Savato, Juli 26, 2008 - Martini Barbecue, Part Two

I knew that I was losing a client as soon as I hung up the phone but I also knew that I did not have many friends in this town, especially friends who understand what I do and are willing to listen to me when I want to talk about it. My decision to see Luke was a decision weighed against potential outcomes. The worst that would happen would be the loss of a client who would not be able to hire me for much longer no matter what due to a difficult financial situation, while the best that would happen would be the acquisition of a new friend with whom I could share the less than polite sides of my life. Friendship has always been important to me and so I decided to bank on the winning situation rather than the losing option. I pulled my car up to his house at the north end of town and checked my eye makeup in the rearview mirror before strolling up to his front door, half a bottle of Swiss absinthe in hand.

It took a few knocks on the frame of the screen door before I saw Luke duck out of his bathroom with nothing on but the wind. He had been taking a shower and the quick glimpse reminded me just how magnificent the male body can be sometimes, especially when it is trained on regular bouts of hard physical labour. I found myself thinking that he looked rather like a real primate just then. I snapped out of my improper thoughts when he commented that I was earlier than we had planned. Truth be told I was right on time, just like I am always on time for our sessions, but I kept my mouth shut and watched him run about his living room just a little while longer before sitting down with bottle in hand. He finished tending to chicken he was cooking for dinner before joining me on the couch. We made some small talk for a few minutes before I offered him some of the absinthe. Luke seemed very intrigued by the liquor and I explained some of its history to him before he poured our first two drinks of the night into a pair of ceramic wine glasses which had been made by someone close to him. I took my absinthe with water and no sugar as appropriate but he took his straight and undiluted which, if you want a fine example of how my mind works, impressed me to no end.

Luke and I chatted on into the night and the more we spoke the more fun we had. As it turned out he and I actually had quite a bit to talk about and although I already knew him quite well - knowing a person well within the first few minutes of meeting that person has always been a specialty of mine - it felt good to cut loose and have a real conversation with another person who did not expect or need me to censor myself. But during the course of the evening I did learn a few things about Luke which I had not known before, things such as his talent for cooking the most splendid barbecue chicken that I have ever tasted. In fact the meal was the final nail to guarantee that I was going to have sex with this man. I was going to jump him like a rabbit on a pogo-stick and I was not going to charge him for the experience.

Which was a very strange thing for me to thinking. Yes it had been some time since I had slept with anyone just for the pleasure of fucking but I also tend to avoid sleeping with men unless it is professional fucking and payment is involved. Most of my recreational fucking is reserved for women and women alone. Luke only made matters more complicated because although he had hired me several times before we had never actually fucked during any of our sessions. He had only ever hired me so that he could indulge in some body worship, getting me in the nude and rubbing the entire surface of my body while posing me in various positions that often intertwined with his own physique. It was sort of like a slow and sensual version of Greco-Roman wrestling without any of the violence and all of the sweat. I would sometimes try to slip in a quick bit of head so I could feel like I was still working but even then the two of us had never enjoyed a proper fuck even once. Fortunately as I sat on the couch, pondering what it would be like to indulge in recreational fucking with a man who had hired me in the past but had never hired me for professional fucking, carpenter Luke decided to take matters into his own hands - in a very literal way - and asked me if I would like for him to give me a massage. The next thing I knew I was naked in his bedroom and those very strong hands of his were gripping me with quite a bit more force than they had in the past.

The two of us went at it for a considerable length of time before I decided that I was maybe falling in a little too far over my head. Just the fact that it was turning out to be one of the better fucks I had experienced in recent times made me nervous enough to make a quick exit, lest all of a sudden I find myself more attached to a former client than I had planned. Besides which I had made earlier plans to visit Buffalo Station after the dinner date so I could spend some time visiting with my best friend Annica who dances there. We used to live together, at least until I realized I could not handle living in one apartment with five cats and neither could be rottweiler, and I had not seen her since leaving Phoenix and arriving back in town. So after Luke and I were finished with round one I let him know that I needed to be going. He asked me if I could blow off my plans, and I told him that I could not, and after getting dressed I kissed him goodnight and made my way out the door and to the stripclub.

Buffalo Station turned out to be not so spectacular that evening despite the fact that most of the dancers seemed to be making better money than usual. Most of the dancers with whom I share actual friendships were not present and Annica was both drunk and (in every justifiable way) occupied with a customer who kept making oblique references to the yakuza while throwing twenty dollar bill after twenty dollar bill at her not altogether coherent self. I think the yakuza references were bullshit though, and that they were just his way of trying to sound like some kind of cool badass while visiting the stripclub, but if that is what helps him enjoy dropping the kind of money he was dropping on my friend then more power to him. But fun was still had by most and as the club closed I decided it was time to drag my partied out butt home. I would have done just that too had Luke not texted me at just the right moment to let me know that he was now in possession of ice cream and chocolate syrup.

Naturally the promise of desert took me right back to his house where he was waiting for me in bed. He offered to get me the ice cream but the sight of him laying on that very comfortable mattress was far more appealing than ice cream and syrup. I decided that desert would have to wait and I peeled off my dress for the second time that evening before joining him beneath the blankets. It was then that an attempt at sleep was made but instead our cuddling soon gave way to round two that evening, and let me just say that the second round was even better than the first. By the time the two of us were finished the sun was only minutes from beginning its morning rise and Luke was asleep beside me. I still had some energy to work out and so I helped myself out in as quiet a manner as possible but once I finished I learned that Luke had been awake the entire time. This of course meant that it was time for round three and when all was said and done, and the blankets had been all but kicked to the floor, we both finally passed out of consciousness and into sleep.

The morning after felt just a little bit strange for me. I was not at all concerned with what had transpired though I was curious to see how he would respond. But carpenter Luke was just as good that morning as he had been the evening before. He cut me up an apple for breakfast and he even mixed some of his ice cream and chocolate syrup into the cup of very excellent coffee he had made for me. We spent about an hour or so talking about various different subjects, which included a brief chat about his daughter who is closer to my age than I am to his, and then it was time for me to go home. Having had my desert and my breakfast all at once I kissed Luke goodbye and made my way out the door with a quick request that we do it all again sometime. I wondered what it was I was going to do with the rest of my day but instead of doing anything I passed into the deepest and most comfortable sleep I have had in a long time, once I made it home and back to my own bed. Eight collected hours of rough choke-me sex will do that to a person. This all of course leads me to believe that, while I may not have made the most financially sound decision for someone in my position, at least I can rest assured knowing that I still made a good decision all the same.