The Male Escort Pt. 04

This is the next to last chapter for this story. By the end here, Paul and Vanessa will be seriously considering what to do next with their lives. Personally, I think they'll find a nice life for themselves, and since I am their Deus ex Machina (God From the Machine), I can pretty much guarantee it. But things have to happen on the way to their personal paradise....

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Vanessa and I declared our love for each other in June. Three months later, in early September, we were not just going strong, we were in love with each other, spending almost every day off together. We even planned a vacation to Costa Rica for New Years for 10 days. And we were discussing moving in together, into my Co-op since I owned it and she rented her apartment. Nothing had been decided yet, but I knew we were on the way.

Anyways, back to September. The 8th was Vanessa's birthday, so a week before I was in Tiffany's, shopping for a gift. I was choosing between a necklace and a watch when a familiar voice sidled up next to me. "She must be someone very special."

I turned to my right and there was Kelly. To say I was surprised was a massive understatement. We hadn't talked in months, as things had cooled off in our friendship since I got serious with Vanessa. I just didn't have the time for Kelly.

"Hey, Kelly. Nice to see you, sweetheart." I kissed her cheek, and she kissed me back, with an enigmatic smile.

"And you too, Paul. So, shopping for a lady? A client?"

"Um, no. Someone I'm involved with in my personal life." I was a little uncomfortable. Kelly and I broke things off on a friendly note, and we had tried to stay friends, but that didn't last very long.

"That's great, Paul. I'm happy for both of you, whomever she is. What's her name, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Vanessa. She's... she's a great woman. And we get along like we're made for each other." I could see a little jab of pain cross her eyes, then it was gone. "How about you? Anyone in your life?"

"No one in particular." She paused while the salesman went to ring up the watch I chose and to wrap it in Tiffany's signature blue box and white ribbon, with some textured white paper around it. "I've been seeing a couple of men. Making up for lost time. I really have to thank you, Paul. I'm able to enjoy them fully" she said, obviously alluding to sex. "You did make it possible for me. May I ask if Vanessa knows what you do?" She wasn't asking in a rude or snide manner, just curious.

"She does, and she accepts it" I said without mentioning that she was also a sex worker. It was none of anyone's business. "If things progress, I'm sure I'll end up getting out of that line of work. But we're not there yet."

"Does my mother know about you and her?"

"No. I rarely tell any of my clients about my personal life. You're different. We have some history, after all." The salesman brought back the watch, all wrapped up and in a Tiffany's bag, and I signed the slip. "Are you getting a gift for someone?" I asked Kelly.

"No, just picking up a ring my mother needed repaired." When we were alone again, Kelly asked "Paul, if you'd be willing, I'd like to hire you for an afternoon. That Dominatrix thing we did... I could never ask any of the men I date to do that, and I'd love to do it again. I do have all that leather gear. It's a shame to let it go to waste." She kind of laughed, but it was strained.

"Kelly, I don't think that would be a good idea. Not with our history. I'm sure Diana could recommend someone else for you. I'd be willing to put in the word that there's no risk of you going too far. But me and you.... I don't think we should."

"But my mother, her you still screw." Her eyes were flashing anger. Maybe even something worse. I wasn't going to put in a good word for her after all. "You're really just a whore, you bastard" she said bitterly through gritted teeth. At least she wasn't saying it loud enough to cause a scene.

I picked up my small bag and said "It was nice to see you, Kelly. Please, be a stranger." I turned and walked out of the store before she had a chance to respond in any way. I had to get away from her.

I caught a cab back to my apartment, sighing with relief, but also deeply concerned. I was glad I found Vanessa to share my life with. I started thinking that maybe it was time to end my other life. Most sex workers have a limited time to do that kind of work, especially if they desire a traditional personal life. I had my first collision between my two worlds. If Kelly told Anita -her mother- about Vanessa, I'd also have to consider ending my working relationship with Anita. As things already stood, I was going to have to tell her I couldn't travel with her anymore. That would be way too complicated for Vanessa and me.

Most of the time, Vanessa and I were pretty wild in bed together. It was our nature to turn up the kink or just fuck and play hard. But that night, when she slept over at my place, I reached for her in bed, nice and gentle. Her eyes, a beautiful shade of brown with flecks of gold, were wide open, and she just accepted my kiss, my soft and very loving kiss as her hands went around the back of my neck. We were facing each other, and we moved closer together. Our bodies rubbed sensuously together, as our kiss became more and more passionate but not dirty. This was all about showing our love for each other. Oral sex wasn't needed, just sensuous touches as my lips moved around her throat and down to her cleavage, that warm channel between those perfect breasts.

"Baby, I love how your lips feel on mine, on my body, wherever you put them. You're the best kisser I've ever known." Her words came with her moans, her fingernails were trailing down my spine, then around my tummy to my pleasure trail, that super-sensitive area between my bellybutton and the line of my pubic hair. When she touched me there, the lighter the better, I wanted to cry in ecstasy. Her legs were between mine, pressing on my cock and balls, while my knee was flush on her pussy.

"Your touch is other worldly, Darling. I want you in the worst way. My love." I rolled on my back and Vanessa moved on top of me, straddling my hips while her pussy slid forward and back, not taking me inside her, not yet. Her juices were slick and copious, soaking both our crotches and down to the bedding. It was a slow and glorious grind, with waves of intense bliss pulsing through both of our bodies. Her hands raked through my chest hair, scratching me lightly as I massaged her breasts, then sucked on her thick nipples.

We took our time, going nice and slow, just letting the pleasure and the pressure build, like stoking a campfire. "I love you, Baby, love you, love you... " Vanessa kept moaning, still keeping my cock outside, rubbing through the folds of her pussy, and over her very aroused clit.

"I love you too, Sucre. So sweet, so beautiful." Her head whipped around, making her hair sail through the air like wind was blowing in the bedroom. She bent forward to kiss me, and as our lips locked, her ass rose slightly and my cock slipped inside her oily pussy, so warm and snug. "Vanessa, Sucre. That's just wonderful, perfect!"

"You feel so good all over, Baby! I'm going to cum!" She jammed her lips on mine again, and as her tongue danced with mine, she came with such force she nearly fell off me. As it was my cock fell back out, flopped onto my tummy, and I started squirting my own climax. Vanessa quickly grabbed me and jerked me off, some onto my body and the rest onto her own. We were sweaty, sticky, laughing with joy, and deeply in love.

Vanessa fell forward one more time, cuddling with me and kissing my neck as I tickled her butt and her back. We were breathing a little hard, but not too much so. We were both doing yoga a few times a week and it was great for tightening things up and developing concentration and discipline. We also used the gym and as a result, we were both in great shape. It felt even sexier than we felt when we met.

"You really are my Darling, my Sucre" I said softly while continuing to stroke her skin. She was so nice and warm, very comforting, and wonderfully loving. "I didn't think I'd find anyone like you, certainly not while I was still working this job. Not many women can stand the... competition, I guess... and not feel threatened."

'You think it's any easier for a woman trying to be in a relationship? I think men are even more threatened that women, Baby. They fret about their penis size, that the men I see for work are 'bigger' than they are, and somehow it makes them better lovers. And they can get ugly about it. Even violent. It hasn't happened to me because I haven't even tried to date since I started working 4 years ago. Until you came along, that is, my love. But a couple of girls I know have tried and it always ends bad. I guess we work because we know we have nothing to feel jealous about. We understand sex in our jobs is just for the client's benefit, not our own."

Vanessa rolled to her side, my cum dripping along both our bodies. We were smiling, almost shyly, and I knew how much I loved her. I had to ask her something, something special. "Sucre, do you feel ready to move in here with me? Are you ready? I know we have nights where we're both working very late, but it would be nice to be able to come home to you, or to be here when you got home."

Her eyes searched mine, and we searched each other's hearts. "Are you sure this is what you want, Baby? That you're ready for this step? We're so comfortable as things are now." Her hand rested over my chest.

"I am ready for it. Sucre, I think it's a necessary step if we want to consider getting married someday. We need to know if we're compatible living together. I've been thinking about how much longer I want to keep doing this kind of work. I don't want to do it more than another year. By then, I'll have enough money in my investments to look into a business. If we both invested together, we could have a good nest egg besides what we put into a business. We'd be partners in every sense of the word."

"Honestly, Baby, I'm about ready to get out as well. Four years. it's a long time to do this. You know not all the men I meet are nice. In fact, most are real pricks."

"Honey?" I asked with a chuckle in my voice.

"Yes, Baby?"

"You still haven't answered me about moving in."

"Oh! I guess I got sidetracked." She giggled with me. "Yes, I would love to move in with you! It would make things so much easier. And so much better." I moved over her and we shared wonderful kisses before we shared a wet, sticky hug. Who cared? We were taking the first step towards a life together. And we were both ready to start winding down our jobs. It was time. A year from that moment, we'd both be out of the sex trade. Possibly sooner.

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Vanessa loved the watch I gave her for her birthday, and we celebrated with her friends as well as a couple of men I knew from Diana's agency. A night at La Fortuna again, but this time without sneaking off to the private rooms. Me and my friends paid for the private table this time, we all got drunk and danced until 3AM, and Marisol and Carmen each went home with one of my friends. Everybody had a good time that night, especially me and Vanessa.

The next week, I went with her to her parents apartment in The Heights, as Washington Heights is called colloquially. Vanessa was tense all day; she had a difficult relationship with her parents, just like I did with mine, though for different reasons. We really never talked about it; all I knew was that, like me, her issues with her parents went back a long time, so it had nothing to do with her job, which she never told them about.

In the Uber on the way uptown, Vanessa was fidgeting like she was sitting on a hot seat. I held her hand, trying to help her relax, but it wasn't helping. "Paul, Baby, I'm going to tell you about my parents" she said quietly, so the driver couldn't hear us. "I should have told you before this. It's hard to discuss." I shifted so my arm was around her shoulders, holding her close as we sat in Monday night traffic, which was almost not moving at all.

"You know you can talk to me, Sucre. I love you and I'm here to support you." I kissed her cheek, but she didn't turn to face me. She was just too agitated.

"Baby, my father is an alcoholic. And when he drinks, he can say the most hateful things. He always degraded my mother, who just took it, and my brother, Ivan, who left when he turned 18, and hasn't been heard from since. I was 15 then. I mostly was left alone, until Ivan left, and then I was also his target. I ended up feeling like I'm nothing, worthless. It took until I got through college to realize what a bastard he is." Then she leaned into me, onto my chest, though she didn't cry. "I love my mother, mi Madre, but she's so weak, I just can't talk to her. She'll never leave him, though it would do her good to get away from him. I can't stand him, and I'm angry at her. I love her and miss her, but I'm bitter."

"Vanessa, my love, I wish you had told me about this before now. Last night would have been better. Right now, I'm tempted to tell the driver to turn around and take us home."

"No, don't do that, Baby. I want to see my mother, and I want them to meet you. I want them to see the fine, handsome and loving man in my life." She raised her face to look at me and smiled. "I really am proud of you. You're also smart and kind. I wonder sometimes why you love me."

"That's easy, Sucre. I love you because you're sweet and lovable, and smart as well. And so beautiful. But I wish I had time to ready myself to meet them. If he starts saying things to hurt you.... I'm not going to just let it slide."

"Please, Baby, don't start trouble with him. He's not worth it. And I need to see my mother. I miss her terribly."

Two minutes later, we pulled up at her parent's building and, with a bouquet of flowers in hand, we steadied ourselves to go up to their apartment. Vanessa knew some of the people hanging out in front of the building and she introduced me to the young men and women alike, all of whom were friendly and very glad to see her. After ten minutes, we made our way up to the third floor and knocked on the door.

Her mother, a woman in her early 50s who looked like she was 60, small, fragile and beaten down over years of verbal abuse, smiled broadly and hugged her daughter for all she was worth. Finally, Vanessa introduced me to Alina Gutierrez, who was friendly as she shook my hand.

"Paul, it's nice to meet you. Oh, you're so guapo (handsome in Spanish)! Vanessa, you didn't tell me what a handsome man you found!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Gutierrez. It's a pleasure to meet you finally." I handed her the flowers and she made a big deal and told me what nice manners I have. She may have had a hard life, and maybe she didn't protect Vanessa as a parent should, but she was nice to me, and I liked her. Of course, I barely knew her.

Then her father came into the hallway, with a Presidente beer in his hand, a brand popular in the Dominican Republic. He was a head shorter than me, scruffy looking, with a scowl on his face and a beer belly that stuck out from his shirt. Instinctively I didn't like him, based on what Vanessa told me, and he was about to live up to my expectations.

"Well, look who's here. Our daughter, who's too ashamed of her Padre to come and visit until she brings a jojoto (Dominican for a pale skin person, derogatory). Show us how much better than us she thinks she is." He must have been well into his beer by then. I already had reason to dislike him. I could take him being rude to me, but not Vanessa.

"Hello, Mr. Gutierrez. I'm Paul." I extended my hand and he looked at it like I had a fungus growing. I lowered my hand, and I felt my blood pressure rising. We'd been there two whole minutes by then.

"Jorge, please be nice. We haven't seen our daughter in such a long time." Alina pleaded.

"Yeah, who's fault is that? The little bitch don't come around, she hurts her mama's heart." I could see a tear growing in Vanessa's eye, but what was rising in my eye was something quite different. For her sake, I let it pass.

Vanessa helped her mother in the small kitchen while I had to sit with her father as he watched a soccer game and swallowed beer after beer, not even offering one to me. "So, Mister Big Shot, what kind of work do you do? It must pay a lot; my daughter has expensive tastes. She don't truck with no poor boy."

I couldn't tell him the truth, so I gave him a half truth. "I manage investments. I do well enough. I take care of Vanessa, though she's certainly able to take care of herself. She's an amazing young woman, and I love her."

"'I love her'" he said, mimicking me, incredibly rude. "What you know about my daughter? She's just a puta (Spanish for whore), like her friends. Yeah, I know all about her 'work', selling her ass. Disrespecting me like that!"

That was it. I wasn't going to listen to this bastard another minute. "Listen to me, Mr. Gutierrez. Look...at...me!" I said it in a way that gave him no choice but to turn his head and face me. "If you think I'm going to sit here while you speak about your daughter this way, you've got another thing coming. I don't give a damn what you think you know. I don't even give a damn about what you think. I'm in love with Vanessa. Maybe one day I'll be lucky enough to marry her. I can guarantee you won't be part of our lives. You're a disgusting excuse for a man, and the only reason I don't grab you by your throat and throttle you is that I want her to have a nice visit with her mother. So you and I are going to make nice, and you're going to keep that foul hole in your face shut and quiet except to drink your beer and eat dinner. Is that clear?" He could see the menace in my eyes, blazing with fury.

He looked at me and could see I not only was younger, stronger, and in much better health than he was, but he could also see that I could probably tear his fucking head off. He looked away uncomfortably, back to his ball game, and we sat silently until dinner was ready.

Dinner passed tensely, with Vanessa and her mother aware something was wrong between her father and me, but I managed to talk pleasantly with her mother, answering most of her questions as honestly as I could (I also told her I was a financial manager; it was true enough in that I managed most of my own finances). Her father didn't say a word through dinner, not a word through dessert either. He barely said goodbye when we left; by then her was well in the bag and couldn't say much of anything.

Vanessa and I didn't say much on the ride home. We held hands in the car, each thinking our own thoughts, staring out the windows on our sides of the car. I knew what she was thinking; she was wondering what happened between me and her father. It wasn't his nature to be so quiet, especially when he was drunk.

At home, we were still quiet. We undressed and I got into comfortable pajamas while Vanessa put on a light pink cotton camisole and matching bikini panty set; then we parked ourselves on the couch and cuddled. We didn't turn on the television, we didn't turn on music. We just stayed like that, nice and quiet, for at least a half hour.

Vanessa broke the silence. "Well, Baby, are you going to tell me what happened with my father? He seemed like he was intimidated. I've never seen him so quiet."

"We just had a short conversation. He said a few things about you I didn't care for, and I told him what might happen if he continued to disrespect you like that. Sweetheart, I didn't give a damn that he was rude to me. But I let him know that he couldn't talk like that about you. Not to me. No way in hell."