watch me suck your cock.” She watched his eyes open and the glazed expression as he looked at her head, bobbing on his cock.
“Good,” he moaned. “Good.” It took only moments until he shot his come into Maggie’s mouth. “Good,” he yelled. “So good.”
Maggie fingered his balls until he was completely drained.
Not even thinking about the fact that Maggie was unsatisfied, Gerry disappeared into the bathroom and Maggie heard the sound of the shower. “That was wonderful,” he called from the bathroom. “I need to get cleaned up now.” His tone was dismissive, so, with a sigh, Maggie dressed, wandered into the living room and poured herself another glass of champagne. It was far from the first time she had been asked to perform oral sex on a man who believed that it was such an onerous task that his wife wouldn’t want to satisfy his hunger for fellatio. Nibbling on some of the peanuts from the champagne tray, she gathered Gerry’s clothes and walked back into the bedroom. “I will leave now, unless there’s something else you want.” She folded his slacks and shirt and put them on the foot of the bed. She put his wallet on the dresser.
“No. That was fantastic.”
Maggie counted out four of the fifty-dollar bills he had given her and put them on the dresser with his wallet. “It was wonderful for me, too,” she said. “You know, oral sex isn’t a chore at all. I really enjoy it.”
“I guess your kind does.”
Stung, but understanding, Maggie left the suite.
As the scene faded, Angela said, “See what I mean? He was a married man and you did what you did for money. That’s adultery and it’s a sin.”
“Oh, lighten up, Angela,” Lucy said, clicking the keys on her terminal. “Get real. It’s done all the time. Sex is fun stuff and everyone should have his or her share.”
“Yes. I suppose you’re right to a point. I do take this sin thing a bit too seriously. But that still leaves us with a problem.” She turned to Maggie. “You.”
“Okay. So what does that mean exactly?” Maggie asked.
“Well,” Lucy said, “I’ve talked Angela into giving you a way to help us make the decision. A task for you to do. Like the labors of Hercules and all that.”
“Yes, Lucy did come up with an idea. We have someone for you to teach about sex. Someone who’s so ignorant, it’s shameful even to me.”
Maggie grinned. “Teach some guy about sex? That’s what I do best and enjoy the most.”
“That’s not exactly what we had in mind,” Lucy said. “It’s not a guy, it’s a girl.”
“I have to teach a girl about sex? A little girl?”
“A grown woman. Actually, she’s thirty-one,” Angela said. “And she’s never had a good experience in bed. A few bad experiences since high school and no real boyfriends.”
“Is she a nun? A total dog? Come on. Give me a break here.”
“Actually,” Lucy said, “she’s a nice woman, which makes me dislike her from the start.”
“She’s sweet,” Angela continued, “and she cared for her dying mother for eight years. During the final two, Barbara moved into her mother’s house and tended to her almost nonstop. She had a nurse come in during the day while she was at work, but Barbara was with her mother almost every other minute.”
“What does she do?”
“She’s a secretary to a big-time lawyer type,” Lucy said, “and she’s half in love with him. But during all the time she lived with her mother, she had no time to consider dating. Now that Mom’s no longer around, she has no clue where to start, and no self-confidence at all.”
“And why do you two care?” Maggie asked.
“Well, actually it was her mother who got us interested,” Lucy said. “She came through here about six months ago and asked us for help before we told her where she was to go.” Lucy and Angela looked at each other and made the thumbs-up signal. “She was a good and caring woman and regretted what she had put her daughter through. Ugh. Self-sacrifice. I hate that, too.” Lucy made a face.
“Anyway,” Angela said, “we haven’t done anything about it until now, but this seemed to be a great opportunity to put you to work to help us decide about which way you go, and do something for that nice mother, too.”
“And,” Maggie said, “put off the decision about me.”
Lucy grinned. “And there is that as well.”
“Okay,” Maggie said. “If that’s the only way to get a bit more time to play, it’s okay with me. Do I get powers?”
“Powers?”
“Yeah. Like Michael Landon on Highway to Heaven. Remember, he had the stuff.”
“The stuff? Oh, yes, I remember, Angela. He did little magic things. Tossed bad people into swimming pools and made flowers bloom for nice folks.”
“I do remember.” Angela sighed. “I always loved that show. Sent that nice Mr. Landon straight upstairs when he came through.”
“Sorry but no stuff, Maggie. Only Barbara, that’s her name by the way, only Barbara will be able to see and hear you. You can appear to her and converse with her when the two of you are alone. In public, she’ll be able to see you, but no one else will.”
“As to powers,” Angela said, “I think not, although if we see that you’re getting into trouble we may, and I emphasize may, help you out.”
“This is sink or swim for you, girl,” Lucy said. “If you succeed and help Barbara become a sexually whole person, you’ll get to go up there.” She raised her eyes heavenward.
“But,” Angela said, “if you louse this up, it’s…” She aimed her thumb at the floor and Lucy grinned.
“I’m not so sure where I want to be or, for that matter where I belong.” Maggie sighed. “Okay. Tell me more about this hardship case of mine.”
Angela and Lucy looked at each other, then Angela began. “She’s not a hardship case. She’s a very nice woman who has just gone through some difficult times.”
“I know. Her mother and all.” Maggie tapped her foot on the soft floor. “So what’s her problem. Men?”
“I guess that’s the heart of it.”
“Is she still in mourning for her mother?” Maggie asked. “That will make my job much harder, you know.”
“She’s not really in mourning,” Angela said. “Her mother’s death, when it finally came, was a blessing. It had been a long and very rough time.”
“She lives in Westchester County,” Lucy continued, “in the house that used to belong to her mother. Her father died when she was only four.”
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