Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“This apartment doesn’t pay for itself,” Mary said in a light tone.
“Yeah, but surely you make enough. You have two incomes.”
Madeline merely tossed her hair over one shoulder before giving me a pointed look.
“Inflation’s crazy these days, and we don’t make as much as you think. We’re support staff. Plus, if we want to save for retirement and contribute to our HSAs, we need to make more. It’s as simple as that.”
I nodded because I get it. Life ain’t cheap, and who am I to point fingers? I’m the one living in a trailer park, although of course, I could afford more. It’s my taste for simple living that keeps me at St. George Crossing, and the fact that I dislike flashy, gaudy things. So I merely nodded, and shut my mouth. It’s bad form to ask too many questions because working girls deserve their privacy, just like any other citizen. Besides, Mary and Madeline have always done right by me. I’ve been with the ladies for about a year now, and they would never breathe word of my anatomy to another soul.
“Can I get you a drink?” Mary asks sweetly. The beautiful brunette’s around forty-five, by my estimation. She’s gorgeous, with full, round cheeks, and a pouty mouth. There are only a few streaks of gray in her hair, which she arranges in gentle waves around her shoulders.
“Sure. Jameson on the rocks,” I say.
Mary nods before making her way over to a bar cart.
“So Carl…” Madeline begins, seating herself next to me on the sofa before crossing her legs. “We wanted to talk.”
I shoot the younger woman a look.
“Oh shit. This doesn’t sound good.”
Madeline laughs, a silvery peal in the air.
“No, it’s fine, don’t worry. It’s not bad per se. It’s just that we’re moving on with our lives, and we think you should too.”
I stare at both women.
“What do you mean, moving on? Are you leaving town?”
The mother-daughter pair exchange a look.
“We’re not leaving town,” Mary begins as she hands me my drink.
“We’re just moving on with life,” Madeline finishes, taking my big palm in her small one. “You know that I’ve been dating my boyfriend for a while now, right? Well, Rob proposed last week, and I said yes!”
I stare at her, dumbfounded.
”You’re getting married?”
“Yes!” she replies in a merry voice. “Rob and I have been seeing each other for two years, so it’s time. See? He got me a beautiful diamond.”
I start, before looking down at her small hand in mine. Sure enough, there’s a sparkler on her ring finger and I whistle.
“Nice.”
“I know,” she smiles. “I’m so excited to tie the knot. But that’s why we wanted to talk to you. I’m engaged now, and Mom is getting serious with the guy she’s seeing too. You remember Hugo, right? There’s a picture of him on the wall,” she says, nodding meaningfully to a photo of Mary and a burly man in a silver frame.
“Oh right,” I say helplessly. “Sorry, I forget sometimes.”
“No, it’s fine,” Madeline soothes. “But the long and the short of it is that we’ve decided we can’t be entertaining men anymore because it wouldn’t be right.”
“It was never right in the first place,” I interject darkly.
“Yes,” Mary acknowledges. “But it is what it is, and we made our choices. Now, we’re making another choice, mainly that it’s time to move on. For us, as well as you, Carl. You should find a woman to date. Someone who loves you and doesn’t charge money for intimacy,” she adds meaningfully.
I snort.
“Who would that be? Who could I trust with my secret?”
Mary and Madeline share another look before shrugging.
“I think you’re underestimating the female sex,” Mary says in a gentle voice, placing her small hand on mine. “There are a lot of women out there who are discreet, and who would respect your privacy. I think you’d be surprised.”
“You shouldn’t need to buy a woman’s silence,” Madeline adds. “I’m not sure why you think that money’s the only way to ensure someone’s discretion, but I assure you, that’s not true. A woman who loves you would be able to keep her lips shut, no matter what.”
I shake my head.
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
The women share another look as Mary’s hand begins moving up my left thigh.
“The only way to find out is to give it a try,” she murmurs. “Have you tried it before? Have you ever made yourself vulnerable and put yourself in the hands of a woman?”
“It could be worthwhile,” Madeline hums, her hand trailing up my right thigh. “You never know.” But I don’t get a chance to respond because our interaction is heating up exponentially. Soon, the ladies have my two cocks out, their eyes wide and appreciative as they take in the double monsters.
“Did you get bigger?” Madeline breathes before leaning in to trace her tongue along the vein of my upper cock.