When Clayton and Milky returned from the secret hideaway for the weekend, Lucinda was furious over a longtime client Mr. Biggs. “He’s gone through all our female escorts. And tires of them after one date. What should I do?” She paced the greeting room in disgust.
“Does he want a man?” Milky winked at Clayton.
“No he demands a woman to satisfy his big dick. So he claims.”
“Is he really that big?” Clayton smiled then laughed.
“I don’t know. The girls say he’s extremely dominant without relent. They do their best. But when he mentions taking them to Paris, they tell him that is not the agreement he negotiated.”
“Lucinda here’s your chance to appease our best client. Listen for a minute, don’t argue. He might simply be a romantic.” Clayton proposed an idea that they never before agreed to an extent to fulfill a customer’s demands. “You’ve never been to Paris. Why don’t you set up a date for him next Friday night?”
“Do you really think that’s all he wants? I don’t do extremely kinky sex with the men and women I’ve had.” Lucinda stopped walking back and forth in swift strides and sat down on the parlor chair.
“If he goes too far, just take your famous exit.” Milky was serious, not laughing or creating a joke to ease the tension she felt. “That has worked before, when your clients ask too much for what they paid.”
“Okay I’ll take the calls to setup the dates. If he calls I’ll take his bait. Keep your cells handy, if I do this. I might need your help.”
The next day Mr. Biggs called for a request for one of the girls. He was enthusiastic with Lucida being his date. She dressed conservatively and drove her Mercedes to the Mark Hopkins Hotel high atop Nob Hill. The Mark Hopkins looked the other way for wealthy businessmen catering to call girls and hustlers. They usually paid exorbitant prices for the penthouses. When she parked her car for the valet, Mr. Biggs stood by the front doors with his limousine waiting.
“I’m so pleased that you finally accepted my request to have you.” Mr. Biggs took her hand, escorting her in the rear of the car. He sat down, wrapping his arm around her. “To the airport if you please.” He directed the driver his itinerary. “I hope you don’t mind, my lovely Lucinda. We’re flying on my jet to Paris.”
“Tonight? Now?” Lucinda was taken by surprise.
“Yes, my lovely. I’ve wanted you to accompany to this beautiful city since I’ve been using your service. There is no other woman but you that could share this.”
“I hope you guaranteed a roundtrip ticket?” Lucinda made humor of his plan.
“Yes, my dear. We’ll fly back on Sunday.”
The trip on Mr. Biggs Leer jet was not surprising to Lucinda. They dined on extravagant food and champagne, retreating into the portioned bedroom for a night of sexual escapades.
Arriving in Paris the next day, they were greeted by another limousine. They chauffeur drove them to the Eiffel Tower in a cool rainy mist.
“Is this our final destination?” Lucinda asked.
“Yes and no. I have fantasized this moment with you here. The rain makes it perfect.” Mr. Biggs, holding a red umbrella, pulled Lucinda close and kissed her. Pressing her body close to him, she raised her left leg, losing her fears of his extreme behavior from the past. She enjoyed every second of his lips and tongue exploring her mouth. She had never fallen for a client like she experienced at this time and place.
He released her. “And now for the second part of our date, we’re going to enjoy cheese, wine and croissants in a café. I think you’ll enjoy this last part of our visit in Paris.”
When Lucinda returned home, Clayton and Milky anxiously awaited her arrival and summation.
“Well sis, how was he?” Clayton begged for feedback.
“Is his dick as big as his name implies?” Milky jested.
“Yes he is big. He was dreamy if not the man I’ve looked for all my life.”
Silence prevailed in the atrium.
“Uh, how serious is this?” Clayton demanded.
“I’ll let you know after next weekend.”