Nick was about to leave the booth when he was struck by another idea. An idea of how he might not have to stay alone that night after all. At first the idea seemed ridiculous. But the more he thought about it, the better it seemed.
He looked in his wallet. Yes, he still had the number of the call-girl service that a friend from work had recommended. He'd never used the number before, but he'd been assured that the service was first-rate.
The solution was perfect. He wouldn't have to be alone, he would have a beautiful woman to go to bed with, to take his mind off everything. And since he didn't know her and she didn't know him he wouldn't have to explain anything, wouldn't have to be reminded of the predicament he was in. It struck him funny to realize that, whenever he was in trouble, he thought of sex.
He looked at the small card with the call-girl service's number on it. The card contained a picture of a very beautiful brunette with thick, painted lips. Just the sight of her convinced Nick he was making the right move. He fingered the dime, then picked up the receiver.
As he dialed, he read the printed matter on the other side of the card. One phrase struck him like a hammer on the head: "Call any time for one of our girls – or two, or…"
Nick's face broke into a grin. Hell, if he was paying for it, he could have anything he wanted. Anything. And all his life he'd tried to imagine what it might be like to make it with two women at the same time. Tonight, he decided, he was going to find out.
His heart was pounding as he waited for an answer. After three rings, a soft feminine voice answered.
"Hello? Can I help you?"
"Dh, yes, yes you can," Nick sputtered. "I'd like a girl, tonight. Right away…"
"All right, hold on. Let me have your address, please."
Nick told her the address, his voice shaky. It was so easy!
"Any preference?" the woman asked.
"Preference?"
"Yes. Would you like a blonde, a brunette, a redhead, a black girl, an Oriental? We have them all."
"I'd like… a blonde," Nick replied. "And a redhead."
"You want both?"
"You heard me."
"That will be our special package," the voice explained. "It's slightly cheaper than twice the price of one girl. But we have to send certain girls…"
"Certain girls? What do you mean?"
"Well, some of our girls don't go for that, if you know what I mean. I'll send you a nice couple who get along fine with each other, and I'm sure the three of you will enjoy yourselves."
"Make sure one is a blonde."
"A blonde?" the woman said.
"Wait a minute." Nick held on for a moment, then the woman returned to the phone. "Yes, I have just the pair for you. Alice is a blonde, and she's very pretty. Her girlfriend is a bit young, but I don't think you'll mind."
"Not at all," Nick beamed.
"And she's a redhead," the woman said softly.
"How long will I have to wait?"
"You just sit tight, Mr. Harrison. I'll put them in a cab right away."
"Thank you."
"Thank you. And have fun."
Nick hung up the phone. He was already starting to feel better. He could be home by cab in ten minutes. He only hoped that the girls wouldn't be late.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nick sat in a living room chair, in his bathrobe, nervously smoking one cigarette after another. It seemed he glanced at the clock every ten seconds.
As soon as he'd arrived at his apartment, Nick had quickly straightened up the living room and put fresh sheets on the bed. Then he'd put out a few bottles of bourbon and gin, and some ice, water, and glasses. It was strange, but despite all he'd been through, and all the trouble he might now be in there was really only one thing on his mind right now: the two women who were already late in arriving, and what they were going to do for him?
Fidgeting nervously, Nick turned on the radio, then turned it off and put on a stack of records. He lit another cigarette, then stubbed it out and poured himself a glass of bourbon. The liquor felt warm as he swallowed it, he could feel its effects surging through his body, calming him. A slight rush of excitement rose in his chest each time he remembered what he was waiting for.
Nick's prick grew hard under his bathrobe as he let his imagination paint a picture of what would soon happen in his bedroom. Two girls! Why hadn't he called the call girl service before? Then he remembered Holly and her disappearance. A feeling of anger and hurt came over him when he realized that at that very moment, she might be lying in a man's arms, naked, making love to him just the way she made love to Nick.
His heart skipped a beat when he heard the doorbell ring. He stood up, tightened his bathrobe tie-string, and started for the door.
"Hello, Mr. Harrison. You're expecting us?"
The voice was soft, the girls staring and smiling as he swung open the door.
"Uh, yes, yes I am," Nick said, unable to keep himself from gaping at the two women. "Come in, come in."
He stepped aside to let them enter, his eyes taking in every bit of his guests from head to toe as they passed him.
"My name is Alice, and this is Eve," the first girl said, shaking his hand.
"Get comfortable, girls," Nick said as he followed them into the living room.
Alice was a tall blonde, her narrow hips wrapped in the tightest pair of jeans Nick had ever laid eyes on. Her legs were long and slender, her buttocks high and firm, her chest largely exposed by a blouse she'd left unbuttoned almost to the navel. Her flesh looked tan and smooth, her tips were thin and painted red, her eyes wide and blue.
Eve, much shorter than Alice, had short, frizzy red hair, and long, brightly-painted fingernails that matched the color of her red lips. She too wore tight jeans, but in place of a blouse she wore a tee-shirt that was stretched over two of the largest, plumpest tits Nick had ever seen. His eyes were popping out of his head as he watched her walk toward the couch, her tits bouncing heavily with each step.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked when they were seated.
"Sure, scotch for me," Alice said.
"And you, Eve?"
"Gin, if you've got it," the redhead replied.
"Coming right up."
Nick's cock was as hard as nails under his bathrobe as he began to mix the drinks.
"Late night for you girls, eh?" he called out.
"The night's young," Alice grinned. "For us, anyway."
"Is this your first time out tonight?" he asked.
"Sure," Alice answered. "We only go out once a night." She grinned and glanced at the redhead. "We like to be fresh for our customers."
Nick carried the drinks to the couch and handed one each to Eve and Alice. He couldn't take his eyes off Eve's tits.
"How long you been with the service?" he asked as he sat down in a chair opposite the couch.
"That doesn't matter, does it?" Eve smiled. Nick let his eyes drop to her chest. In a few minutes, he said to himself, I'm going to have those mammoth tits in my hands.
"Are you married or something?" Alice asked, glancing around the room. "Awfully big place for one person."
"I had a housemate, you could say," he smiled.
"She's away, I take it?" Alice asked.
"Sort of," Nick nodded.
"And while the cat's away…" Alice grinned.
"The mice will play," he laughed.
Eve finished her drink first, Nick quickly prepared another, then fixed himself and Alice a second. Eve had already kicked off her shoes, and he glanced down at her red-tipped toes. Her flesh was so white it appeared she never saw the sun, though Alice was quite tan.
"Is this the first time you've called our service?" Alice asked halfway through her second drink.
"Yes, it is," Nick replied.
"And the first time you've made it with two girls?" Eve asked, sipping, her thick lips pursed around the rim of her glass.