I woke up earlier than usual, most likely because I slept so well. The sun began its daily spectacular light show as it climbed above the horizon. I slipped into my favorite terry cloth robe and tied it loosely at the waist, then headed downstairs to brew coffee.
I had time to sit down and enjoy that first cup of java, so as soon as the coffee maker began that cute gurgling sound that signals it's nearly finished, I poured myself a cup. Mixing in my usual half-and-half and a packet of Sweet 'N Low, I sat down at the kitchen table and took a sip.
Before I could take a second, my cell phone rang. Who the hell would be calling me at seven fifteen in the morning, I thought as I dug the phone out of my purse. Looking at the caller ID, I read the name Barry. What the fuck would he want at this hour?
Reluctantly, I accepted the call, "Hello," I said.
"Margaret, this is Barry," he said.
"I haven't yet deleted you from my speed dial list so I could see it was you," I replied sharply.
"Oh," he said, then continued, "Well, thanks for taking my call anyway."
If I wasn't a little inquisitive about why he was calling so early, I would have told him to go fuck himself and hung up on him, and that was still an option.
"And what do I owe the honor of such an early morning call from you?" I asked rather curtly.
He didn't answer immediately. After a couple of seconds, he said, "Did you get papers yesterday?"
"Yes," I replied.
Another pause before he asked, "Have you retained counsel yet?"
I wondered where this was going and answered, "Yes, not that it's any of your fucking business."
"Margaret, you don't have to cuss at me," he answered.
"Fuck you!" I replied quickly.
"Well, you'll want to get the papers to your attorney as soon as possible," Barry suggested.
"Already done, and she told me that judging from the time frame, you had the papers drawn up long before we separated," I replied.
He avoided replying to my statement but continued, "Well, I just wanted to make sure you knew what to do with the papers."
"You're giving me legal advice?" I questioned.
"Not formal advice, but I wanted to make sure you knew what to do with the suit papers," Barry answered.
"I'm not fucking stupid, Barry. You'll recall I used to suck an attorney's cock," I replied.
He giggled, I assumed because he did enjoy my oral talents so much. "Yes, and very well, too," Barry answered.
"Best on the planet," I accidentally replied.
Barry paused again, then said something that surprised me, "You know Margaret, I'd really like it if we could get through this without much pain."
He'd already caused more pain than he realized, and his remark about this being a painless divorce pissed me off.
"You cheating bastard. You're suggesting we make this painless when you were the one out there fucking your little slut secretary, and who knows how many other cunts! Give me everything I want, and we'll make it painless from this point forward," I shot back.
"Wait a minute," Barry started, but I interrupted him.
"No, you wait a minute! You know as well as me that the only reason you want this to be painless is you're worried about what a messy divorce will do to your standing with the firm.
"I just thought."
I interrupted him again.
"You thought you could have your cake and eat it too; that's what the fuck you thought. Don't ever call me again; if you want to speak to me, do it through my attorney," I nearly screamed into the phone.
Before he could reply, I hung up on him. I was hotter than my morning coffee that he would have the nerve to call me the morning after he'd had me served with divorce papers.
I'd certainly want to fill Laura in on that phone call when I spoke to her later. I could thank Barry for the adrenalin rush because I was ready to start my day after his call.
I went upstairs to shower and shampoo my hair. Drying and curling my blonde locks took longer than the shower, and by the time I finished, it was nearly nine.
Perhaps I'd give Laura a call before finishing up with my make-up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I dialed her number on my cell.
"Good Morning, Laura Stevens speaking," she answered the phone as usual.
"Morning Laura, it's Margaret Jacobs," I replied.
"Margaret, I spent a couple of hours last night reading the suit papers," Laura started.
"And what do you think?" I asked.
"I think he might be up for junior partner at his firm. And I know the principles at that firm frown on any partner who's been accused of adultery; they don't frown on adultery, just on getting caught. If we depose him and his secretary, they could both be out of work quickly. His allegations for filing are pretty much standard fill-in-the-blanks you would see for a no-fault divorce. If we play our cards right, you may be sitting pretty when all is said and done," Laura explained.
"Barry called me this morning and asked if I got the papers. He wanted to ensure I had an attorney and would get the papers to my lawyer as soon as possible," I told Laura.
"That doesn't surprise me one bit. It goes with what I think about him wanting a quick, simple, no-fault divorce," Laura said.
"I like the sound of that," I replied, then asked, "So you think I can keep the house?"
"Well, if my suspicions are correct, you could get the house, all the furniture, your car, and within reason, just about any amount of alimony you want," Laura remarked.
"Really, won't they look into my past and present?" I asked.
"If it even comes up, I'll immediately hit them with a request to depose them both, and that's the last thing Barry wants," she said.
"Because he wants to continue with his lily-white image with the firm, we have his ass over a barrel. It's give you everything we ask for, or stand a chance of being an associate forever," Laura continued.
This is sounding better and better," I said.
"We may be able to settle this whole thing with a couple of phone calls, then wait for the court to review the settlement and issue the decree," Laura said.
"So, where do we go next," I asked.
"Let me call his attorney this morning, and we'll meet later to discuss what he said," Laura said, then asked, "Is a thousand a month alimony okay with you?"
"Sounds good," I replied.
"I have you scheduled for eleven thirty," she remarked.
"Something came up, and I can't make that time. Can we meet later in the afternoon?" I asked.
"Sure, how about four? Maybe instead of lunch, we could do dinner," Laura suggested.
"That'll be perfect," I answered.
Laura replied, "Great, see you then."
She again disconnected before I could say thanks and goodbye.
I tossed the cell on my bed next to my purse and went to the closet to pick something to wear. A lunch appointment called for something light and airy and a little more mischievous for when Randall and I were alone. For the light and airy part, I selected a powder blue knit dress open at the front that tied around the waist. It's the kind of dress that you can untie, and it falls open in front. Of course, I had a perfectly matched pair of near-stiletto heels. I considered a black garter belt and thong with smoke-gray seamed stockings and a matching bra that clasps in front for the mischievous part but settled on thigh-high stockings, thong, and bra instead.
I carried everything to the bed and slipped the thong on before sitting down to gather the stockings carefully on my fingers, then smoothed them up my legs. Slipping on the heels, I stood up and walked over to the full-length mirror on my closet door. My hair looked Mansfield-like, soft waves of blonde cascading around my face and barely touching my soft shoulders. I pursed my lips and leaned forward just a bit, using my arms to press my luscious tits together. Very sexy, I thought. I stretched the bra around my back and secured the cups together in front, then slipped one hand inside to position my tits so just the right amount of soft milky white skin oozed over the tops.
Moving to my make-up desk, I applied only a hint of pale blue eye shadow. I used a little mascara to lengthen my lashes and a perfectly applied coat of pink lip gloss. I finished with a dab of Channel #5 behind each ear, and what was left on the applicator went into my cleavage.
I slipped the knit dress over my shoulders and tied it tight enough that nothing fell out but loose enough so that when called for, I could slip a long, sexy finger under the fabric and give Randall a hint of things to come.
Standing before the mirror to check everything, I pirouetted on the heels. The dress swung around my legs, and the opening parted just enough to show my sexy thighs almost to the darker stretch hems at the top, then settled perfectly back in place.
"Outstanding," I commented to myself.
A small blue clutch purse was filled with only the essentials: lipstick, mascara, cell phone and my card wallet. I headed downstairs and grabbed a three-quarter-length black leather coat in case it got cooler later in the afternoon.
As I pulled away after backing the Benz out of the garage, the dash clock read eleven twelve. I had eighteen minutes to drive the seven or eight miles to the appointed spot where I would collect my pay envelope from Daddy. Traffic was light, so I made the trip in fifteen, pulling the car to a stop away from all the other vehicles in the parking lot. I left the engine running, knowing Daddy was always prompt and true to form, two minutes later, his tricked-out Chrysler 300 entered the lot and circled my car so he could stop driver's door to driver's door. Even with the windows closed, I could hear the thumping beat of what I assumed were massive speakers hidden away behind the back seat.
The window glided down to reveal Daddy, a thick stogie between his lips. He reached over and turned the music off. "Angel, you're looking fine today, woman," he remarked, keeping his eyes straight ahead.
"Why, thank you very much, Daddy," I replied, flashing a huge smile.
He turned his head toward me and said, "Great job with the senator-elect babe. He's the kind of client that can get the heat turned down with a single phone call if need be."
I smiled again, then replied, "Just doing my part for the company."
His long arm stretched easily between the two cars, and palmed in his big black hand was a plain white envelope. "A little something extra for your effort," he said as I took the envelope from him.
"Don't procrastinate on travel arrangements for Cancun. This time of year, it can be hard to get reservations on only a week's notice," Daddy remarked.
I shook my head and replied, "Stopping at my travel agent's office later today."
"Good girl," he answered, "You better get going, Randall expects promptness," Daddy added as his dark window glided up, and he hit the gas to speed off toward the lot's exit.
I opened the envelope and thumbed through the stack of bills, most of which were fifties. Indeed, it looked like Daddy was more than generous with his something extra. I stuffed the envelope in my glove box and headed off to meet with Randall Dietrich, Gulf War veteran and my next hopefully happy client.
Fifth Avenue runs downtown, so I just needed to cruise it until I got to Richland, which took about forty minutes. As I approached the intersection, I scanned for a place to park. There was an eight-hour park and shop lot a half block from the corner, so I pulled in and stopped at the small shack where the attendant kept warm.
An elderly black gentleman stepped out and rounded the front of the Benz as I lowered the window.
"Ya all gonna do a little shoppin tis afternoon?" he asked, his eyes clearly noticing my sexy legs.
I lifted one thigh, so my dress rode up a little, "Something like that," I replied.
"I'm here till six," he said as he reached for the door handle.
He opened the door; I turned and let my dress fall open, giving him an even better view of my long, sexy legs, this time flashing some creamy white thigh above my stockings, "I shouldn't be later than four, darlin'," I said, flashing him a wide smile to go along with the flash of flesh between my legs.
As I stood up and my dress closed, I said, "You take good care of my Benz, and there will be something extra for you," I jiggled my tits a little giving him something to daydream about until my return.
"I'll be extra careful with those, err, it," he said in an obvious Freudian slip of the tongue.
I left my jacket in the car and slowly walked out of the lot, leaving the old guy watching my every move.
As I walked the half block back to Richland, every male eye was drawn to my form. With each step, a sexy knee popped from between the fabric of my dress, and I smiled, thinking I could have any one of them wrapped around my finger in no time.
I was learning very quickly that prompt arrival at the planned meeting place meant I wouldn't have to fend off offers of "Hey babe," "What's up sexy," or "wanna get a drink," comments from men while I waited for my client.
Fortunately, as Daddy had said, Randall was very prompt. At precisely twelve-thirty, a stretch limo pulled to a stop at the bus stop directly in front of where I was standing.
"Hop in, Angel," a voice said from inside as the back door flopped open.
I walked across the sidewalk and, without even looking inside, slipped into the back seat. But the car was empty except for the driver, smiling at me over the seat.
"Hello," I said, wondering how he'd opened the door from where he was seated.
Being the curious type, I asked, "How'd ya do that?"
He smiled again, then replied, "Motorized doors, of course."
Just as quickly as it had opened, the door closed and locked, and the driver pulled back into traffic as I sat back in the rich black leather seat.
"Where's Randall?" I questioned him.
"Who?" he replied.
Then I remembered Daddy's email and corrected my question, "Sorry, I meant Randy."
"That would be me," the driver replied.
"Where are we going?" I asked, wondering how a limo driver could afford an appointment with the girls from Elegant Escorts.
"You'll see soon enough," Randy replied as he got on the interstate and headed out of town.
I figured along with seeing where we were going, I'd come to understand the how part of my thoughts also.
Randy moved the long vehicle expertly in and around other traffic, and I just sat back and enjoyed the ride. It's best to relax so I'd be ready for him to enjoy the ride later.
"Want some music?" Randy asked.
"I'm good with the quiet for now," I answered.
We traveled six or seven exits before Randy steered onto the exit for Willow Lake, then drove the short distance to the entrance of the exclusive residential area at the north end of the lake.
Randy lowered his window and waved at the guard sitting by the sliding glass window inside the shack.
I supposed he was well-known by the guard since he didn't slow down.
A short time later, Randy turned into a long paved driveway that, from what I could see, headed off into the woods.
I smiled, thinking he was gonna grab me bend me over some dirty old tree stump, and fuck my brains out, but I quickly came to realize that the driveway led to a very spacious-looking octagon building that looked like it was all roof.
"What an interesting building," I said as we approached.
Randy replied, "It's a geodesic dome, and it's what I call home."
Through the trees, I could see the shimmering of water. Randy pulled to a stop in front of the dome and turned the limo off.
"Let me get the door for you, Angel," he said as his door opened.
I watched intently as he rounded the front of the car and walked back toward the door. He had no limp, so his legs were just fine, and since he was rather handsome, I already knew he hadn't suffered a head wound in Iraq.
Randy opened the door and reached in, offering me his left hand.
"Thank you, kind sir," I said as I slid toward him, trying to keep my legs ladylike for now.
I stepped aside, and after closing the door, Randy said, "Since this is your first time here, let me give you the fifty-cent tour."
As we walked toward the front door Randy put his right hand in the small of my back. It felt firm and somewhat hard without the normal movement of fingers when a man first touched me there.
I smiled and remarked, "This is an awesome place."
Randy grinned and replied, "Wait."
I didn't have to wait long. He opened the door and waved his hand. "Welcome home," he said as we stepped through the doorway.
His home was very open and round. Across the expanse of rich oak flooring was a double set of French doors that led onto a massive deck. Off to the right, the open kitchen had an elevated counter with stools facing the stainless steel work area behind.
On the opposite side of the dome, a staircase led up to a loft with massive windows that looked down on the deck.
As we walked across the oak flooring, I could hear my heels clicking on the wood.
"Awesome place, Randy," I said as we neared the exit to his deck.
Randy reached out with a very stiff-looking hand and pushed on the door's lever. "Step out here," he said.
I stepped through the door and walked to the other side of the deck. The view of Willow Lake was spectacular. Randy's home was positioned at the very tip of the lake, and from here, you could see across to the other end.
I turned to him and said, "What an incredible view."
He waved his hand at the lake and replied, "This is why I bought the place."
As he brought his hand down, I realized it was a prosthetic hand.
I turned to face him and took the limb between my hands, "Did it hurt much?" I asked.
Randy smiled, knowing I'd discovered his handicap, then answered, "Actually, it didn't; one second, my hand was there, and the next second, it was vaporized. Fucking IED jumped up and shook hands with me," his broad smile acknowledging that he was totally comfortable with his device.
I reached up with one soft hand to touch his face, "I'm so sorry," I said.
Randy laughed and then said, "Don't be; this is the reason you're here," he admitted, waving the stiff prosthetic in the air.
My confused look must have shown.
Randy continued, "After I recovered, the VA offered me a loan program for handicapped vets. I took them up and started the limo business. That was fifteen years ago, and for the last ten, business has been very good. Last year, I did a hundred fifty grand clear after expenses."
"Wow," I said.
"I haven't found a girl I want to share the rest of my life with, so Elegant Escorts is the next best thing," he explained.
I pulled him close to me, our hips barely touching. "How about we go back inside and enjoy the next best thing."
"After you, darlin'," Randy replied, waving his good hand toward the door.
I walked a little before him, moving my hips more as he followed. I was sure his eyes were fixed on my ass and long shapely legs as we crossed the deck again.
Inside, Randy asked, "Can I get you a drink?"
"Love one," I replied adding, "But only one." Letting him know I didn't need to be half looped to enjoy his company.
Randy headed toward the kitchen, slipped his black limo driver's suit jacket off, and hung it over a chair. His necktie slipped from beneath his white shirt collar and joined his coat.
"That's better," he said.
I followed him into the spotless kitchen and backed him against the granite counter. With a sexy grin on my pink lips, I reached up and unbuttoned the second and third buttons below his collar. "That's even better," I remarked, exposing the top of his hairy chest.
His smile confirmed that he'd want me to proceed in a little while.
I stepped backward away from him as he asked, "What's your pleasure?"
When the small of my back touched the eating counter, I smiled and replied, "I just love oral."
Randy laughed loudly and said, "That's good to know, but I was talking about your drink."
I turned and scooted up onto the end stool than crossed my legs letting my dress part and giving him a view of my shapely thigh. Hooking one heel over the rung of the stool, and dangled the other toward him and said, "Surprise me."