My Marlena

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“I sleep with women, too,” she said, and I felt a completely unexpected burst of arousal.  The funny thing was that the conversation had started out really awkward and then got relaxed and that comment made it awkward again. 

The business trip had been long and even though it was successful and gave me plenty of reasons to celebrate, I needed the damned drink in my hand.  When I sensed someone sitting next to me at the bar, I hoped desperately that nobody would try to pick me up.  I was thankful to hear a woman’s voice but confused when the voice said, “Well, if you’re working here tonight I better try my luck at the Harlander.”

I turned to look at the woman.  I noticed first that she was stunning, a lovely brunette with eyes so blue they seemed almost unreal, like they were painted on and not natural. She noticed that I had no idea what she was talking about and then she looked embarrassed. “Oh God,” she said. “I’m so sorry.”

It took me a minute to realize she’d thought I was a prostitute.  I was shocked but I also found myself intrigued, and I told her I thought it was flattering that she thought I had what it took to make a go of it.  We got past the initial embarrassment and ended up in a booth, sipping our drinks and talking like we’d been friends for years. She looked like she was in her late twenties, and I was right. She told me she was twenty-eight and she’d done calls to pay for college and then kept doing it when she found out her degree entitled her to a job earning forty-two thousand dollars to start.  She made close to twenty-thousand dollars a month and only worked four days a week.

She made as much as me.

She made as much as me and on a light week I worked sixty-five or sixty-six hours.  I suppose with my stock options, my 401k, and my health benefits I made more but it was still pretty damned crazy.  I asked her how long she was planning to do it and she laughed because she saw right through the question for what it really was, and interest in knowing when she’d be too old.  She was beautiful but would she still be beautiful at thirty-eight?

“I have regular clients, fourteen of them.  Most of them see me once a month, a few see me twice and two see me every week. Usually I’m booked solid but if a day I plan to work comes up when I’m not I hit the conventions like this.  Many who do what I do have eight or nine clients a day.  They’re the ones who get used up in a year or two, and everything they do gets robotic.”

“Was it hard when you started?  I mean I know we’re all adventurous in college but…”  I was definitely kind of slutty in college. I’d considered stripping to make money but I’d never considered being a call girl.

“I was lucky. My first client was really wealthy, and he was a sweet guy.  He was a widow and he didn’t want romance.  I guess he couldn’t be romantic without feeling like he was betraying his wife.  He wanted platonic companionship and then sex.  That was it.  I went to his house. We watched television and talked. There was no flirting or anything like that. He told me about his day and then he took me into his bedroom and screwed me.  It was like friends with benefits except he paid me.”

“But what about the other clients?”

She shrugged. “He saw me twice a week all through my freshman year of college.  I never had another client until I was a sophomore and I always built up regulars.  None of my friends knew what I did. They thought my parents were rich.” She leaned in and smiled conspiratorially at me. “The crazy thing was that they all thought I was kind of prudish.  If you want to know something crazy, compared to a few of them, I was kind of prudish.”

I found her fascinating, and it was strange to think that the two of us, two women who came from different worlds, could really be friends.  Actually, we didn’t really have too different of a background, I suppose.  I’d always thought if someone became a prostitute it meant they had to have been pushed into it or forced into it.  Marlena wasn’t like that at all.  She’d chosen the profession and she thought the stereotype was largely media-made, that both feminists and right wingers were extremely prudish but for different reasons.

“I mean, fuck, JoAnne. People protest for the right to control our bodies when it comes to abortion but they act like we have to be victims if we spread our legs for anything else. Right wingers think we’re sinners and left wingers think anyone paying us for sex is assaulting us.  It’s bullshit. It’s my body. I’ll sleep with anyone I want to, and whenever I want, and that’s that. I sleep with rich me, middle class men, and even poor men who save up for something special. Speaking of that, I’ve saved seven-hundred thousand dollars.  When I hit eight-hundred I’ll be done and, I don’t know, write a book or open a bar or something. All the judgmental fucks would have denied me that and told me it was for my own good.” 

Then she added that line that threw my mind into the blender. “I also sleep with women.”

Okay, prior to that I’d certainly imagined her in the middle of sex.  How could I not? How could you find out someone is a prostitute and not imagine her having sex? It had been all academic, though.  She was beautiful but I hadn’t been turned on or anything.  When she mentioned she slept with women, though, it was like a jolt of electricity to my clit. My clit and my nipples, actually. It was so strange to feel an immediate and rather overwhelming sense of arousal.  Sure, I’d fantasized about lesbian sex as much as the next girl but never specifically, never when I could immediately do something about it.

“Oh my God,” Marlena said, “We were having so much fun and now I ruined it. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to proposition you. Now you think the whole conversation was just bullshit to get money from you, I—”

I shook my head. “I’m not offended. I didn’t think that. I just…” I took a deep breath. “I want to hire you.” She looked at me curiously and I said, “Oh Jesus! Now you must think I was only talking to you to see if you…” The words trailed off and she smiled and then we both laughed like crazy.

Marlena said, “What do you say we both stop trying to figure out what the other one might think about our motivations?”

I nodded, and it was odd to be suddenly at ease. I said softly, “I’ve fantasized about being with a woman but never seriously enough to do anything about it or maybe just never with the opportunity in front of me.”

She smiled and said, “And now you have it.”

I smiled but then said, “You know what? I really like you though.” I sighed. “I mean, I could see us really becoming friends and I wouldn’t want… I travel here every two or three weeks and hanging out with you has been really fun. I mean…”

She smiled at me. “I like you, too. So let me give you a freebie.”

I stared at her in shock. “I have plenty of money, Marlena.”

She laughed. “No. That’s not what I mean. Look, if we sleep together it might get weird. Who knows? But it won’t get weird by me because I don’t get weird about sex, so if you can handle it we’ll still be able to be friends. Hell, we might even be friends with benefits.” She winked at me. “If we keep the money out of it, it won’t get weird for me.”

I looked at her and said, “But doesn’t that mean I’m taking advantage of you?”

She laughed. “What do you do?”

“I fix companies.  That’s an oversimplification but essentially I fix things when they’re broken.”

She nodded. “I knew you were smart. So tell me this. If a friend of yours had a business problem and you found out about it, would you give them some advice?”

“Of course I would.”

“And would that mean they were taking advantage of you?”

I laughed. “I see your point. But even though I like you, it’s not like we’re really friends yet. I mean, I want us to be but we just met.”

She giggled. “Would it help if I said you were hot as hell and I want to fuck you?”

Again, the arousal swept over me. I had to take a drink of my cocktail and when I finished I said. “Yeah. That helps. Jesus.”

She smiled at me. We’d just about finished our drinks, and I signaled to the bartender but Marlena stopped me. “They have a minibar in your room, right?” I nodded, nervous and excited. Okay. Terrified is a better description than nervous. “Well I fix a mean whatever the hell you want to drink. Let’s go upstairs.”

I nodded and we both stood and headed to the elevator.  She held my hand when we got in, and there was something so damned electric about that. “Look,” she said. “I’m the same girl I was downstairs. You know, my real name is Marlena. My professional name is Sonata. None of my clients know that. You’re with me, not with a call girl. Just enjoy it. I sure as hell will.” When she said the last sentence, she squeezed my hand and it was like my hand was a sex center. I gasped, and she giggled.

How I was able to make it to the door of my suite, I’ll never know. I made it, though, and Marlena was right there with me. I used the key card to open the door and she walked right inside.  I closed the door behind us and she began undressing. “Aren’t you going to fix drinks?” I asked.  My voice almost broke as I said the words.

She smiled at me. “After.  Now you can either get that dress off or I can take it off you. One way or another you’re going to be naked on the couch in a minute.”  As she said it, her dress fell to the floor. She was stunning, beautiful.  I stared at her as she stood in just her bra and panties and almost felt paralyzed as those came off. She stepped out of her heels and smiled at me. “Okay,” she said. “I’m undressing you, then.” A moment later I was on the couch in just my panties and my stockings, and there was something so damned erotic about the way she rolled the stockings down my thighs, over my knees, and then over my feet. I was so nervous I was afraid I was going to start giggling so I looked away and bit my lip. I felt her get on the couch next to me, and then her hand touched my leg. I breathed out a sigh as she ran her hand over my thigh, up over my naval, and then ran a finger between my breasts and over my throat.

Marlena’s fingers were cool on my skin, so it was strange to feel heat running through me as she touched me. It was remarkable actually. I was pretty sure that nobody’s touch had ever thrilled me the way that hers did. I turned my head back and immediately she put her lips on me. It was such a strange and unique experience for me. It was strange enough to find myself attracted to a girl, but to actually see the culmination of that attraction was profound. I lifted up my hand and put it on her cheek as she kissed me, and she took her hand, put it on my other hand and then it was my fingers I felt on my skin. She ran my hand up and down my leg as her tongue softly explored my mouth, and then she moved it so that suddenly I was touching myself through my panties.  It was such a strange but wonderful experience. She rubbed me that way for a while, using my hand to rub me as her tongue continued its gentle flicking and soft kissing. It was beautiful.

She kept it up for a long while and then took her hand off of mine. For some reason I kept touching myself. She reached for my nightgown and lifted it up so that suddenly I was naked from the waist up. She didn’t touch my breasts and I thought she would, but simply pulled my hand from my panties and a moment later I was naked. Completely naked, there on the couch. She smiled, spread my legs, and without any hesitation at all, she simply put her mouth on me. People had gone down on me before but it was nothing compared to what Marlena did. The sensations were astounding, absolutely staggering. As she licked, she reached for cushions and then lifted me up while still keeping her mouth on me to slide the cushions underneath my ass.

From that position it was astounding. Her mouth was intense. Men who’d gone down on me before had gone down on me in a way that always made it a prelude to something else happening. It was always a step on the journey, and sometimes what seemed like a reluctant step. It wasn’t that way with Marlena at all. She licked and sucked on my clit and thrust her tongue into me as though it were the final act. It was intense, absolutely wonderful and overwhelming. Her mouth seemed to be everywhere on me and in me, all at once. I moaned loudly and she kept it up, her tongue working wonders. I stared down at her. Her dark, dark, dark brown hair hung over her face but I could see her mouth working, and her eyes had this expression of absolute joy as she ran her tongue up and down my slit.

It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. And, it was also strangely sexy because her ass was in the air and I could see a tiny little heart tattoo right at the top of her left ass cheek, and I don’t know why I focused on that tattoo but as her tongue worked on me I found myself getting so damned close that I moaned like I was some kind of slut. Her hands never stopped moving along my thighs, never stopped running up and down and squeezing. All the while, her mouth drove me absolutely crazy until I finally cried out and my body slammed up against her face. She held me, held me right in place there as she continued to lick. I couldn’t believe the sensations running through my body and I couldn’t believe that it had been a woman who’d done it. It was beautiful and wonderful, and I pushed my hips up to meet her tongue and her mouth and I moaned like a complete and utter slut.

It was strange because she seemed to know how to extend my orgasm with her mouth, without letting me get so sensitive that I had to ask her to stop. Her mouth moved down and she used her tongue like it was a little dick, pushing it in, thrusting over and over, and then occasionally moving back up to suck at my clit so that spirals of pleasure would course through me again. She’d keep that up until just at the point I was ready to beg her to stop and then move back down, thrusting her tongue into me. It was crazy. I was pretty sure it was the longest orgasm that I’d ever experienced and it didn’t look like there were any signs that it was going to stop. She kept it up for what seemed like forever before she finally pulled her mouth away.

A moment later her fingers were inside of me, pushing in hard and fast. It was beautiful. I groaned and moaned and eventually began writhing on the couch, trying to get away from the stimulation. Only then did she stop. She pulled her fingers out, leaned down, and put her lips over my clit, not sucking, not licking but just keeping them there for two or three minutes. After that, she pulled her mouth away completely, climbed on top of me, and put her lips over mine. It was incredible to feel her weight over me and it was also incredible to feel her thigh over my pussy. As she kissed me, she began moving. At first I thought she was rubbing my pussy with her thigh but I realized quickly enough she was rubbing herself against my thigh. I moved my hands down to her ass, squeezing as she kissed me and I tried to move my thigh and help her along as she began rubbing faster.

She moaned softly against my kiss, using my thigh to stimulate herself and I let my hands wander, squeezing her ass but also moving up over her back, holding her head to me as she kissed me. Then, I desperately wanted to experience more. So, I pulled my hand away from her head and down to her other ass cheek, squeezing but then pulling her up. She didn’t understand at first what I wanted but when she did, she pulled her mouth off of mine. She kissed my nose and then my forehead and began moving upward. A moment later her pussy was right in front of my face and I was again overwhelmed by nervousness and also excitement. Okay, it was the terror and excitement, not nervousness. It was too late to get out of it anyway.

Her hands came down to my head and they lifted me up so that my lips were right against her pussy. Of course, I’d never done it before so I wasn’t exactly sure what to do but I extended my tongue and began licking. The wonderful thing about Marlena was, it didn’t really matter whether or not I had experience because she did all the work even with this. She held my head in place and while I tried to lick she began moving her hips so my tongue began sliding along her slit, over her clit. It was really intense actually. The sensations that ran through me were beyond any I’d experience before and it was so crazy to be giving rather than receiving and still feeling an orgasm running through me. I suppose it was all in my mind but I didn’t stop feeling the wonderful sensations that coursed through me just because it was more in my head than in my body.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and I tried to push my tongue deep inside of her. I succeeded a little bit but the wonderful thing was how her movements altered what happened with my tongue.  As she’d move her body it would come out of her pussy and swipe across her clit. Then she’d move again and I’d be back in her pussy. It was such an astounding and erotic experience for me. She began moaning more. Her movements got more erratic and it was kind of neat because it reminded me of when I’d give a blowjob to a boy and he’d get a little too aggressive because of the excitement that he felt. That was exactly what was happening right now except I wasn’t giving a blowjob to a boy. I was pleasing a woman and there was something so shockingly good about it that it drove me absolutely crazy.

I just licked as well as I could, pushed my tongue up every way that I could, held her ass cheeks as much as I could, and when she came I felt another explosion of bliss detonating up me, down me, in me, and through me. Her whole body seemed to shake and she stopped moving, but instead held me tightly to her. At the time, my tongue was working on her clit and my lips closed over it and I sucked hard and licked. She moaned crazily and then began moving again. This time moving very rapidly so that it was more my chin, and my nose, and my lips doing anything than my tongue. I had absolutely no control at all. I loved it though. I let go of one of her ass cheeks and moved fingers to my pussy, slamming them into myself as she came, moving them rapidly and quickly until, after about forty-five seconds or a minute she finally rolled off, groaning. I rolled to her. We almost fell of the couch as I kissed her but she maintained our balance. We just held each other, softly kissing as my orgasm finally started receding.

After about ten minutes, I finally felt a bit normal again. I kissed her softly and said, “Didn’t you tell me you knew how to make a mean whatever the hell I wanted to drink?”

She smiled at me and said, “After.”

“After?”

“You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you?”

She wasn’t finished with me by a long shot, and I ended up delaying my flight home for three extra days.  They were Marlena’s free days and I was grateful because when a client called her to try to schedule during one of the days, she refused. She spent the time with me, and she made plenty of drinks at the minibar, one for each of us every time she was finished with me.

From that point forward, I always scheduled my business trips on her off days. Every three or four weeks we spent a few days together, and though it wasn’t the four days straight of frenzied exploration it was the first time, we always made love each night, and it was always beautiful. We kept it up for almost two years before I found out she’d retired from her day job, or night job I guess. She’d hit her eight-hundred thousand dollar goal and then spent a year tapering off her clients.  Some of them loved her or at least thought they did.  She didn’t want to hurt any of them but she hadn’t slept with anyone other than me for almost six months. I asked her if she’d started on her book or found a bar or what she was going to do next.

She smiled and said she found a bar for sale and the price was right. Her credit was excellent, too, so she’d be able to buy it with just a fraction of her cash. Plus, she sold her home and it would close escrow in two weeks She was buying a home cash near the bar, and the home valuations were so much less expensive where she was moving that by the time it was all said and done, she’d have more money in the bank after she bought the bar and paid cash for her new house than she had when she started. Then she asked me if she could hire me because the bar needed to be fixed.

I laughed and said I’d do it for her for nothing.  In fact, I insisted she couldn’t pay me. She giggled and told me that was why she arranged for me to own twenty percent of the bar. I was shocked. I loved Marlena, and I knew she loved me. By then she was the best friend I had, the best friend I’d ever had. Still, that was over the top.

“I can’t take that, Marlena!”

She giggled and pulled an envelope out of her purse. “Shut up and sign the papers.”

“Okay but you better believe I’m going to earn it.” She told me she never had any doubt about that as I opened up the envelope. Then I dropped the papers in shock.  The bar was in my town.  She was moving by me.  I threw my arms around her and held her for a while and then a terrible thought hit me. I pulled away and looked at her. “Um… does this mean? Marlena, I…” Tears started filling my eyes. “I still like men, and I don’t think—”

She laughed and threw her arms around me. “Honey, nothing’s changing. I like men, too. It’ll be just like it’s always been.”

I held her tightly and the tears disappeared. I pulled away and kissed her and said, “But a whole hell of a lot more often.”

She laughed again and then proceeded to get started right away on a whole hell of lot more often.

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