"Why don't you confide in me?" she asked her.
"How do you make your living? I wish I could pick up a few tricks. I really would enjoy balling with some of these guys."
"You may think you would," her girl friend told her, "but you really wouldn't. The truth is most of them are a bunch of bastards. They want to use you, honey. They want to degrade you. They want to make you do all those horrible acts like sucking out their ass and licking their balls and eating their cocks. Some of them even want to go so far as stabbing it up your asshole. It's no good."
"I don't look at it that way," Melinda insisted. "I see it as performing a much needed service."
"Take this afternoon," she told her. "I'm supposed to have sex with the most jaded businessman you could imagine. His name is Henry. He has a room devoted to sex. It's strange how much money that man has spent to explore every avenue of erotic excitement."
"Would you do me a big favor?" Melinda asked Marilyn.
"What kind of favor?"
"Let me meet Henry and see if I can satisfy him," she suggested.
"You're not a professional," Marilyn shook her head. "You could never handle this man. He's a sophisticated, jaded, son-of-a-bitch."
"He's also wealthy and pays you very well," Melinda reminded her, "am I right?"
"I hate to admit it," she nodded, "but you are right. If that bastard didn't pay me plenty I'd never lick his ass."
"I'll tell you what we'll do," Melinda suggested. "I will perform all of the acts and you can have the money. How does that grab you, sweetheart?"
"You're out of your mind," she told her flatly. "I could never do it."
"Oh, yes, you could," she told her. "He would never know the difference. Tell him you sent your girl friend. You could have the money. You could relax this afternoon. Wouldn't it be wonderful to live like a normal woman does in the afternoon? She goes shopping and puts everything on her husband's charge account."
"You're tempting me," Marilyn agreed. "It would be nice to take a breather. All right, baby. You go in my place. But I warn you. Henry is no easy customer. He is awful."
"How do you know?" she asked her further. "I won't tell you everything," Marilyn said candidly, "It could embarrass me too much, to let you know the lengths I have gone to in order to make money. But I will tell you this. Henry is a connoisseur of sex. He does everything. And if you balk, there's trouble. That's all I can tell you."
"All right, it's agreed," she told her girl friend. "I'll go and perform for you. You can keep all the money. I promise you that. I won't tell Henry about our little deal. He will think I'm a regular professional."
When Marilyn saw the smile of delight that came to her girl friend's face, she didn't want to deny her the imagined thrills. However, in her heart she knew how wrong she was in her calculations. But she would have to find out for herself.
"I'll give you his address, honey," she told her, "and you can get there in about an hour from here. But I warn you, never tell him about our deal. He's a regular customer and he gives me recommendations to other wealthy men. I couldn't run the risk of offending him. It could coat me too much in the long run. Do you understand?"
"Completely," she agreed.
Melinda got into her car and drove out to Henry's place in a nearby suburb. She finally found the address and drove up a hill with a winding road leading to Henry's house. Trees lined both sides of the place and when she finally laid eyes on the English Tudor brick mansion, she realized Henry must be a wealthy man.
A quiet young man answered the door.
"I'm here to see Henry," she told him.
"He is expecting you," the young man assured her.
He ushered her down a long hallway and down some steps. They walked through a study and then he pointed to more steps.
"Henry's quarters are up there," he told her.
She went up the steps and found the special room that Marilyn had told her about. Opening the door she immediately saw Henry was indeed a unique man. For one side of the bedroom was covered with mirrors. There was a circular bed in front of the mirrors. Lights were playing across the bed as soft music seemed to come out of nowhere. Henry was an older man, but a very distinguished man.
"Hi, Henry," she began. "I am Melinda. Marilyn sent me out for an afternoon house call."
"I hope she warned you about what a bastard I am," he told her, "because I'm not an easy man to deal with. I really am not."
"That's all right," she laughed. "I'm really not an easy woman to deal with."
Henry was wearing a loin cloth. That was all. As he looked at her he was surprised that she didn't undress instantly. For he figured this was an automatic act.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" she asked Henry.
"Why the hell haven't you gotten your clothes off yet?"
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
She undressed quickly then, and Henry was watching her carefully. As her bra came into view and he caught sight of her shapely bosoms he licked his lips.
"You've got a beautiful set of knockers, honey," he told her, "you really have."
"You know honey," she smiled, "you're beginning to really excite me."
"I can do more things with tits than you can ever believe. I particularly like to put my feet on them."
She winced.
"You like to put your feet on women's breasts?" she questioned.
"I don't mean walk on them," Henry assured her, "but just feel of them with my feet."
"Oh, that's fun," she grinned as she reached down to pull off her panties.
When Henry saw that she had a shaved pussy, he shook his head.
"You look too naked there," he told her, "but we'll do something about that. I'll apply some lipstick so you have lips two places. That's what I always do when a girl comes to me with a shaved box."
"How nice," she agreed.
Henry was getting a big charge out of her. For he could tell that she was a neophyte when it came to complicated sex acts.
"Baby," he told her, "just stretch out across the bed and let me look you over."
She stretched out across the bed and it didn't take him long to examine her carefully.
"Yes, you have nice breasts," he nodded, "good sucking nipples. And your ass looks shapely. I imagine your pussy has been well fucked. Usually when a woman comes to me with a shaved box that means plenty of men have had lunch there. Am I right?"
"Enough," she replied, not wanting to let on too much about herself.
"Henry," she smiled, "what do you want to do?"
"I'll tell you, baby," he told her. "I would like to give you the golden shower first."
Being such a wealthy man and having used the word "golden" made her think it would be quite an erotic moment for her.
"Certainly," she agreed.
"Just a moment and I'll prepare for it," Henry said. "Get off the bed."
She got off the circular bed. Henry immediately pulled off the pillows. Next he tossed a large rubber sheet that completely covered the bed.
"What's that for?" she questioned him.
"The golden shower," he smiled. "Now you lie right in the middle of the bed and I will begin."
Completely unprepared for what was to happen next, she lay in the center of the bed. All at once she noticed what Henry was preparing to do. He was standing above her now and grabbing his cock and starting to urinate.
"Stop it," she protested, "you can't do that to me."
"I can do anything I want to you and you know it," he said as he went on urinating. "It's gold. It's the golden shower."
As she felt the moisture of his urine over her body she felt dirty.
"Please stop this," she whimpered. That got Henry angry.
"You're not a professional," he quipped. "A professional would never object. What in the world is happening?"