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Lucinda stood by the bright red new Mercedes, waiting for her brother Clayton. He was signing the papers for the sale of her new car.
Promoting her to a partner in his escort business, he whispered in her ear the night before. “Tonight went well. Thanks to you. I didn’t think you could please the lesbians like the other girls. You have proved yourself worthy to share as equals. I have a car waiting for you as a reward. We’ll pick it up in the morning.”
“What’s taking so long?” Lucinda placed her hand on her left hip impatiently. She stared at two older men gawking. They were eyeing her legs and black tight fitting dress. You’d think this was the first time they’d seen a fashionable lady in the morning. I could teach their wives a secret to keep them at bay.
“Here they are.” Finally Clayton came, handing her the keys and scaring the two men away. “Why don’t you take me for a spin my darling sis?”
“Just fasten your seatbelt. I’ll give you a ride you’ll never forget.”
After she pulled from the ramp of the Mercedes Benz Dealer, she floored the gas petal, laying rubber that screeched a shrill volume of noise, turning the heads of the pedestrians on the crowded sidewalks.
Cruising through the financial, retail, and hotel districts of San Francisco, Lucinda slowed the car, pulling into the long ramp of their mansion atop the hill in Pacific Heights.
Clayton jumped out of the car, waiting for Lucinda to follow him into the house. “Aren’t you coming in? We have to schedule the dates for tomorrow.”
“No. I’m having lunch with Milky.”
“Is that your gratitude for giving you this new Mercedes? Did you schedule this date or did he?”
“He asked me a week ago.” Lucinda lied, starting to shift the gear into reverse. “I’ll be back in an hour.”
She drove out of the drive way, leaving Clayton quite disturbed that Milky maybe attempting to hurt him more since they broke off their two year fling.
Lucinda gave her keys to the valet parking attendant. Hastily she walked carefree into the restaurant at the Hyatt Regency. Milky motioning his hand with a welcoming gesture caught her attention.
“I asked you to meet me,” Lucinda spoke comfortably, sitting down gracefully in a chair; “because I know you love Clayton. I want you to plead with him you made a mistake. You have to end this dispute. It’s not good for either of you.”
“Will he listen to me?” Milky’s head drooped, like he was subservient to a woman. He never has been the submissive as an escort.
“Yes. He just doesn’t want to be hurt again. He trusted you like the lover he never had. I don’t know what happened last Saturday with that man from London. I don’t care if he was lying about you stealing his money. I for one don’t believe that. Simply apologize to Clayton. Explain you misunderstood the financial settlement for your services.”
“I’ll do that, but I didn’t take that bastard’s money. He said he was disappointed because he wanted a kid, someone younger. I’ll be lying but, if that’s the only way to get Clayton loving and trusting me again, I’ll do what you say.”
The waiter came to take their orders. They discussed a plan. Milky would meet Clayton before the escorts were given their itineraries for their dates later that evening.
Clayton sat in the atrium scrutinizing the schedule carefully. Lucinda walked through the doorway in a slinky short blue strapless dress.
“You look stunning sister. And your scheduling was perfect for the women. One question- why didn’t you schedule yourself this evening? Or is your date a secret?” Clayton grinned deviously, admiring her dress.
“I scheduled my time with my brother. I have scheduled a secret date for you.”
“What?” He didn’t know if he was surprised or angry. He still felt too insecure from Milky’s disappearance. “I don’t know if I’m ready for another man.”
“You’re ready for the man who will be here shortly. Trust me. And most of all have patience.”
For several minutes Clayton was speechless, until Milky entered the atrium. He stood up defensively, his stature rigid and defiant.
“I came to apologize.” Milky reached for Clayton’s hand. “I was wrong. I misunderstood how the payment was scheduled. I took the money on his nightstand. I need you back in my life. Please forgive me.” Not waiting for an answer, he spread his arms around Clayton’s shoulders, squeezing him forcefully and grinding his groin into his lover’s strained posture.
Clayton stared at him, his eyes dark, soft and forgiving, not like the expression of anger a week before. “I want to trust you again. Don’t ever let anything like this happen again. If you feel uncomfortable with a client, call me. I’ll send another guy that matches their desires.”
“Okay. I’ll do that.” Milky wanted to kiss him but hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm him with his need to be in bed with him again.
“This topic is finished. We won’t discuss it again. What are your plans for tonight?”
Lucinda sat quietly, sensing their interaction to be alone. Content she interrupted them. “I’ll send the escorts out. I’m a partner now so I will handle all of them. You two need to be alone.” Without allowing a response she rushed through the doorway to the greeting room.
“Now we are alone. What were your plans for tonight?” Clayton repeated.
“I hoped I’d be with you until morning.” Milky brought him closer, kissing him gently. He needed to have Clayton respond with stronger dominance. He wanted him too much than to act like the aggressor, the role he usually played.
Clayton received his clue, when Milky withdrew his lips, forcing Milky back where their lips met again. A rage of Clayton's hormones responded, kissing him passionately while removing his jacket and unbuttoning his slacks. Their eyes met like magnets to metal, igniting the fire for their mutual sexual attraction they once burned together.
“Shouldn’t we go to our bedroom,” Milky questioned.
“No, I want you here, like when we first met.”