She had just finished putting on her makeup
and a cigarette when the assmebly bell chimed. "Damn, here we go
again," she sighed, closing the lid on her makeup case and putting it
away. One last look in the full-length mirror revealed a slim figure
barely covered in a shiny blue dress, hose, and clear platform heels.
"Four years of college, two years of grad school, and look at how I'm
paying it all back," Daria sighed, strutting to the line-up for the
evening. Wordlessly, she fell in line behind several of her co-workers
at the remote Nevada brothel as they waited for the madam to announce
"Gentlemen, I'd like to thank you for visiting
our house this evening, and if I may introduce our ladies for the
evening?" the older woman said, reciting the same line by rote. There
were mumbled replies of assent, and she pulled aside the curtain and
the women filed out and stood before the customers in relaxed poses.
Daria simultaneously stopped thinking as she assumed a seductive pose,
one of her coping mechanisms she'd learned since landing this job.
"Maybe tonight I'll be passed over," she thought, knowing that it
really didn't matter if she was, because after the first round, there
always was another line-up.
She really didn't look at the customers
anymore, another trick she'd learned early on, so as not to be repulsed
any more than normal. If they weren't superannuated, they were morbidly
obese, or so perverted any 'normal' woman wouldn't give them a second
look, which is how she missed noticing Mack seated in one of the
couches, along with a couple of what apparently were his friends. The
madam had finished her spiel, and now it was the time the men chose
their partners. Still looking at the wall, and holding her pose, she
was taken aback when she heard his voice say, "I'll take "Melody",
"Very good, sir, and if you'll allow her to show her
to your room..." the woman said with a smile, as he rose and Daria took
him by the hand, trying very hard not to blush. He said nothing until
after she'd closed the door and latched. "You are the last person I'd
expect to see in a place like this. What happened, Daria?" he
exclaimed, increduluously. She gave him a dirty look, and not the
'good' kind of dirty look.
"Nice to see you too, Mack. Look, I'm not in he
habit of discussing the hows or whys of why I'm working here, okay? If
you want something, here's the menu, otherwise, you'll be paying two
hundred bucks to talk about old times. That's the going rate you pay
when I close that door, buddy," she sighed, sitting next to him and
handing him a laminated sheet. He took it and scanned it quickly, and
she saw his eyebrows raise at some on the selections. "And yes,
anything goes with me there, too, so knock yourself out," she sighed.
He set it down and looked at her hard. "Jesus, Daria, you
were the smartest one in school, even next to Jodie, I'm just amazed
that you'd stoop...Sorry, I mean, I just have to...You know what I'm
talking about," he said, a perplexed look on his face. Daria looked him
over, and saw he was distressed about this, and she set aside what she
thought of as her 'professional demeanor', and laid her hand on his,
and managed an honest smile.
"Michael, it's a long story, and like I said, it's
two hundred bucks just coming inside with me. An hour or more runs five
hundred, and I'd hate to be lightening you wallet while you wrestle
with your conscience, okay? Let's just say that sometimes no matter how
smart someone is, they don't always end up following their dreams the
way the chose to. Now, shall we at least pretend we're just a
prostitute and client, or would you like to choose another one of the
ladies here? It wouldn't bother me in the slightest, although I'm sure
my boss might have an issue with it," she said flatly.
He pondered what she said for a moment, and then fixing a
stern expression on his face, he nodded once. "Okay, if anyone knows
how to 'play the game', it's me. Let's start with this, this, and
this," he said, pointing to three choices on the menu. She looked at
them and frowned just a bit before replying,
"It's your dime, but I don't want to break your roll,
Mack. An oral, straight up, and a 'round the world' is gonna set you
back six hundred. How much you got, before we start?" she said,
mentally shifting into work mode. He laughed, and pulled out a money
clip, thick with bills and fanned them dramatically.
"Money's not an issue for a first round draft pick,
'Melody', " he smirked. "I was picked up by the Cardinals last year,
but then again, you aren't one to follow the NFL much, are you? Hell,
if I wanted to, I could buy everything on the menu and still walk out
of here with cash to spare. I hate to put it that way, but that's how
it is." Daria looked at the wad of bills, and smiled grimly, her
thoughts unreadable, as she rose and began to disrobe.
"The customer's always right here, sir. Would you
like some music, or the lights down, before we begin?" she smiled,
although it looked as if a pained grimace. Mack sighed, and took
her by the hands and sat her back down again.
"And, I can afford to blow a couple hundred bucks
just to catch up with an old friend, if I choose. 'The customer's
always right', right? And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be the first john
you've had that just wanted to talk, either," he said, knowingly. "I've
spent enough time with jocks from high school on up, and believe me,
this ain't the first time I've been in a place like this, Daria. Hell,
I'm only here to keep those other rookies from making asses of
themselves, to be honest," he sighed.
"Still baby-sitting the brain-dead, huh?" Daria
chuckled, the first time in a long time she felt humor, no matter how
dark. "I'm sorry for losing touch with you in college, but, you know
how it goes. I'm almost afraid to ask, but do you still talk with Jodie
anymore?" she ventured carefully. He laughed, and pulled out his wallet.
"You could say that, seeing as she's carrying
our second right now. And working for her dad on the side, as well. If
you'd like, I can tell her I ran into you," he offered. She shook her
head vehemently at that, and he nodded. "I understand, I suppose. But
still...I could see Brittany here for sure, some of her buddies. Hell,
I could even see Jane here, but you..." he trailed off thoughtfully.
Daria sighed, and pulled her dress closed again.
"Yeah, well, they aren't here. I am. Since you
evidently don't want any action, it looks like you're ready to pay for
talk, huh? Okay, you're on, but I have to charge you two bills and
hour, just like everyone else, but I will do something for you I don't
do, and that's to say, if you want, when I'm off, we can go and talk
more outside of here. You I trust, you know that, Mack? Oops, sorry,
Michael..." she replied, suddenly needing another cigarette. "I hope
you don't mind. I know it's a filthy habit, but it helps sometimes..."
she asked, holding her little case up. He nodded, though the expression
on his face said something else.
"I understand, and yeah, it's bad. But I guess it
goes with the territory, huh? Feel free, and don't worry about my
nickname, I'm used to it by now," he said, watching her dig one out and
light it up with a faint tremble. "Here, here's a grand. I was gonna
blow it at the tables after the horndogs I'm chaperoning were done, but
this is more important," he said, counting off several hundreds and
handing them to her. She took them reluctantly, but slipped them into a
slot in the nightstand anyway.
"That's for those 'just in cases', where the client
decides his evening wasn't worth it. Okay, we are now officially
engaged in intercourse, of a sorts, so, fire away," she said, throwing
a surprisingly fit leg over the other as she sat there. He was silent
for a few moments before beginning,
"Okay, first of all, how the hell did you end up
doing this? The last time your name came up, you were writing for some
magazine in New York. What happened?" he asked, laying back with his
hands behind his head. Daria got up, and flicked an ash off, before
slipping out of her shoes.
"Oddly enough, the magazine was at least partly
responsible for it all. Yeah, I was lucky and landed a good job right
out of school, with a new literary magazine, Writer's Bloc. The
publisher was all gung-ho for hip, edgy stuff, and for the first year,
we were the gnat's ass in the publishing world. But..." she took
another drag and ground it out. "He was also a jerk of the first order.
To start with, he founded it on a shaky premise, up against some of the
real heavyweights in the industry, and he also wasn't that smart with
his money, either. After the first year, subscriptions and overall
readership fell to a 'normal' level, but by then, the whole rag was
over extended on it's credit."
"That's not unusual with any new biz, you know. I
learned that getting my MBA, Daria. I heard about the details, but I
didn;t think that it's going out of business would have
such...repercussions, at least for you," Mack nodded. Daria laughed,
"No, it shouldn't have, but I made the mistake of
hitching my wagon to it, stock options, all that other nonsense, in
lieu of pay sometimes. It was stupid, and I should have known better,
but for once in my life, I believed in something enough to make a real
commitment, and when the bubble burst, I lost it all. At the end, I was
living off the company cards until it went into recievership, and
unfortunately, I just wasn't able to find anything in the same field. I
was down to waitressing before I came out here, you know that?" she
said, sitting next to him again.
"You? A waitress? That I find even less believable
that this!" Mack laughed, then stopped when he saw the look on her
face. "Sorry. I guess I'd do the same if I were in the same boat,
Daria. But that still doesn't explain how you came to all this"
"Thanks, I was about to mention a certain ice-cream
man," she smiled back at him. "Yeah, I was waiting tables for a while
in New York, but it was so hard, serving the same people I once called
colleagues. No, it doesn't, but I was getting to that. You see, a few
months after I started working for the magazine, my editor wanted a hot
piece, something that would really bring in the readers, and it was my
turn to step up to the plate. It was either this or the Middle East,
and I have an aversion to getting shot for a story, so, to make a long
story short, I found myself getting a sheriff's card and hiring on at
another little bordello to get some background, to go along with a
piece on a novel written by a former prostitute." She lit another one,
shakily, and he didn't say a thing, seeing as she was a little upset
"The piece was okay, and it really wasn't that hard to go
through with, at the time. I only worked long enough to get the story,
then I quit and came back to New York. Not long after that, cracks
started to appear in the hull, so to speak. The editor was busted for
insider trading, the publisher got divorced, and the bank started
getting ugly when the returns started coming up short. It was the usual
story, you know. Most start-ups fail in the industry, and Writer's Bloc
was no exception. Advertisers started pulling out, and the new editor
tried to remake it a couple times, all to no avail. By the time we
finally threw in the towel, we couldn't even afford the printers
anymore. The only reason I stayed on to the end was because of my
contract and profit sharing. When the profits dried up, so did my
take-home. That's when the restaurant industry beckoned me." she
She got up and went to her closet, and selected a
bathrobe. "Hope you don't mind, it get's cold in the desert at night,
and most of my outfits won't cover a Barbie doll. "When I lost my
apartment, I considered moving back home, but by then Quinn was already
back there, with her kid, and I just couldn't imagine dealing with it.
I'd been applying to every newspaper and magazine in the country, but
nothing was coming in, my loans were piling up, and I had to do
something. I still had my license, so I figured, what the hell? I
bummed a plane ticket from my parents, and here I am," she said,
"Damn. If it could happen to you, it could happen to
anyone, I suppose," Mack replied, as he sat back up. "You mean to say
that not a single paper would consider you suitable to work for them?
That I can't understand one little bit, I mean, hell, Daria, you have
to be one of the ten smartest people I know. Any operation would
consider you an asset on their staff, I would think," he said,
heatedly. She laughed grimly at that, and wrapped the terry robe around
"You would, but they look at more than just ability,
you know? Politics play a big part in their hiring practices, along
with your work history, and both the publisher and editor managed to
piss off the balance of the industry. Also, since I tied in my income
so closely with the operation, I was considered part of the management,
which doesn't help when you show up begging for a job. They have a
surplus of interns willing to work for peanuts being churned out every
year, so why bother hiring someone who indirectly pissed you off. It
was a Catch-22 kind of situation, and ultimately, I had no choice. To
make a long story short, I was blacklisted, and unless I get lucky,
that's ended any hopes I have writing for a living," she said.
"But what about your books? I've read your stuff
before, and I'm sure you could sell something!" Mack protested. "Hell,
didn't you have some kind of spy thing going...yeah, something Powers?
I saw a little of one of 'em a long time ago. What about that?" he
"You mean Melody? I wish...Mack, you gotta
understand just how many people submit ideas to publishers each year?
Thousands, if not millions, and the vast majority of them are hackneyed
clones of the big writers, as, unfortunately, I am. I still write, but
what I was cranking out wasn't up to snuff for the printing houses, I'm
afraid. And submitting isn't cheap, either. Just sending in one story
can set you back fifty bucks, and after the company card dried up, I
simply couldn't afford to keep trying. For a while, I worked at an
insurance company, but thanks to my charming personality, that ended
badly. I ended up one day faced with either this or Burgerama. What
would you do then?" she said, wearily.
"Damn. And damn again. You could...never mind, I
said it already. What I can't see is you...you know..." he said,
awkwardly. Daria gave him an odd look, and sashayed over to him, with a
sexy wiggle in her hips.
"Oh, you mean this? Please, Mack, I lost my
virginity a long time ago, pal, and frankly, it really isn't all that
hard to act the part anymore. Hell, I'm even pretty good at some of
this shit now. Want a demonstration?" she asked, with a weird smile.
"Remember, I grew up with my sister, and I picked up things by
absorption from her and her idiot friends, Michael," she said, kneeling
before him and resting her chin on his lap. "After all, you are paying
for it, why not find out if it's worth it, hmmm?"
His eyes widened, and he almost pushed her away.
"But me and Jodie...Damn, Daria! I know back in high school, a couple
times, I wondered...You know, guys are...thinkin' things like that,
uhhhh...." he stammered uncomfortably, as she leaned back and flipped
her hair around a bit.
"Like a married man has never passed through that
door, please! And from a professional athlete, no less. Mack, trust me,
I've learned precisely how to make sure guys leave here with a smile on
their faces. Hell, it ain't all that hard, considering most of 'em
can't get it anyway else, so why not? The thought crossed my mind a
couple times back then, but I didn't know precisely what to do about it
at the time. Come on, if you don't, you'll always wonder, and I
wouldn't want you to do that," she said, massaging his shoulders.
He closed his eyes and felt her small hands expertly
finding the knots and bumps incurred during the last training camp, and
he didn't protest as she got behind him and massaged his neck and
shoulders. "If you like, we can take this to the jacuzzi. I will say
you definitely have filled out some since last time I saw you," she
remarked, as her hands traced over the thickly corded muscles of his
back and neck, gently easing his shirt off. He didn't resist, and
shortly, was face-down on her bed as she rubbed his back, sliding his
shirt off far easier than he thought possible. "Daria? Uhhh...." he
"Shhhh, think of it as a just in case my boss peeks
in. She does that, especially with me, sometimes. Besides, you're
laying out righteous bucks to chat, so you might as well get a little
more out of it. I know I would be, if the situation were reversed," she
said calmly, finally getting his shirt away from him. "As I was
saying..." she began again, but he said,
"Daria, please, I..I can't. Look, I'm only here to
keep those bozos out of trouble, and dammit, I'm married! If Jodie
found out I was even here, and you..." he fell speechless, but Daria
kept massaging him, and he did nothing to stop her. "But, that does
feel pretty damn good...Dammit!" he started forward, but she held on.
"Dammit yourself, Mack. If you bolt out of here
after leaving a freaking grand in my strongbox, my boss will ask some
pointed questions, and you've only been her twenty three minutes. Now
lean back and relax, dammit, or I'll get some of the weirdo gear that's
stashed in here," she threatened, half-seriously. He lay back, with a
defeated look, and rolled over so she could straddle his broad back.
"Damn, you've filled out since then, haven't you?" she said, in a tone
that seemed genuinely sincere. And pleased.
"Grew three inches and about seventy pounds, and I
can do the fifty and hundred two seconds faster. Still fighting for a
starter slot, but I'm in as a backup. For the moment that is..." he
chuckled, forgetting his trepidation as Daria's small hands found every
crevice and bulge of his thick sheath of muscles, tugging and working
out the knots and kinks of a hard summer of practice, weight training,
and the journey out to the remote bordello. "You could go into business
just doing this, or haven't you though about it?" he asked.
"Yeah, but it gets to be too much like work
after awhile. It may sound odd, but this really is one of the easiest
jobs I've had to do. With certain exceptions, the customer pretty much
handles the heavy lifting," she said, leaning close and letting her
hair run over his exposed flesh. He turned his head, and gave her a
look which she returned with an enigmatic smile. "Besides, it'd be
another license I'd have to get, and then overcoming this wonderful
addition to my resume to compete against yet another pack of recent
graduates...You get the picture. I don't like this job as much as I
hate it, I more prefer to remain static for now until something better
comes along. Or I pay off my loan, whichever comes first."
"I see your point. Do your parents know about
this? Or your sister?" he ventured carefully, which made her stop for a
moment. "Sorry. Wasn't trying to blow your rhythm," he murmured. She
sighed and began again, this time with long, thrusting strokes up and
down his back.
"Three guesses and the first two don't
count, Mack. I have my mail forwarded to a remailing service and when I
call, it's always from a pre-pay cell so they can't get the area code,
and as for Quinn, well...Let's just say we haven't spoken much since
she started at Pepperhill. Nothing worse than usual, but the little
episode of sisterliness only lasts so long. I think she's still there,
but I don't know," she replied without a hint of emotion. "And don't
worry about me blowing my rhythm, mister, I've grown up a little bit
since we last met," she whispered huskily, as she got him to roll over.
Before he knew it, she had his pants open, and starting to come down,
and he drew his breath in. "Uh uh..." she whispered, laying her head on
his chest and gently kissing him all over, slowly going down farther
"Dammit, Daria, stop! Please! You're my friend,
and...I'm married, and...It just ain't....Whoaaaaaaa...." he gasped, as
her lips found the head of his now hard penis, playing across it's tip
as she gently stroked it with her fingertips. Mack's heart was
pounding, and he was half crazy with indecision.
"Dear God! If Jodie found out I was even here, and
Daria....Oh man, but it feels...Oh hell...." he said to himself, as she
began taking his stiff member into her tiny mouth, sucking on it
greedily, as she tickled the hairs on his scrotum gently. "What the
hell, if you're dead set on earning that money, who am I to say..." he
sighed, and thought he heard a low chuckle coming from below. She
slowly sucked him into and out of her mouth farther and farther, until
his penis was free, and he felt a warm cloth washing it.
"Sorry, forgot to warn you. State law, ya
gotta get disinfected before we go on, now relax..." she said, snapping
open a condom wrapper one-handed and rolling it on with a smooth motion
before cradling it in both hands as she rose up and knelt over him.
Mack needed no coaching here, and guided his member into her as she
settled down. "Mmmmmm, you know what they always say, Mack?" she
sighed, slowly rising up and down on him as he held onto her hips.
"No, what?" he whispered back, thrusting
upwards into her harder, as she laid her hands on his taut chest.
"A good man is hard to find, but a hard
man is a good find, and you don't seem so reluctant now, do ya, sport?"
she smiled, as he cautiously squeezed her well-formed breast. "Who says
a brain can't be a good lay, huh? Mmmmmm," she moaned, as they
continued writhing on her bed. Slowly, carefully, and and without
breaking contact, she managed to get him on top of her, and he began to
thrust harder, and faster. "Oh
Mack....More...." she began to pant as he pounded away, all his fears
forgotten, losing himself in that trasncendental daze of primal lust
until finally, he came, his fluid filling the rubber with a hot wetness.
He lay there, panting, and seeing little points of
light."Mack? Ya gotta get off me, please....Whoa, you really do deserve
the nickname Mack-Daddy, you know that? I've had some of the brothers
before, but you are the best..." she cooed, as he regained his senses.
He rolled off and she snuggled up close to him. "And that wasn't just
the usual bullshit I have to say, I really mean it. You wouldn't
know..." she added, her eyes flicking to her watch. "You still have
over an hour to kill, why don't we take a break and hit the jacuzzi,
okay?" He nodded, his eyes closed, as if to shut something out.
"Yeah...That'd be great. I can also maybe check on
those rookies, too, right? I mean...Coach really just sent me to
eyeball them boys, not get my ashes hauled," he replied, in a downbeat
tone. With a start, he just realized that sometime during the
encounter, Daria had shed her clothing, and she rose gracefully and
went to the closet and withdrew a bathrobe.
"Here. Your stuff will be safe here, Mack. And I'm
quite sure your charges are quite occupied, otherwise my boss would've
been in here a long time ago. Come on, you'll love it," she said,
holding her hand out as he donned the robe and rose. "We actually have
four of them, so it's rare to have to wait, but there are other things
to occupy the time while we wait," she added, with a little smile. He
had been wondering about something, and finally it hit him.
"What happened to your glasses? I almost
didn't recognize you in the line up, but for some reason it didn't
occur to me until just now. Weird, huh?" he said, smacking himself in
the forehead. " I mean...Well, you know..." She gave him a neutral
look, as she casually replied,
"If you want to think about it that way, yeah.
You've seen me without glasses before enough times though, so I wasn't
surprised when you recognized me, only when you chose me. I've been
waiting for the day when I finally ran into someone I know to come in.
I'm glad it was you, you know that?" she said, guiding him down the
hall and out side of the prefabricated building into an atrium of
sorts, enclosed by the other modules set up on the desert floor. On
either side, brooding, alien-looking mountains cradled the sky, where a
crescent moon shone down. In the atrium, four outdoor jacuzzis stood,
separated by lattices and dividers for privacy, and soft music
resonated through the area, mingled with the giggles and moans of the
working girls and their clients.
One was open, and she dropped her robe and ushered
him into the hot, bubbling water. "Doesn't that feel great, after being
in the cold night air? Some things about this I honestly do like, Mack.
Come here," she said, as he settled into the water with a sigh. He sat
beside her, and felt a small hand touch his penis. "Just checking to
see how it's doing. Gotta be a professional about things like that,"
she smirked, as he recoiled before sitting back down and letting her
stroke him as she continued to talk.
"Since I now have your undivided attention, I felt I
should add a little more about why I chose this over a rewarding career
waitressing. Remember what I told you about having my income tied in a
little too closely to the magazines? Well, in addition to having to go
for a couple months without pay, I'm also listed as a partner, and
liable for some of the debts it had. Between that and my loan, frankly,
the only other job I could get would have been robbing banks or
smuggling drugs," she said flatly, as his dick hardened again.
"Damn...I mean, dammit, that doesn't sound
fair at all, Daria...Man..." he moaned, trying to follow her
conversation, but the sensations he was feeling wasn't helping. "How
much?" he managed to say, his eyes closed as she chuckled again.
"It wasn't so bad, the credit card bills I ran
up, some odds and ends for royalties, in the end about a hundred grand.
Believe it or not, I'm almost halfway paid off now, and if I can handle
this for another year or so, the student loan's history too," she said,
one hand darting into a hidden storage bay in the side of the tub and
withdrawing another condom packet. This time he saw it, and watched as
she flicked her thumb and forefinger just so, popping it open before
dunking her hand below the surface.
"That really sucks...Ah! Damn, woman! If you
had known about this back in Lawndale..." he exclaimed, as she slid
down onto his rock-hard shaft, her long, brown hair falling over his
face as she slowly bobbed up and down.
"Now, if I did, what kind of introverted
brain would that have made me? Hell, Mack...ooo..." she breathed
heavily, as they embraced tightly, "The reason I never dated was the
fact boys irritated me. Not because they were male, but because most of
them were stupid as...MMmmm yeah...You know what I mean..." she sighed,
as they slowly screwed in the water, the dim lights beneath the surface
contrasting to the crystalline darkness of the desert night. For a
fleeting moment, she wished the moment would never end, the pool, the
night, and Mack's darkly gleaming, sculpted form before her, and she
"Daria, Dar..." he began, before she
shushed him with a finger. "I'm 'Melody', when I'm working, please. I
don't want any of the other clients to know my real name, cause
trouble," she whispered, and he nodded. "Now, where were we?" she said,
with her odd little smile, grinding her hips as he thrust into her. It
took a little while, but he came again, and they sat there, motionless
for quite awhile before she led him out. "Can't get too silly with the
tubs, I'm afraid. Besides, there's other things to do, if you know what
I mean..." she winked, leading him back to her room like a child.
When she closed the door, Mack opened his robe and
looked at her, with a wry smile. "Well, I see Mr. Happily Married man
has finally gotten over his fears, huh? Does this mean I won't have to
lead you by the hand anymore," she asked, cocking her hip. He laughed
as he picked her up and carried her to the bed over his shoulder.
"What do you think?" he said, a note of cockiness in his
voice. Gently laying her down, he let his robe fall free as she threw
her open again, when there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" Daria said, in her old annoyed tone. A young man's voice answered, tired and strained.
"Uhhh, sorry, ma'am, but the lady said Mack was in
there. Can ya tell him we're all done now, an' wanna go? Please?" She
looked at him, and saw the same look he always got when Kevin said
something stupid, and he snarled in reply,
"You're done? What the hell you talking about,
you're done? Dammit, you're both players in the N F fuckin' L, don't
tell me you're done after two damn hours!" he roared, putting a finger
to his lips for Daria. "You're both what, twenty one, twenty-two? And
you're done? Bullshit! Both of you get your asses back to that madam
and get yourselves another woman, dammit! You ain't done until I tell
you you're done, now go!" he added, as they both tried to keep from
laughing. Another voice, morose, replied from behind the door.
"Uhhh, okay, Mack. But we ran outta cash.
Coach didn't tell us we needed to bring no cash, man. Just to get our
asses on the team plane with you and get over here after camp. What do
we say to 'em when they ask?" Mack rolled his eyes and snarled back
"Then you fucking well tell them what
you are, and if they want, I'l put it on the team card, dammit! Now get
outta here before I come out there and kick your asses! Now go!" he
barked, and they could heavy footsteps hurrying away. "You see what I
have to deal with? It's been like this since high school, Daria. As
soon as a coach sees my grades and my lack of a police record, I become
the team mommy somehow. Coach has this idea if someone's not playing up
to par, it helps to loosen them up a little, I don't know, but we sure
do have a lot of damn happy players. Normally, we go up near Vegas, but
we only had the little plane this time, and time was short. How long
you been working here again?" he asked, his erection gone, and his
"Mack, really, I can't say. Not long as some,
but...long enough. Say, before we go off on any tangents, I just wanna
let you know time's running. If you want, we can go for two more, at
one fifty, sound fair? You know the business," she sighed. Mack
snorted, and nodded.
"Believe me, I do. The coaches always
sent me to handle the money, even back in college, because most of
those morons couldn't add. Here I am, a professional football player,
and I'm chaperoning idiots like Kevin. But hey, seven million makes it
bearable, I suppose," he said, offhandedly. Daria gave him a cool look.
"Seven million, huh? I'm glad for you, Mack,
really I am, but unfortunately, I'm about to really become what I am
now and ask, why not go for the whole night? Two grand gets you the run
of the house, and your choice of beds to end up in. Of course,
everything goes," she sighed, looking away, but her eyes flicked back
at him. He whistled low.
"Damn, Da...Melody, you have expanded your
world, but I understand. I have to get those bozos back on the plane by
two, I'm afraid, but I do believe you're gonna be getting a hell of a
tip," he said, leaning in close and kissing her, which surprised her.
"You know," she said, in a low, sultry voice.
"Technically, that cost you five bucks, but I'll let it slide.
Actually, I was kind of hoping you would, not for the money, but just
so I don't have to do another line up. It's the part about this I
loathe the most, being paraded like a piece of cattle. The only thing
that's missing are the eartags. But you, you're a gentleman, Mack.
Tonight was really a pleasure for me, and I do mean that. Will you be
coming back soon?" she said. He paused a moment, and looked thoughtful.
"Maybe. Like I said, the coach usually sends
the guys off to the ones near Vegas, in the big team plane. We just had
the little one, since it was just the three of us this trip, but I'm
definitely gonna make sure this place is visited again, you can tell
your boss that," he smiled, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "And...I
think I will be seeing you again real soon. Maybe not for this, but
just to visit an old friend, is that okay?" he said, quietly.
"I'd like that, Mack. I'd like you to tell
Jodie I said hi, but you can't. I don't want her or anyone else to know
where I am or what I'm doing, but...." she reached into the nightstand
and pulled out a business card. "If you need to get hold of me, here's
my cell number and the address I can be reached through. Just in case,"
she said, flatly. "Mack, I have to get ready for the mext line up,
so..." she said, apologetically. He nodded, and gave her a hug as well.
"I know. I'm gonna go collect my boys and get
back to the airport so we can get some sleep before afternoon drills,
but we will be coming back. This place is nice and quiet, good to keep
from news of the coach's 'practices' out of the news. See you later,
Daria," he said, pulling off a thick wad of bills and handing them to
her. "Consider this a tip, okay? Take care..."
She walked him to the sitting room and left him
there, where he inquired as to how long his charges would be. The madam
spoke with him for a few moments as Daria went back to her room to get
into a new outfit. A few minutes later, she knocked on her door.
"Melody? A few words please?" the woman asked quietly.
Opening the door, Daria sighed, "Yes, ma'am? I'll be
ready in a few minutes," as she let her in. The woman, at least as old
as her mother, came in and gave her a rare smile.
"I was surprised you managed a multi-hour
session, honey. And with a pro ball player, too. I hope he'll be back?"
she asked, suggestively. Daria nodded. "One question, though. It was
obvious you two knew each other. You didn't give it away, but I saw the
look on his face and how urgent he was in choosing you. We're not going
to have any problems, are we?" Daria explained their relationship, and
why he and his fellows were there, and what Mack had said before
leaving, which made the woman grin from ear to ear. "I'm impressed!
Since he's a friend of yours, I'm giving you a percentage of any
business he brings our way, and he also had some nice things to say
about you. Why don't you take the rest of the night off, hon? You've
about made the night for us between the three of them, and what he said
to those two earlier was priceless! See you tomorrow," she said gaily.
It was a few weeks later, and summer was turning
into fall. Daria had started to follow the football schedule, to
determine when Mack may be coming, but he didn't show, although several
times, players from the team would come to partake of the fruits
available. She was coming out of the post office with her mail, and she
opened the manila envelope from the remailer. In addition to the
letters from her lawyers, creditors, and the state, there was a plainly
marked envelope, with the return address reading simply "Mack". She
tore it open, and almost fell over.
The note was cryptically short, detailing the birth
of his and Jodie's son, but the other article was what floored her. She
looked at the cashier's check numbly, counting the zero's over and
over. "Mack, you magnificent son of a bitch..." she said, clutching the
check tightly, as if it might evaporate in her hands. "One hundred
thousand dollars...Oh, Mack, I owe you big time..." she thought, guilt,
joy, and relief cascading over her as she walked unsteadily to her car
Author's Note: Daria belongs to MTV, the Arizona Cardninals property of
the NFL, used without permission, and hopefully without harming their
good name in this work of fiction. Apologies to professional sex
workers in the State of Nevada if I got any facts wrong :)