'Really…that would be great. Got anyplace in mind?'
'No, we'll just go clubbing. Julie knows a lot of the bouncers around here so we should get in without waiting in line, if there is one.' Beth finished her eggs and walked the dishes back to the sink. 'Oh, I almost forgot, I've got to go out later.'
Jim tried to sound surprised.
'Now what? I thought we'd got out today…I wanted to see Central Park.'
'Ah, I'm sorry, Jim…we'll do that tomorrow, though, I promise. I made a doctor's appointment and I can't miss it.'
'Doctor? You don't look sick.' Jim said as he turned to her.
'Well, I'm not.' Elizabeth said and laughed. 'It's just a yearly check-up…it's with my gynecologist, if you must know.'
'Hey, you're telling me more than I wanted to know!' Jim joked and Elizabeth threw a dish towel at him. 'Is it a male doctor?'
'Jim! If you must know, it's a woman.'
'I thought so,' Jim said as he took his dishes to the sink. As he walked toward her, he jabbed a little more at her. 'It would probably be pretty embarrassing to have some guy examine you.'
Jim saw her face tense up as he brought up what was part of her actual job; he wondered if it was because she wanted to keep it secret or if she thought maybe he knew somehow.
'Let it go, Jim,' he thought.
But she went on with the conversation, 'Yeah, I don't think I'd feel as comfortable if it were a man..although I know a lot of women that go to male gynoes.'
'Hey, how about renting a movie or something before you go?' Jim asked to change the subject.
'Yeah, we can do that. What do you want to see?'
'Hell, there's so many I haven't seen…the folks haven't even bought a VCR yet, you know.'
'Oh, you poor thing,' Elizabeth said in jest as she hugged him. 'Let me get dressed and we'll go to the movie store.'
Jim swore he could feel her nipples through her nightshirt, even asleep, they were prominent. He remembered the way she'd pulled on them when she'd been up on that stage the night before and he felt himself getting a little excited.
Then, she turned and shassayed out of the kitchen.
'Man, you're a sicko…' Jim muttered to himself but didn't really mean it. His sister had chosen a lifestyle that emphasized her sexuality, so who could blame him?
They ended up renting 'Basic Instinct' as Jim's choice. He'd heard a lot about it, especially that Sharon Stone flashed her beaver in one scene. The plot of the story had so many holes in it, it was laughable. But Stone and her girlfriend, Roxy, looked really hot.
Jim couldn't help noticing that Elizabeth went to the kitchen for a Coke just as Roxy and Stone did a lesbian kiss. Coincidence?
After the film, went in to shower and re-emerged later wearing a pair of nice shorts and a tanktop-type shirt. She said she'd be back later in the afternoon. Jim told her he might go out to look around the city more but he'd probably be back before her if he did.
She left and Jim went into the kitchen, took out the bottle of Vodka from the freezer and had himself couple of shots, laughing when he thought how great it would be if he showed up and Julie introduced him to Sharon Stone.
'Wouldn't that be a kicker?' he said aloud as he went back in to watch that first scene with her riding that guy before she stuck him with that ice pick.
Jim was feeling slightly buzzed when he stepped from the cab later. He paid the cabbie, a smelly something-or-other that had been playing some kind of music that sounded like a cat being stepped on for twenty minutes…the same song for twenty minutes. God only, knew if he'd taken the shortest route.
The cab pulled away and Jim looked around. The street number Julie had given him was displayed over a pizzeria, so he went in there. No sign of Julie. He was a few minutes early, so he ordered a Pepsi and sat in the window booth.
Ten minutes later, Julie came walking down the sidewalk, turning the head of many men in her wake. She saw him and waved him to come out.
'There's my favorite stud,' Julie said and gave him a nice kiss. 'Come on, we're just going around the corner.' She took his hand and they walked around the corner and down the next street.
Halfway down the block, Julie steered him into what looked like a bar. A small sign above the door read 'The Whipping Post'. It was fairly dark on the inside after the door swung closed but Jim had time to take in the bar on one side of the room and a rather small area of tables and booths on the other.
A big guy sat at one of the tables, reading a paper.
'Thanks, Butch. You can lock her up now,' Julie said as they went past him and down a narrow hallway. Jim wondered what the hell was going on; apparently the place wasn't yet opened for business, yet Julie seemed to have the run of the place. Behind him he heard the front door being locked.
At the end of the hall, Julie opened a door and they entered what looked like another party room. There were several couches, a small bar in one corner. Julie locked the door behind them.
'A lot of doors being locked around here.' Jim said.
'The place isn't opened yet but I don't want anyone disturbing us,' Julie said as she went past him toward the bar, playing her hand across the front of his jeans suggestively.
'Mmmm. Tell me that you've been pulling my leg and you've decided you want me to fuck you for real this time.' Jim said, ready to take some more of Julie if she wanted it.
Julie moved behind the bar and poured herself a small glass of a brownish liquid.
'I might take you on again,' Julie said, 'but first you're going to have to satisfy my client. She's right behind that door.' Julie motioned toward another door beside the bar.
'Really?' Jim said with a little excitement in his voice. All the way in the cab, he'd been thinking about young actresses. TV actresses, movie actresses….Julie said he'd know her. Was it that girl from Married with children? Or maybe Winona Ryder? Shit, it could be anyone!
'Mmmhmm. Now, let me explain what you're going to be doing. My client, for obvious reasons, does not want her face to be seen by you. She's afraid all this might get into the tabloids and ruin her…but she likes it so much she keeps coming back for more.'
Jim flopped down on one of the couches as Julie went on.
'So, she's gone to great lengths to disguise her body. You'll see when we get in there.'
'We?'
'Yeeaaaahhh,' Julie said as she came around the bar, 'I'm going to be in there watching you.'
Jim grinned at that. God, this might be good.
'I can see you don't mind. Anyway, my client likes me to talk to her when she's being fucked — just me, not you. You can't talk when you're in there. If you do, I won't get paid and you can forget about anymore sex with me.'
'Can I grunt and moan?' Jim said jokingly.
'If you must,' Julie smirked as she raised a foot and laid it on his lap. Jim spread his legs a little wider and began to massage her calf as she used her shoe on his groin. The pressure and the talking about what was in the next room began to have an immediate effect.
'I got it, no talking,' Jim promised. 'What else?'
'In there, you do what I say; I'll be suggesting things. That's about it. I want my client to enjoy herself several times, if you get my drift. I don't think you'll have a problem in that area, she's pretty easy to get off.' Julie's foot was making his jeans very uncomfortable by this time. He was rearing to go.
'I think I'm ready to punch the clock,' he said as he squirmed under her rubbing foot.
'Good, she's probably wondering where we are. Come on, stand up.'
Jim stood up and Julie calmly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his tented zipper. She hooked her thumbs in the side of his underwear and pulled down his underpants and jeans down to mid-thigh. His cock got hung up in his underwear, painfully for a second, then it sprang up and out at Julie.
