ready to cross to the other side. It is hard to see him
suffer like this, emotionally, physically and psychologically. He is my world, my everything. It is and will be hard to let him go, but I want him to be at peace, free of pain and suffering.
Yesterday Jim slept almost the entire day, he only woke to visit the bathroom and the occasional refrigerator raid. At least he still has a bit of an appetite, but as days go by his hunger grows less and less as if preparing itself for his next phase of life, death. His body is shutting down, bit by bit.
I just left his room, Jim's breathing is becoming very labored and shallow as is his blood pressure. His departure has come, his time has come to leave this world and pass to a wonderful paradise. The doctor is on her way, but I
doubt she will make it here before Jim passes on. Joining the doctor will be the funeral director, Alice and the visiting nurse that Alice had called. I phoned Alice to let her know that I would not be able to make our appointment, but she was already on her way to the café, so she will be coming here directly.
Evidently unbeknownst to me Jim had secretly had made funeral arrangements shortly after he discovered about his heart problems. He had also taken out a small life insurance policy, to pay bills until I am able to get on my feet. Jim was always a wonderful man, putting others first before himself. If someone asked him to jump, to save another
life, he would. He was the least selfish, self-centered person I know. He is a tender, sensitive man, at the same time a manly man. He has never been afraid to get his hands dirty. Who know how many hours he has lived in the
garage, tinkering on either the car, or his baby, his motorcycle. His Cagiva Elefant 900.
All I can do now is sit by Jim's side, make sure he is comfortable, caress him and hold his hand. Even though he is suffering, he still has such a beautiful smile on his face. He has never been one to complain, even when
in extreme pain. He tells me once he passes, that he wants to be cremated and his ashes scattered along the Rocky Mountains. He had always dreamed of when he retired getting a cabin in the Rocky Mountains, away from the crazy
European city life. Away from the rush, smog, the crowds. My dearest Jim, you are only moments away from your paradise. You will soon feel those fresh breezes that you so crave and desire.
Alice and the hospice nurse she called arrive after the doctor and funeral director leave. Alice is stunning and looking elegant as always. From her well-styled hair, which always looks like she's just walked out of
the salon, always wearing the current fashion or the trendsetter to her perfectly pedicured feet. She is naturally beautiful, the envy of all women, and is not in short supply of adoring men. She sends the nurse on her way, her services are no longer needed.
She leans towards me, in practically a whisper, "I need your assistance on a project in the States. I need information for an magazine article for some journals in Asia. They want information on some off the beaten path
resorts, in Middle America. The citizens have limited access to information from the Western Hemisphere. Please respect the fact that any information may or may not be censored."
My question to her "But my role in this? How, when, where and why me?"
"Because you are able to efficiently able to use the Internet to find any little detail you want. You are able to present this information straight to the point, without offending anyone from any culture or age group. You
are good at what you do and these Asian companies are willing to pay. Pay you a good chunk of change for your time, research and supplies.
"These companies first require information, then they will pay for your travels to these approved places that you have found to interview the owners. Check out the area, find places that are not world famous. These companies want local Mom and Pop joints. Places that take pride in what they do.
"Alice, my beloved Jim has just moments ago passed on and his body taken away." I reply. "His body hasn't even fully cooled yet, how can you think I can start such a project?!?! I haven't even started to grieve yet, and have JUST started the process of his funeral. This project is just going to have to wait for the time being."
How dare Alice ask me to do such a thing at a time like this. I know she has the best of intentions, but her timing is a little off. This idea of hers is just going to have to sit on the back burner for a little while, at least until after arrangements for Jim have been taken care of. It sounds like a good idea, would give me something to do, cash which is always a good thing. Plus sounds like something I would truly enjoy, learning about off the wall/beaten path places, meet new people and above all traveling, especially traveling around my “neck of the woods”. At the same time I can take Jim to his finally resting-place, the Rocky Mountains.
Jim’s memorial service was yesterday and the funeral home had a light lunch catered in afterwards. The funeral home did an excellent job the way they handled things. They were sensitive, caring and empathetic. The funeral home was packed with friends and acquaintances of Jim, I never realized how many people he knew or lives he touched. Several of Jim’s friends spoke at the service, telling childhood stories or things that Jim had done that totally changed their lives for the better.
One young mad whom I had never seen before stood before the crowd. I had seen him drive up in a Mercedes but never paid much attention. He was very well dressed in an Armani suit, clean cut and professional. Roberto I believe his name was. Jim fell upon Roberto, quite literally while visiting Rome about fifteen years ago. Roberto was barely twenty years old, unemployed and homeless. His parents had passed away years earlier, and he was an only child. Roberto had dropped out of school to try to earn a living for himself, he had no other choice. He was a beggar. Jim had just come up the stairs from the subway and practically tripped over Roberto, who was sitting on a step begging for change. Jim befriended the young man, offering Roberto something no one had ever done for him before. Jim offered Roberto a place to stay, food in his belly and a hot shower, on the condition that he went back to school and make something of himself. Roberto’s dream was to become a stockbroker on Wall Street in New York. No one had ever believed in him as Jim did, nor made such an offer. He finished school, obtained his Master’s in Business Economics from Harvard and is now an important stockbroker on Wall Street. With tear filled eyes, “If it weren’t for Jim, I would not be where I am today. It is not about the money I am making, not at all. But my sense of self-worth and my outlook on life. Without Jim’s intervention, I honestly do not think I would not be standing here before you today. I was lost in the system so to speak, I existed but didn’t. I was lost and found. Jim was my savior so to speak. Thanks to Jim I was able to fulfill my dream and am now returning the favor, helping those that are in the same situation I was. I only get a small amount of satisfaction from my career, but no words can describe the feeling of accomplishment when someone I have helped comes to me and says ‘Thank You’. Now I can understand how Jim may have felt. I am sorry that I did not say those words to Jim earlier, but I hope he is looking down, and able to hear me know. No words can describe how grateful I am for Jim and what he did for me.”
There was not a dry seat in the house. This is only one story of countless that was told yesterday morning. My turn came around, I felt it was only right to say something. My stories about Jim did not compare to any that had already been told. Jim was an American expatriate living in the countryside of France, being originally from Boulder Colorado. His work had sent him to France, with a 7-year contract. He was barely there when we met online, started chatting, emailing then eventually meeting up in person in France. It was love at first site, and after a short “courtship” we decided we could not be without each other. So when he had some time off of work, he flew to the States, we met up in Las Vegas and eloped. A month later I was here in France. The rest they say is history. That was five years ago.
After the memorial service, Roberto came up to me, gave me a huge hug, and offered his condolences. “If you ever need ANYTHING Lynn, please do not hesitate to call me, night or day. I don’t care if it’s money, a place to crash or a shoulder to lean on.”
“Thank you Roberto, that is very kind of you. At the moment I don’t need anything, but thank you for the offer.”
“Lynn, please. I know you are a humble person. You are the least self-centered, unselfish person I know. I understand it is hard for you to ask for help, even if you are beyond dire need. Sometimes you can be a little too stubborn, but in this case I think it is a bit uncalled for. You need to stop putting everyone else before yourself for once. You also have needs that need to be taken care of. Needs, not wants, desires or otherwise. You are human after all, not some kind of goddess or superpower.”
“Thank you Roberto, I will consider it and get back to you either way sometime next week, after things have calmed down a bit.”
Roberto is such a kind-hearted man. He says I am a humble, unselfish person, well he’s my equal if not more so. But at the same time different, he is more strong headed and determined, is not afraid to go after something or if he feels someone is being mistreated in any way, he is the first person to say something. I admire him for that, I look up to him.
At home, there is a knock on the door. Who the hell can that be? I thought everyone had gone home after the service. Alice. She is such a bound and determined woman.
“Lynn, we need to talk, and talk NOW. Not tomorrow, not next week but NOW. This cannot be put off any longer. Here’s your airline ticket. You are flying out first thing tomorrow morning, first class, from Paris, spending a few days at Roberto’s place in New York City for a little much needed rest and relaxation. Then off to Boulder, Colorado for some days so you can fulfill Jim’s wish to have his ashes scattered in the Rocky Mountains. After Boulder, you will be traveling around Middle America, including some parts along Route 66, interviewing Mom & Pop places, whether it is a restaurant, resort, not so famous tourist attraction etc. This is an all-expense paid trip, with some minor variations so to speak. For the first part of your trip, you know where you are going, New York City and Boulder, Colorado. But, you do NOT know how long you are going to be in New York and Boulder. You will find out the night before, via courier you will receive your ticket and cash for your expenses for the next stop in your trip. You will have a pre-paid rental car for Boulder and the other places in the Midwest, but you will not need a car while in New York City. Hotel reservations have already been made and paid for. But again, you will not know your full itinerary at the beginning of this trip. Think of it as a “fly by the seat of your pants” trip.
“Remember when you do these interviews to take plenty of notes and photographs. A cameraman is going to be joining you after you are finished in Boulder. Of course be professional and cordial. When you arrive at your first hotel in Middle America, you will find some outfits to wear for these interviews. So remember when you are packing this evening to pack light. But the main things to remember when doing these interviews, first of course be polite and respectful, but also have fun, enjoy the interviews. Make the interviews fun and playful. If people wanted to see a serious documentary, they’d watch the news. Think of this as an adventure, not as a job. Enjoy the wide-open spaces that I know you love and miss so much. Relax in the fresh cool breezes blowing in your face.”
As quick as she arrived, Alice was gone. I wasn’t even able to get a word in edge wise. Looking at my airline ticket, my flight leaves tomorrow morning at 9 a.m., and it is now 4:30 p.m. So I better get my backside in gear and get packing. Alice was in and out so fast, talking faster than a speeding bullet that I think everything that she said didn’t have time to sink in. Then again, I have between now and when my plane touches down tomorrow afternoon in the JFK airport.
Flying first-class is something else. I’ve always flown coach, and when disembarking while walking through first class notice how messy first class is. Now I get to be one of those messy first-class flyers. Sitting next to me is a businessman from Finland flying to New York for business. The plane hasn’t even started to taxi and he’s already told me his life story. If he’s like this now, what are the next six hours going to be like?!?! In the last half-hour I’ve already discovered that he’s married, 4 kids and a mistress in New York. After his fourth child was born, his wife became rather despondent, barely taking care of the kids and house, and of course totally stopped taking care of herself, losing interest in everything, including sex. The Finnish man does not want to leave his wife for the sake of the children and still very much in love with his wife. Not wanting to pry into someone’s business, I just suggested why not therapy or maybe seeing a doctor. He fell silent for about ten minutes, pondering the idea.
“You know, that is the first time anyone has suggested such a thing. Everyone else is so wrapped up in his or her problems to even mention such a thing. We’ve been married for twenty years, and I do not want to lose her. I do not know if I could live without her.”
“But can you live without your mistress in New York?”
“You’re rather blunt and straight to the point. Much like my wife used to be before she fell into such a state. I admire that in a woman. Something my mistress is not. My mistress is for physical pleasure only, or so I thought. I am not looking for someone to replace my wife, just someone to help me physically release tension. Now that I think about it, maybe it’s just that I am scared and tired of being alone. I am going to be in New York for about a week. Once I get back to Finland, I am going to make an appointment to see a therapist, for both of us. I think it would help both of us, plus I do not want my wife to feel like she’s going through this period alone. I realize now I have not done enough for her. Thank you. I’m sorry I didn’t think to ask you earlier, I’ve been so wrapped up about telling you about my problems, and myself, what is your name? My name is Fredrik. Are you also staying in New York? Tell me about yourself.”
“Nice to meet you Fredrik, my name is Lynn. Yes I am going to be staying in New York for a few days, visiting a friend of my late husband. Then I’ll be going on to Boulder, Colorado then after that I will be travelling around a bit. Where yet I do not know, a friend of mine back in France has sent me on a mission so to speak. I do not know my next destination until the night before I leave. Basically a kind of a mystery tour.”
“I am so sorry to hear about your husband. That must be hard losing a loved one at such a young age. I think it’s a great idea that you’re getting out of the house, visiting a friend and travelling. You’ve probably been through a lot these last months so you deserve and need time for you. Sounds like you have an outstanding friend back in France. If I may say so, sounds like you are such a kind, giving person. Here’s my business card. Please, when you get back to France, let me know. You are more than welcome to come and visit my family and me. I would be honored to host you. Please do not think I am trying to come on to you, because I am not. My wife does not get out of the house and has no friends. I think it would do her a world of good to have such an outstanding person around. Someone other than the kids and I. Another woman that she can talk to. Also, if you ever need anything, please feel free to let me know.”
“Fredrik, you are such a kind man. I feel I can trust you with what I am about to tell you, and hope that you do not think the less of me, even though we’ve just met. This is something very few people know about me. While living in France life wasn’t always a bowl of cherries. Yes I was with the love of my life, but financially times were tough. Work wasn’t going very well for my late husband. He was self-employed and towards the end before he quite due to his failing health, work was slowly going down hill. So I started in the ‘adult entertainment’ business, to bring in some extra much needed cash. It was not easy at first, my French wasn’t the best, but was able to get a grasp of things and earn a few Euro. I met some interesting people along the way, of course the occasional freak, but otherwise everyone else was very cordial and polite. I am not ashamed of what I did but is not something I brag about either. My late husband had no problems with what I was doing since we needed the money and also because he knew he could not physically provide me what I needed sexually because of his illness. He was very supportive and encouraged me the entire time.”
Fredrik fell silent again for the second time since our conversation started. His silence was starting to get a bit eerie, since he seemed like the strong communicative type, the type that was hard to shock. He seemed to be in deep thought, as though I may have shocked him.
“Lynn you have not had an easy life, that is for sure. I have to talk to my lawyer this week while in New York. If I could please have your contact information, where your staying while in the States I would greatly appreciate it. I feel there is something I can do for you, to help you with your current situation and your future. I need to work out the details yet, and do not want to divulge anything now to get your hopes up but have an idea in mind. Either my lawyer or myself will be in touch with you while you are in the States.
“This is the address, phone number and email of my friend in New York that I will be staying with for the next few days. I do not know how long I will be staying with him before I go to Boulder, Colorado. As I know each destination, time frame I will be there and contact information, I will let him know. So if you need to contact me, contact me through my friend. He will know how to get a hold of me.”
The seat belt light has come on as our flight descends into JFK airport in New York. Where have the last six hours gone? At the beginning of the flight when Fredrik started talking a mile a minute I thought this was going to be a very long flight. But it turned out to be a very interesting conversation, I have found a new friend. Just goes to show one needs to keep an open mind always and about everything, you may meet someone special, even in a platonic sense, anywhere, even in the strangest of situations and places, where you least expect.
Fredrik and I said our good-byes and he promised that I would hear from him soon. I hope so, he seemed like such a nice man, and hope he fulfills his promise. I have put up with my fair share of smoke blowers and do not want to deal with any more, but I am not getting my hopes up. If he contacts me, great, if not fine life goes on.
After a six-hour flight and intense conversation with Fredrik, I am glad to be on solid ground. Went through the usual immigration and customs, and find Roberto and his permanently tattooed genuine smile waiting for me. This man may be worth literally billions, but his heart and mind are priceless. Roberto is such a common and easygoing person. When he’s not working on Wall Street, he can be seen wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt, driving his Toyota Corolla.
Roberto takes my bags and informs me we are having supper this evening with his family and a few close colleagues at a sheik Greek restaurant in Manhattan. Great, the last thing I want right now is to go to some fancy restaurant with a bunch of strangers. Why not a casual dinner at home? The last year or so I admit I have become a bit of a loner, since I have been mainly staying at home taking care of Jim, only going out to go to the grocery store, pharmacy, doctor etc. Maybe it will do me some good to get out and have some human contact. It will be hard at first, but hopefully worth it in the end.
We arrive at Roberto’s penthouse on Park Avenue. He show’s me where my room and private bath is. The bathroom alone is huge, bigger than my two bedroom apartment back in France! My bedroom has huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and what a view of the city! It is absolutely stunning! Even though I am a bit tired after spending six hours in a plane and just want to lay down and sleep, I can’t. All I want to do is check out the magnificent panorama of New York City! I never thought I would enjoy such a view, to me New York was too big city for me. But after seeing this picture postcard view, I have definitely changed my mind! Now I can understand why so many Europeans are so fascinated by New York. Lying on the bed is a stunning black, blue and white sequin evening gown along with tickets to the musical The Producers at the St. James Theatre on 44th Street. Seems as if this evening will be better than I thought. God only knows I could use a good laugh. As the old saying goes, laughter is the best medicine.
Relaxing in the living room at Roberto’s fantastic penthouse, he informs me that like the rest of my trip in the United States, I am going to be informed of my itinerary in New York day-by-day.
“Lynn, it’s the best way to enjoy your trip here. Fly by the seat of your pants type of deal. You desperately need to relax and enjoy each day for what it is, and this is the best way to do it. Forget how much you hate living in France, get over the pain and suffering that you have had to endure over the last twelve months. Up until now you’ve been putting everyone else before yourself, in good times and bad. Now it’s time to think about you. With that said, go get ready for dinner.”
Dinner was absolutely scrumptious. Like the Italians, French tend to be a bit nationalistic when it comes to their cuisine. Anything other then French cuisine is nothing. It is hard to find any ethnic variety in restaurants, especially outside of Paris. So being overwhelmed with the variety of different ethnic cuisine available was to say the least awesome. Our amazing dinner started off with Spanakopita, an oven baked stuffed filo, fresh spinach, feta and leeks, followed by a huge Greek salad. My main course consisted of Brizola, a grilled 16-ounce dry aged Black Angus sirloin and grilled vegetables.
Roberto’s family and close colleagues are divine. He has such a great family, his wife is just as easy-going as Roberto, and two beautiful daughters who are as intelligent as beautiful. Who knows, they may be the next Nobel Peace Prize winners. Roberto’s colleagues from Wall Street. David, Mark and Michael, are basically carbon copies of Roberto, only all three are single. All three kept me in stitches for entire night. I don’t know if Roberto filled them in on my “past” as an escort, but that doesn’t matter now. The past is the past, I had to put up with a lot of hellish and unappreciative men in addition to taking care of my sick husband. David, Mark, Michael and Roberto were different from the clients I had back in France.
David is the most fascinating of the bunch, clear blue eyes, tall, thick head of fire engine red hair, and fair complexion and above all, sense of humor and intelligent. Ivy League intelligent, but not arrogant in the least, but a very common, down-to-earth person. The type of person you feel comfortable with immediately, you feel like you’ve known the person from the instant you meet them. I am not only drawn to David on an intellectual basis, but as much as I don’t want to admit to myself, but also on a sexual sense. The way he looks at me touches my arm or leg in a gentle yet slyly seductive way, with a certain gleam in his eye. When he touches my leg every so subtly, underneath the table, it sends shivers up and down my spine, like a jolt of electricity. I have never experienced such a feeling, not even with my dear late-husband Jim. On the way to The Producers Roberto whispers in my ear, “I don’t have any problems if you decide to go with David to his hotel room tonight”, winks and walks away.
Seemed like the musical drug on, even though I enjoyed it immensely. I couldn’t help but desire David. He was different then anyone I had met, he excited me, both physically and mentally. We couldn’t keep our eyes off of each other, not in a loving way, but lustful.
After the show, David immediately pulled me aside and asked me to accompany him to his hotel room. I hesitated at first, I didn’t want to appear too eager or easy. He noticed, took my hand and kissed it, looked me in my eyes, and gave me a long passionate kiss, again proving how much of a gentleman he is.
We no more than enter his penthouse suite at the hotel, and we are embraced in each other’s arms. It has been so long since I’ve felt a man’s passionate arms around me and no matter how slutty it may sound, it felt wonderful. Humans are animals also, with animal instincts. We were up until practically dawn bringing each other to countless orgasms, to the point of utter exhaustion. When we finally fell asleep, it was almost five in the morning.
When I awoke about eleven, David had already left for work. He left a note and thick envelope on the table.
“My dearest Lynn. I am sorry I could not be with you when you woke up this morning, but unfortunately I had to be in the office bright and early this morning for some very important business meetings. I hope I have not offended you in any way. I truly enjoyed last night, no words can describe how much. Seeing the joy in your eyes meant the world to me, for me your joy is my joy. I truly hope that we can repeat such a wonderful experience before you leave for Boulder. Remember always my dear Lynn, you are truly an amazing woman, not only in the bedroom, but also in everything that you do. During your visit here in the States, I have a feeling you will have many opportunities. First to touch lives, and second, opportunities to improve your life in a drastic way. Next to this letter you will find an attaché, with a small envelope taped to the outside. The envelope has the combination for the attaché that is NOT to be opened until you arrive at Roberto’s. Sorry but there are reasons for this. I am again so sorry I couldn’t be with you this morning Lynn I hope you can forgive me and we can meet again before you leave. Your humble servant, David.”
I walked into Roberto’s penthouse that afternoon, exhausted but happy. I haven’t known such happiness in who knows long time, if at all. No, I am NOT in love with David. I am not the type of gal who gets emotionally attached after being intimate with them. For the first time in ages, I felt physically satisfied.
Roberto was sitting in his lounge chair, smoking a Cuban cigar and reading the Wall Street Journal when I walked in the door. He was not upset in the least for what happened the night before, which I was not expecting. Then again, I need to start doing things for my pleasure, not sacrificing myself on behalf of everyone else.
“Lynn, hop in the shower, change your clothes and be ready in less than hour. We are spending the afternoon painting New York red. On the agenda, Ellis Island, the Statue of Liberty, Wall Street and shopping. You need some new clothes. Then dinner, and hitting a couple of trendy underground clubs in the area. I know underground clubs have always fascinated you Lynn, now you’ll get a chance to experience them first hand!”
While I was in my room getting ready to take a shower, I glanced at the attaché that David had given me. I had totally forgotten about it for a moment. I opened the enveloped attached to it, opened the attaché and stepped back in awe for what seemed to be forever. Enclosed was another note from David, along with $1 million.
“Lynn, I know you were struggling financially for the longest time, and I also know you’re not happy living in France. I think you are an outstanding and wonderful woman, please take this gift as my contribution for you to use towards your moving expenses back ‘home’. This is where you belong Lynn, you were never meant to be French or even European for that matter. You fit in here, no matter where you go in the U.S., you’ll always fit in and adjust to your surroundings. Europe is another story, a different mentality. I am not saying in Europe is better or worse than North America, but just different. Different way of thinking, different way of life then what you are used to nor will it ever become YOUR way of life.”
The first underground club was a bit shocking at first. When we first entered there was hardly a soul there, within half an hour the place was jamming. There were so many different types of people there, it was truly amazing, and that is what shocked me a bit at first. Call me the shy, reserved, Midwest gal. People ranging from let’s-go-out-cause-it’s-Friday-night, to the BDSM group, transgender, transvestite, and swingers. You name the group, they were there, with a little mixture of this and that in between. Roberto was right, the underground club scene had always fascinated me, and New York is the perfect place to experience it.
The first half an hour I sat at a dark corner table with Roberto, slowly sipping my fuzzy navel. The club is fairly big, I would estimate about 2,000 square feet including everything. The lighting was low and subtle, there were two bar areas, a huge dance floor with four cages elevated upon stages, along with three dance poles in the center. Booths were scattered around the club, some in very secluded areas, while others in the wide open. There are dungeon rooms for BDSM, rooms for those wishing to participate in group sex/swinging/orgies with smaller rooms next door with a small bed for those wanting the more intimate sexual scene. One would think at such a place would be dirty, with trashy type of people hanging out there. First the place was hospital clean, not even a drop of liquor on the floor, bedding changed after every sexual encounter and replaced with clean sheets. Second, from my understanding the clientele go through a screening process when applying for entrance to the club. Background, credit and health checks are done before evening getting a guest pass.
A beautiful transgender walks up to the table, asking me to dance. She introduces herself as Michele, she’s about 6’, long legs and gorgeous long blond hair. While we were dancing found out she is originally from Montana, has been living in New York for six years, working as an attorney. She was unable to find work in Montana, mainly due to her operative states, male-to-female. Michele seems to be a very intelligent lady, not only beautiful, well educated, has traveled the world. The type of person that has taken advantage of every situation given to her, in a positive sense. When life has given her lemons, she makes lemonade.
After the third song, Michele takes me back into one of the private rooms and starts to gentle and passionately kiss me. Our clothes start to come off, god what wonderful breasts she has. Normally I do not consider myself bisexual, but her body is so wonderful, a combination of masculinity and femininity, a true work of art. She puts a condom on and inserts her manliness inside of me, never ceasing to stop.
Another late night, another one night stand. Usually I tend to steer towards more of a stable relationship, but right now I really don’t care. Finally for once I am taking everyone’s advice and putting myself first, having a blast and enjoying life for the first time in who knows how long. Does sleeping with two different people on two different nights, in a row, make me a slut. If it is in your eyes, ok fine, then I am a slut, but frankly I do not care. I had safe, protected sex, everyone had a great time, and no one was hurt in the process.
The next morning Roberto hands me an envelope and informs me that morning I’m off to Boulder. My flight leaves at 10:21 a.m. on United Airlines from Newark Liberty International Airport and arrives in Denver at 12:34 p.m. So off to the airport we go. I’ll have a pre-paid rental car waiting for me in Denver, and will be staying at the St. Julien Hotel and Spa in Boulder.
Four hours and thirteen minutes cooped up in an airplane. Wonder who I’m going to meet on this flight, am flying first class again. Seriously, I don’t mind flying, but have met on occasion a fruit cake or two, but then again, that was in coach not first class. My last flight met Fredrik, and he ended up being pretty cool. I wonder how he’s doing, maybe when I get to Boulder I’ll send him an email.
The seat next to me was empty, and actually I was rather thankful. I was able to get some much-needed sleep after staying out so late the last couple of nights. I know, self-inflicted, but at the same time much deserved fun.
I find my rental car parked right out front of the airport, just waiting for my signature. How convenient! Talk about first class treatment. It’ll be 1 p.m. by the time I hit the road for Boulder. New York was great, don’t get me wrong, it was truly an experience, but man how I missed the open roads, even while in Europe. I missed having the ability just to get in the car and go, destination unknown. This time around, destination Boulder. I should be there in less than an hour, then relax for the rest of the day, hang out in the spa, swimming pool etc. Tomorrow’s plans, to fulfill Jim’s wishes by spreading his ashes at the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. I am going to do that at dawn, the most beautiful time of day, as the sun is just coming up over the mountains. Jim would have preferred it that way, he was always an earlier riser.
As I predicted it is about 1:05pm and I am on the highway heading for Boulder, Colorado. Lunch hour traffic is next to nothing, set the cruise control at 65 miles per hour, pop in a Enya CD and basically sit back and enjoy the ride.
By the time I get to my room at the St. Julien Hotel and Spa it is two, and I am absolutely exhausted. Even so, I head for the hot tub and maybe order room service after that, who knows. This afternoon is for ME.
I no more than sit my achy bones into a Jacuzzi and I am joined by an obviously drunk man, who seems to be in his sixties accompanied by two young “working girls”. I have no disrespect for them, only when their john treats them like pieces of meat and no regard to the fact that they are human. I have full respect for the working girl, knowing all too well with the things they have to deal with.
This obnoxious old loud drunken male figure seems to think he is god’s gift to women, thinking his bank account contains the most cash, plus his Ferrari and two mansions in Beverly Hills are impressive. Wonder what his monthly car and mortgage payments are. From my first impression, seems like he has champagne tastes on a cheap beer budget. Maybe he’s trying to “compensate” for something that he is lacking in.
He brags to his “girls” of his work accomplishments. Starting out flat broke, no family, dropped out of school at the age of 16. Started a small software company out of the basement of a friend in Boulder, and is now a Fortune 500 Company. Being proud of such an accomplishment is one thing, but when a person is arrogant about their feats is where I have a problem.
“Hey baby, how much would it cost me to have you join us for this afternoon and evening” he asks me in a drunken slur.
“The last time I checked this is a hotel not a supermarket or butcher. I am not a piece of meat for sale.”
“Baby I can show you a good time. I’ve been around the world, including France. I know who you are and what you used to do for a living. Name your price honey, no amount is too high for your sugar daddy. Otherwise, I could turn you in for your former activities. So what’s your going rate?”
“You can’t afford me. I am no longer in the business nor do I intend to return, not for even all of the money in the world. Go ahead, try to turn me in, but would be hard to prove such a fact, plus happened on foreign soil where such activities are legal. If you tried, I could turn you in for blackmail, which happened on American soil, with two witnesses. Heaven forbid your stunning image would get tarnished. You are a worthless piece of shit and I refuse to associate with people that think they can buy everything, including companionship, friendship and love. Now if you’ll excuse me ladies, I have other things to attend to. I hope you have a good evening.” exiting the Jacuzzi, nodding to the girls and ignoring their pathetic john of the evening.
Such is the life of many rich and powerful, no matter the nationality. They think they can buy anything their heart desires. But where and what does it actually get them in the end? Absolutely nothing.
After a warm relaxing shower, and fresh change of clothes I feel almost like a new person. Even after putting up with the arrogant guy in the Jacuzzi. I had been thinking of ordering room service, but feel a bit sociable, so will head down to the restaurant, dressed in an elegant red evening gown.
As I approach the restaurant I immediately hear the drunkard I encountered in the Jacuzzi, this time with two different young ladies. He must have grown bored with the other two. He seems like the type that bores easily and that once he gets what he wants he throws it away like an old shoe.
I walk past his table, he immediately burst into laughter and whispers “What a cheap whore. I wouldn’t even pay $5 for her, not even for a lousy blowjob. She probably doesn’t even do that. What a nasty cunt.”
“What beautiful, eloquent and educated language you have sir. With such an attitude, I am shocked that your wife left you and took the majority of your holdings in your company, leaving you flat broke.” And walked away.
Evidently that was enough information to ruin his dinner with his hired girls. Finding out their supposed sugar daddy is actually flat broke would rain on anyone’s parade.
In his usual drunken stupor he approaches my table and proceeds to yell “You fucking bitch, how dare you embarrass me in front of my dinner guests. Now I am alone for the evening and probably for the rest of my trip. How the hell do you expect me to get any work done with a 24/7 hard on?”
“Stop thinking with the brain between your legs for once, which isn’t that big to begin with. Otherwise you would be able to concentrate on your work and know how to treat a lady. I have overheard you complain about the ladies you’ve hired, and also about your wife. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that with women, like a business, you have to invest time and effort if you want something in return, even if just for a one night stand.
Yes I worked as an escort in France. It is something I am not proud of, but I am not ashamed of what I had to do to earn a living. My late husband was sick and unable to work. Bills had to be paid, groceries bought. I needed to do something to bring in cash, and quickly. Plus be able to be at my late husband’s side as much as possible.
I had to put up with several types of men, from those who were in town on business and just wanted some company to those who had some fetish that their wife/partner could/would not fulfill for some reason. But the majority of the men where like you, they just wanted a hole to plug. I learned to become cold and callused. I’ve had men promise me the world then never come through with their promises. Then I’ve had men who have stole from me and threatened my life.
Yes the money was not bad, but a lonely job and sometimes brutal. The only thing I want you to think about, when you hire an escort is this. Think what it may be like in their shoes. Treat her like a human being, and you will get your efforts returned tenfold. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to finish my supper before I lose my appetite.”
“Would you care to join me for supper this evening? As you can tell, my company has left and I would not want to eat alone.”
“No thanks, I play second fiddle to no one, not for any amount. Plus I think it would do you some good to spend some time alone, sober up and think about your actions.”
*Author's note - Any resemblance to anyone in real life or real life situations is by sheer coincidence. This is a work of fiction. This is what I have saved, lost the first section.