The Nile isn't Just a River

"You're so lucky, Lucy," Rebecca smiled wistfully.

"Yeah girl," Melissa pouted. "Are you sure he doesn't want a duo?"

Lucy felt bad for her friend. She'd been having a slow day too until her best client called.

"Sorry, Mel," she shrugged. "I asked; it's still a 'No."

"Well ain't that the shit," Melissa said and loudly kissed her teeth.

"Don't give Lucy such a hard time, Mel," Rebecca said, a frown on her beautiful face. "She did ask."

"Okay, okay. Stop frowning!" the taller but equally beautiful redhead said, holding her hands defensively before her. "Sorry, Lucy. There, I apologized. Happy, Becky?"

"It's okay, Mel," Lucy smiled. "I know how you feel. It's been a slow day."

"Tell me about it," Rebecca sighed and ran her fingers through her curly blonde hair. "There's only so many candies I can crush before I start going cross-eyed."

The beautiful blonde crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue. Lucy and Melissa laughed.

It was a lovely summer day in the city, with bright sunlight shining through the curtains which covered the condo's windows. It was nearly the end of lunch hour, but only Rebecca'd had a client so far. He was a last-minute booking through the agency's website who'd only scheduled half an hour and hadn't left any tip whatsoever. The blonde hadn't been impressed with his performance behind closed doors either, though she hadn't gone into details - she was still new enough and sweet enough to not want to 'kiss and tell'.

Melissa of course had no such reservations. She'd spent the last hour describing some of her worst half-hour sessions in graphic detail. Lucy had joined in occasionally too.

Rebecca had been equal parts horrified and in stitches from laughter throughout.

"I'm going to go get ready," Lucy said.

The petite, dark-haired beauty rose from the sofa in the condo's living room. She lifted up onto her toes and stretched her arms straight above her head, yet her hands still didn't come anywhere near the white ceiling.

Lucy put her hands together and pulled her arms backwards. A mix between a hum and a groan rumbled in her throat as she felt her muscles stretch. Firm young breasts pushed forward prominently as - dressed only in a lacy black bra and thong - Lucy arched her back.

"No need to show off the goods for our sake, Sugar," Melissa remarked sarcastically. "Save it for Mr. Mama's Boy."

"You know you want a piece of this," Lucy countered, always up to give as good as she got from the redhead.

For added effect, Lucy lightly pinched her own nipples through the fabric of the bra, then ran the flat of her hands sensuously down her ribs. She trailed them across her taut tummy, then behind to cup her own ass in each hand. For the finale, she squeezed each of her cheeks firmly, then playfully smacked the right-side one hard enough to make the flesh jiggle.

"Oh yes, sign me up!" Rebecca moaned seductively and licked her lips, getting in on the fun. "I'll even offer a discount on my rates!"

Lucy and her friends all laughed.

She left the living room and headed for the bathroom to get in costume. Less than twenty minutes later - and right on time, Lucy knew even without bothering to look at a clock - three precise knocks sounded at the door to the condo unit.

Dark hair tied back in a severe ponytail and dressed in smart-looking business suit complete with jacket and skirt, Lucy stepped to the door and peered through the peephole. She immediately recognized her top client through the small hole and opened the door.

"You're late," Lucy said flatly and with a well-practiced, icy look in her eyes. "Go to your room right now, young man."

"Yes, Mother," the significantly older man in an expensive business suit said meekly as he stepped inside. "I'm sorry, Mother. It won't happen again."

"I don't have time for your excuses," Lucy replied severely. She shuddered theatrically. "You disgust me," she sneered. "If you're not out of my sight in ten seconds flat, you'll regret the day I fucked your worthless father and the condom broke. Almost as much as I do."

"Yes, Mother," the older man repeated.

Lucy started to count down from ten. He quickly kicked off his shoes - though he stopped long enough to line them neatly out of the way against the wall - then hurried down the short hall to their usual room. As he moved, Lucy sped up her countdown slightly, but he still managed to get inside the bedroom and close the door before she reached zero.

As soon as the door slammed shut, a fit of giggles sounded behind the closed door which led to the condo's living room. Lucy couldn't help the smile that came to her lips either. She walked towards the living room and pulled the sliding door slightly back.

"'You disgust me," Melissa said, imitating Lucy's earlier chill tone, though she did make an effort to do it quietly. "'You'll regret the day the condom broke almost as much as I do.'"

"I thought that was a nice touch," Rebecca whispered through the wide smile on her lips. "Aren't you worried it was going too far, though?"

"He asked me to say it when he texted me," Lucy shrugged. "Well, not those words exactly, but something about regretting fucking his dad."

"You should have been an actress," Melissa said. "You made me want to run to my room. Laughing uncontrollably, of course. But still running."

"Was that attitude I heard, young lady?" Lucy said flatly and glared daggers at her friend.

"Oh. Em. Gee!" Melissa gasped then turned to run further away into the living room, shoulders heaving with suppressed laughter.

"Lucy, you kill me," Rebecca said then covered her mouth with her hands, eyes dancing merrily.

"Well just die quietly, okay?" Lucy smiled. "I'm going to go see if he's ready now, that should be enough time."

"For such an older guy he moves pretty quickly," Rebecca observed. "But how does he get dressed so quickly? It takes me longer to put on a garter."

"He wears it under his suit," Melissa said as she came back to stand beside Rebecca.

The beautiful young blonde eyes widened. "Wow, really?" she asked. "Didn't you say he's some kind of executive? Doesn't that mean lots of important meetings and stuff?"

"Yeah, it gets him really worked up," Lucy said. "I barely have to do anything on meeting days. One time he came in his pants right in the front hallway. He still paid for the full session, too. Double, actually."

"So, so lucky," Melissa sighed enviously. Rebecca could only nod slowly in agreement, eyes like saucers.

Lucy grinned at her friends, then turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Lucy pushed the door open forcefully and let it hit the doorstop with a bang. She appreciated that the agency had replaced the quieter, more springy stop with a hard rubber one, just for the added effect. Her top client had appreciated it too when he'd first heard it, and insisted on paying both her and the agency a bonus for the trouble. 'Mr. Mama's Boy', as Melissa had dubbed him, could also have been called 'Mr. Generous'.

Inside the small room a queen-sized bed occupied most of the space with only enough carpeted floor around it for one person to maneuver comfortably. Two could fit if they were intimate - and in this room, escorts who used it and the clients who visited them, were quite intimate indeed.

"What in the Almighty's name do you think you're doing?" Lucy exclaimed as she strode purposefully into the room.

The older man - his name was John, and he was indeed a top executive for a very well-known company - was laid out on his back in the large bed. He'd removed his suit and pants and was stripped down to his underwear. However, unlike the boxers or perhaps clean white briefs one might expect an independently wealthy and respectable businessman to wear, John wore very lacy, silk women's underwear - including panties, bra and a garter. His trim but pale flesh, covered in very masculine but greying hair on his arms and legs, was on full display and in stark contrast to the bright crimson of the silk lingerie.

John also had a second set of black panties in his hand. Or more precisely, held pressed hard under his nose. The other hand was rubbed the front of the panties he wore himself where a very noticeable bulge strained against them.

"I'm sorry, Mother," the older man whined piteously. Lucy stood in the doorway, arms akimbo and a dire frown on her lovely face. But John didn't stop rubbing himself. If anything, he rubbed harder, then inhaled deeply through his nose. "You smell so good, I couldn't help myself."

Lucy stepped forward until her legs were pressed against the edge of the bed. She automatically positioned herself so that John could see her properly.

"You disgusting, filthy little pervert," she began, working up a good head of steam. "How dare you speak to your own mother that way. Look at yourself! You make me sick!"

Lucy continued to verbally vilify her top client as he rubbed himself harder and harder. His eyes were fixed on her furious face and his breath came in short, shallow gasps.

Then, seconds after she first stepped in the room, John tensed up and closed his eyes tight. The older man arched his back and lifted his hips off the bed, grunting repeatedly in his chest as he thrust jerkily upwards.

Lucy continued her harsh insults as she watched the older man orgasm. Then, after a moment's brief hesitation, she leaned forwards and pressed her hand firmly over the one that held her worn panties to his nose.

John's eyes flew open in shock and she immediately locked her gaze with his.

"Look at you, you fucking little pervert," Lucy hissed scornfully. "You look just like your filthy father did when he blew his disgusting load inside of me." She placed her free hand on her clothes, just above her flat belly. "Just like the day your perverted little self was conceived."

"Oh, God!" John whined loudly, then repeated himself two more times. "Oh, God! Oh, God!"

His hips had been slowing down before Lucy touched him but suddenly began pumping with renewed vigor. He gazed back into Lucy's eyes as if spellbound, hand on his crotch rubbing vigorously once more.

Pleased with the result of her improvisation, Lucy decided to not push it too far. John was very particular about his tastes. He'd made it very clear when he first met her exactly what he wanted and touching - of any sort - had not been on the menu.

Over the months he'd been coming to her though, he'd began to grow comfortable enough to occasionally shake her hand as he left from a session. What she'd just done though was the first time she touched him during the act. She'd been worried it would cross a line but, given today's request about his father, she'd decided to take the risk.

It looked like it had definitely paid off, if John's blissful face was any indication.

He finally collapsed from his second orgasm and lay panting on the bed. Lucy continued to press lightly on his hand for a few seconds more. Then she removed her hand and stepped back from the bed.

"That was . . . Oh, wow, I can't even see!" the older man gasped heavily. "Good God, Cleopatra. Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Lucy smiled widely.

"You're welcome, John," she said, calling him by name. By using her own 'name' (at least, the one her clients knew her by) he'd signalled that they were now out of scene.

"You were amazing," John said, wonderingly. "Better than amazing. Spectacular. Stupendous. Supernatural!"

"I'm glad you liked it. I was a little worried I went too far," she confessed honestly.

"Oh, that you did," he sighed contentedly. "Way too far. Beyond my wildest dreams. I don't know if I could survive another experience like that, but what a way to go!"

"You're too funny," Lucy laughed.

"And you're too perfect," John countered. He let out a long breath. "I might need the whole rest of the session just to recover my eyesight and remember how to move," he grumbled and they both laughed.

Lucy sat on the edge of the bed and two of them proceeded to talk good naturedly. John couldn't say enough about how much he'd loved what she did, but when she asked if he wanted her to do the same next time he declined. He said he preferred to space it out and save it for special occasions and he would let her know in advance.

Eventually he turned his head to look at the digital clock on the headboard. Lucy looked as well, and noted they still had a good amount of time in their session.

"I'm going to get cleaned up. My panties are an absolute mess," he joked unashamedly.

Lucy always marveled that such a good looking, confident and successful man could have such a deep desire to be humiliated in private. They'd talked about it frequently of course, and John freely shared his own insightful research into the psychology. It fascinated him as much as it did her.

"Are you sure?" Lucy asked. "You have plenty of time before you have to get back, don't you?"

"Yes, but I want to use some of it to shop for a gift," he responded.

John lifted himself upright and Lucy slid off the bed to give him more room.

"You don't have to do that," Lucy smiled. "I still haven't finished the chocolates you gave me last time! You must want me to get fat!"

"Fat doesn't even know your name, dear Cleopatra," the older man said and smiled as he looked at her petite and trim form appreciatively.

"You're so sweet," Lucy said fondly. "I don't know how I deserve you."

"None of that," he chided. The older man swung his legs over the side of the bed then stood. "Besides, I never said anything about chocolates for your gift, did I?" he added with sly smile.

John went into the condo unit's bathroom and the shower started soon after. Lucy lay down in the bed, still dressed in her business suit 'costume'. She could feel the warmth on the mattress where John and laid down, and the musky scent of his manly fluids. She closed her eyes with a smile on her lips and fantasized about what it might be like to someday take their touching to a whole other, sensual level.

When John left he handed her a thick envelope.

"This is way too much," Lucy protested when she saw the wad of bills inside. She didn't even have to count them to know it. John always gave her the agreed upon rate for the session plus a hefty tip. This was at least three times that by size alone.

"No, it isn't," John said firmly. He was dressed impeccably again in his expensive business suit. There was no sign of any lady's underwear beneath. Nor, she'd noticed slyly, was there any sign in the bedroom of her worn panties that he'd been sniffing.

"It's yours," he continued. "All of it. Plus I'll make arrangements to send your gift to our usual post office. I'll send you the tracking number when I get it."

"Thank you," Lucy smiled sincerely.

The petite brunette extended her hand gravely. She actually wanted to hug him, mash his face into her tits and cover his head in kisses. But she'd pushed enough boundaries for the day.

John looked at her hand for a moment, then reached out and took it with his. However, instead of shaking it, he bent at the waist and brushed his lips lightly against the skin.

"I hope you'll like your gift, dear Cleopatra," he said then turned and left the unit.

Lucy felt like she was floating on a cloud as she closed the door behind him. She pressed her hand - the one he'd brushed with his lips - to her mouth.

It was the closest the young escort had yet come to kissing her best client.