“I don’t mind signing away my right to sue you for unusual sexual practice and I agree with the privacy section. I don’t want this to become public any more than you do. I’m a librarian for heaven’s sake.”
“In Cincinnati,” Jimmy agreed. He loved that voice. Maybe she would keep arguing through the whole afternoon.
“But you have to guarantee that I won’t be injured. Kinky is one thing, but I’m no masochist.”
“Give me the contract,” Jimmy demanded. He agreed with her request. He certainly didn’t intend to damage her and had told Richard to write that into the contract. He thought for a moment, then printed across the bottom of the contract. I agree that you will suffer no physical injury through this contract. This agreement supersedes all other clauses of the contract.
“How’s that?” he asked.
“I think that’s enough,” Aggie mused. “I wish I was a lawyer.”
“I’m not going to hurt you, Aggie. I promise.”
She looked again deep into his eyes and Jimmy held her gaze steadily. He would never hurt this beautiful creature. He sighed in relief when she broke eye contact and scrawled an unreadable wiggle across the signature line. He picked up the contract and tried to decipher her signature.
“A. Trout,” she offered. “You’ve landed yourself a fish, Jimmy.”
“The reeling in was good sport,” he chuckled as he took the pen from her fingers. “Do you mind if we move the date up? I find I’m eager to begin.”
“No,” she blurted then blushed.
“Tonight, then.” He pushed back his chair and held out his hand as she rose. He held a napkin carelessly in front of his trousers, then caught her look and lowered the napkin to the table. His cock throbbed painfully under her eyes. How many more hours?
Chapter 12
Angela tried to wait patiently for her sister’s return. She tried to watch television. She tried to read a book. She even tried to meditate. Nothing worked. Finally she gave up and paced the suite from the door down the hall to the living room, back down the hall to the bedroom and then back to the door. She was sure she was wearing a rut in the carpet. The hotel manager would make her pay for the damage. Aggie wouldn’t get the job for her. Her life would be ruined. Angela was running toward the bathroom to throw up when her sister walked calmly through the door.
The gorge vanished.
“Did you get it?” she pounced, grabbing Aggie by both shoulders and pulling her into the room.
“You have,” Aggie looked at her watch, “three hours.”
“What took you so long?” Angela asked. Then the import of her sister’s words sank in. “You got it!?!”
“Yes,” Aggie agreed from the center of a smothering hug.
“Three hours?” Angela pulled back and looked at her sister’s face. “He wants to start tonight?”
Aggie nodded and turned away.
“What’s wrong?” Angela asked. “Is he old and ugly?”
“No.” Aggie thought for a moment. “He’s late thirties or early forties. He’s not handsome, but he’s not ugly.”
“What does he look like?”
“He’s not very tall, probably about our height, maybe shorter. Not thin but not fat. But he probably will be in a few more years.”
“Ugh,” Angela made a face. “Does he have any hair?”
“Lots,” Aggie smiled. “Salt and pepper. Very thick. He has a big nose.”
“For a hundred and twenty thousand dollars, I’ll close my eyes and pretend he’s Richard Gere.”
“He’s nice, Boo,” Aggie protested. “I liked him.”
Angela brushed the comment aside. “So, tell me everything that happened. Did you make the tape?”
Aggie pulled the tape recorder out of her purse.
“I got the interview with the lawyer, but the tape ran out before Jimmy and Danny and I had lunch.”
“Jimmy and Danny and you? Sounds chummy.”
“I got you the money, Angela.”
At last the weariness in her sister’s voice penetrated Angela’s excitement.
“You poor thing!” she exclaimed. “Lie down on the sofa while we listen to the tape.”
Aggie hung her coat in the closet and flopped back onto the couch. Angela pressed the play button and they listened together to the muffled and mostly silent walk to the apartment.
“Danny doesn’t talk much,” Aggie commented. “He’s a little odd, but he’s sweet.”
“One brother’s ‘nice’ and the other’s ‘sweet’,” Angela teased. “I’ll buy you a thesaurus for Christmas.”
“Shh,” Aggie hushed her. “Here’s the interview.”
The recorder had worked well through the purse.
I’m afraid there’s been a mistake. A deep rich voice filled the room.
“Mmmm,” Angela commented. “I like him.”
“He’s okay,” Aggie agreed. “He’s the lawyer. Mr. Urbano. He rejected me.”
“I thought you said…”
“Just listen,” Aggie interrupted. “I’ll tell you the rest after the tape.”
The twins sat in silence as the tape replayed Richard’s questions and Aggie’s responses. The ninety minute tape had run out during Aggie’s walk with Danny to the Beach House Restaurant. Angela’s twin recalled as much as she could of her lunch-time conversation with the two Buko brothers. When she was finished, Aggie handed Angela her copy of the contract. Angela put on her glasses and read the pages quickly but carefully.
“When did you get glasses?” Aggie asked.
“A few months ago. Shh.” Angela returned to the document.
“I didn’t wear glasses when I read the contract in the restaurant today. Jimmy knows I don’t need them.”
“I’ll manage,” Angela insisted impatiently. “I don’t think he wants me to read to him. Oh, God.”
“What?”
“It’s all or nothing.”
“I tried to argue that one. He wouldn’t budge.”
“So if he’s really bad and I can’t hack it after a few days, I get nothing.” Angela swallowed down the anxiety that rose up her throat.
“He’s not really bad, Angela,” her sister insisted. “I liked him.”
“Then you go!” Angela challenged.
“No thanks. I’ll get my man the old-fashioned way.”
Angela noticed but refrained from commenting on the fact that her sister didn’t mention her boyfriend, Andrew. She read further.
“You got him down from twenty-four to eight hours a day. Good.”
“Actually, Danny helped. He suggested the hours.”
“I start at six o’clock tonight.” Angela looked at her watch. “That’s two hours!”
“Is there anything on the sex list you would have said ‘no’ to?”
Angela heard the anxiety in her twin’s voice. She read the list again.
“I don’t like anal,” she commented. “The rest is okay.”
“I told the lawyer I didn’t like the idea of discipline,” Aggie explained. “Spanking.”
“Spanking’s okay,” Angela said.
“You’d better pretend you don’t like it.”
“Yes,” Angela agreed absently. She looked down the rest of the list. Nothing she couldn’t handle.
“I don’t even know what some of this stuff is,” Aggie commented.
“That’s okay. You’re not the one doing it.”
“What’s a fist fuck?”
“When the person puts his fist inside your vagina.”
“Ouch.”
Angela laughed when her sister crossed her legs. “Usually another woman does it. Most guy’s hands are too big and inflexible.”
“I don’t think you need to worry about that one then. Jimmy isn’t the type to delegate.” Aggie paused. “I don’t think….”
The twins sat in silence for a moment. Angela didn’t know what her sister was thinking. She herself was waiting for the anxiety in her belly to metamorphose into arousal. She would be having sex in about two hours, she estimated. She had better get the juices flowing.