The pros undoubtedly got a cut of the fees, but everything a session with an amateur brought in most likely went directly to the house.
This was a new concept for a brothel to me, and one that seemed to be clever.
* * * * A forty-five minute session didn't permit much opportunity the first time to shake off the awkwardness and the nerves of what touted itself as a dating service and to get much beyond petting, groping, and getting each other off with hands and mouths. You won't really want—" "No, I don't want to fuck him. Just don't let him spin you out with foreplay; that's his way of squeezing out a second session. He'll be good for you." "You're plenty good enough for me. I'll check where you'll be and I'll deliver the information you want before your session with Julio." Rick was right about Julio.
And it was a bit taxing to do this with a new "date" four times within four hours. One of his relatives has lost contact." That was true, of course, but no reason Rick had to know that the relative looking for Creighton was his wife. As I said, I'm just trying to locate him for a relative." "A rich one, apparently, if you're willing to pay a Franklin for the information." "The guys rich, yes. Deliver me an address on Craig and I'll be back with you next week." And I would too—written up on Sophia Creighton's services bill. He tried to spin the introductions and "getting comfortable and aroused" up-front parts out, but I swiftly let him know that I wasn't fooled one bit about the dating service fig leaf, that I'd bought his ass for three-quarters of an hour, and that I intended to make full use of the time—and of his ass.
There had been a bit of a struggle on who was going to be the top between Rick and me, but I'd read his profile. I felt him relax and legs fall apart and spread for me. He'd given "personal trainer" as his occupation in his profile—and his bio photo, showing him shirtless upheld that possibility, but rent-boys habitually give themselves a false occupation, so one never knows. I'd sent him a callout for an appointment, but he hadn't answered. * * * * Rick made good on his promise, and he stood there at reception with me at the end of my Quad Dating day while I signed up for two consecutive sessions with him, topped off with a fourth of Julio for the same day the next week—all thanks to Mrs. To tell the truth, I'd already served him with the divorce papers. "Those other appointments had been erased in Don's computer when I saw them—but I knew how to unerase them.
He already was moaning and moving his hips when I moved inside him and started to pump him deep. Apparently he hadn't answered because he'd already run off with Don Creighton. When he didn't show for appointments, he was given the boot. Creighton's open purse and burning desire to be rid of her husband the lucrative way. But Tim was my personal trainer and gave me special service. Just for spite, Don found out who was giving me that special inner glow and he's taken Tim away from me. When I saw he'd been with Tim, I knew that's who Don had run off with. And I chose you for more than your muscles and your good looks.
Saying yes to her proposal wasn't difficult as I had no other work pressing, and I wouldn't mind trying out one or two of those sessions she was paying for. * * * * I was gratified to find that Sophie had assessed my chances in the Quad Dating profiles correctly.
The only thing that Sophie Creighton related to her husband's disappearance when she called me in to try to track him down was his recent obsession with an online dating service. He had packed a suitcase and, she said, had been withdrawn and acting strangely for some time.
She said she primarily wanted to know where he was so that she could have divorce papers served on him.
The appointments were for four-hours at Quad Dating's facility, an old downtown hotel converted for the purpose.
The four hours was broken into four separate appointments for forty-five minutes each in a hotel room, to do whatever the two (or more) of you wanted to do. You could sign up for fewer sessions, but you paid for all four. Sophie had found not only Don Creighton's personal profile on the dating site Internet page but also evidence of his last session signup.