Unlocking Sexual Secrets
Part 79
Nifty / bisexual / adult-friends
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We were about to start our search when Louise's cellphone rang.
"Shit! It's Cara," Louise said, before adding, "I couldn't reach her yesterday. Ron, I'm going to take this, OK?"
"Eh, sure," I replied.
"Hi! Cara? Yes. Hi, OK, yes, we can talk. One minute."
Louise turned to face me and held her phone down by her side.
"Ron, I'm taking this upstairs. Do some searches. I hope I'm not too long."
Louise stood up, picked up her cigarettes and lighter, and walked upstairs.
==
Louise was gone around twenty minutes. When she came back downstairs, she poured herself another glass of wine, handed me what was left in the bottle, and sat down next to me.
"OK, Ron. You got your wish. Playtime with Cara's over. And Rudy. We've agreed to move onto other things. Other situations."
I wondered if Louise would mention Cara's email. I waited a few seconds, but she didn't. I took a mental note to be super careful and not give away the fact I'd been snooping on her laptop. 'Yeah, I know. She emailed you!', would have been an extremely stupid response on my part.
And the Alex thing? Not the time. There probably wouldn't ever be a time. In my mind, I'd already decided to let it slide.
The most important thing as I saw it, was working out how I was going to defuse any potential Donna drama. That needed my full concentration.
"So, even if we bump into each other," Louise continued as I contemplated the potential fallout from my illicit Donna liaison, "I don't want to do anything, you know, freaky, that involves Cara. And Cara didn't seem too upset, so I think we're all good."
"Ah, OK," I replied. So, Louise wasn't giving me the whole story, no mention of the email exchange earlier in the week. Nothing new there.
"OK, Ron. What we got? Show me!" Louise asked in a more cheerful manner than earlier, as she sat down beside me.
"OK, Louise. These girls all do outcalls. And they do couples."
"Three, Ron? That's all? Three?"
"Yes," I replied, "Of course, there's more choice if we want to drive to their place."
"No, not that. OK, show me!" Louise took the laptop and placed it on the coffee table. She stared intently at the screen.
"Right, Kim. Hhhhmm, Kim looks a little on the plump side. Too South American. And those tattoos, fuck. What the fuck IS that? A snake? A mermaid? No, not for me. Next!"
Louise lit a cigarette as I leaned over and closed the first tab, exposing our next option.
"Stormi! What kind of name is that?"
"I guess it's a hooker name," I replied.
"Yeah. Stripper name, hooker name, whatever. OK, she looks more interesting. I like the red hair. Fake boobs, and they are TOTALLY fake, well OK, not ideal. Not too many tattoos. She's a possible. Let's look at the last one."
Louise took a drag on her cigarette, before flicking to the third tab.
"Emmy. Hhhmm. She looks nice. Reminds me a little of Gwen Stefani."
I didn't see the resemblance myself, but I didn't say so as Louise kept on commenting.
"Sooooohhh. Smallish tits, big ass. That ass looks fake. But she's very pretty. Only a couple tattoos, and they're subtle. You think she's been photoshopped, Ron?"
I looked closely. There were none of the faded lines or tell-tale soft- focus blurriness in a lot of the pictures. I thought most of the photos were real. This definitely hadn't been the case with 'Kim'. Possibly Emmy's rear-end shots had been enhanced, if any had been. I told Louise this.
"OK, Ron. Let's see if we can get set up with Stormi. If not, back-up plan is Emmy and her maybe big ass. OK?"
"Yes, OK" I answered.
"You call her," Louise prompted.
"OK. Stormi?"
"Yes, Ron, Stormi."
I keyed in the first number on my phone, the number for Stormi. I was about to hang up when eventually the call was answered.
"Hiiiiee," a deep feminine voice replied, "Who's thees?"
"Oh, hi. Ehm, are you working today?" I asked.
"Offf coorse baibeee," Stormi replied slowly in heavily accented English. I glanced at the profile. Nationality, Puerto Rican.
"What you want? You come see me baibeee?" Stormi asked.
"Well, no. You do outcalls, right? You come to me?"
"Well, that's depens' baibeee. You in a 'otel?" Stormi asked.
"No, it would be a home visit. Me and my wife."
"Soyrrrreeee baibeee. Afternoons anyway I do only incall. And outcall only 'otel. You both can come my apartment baibeeee?"
I turned to Louise. I realized I should have put the call on speaker.
"Her place?"
"No," Louise responded firmly.
I went back to the phone call.
"Sorry, not possible. Sorry to have bothered you."
"OK, baibeeee. Maybe 'nother times. Byeeeeeee!"
Stormi hung up. Louise looked at me.
"OK, Ron. Emmy. Try her."
"I'll do it on speaker this time, OK?"
"You should have done that the first time," Louise replied.
I put the phone on speaker and rang Emmy's number. Again, there was a long wait before someone picked up.
"Hi."
"Oh, Hi. Is that Emmy?"
"Yes. Emmy speaking. How can I help you?"
Emmy spoke with a very light accent, a hint of some kind of European. Not totally American English.
"Are you working today?" I asked.
"Yes, hun. Says right there on my listing on the Website. Available 24/7. How can I help?"
"And you do outcalls. Like a home visit?"
"Yes, hun. Like it says on the Website, $300 per hour outcall, Uber/Lyft both ways, extra."
"And you're OK with a couple? I mean me and my wife?"
"Yes, hun. Also on my listing. Married couples are fine. I don't do MMF. FFM however, totally cool."
I turned to Louise, who nodded.
"OK, when can you come?"
"That depends on you, hun," Emmy laughed.
Louise whispered "six".
"Can you do six o'clock?" I asked.
"That I can, hun. But couple of things first. It's you and your wife, correct?"
"Yes."
"And the wife, she's playing?"
"Yes."
"And you're playing too? Or are you just going to watch?"
"I'll play too," I replied. I noticed a slight frown on Louise's face as I said that.
"OK, hun. Transport. The Uber or Lyft is booked on your account. I'll give you my address details via text, from this number we're on now. I need you to text me your home address first, I'll reply with my address. For the pick-up. You book the ride from me to you, and tell me the details, then the car comes to me."
"OK, that's cool," I replied.
"And just so you know. My listing. The photo gallery shows me blonde and also brunette in some pictures. Right now, I'm blonde. And we play safe. Condoms. Even on any toys. OK?"
"Yes," I replied.
"Actually, on toys, you want me to bring some?"
I looked at Louise.
"I have some, so no, I don't think that's necessary," Louise said quietly.
"I'll bring some just in case. Also, in case you're worried, I'll turn up dressed normally. I won't look like a hooker, so your neighbors won't suspect anything. If you have nosy neighbors that is. I'll bring some outfits in my bag. You can choose what I wear if you want. Or what I don't wear."
"OK," I replied.
"And I do all services, including anal. But anal is fifty extra. Also, and sometimes this happens, but if you and your wife want to DP me, I'll bring a strap-on, we have to use mine. And that's an extra fifty as well. I mean a hundred on top of the three hundred, for the DP. Three fifty if you want anal, and four hundred if it's a DP. OK?"
"OK," I replied.
"So, what's your name, hun?"
"Ron," I replied.
"And your wife?"
"Louise," Louise replied.
"Oh, so you've got me on speaker. Nice. So, it's three hundred cash, plus any extras, plus you get the travel. Text me your address including zip code once we've ended this call. Uber/Lyft details, send me those later."
"OK," I said, again.
"And Louise, hun," said Emmy, "You've done this before, right?"
"Yes," Louise replied.
"Good. Sometimes I get calls from couples, and the wife isn't too keen. Husband's treating himself to some wet-dream fantasy, maybe he hasn't even told his wife or girlfriend. Doesn't happen often, couples are mostly pretty cool. You're totally OK with this, Louise, hun, yes?"
"Yes, I am. It was me that suggested it, actually," Louise responded.
"Good, hun. I'm looking forward to meeting with you. Both. Text me soon. Ciao!"
Emmy hung up.
I texted our address to Emmy and received a 'Thank You!' text back. Then I got another text with an address a few miles North from us, where we'd send the Uber.
"OK, Ron, let's look at all the pictures of Emmy. I'm looking forward to this. One thing. I say everything we do with Emmy. You just shut the fuck up and play along. And do what you're told. OK?"
"Ah, yeah, OK," I replied, probably not too enthusiastically.
Louise picked up on this.
"Ron, don't think we're out of the woods yet. I still need to see a change in your behavior. And I am still not convinced you didn't fuck Shawna and Donna."
"Louise, .."
"Ron, shut up. And go and buy me two packs of Marlboros. I'm almost out."
TO BE CONTINUED