Page 91 of The Holy Grail
“An escort service?”
“Yes. When I expressed not feeling comfortable with the process of finding a woman, because it seemed really sleazy, and I didn’t want to get into a situation where we were basically propositioning someone and possibly having it go south, the guy whose name I can’t remember, told me to use an escort service, because it was safe and discreet. Gwen was all over that, and got the escort service’s information, and for the next month she and I had these little mini arguments about it. She was constantly trying to sell it to me, that it was something she really thought would be good for us, and it would expand our horizons. I hadn’t been thinking our horizons needed to be expanded, especially like that, but she did. She told me I needed to try something new and exciting, and once I did it, she knew I would love it.
“Gwen grew increasingly disappointed with me,” Malcom said. “And she had this way of making me feel likeIwas the problem, until part of me started to believe Iwasbeing stupid, because if she didn’t see it as infidelity, why should I? My reasons for not wanting to do it obviously didn’t hold any value to her, but her reasons for wanting to do itdidhold value, so I set my reasons aside and … gave in. I told Gwen I was going to pick the woman, and I think I was hoping my choosing her would make Gwen feel jealous or something, but it didn’t bother her at all. In fact, she took it as a sign I was now into it.
“So, we sat down one night with glasses of wine and checked out the website. It was very professional—classy, even—and had options for almost anything you could want.”
“Like what?”
“Like adding a woman for a threesome, or a man. You could make a foursome, too. You could hire someone to be on the receiving end. You could hire someone to be rough with you, tie you up, whatever. There were white, black, Asian, and Hispanic womenandmen to choose from, as well as women and men with tattoos and piercings. You name it.”
“So, who did you pick? What was her name?”
“Lola. According to the website, that is.”
“Lola … Lola. You know, I feel like anyone named Lola would be hot, just because that’s a great name.”
Malcom chuckled, because what a conversation to be having with his girlfriend. “Shewashot. She had brown hair and light blue eyes … but the thing that captured my attention was her mouth. Her lips were very full and she had a great smile.”
“So, how much did Lola cost?”
“Three hundred dollars, excluding her tip.” Then, somewhat dryly, he added, “Plus the hotel room, which was another two hundred.”
“Holy shit. Really?”
“Really.”
“That’s an expensive blow job.” When he didn’t respond to what was obviously a rhetorical statement, she asked, “Was Lola worth it?”
After a bit of a pause, he replied, “Yes.”
Lowering her voice, she mused softly, “You must have enjoyed it, then.”
“Yes, I enjoyed it,” he confirmed, equally as softly. Then, even though he’d had no intention of sharing all the details, he found himself spilling them all in a rush. “She was very skilled at it, and it was … erotic … in an illicit, dark kind of way, with Gwen watching. She sat on a chair across the room while Lola undressed me, and at first, I was a little self-conscious being naked in front of a stranger. I wasn’t, uh, hard yet, but as I sat on the bed and Lola removed her clothes, I started to become hard. When she got down on her knees and those lips wrapped around my cock, I began giving in to the moment, and it wasn’t long before Gwen joined me on the bed and got involved—”
“How involved?”
“Kissing me, mostly, but also keeping Lola’s hair out of the way so we could really see what she was doing … and sometimes Gwen would, you know, direct the action a little bit.”
“Direct it in what way?”
“Making Lola go faster, or slower, or deeper. That kind of thing.”
“Hmm, okay.”
“When it was over, Gwen kissed Lola right in front of me, with a whole lot of tongue, and it was … hot as fuck. The next time—”
“There was a next time?”
“Yes, with another woman from the website. Her name was Margot.”
“Margot? I’m picturing a tall blonde with green eyes ... am I close?”
“You’re way off. Black hair and brown eyes,” he said. “Anyway, Gwen decided to be really involved during this blow job, and she and Margot kind of took turns with me.”
“You mean like they were sharing your cock? Passing it back and forth?”
“Yes. And sometimes, uh, working on me at the same time.”
