big news stories and the health of all concerned, Marcy asked, "You said you've been really busy over the past week. What was going on?"
Marcy seemed genuinely interested, so Pam told her about the wedding. "After all the panicky moments, it all came off without a hitch. I have to say I was quite pleased and so was the bride's family." She sipped her wine.
"You sound like this is easy stuff for you."
"It is, actually. I used to entertain several times a year for Vin and his business contacts. I've gotten pretty used to it."
"You're so well organized. You said they paid you quite a sum to do the party."
Pam couldn't help but smile. "That they did, and the money will come in very handy." She very quickly told Marcy of all her financial problems, then wondered what it was about this motherly woman that made it seem so natural to confide in her.
"Are you interested in doing more of this kind of thing? I have lots of contacts, businessmen who are always looking for someplace different to entertain."
Was she interested in taking referrals from a madam? She had already told Grace Banner that she'd be interested in talking to folks looking for places for weddings and summer affairs. Marcy's offer gave the word affairs a whole new meaning. "Only if it's strictly business," Pam said, then with a chuckle added, "I mean real business."
With a hearty laugh, Marcy said, "Not my kind of business, you mean. I understand, although you'd be fabulous doing what I do. You're organized, well spoken, classy looking, and charming. My instincts have always been right and I got good vibes about you from the start."
Pam actually felt herself color. "I don't think so."
"I'm going to stop the hypothetical nonsense. My two partners and I each make more than your husband did in his best year."
Pam gasped. "You're kidding."
Marcy grinned, then shook her head. "Not at all. They don't call it the world's oldest profession for nothing. It has been around forever, and the club started almost five years ago. We do very, very nicely. And I share."
From what she knew of Vin's expenditures, she didn't doubt that Club Fantasy was a gold mine. But not for her. "Not interested, but thanks for the vote of confidence. You seem to be very well paid for what you do. How many clients do you have?"
"About three hundred."
Pam's jaw dropped. "Three hundred men pay the kind of money you get for sex?"
"There would be more if I were less selective and had more time and space. My client list includes many of the best people, men, and women, too, who are looking for my kind of entertainment. Our clients include politicians, CEOs, rock stars, sports types, just about everyone you might imagine. We give them things they can't or don't get anywhere else and we're totally confidential and discreet. Men and women have needs and wants and we cater to them."
"You mean to tell me that women pay for sex, too?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Pam's mind couldn't quite grasp the concept of women paying for sex. In the last several years she and Vin had made love from time to time, and most of the time it had been enjoyable for her. But she didn't need it, or want more than she had. Women paid for it? "I don't know why not. I just thought that women didn't need or want sex the way men do."
"Many don't, but lots of women have discovered how fabulous great sex can be. Most get it at home, but more than a few come to us for, well, let's say diversion. Actually, that's what my husband Zack used to do."
Pam gasped. "Okay, you finally shocked me. Your husband used to be a male prostitute?" She had to be saying that to make a point. She couldn't be married to a man who'd done
that
.
Marcy smiled indulgently. "Listen, Pam, there's a lot more in this world than you can imagine. Yes, Zack used to entertain women. He doesn't anymore, of course, not since we got together."
"What do these women want?"
"We live in a couples-oriented society, and women often outlive or outlast their partners. We
Marcy seemed genuinely interested, so Pam told her about the wedding. "After all the panicky moments, it all came off without a hitch. I have to say I was quite pleased and so was the bride's family." She sipped her wine.
"You sound like this is easy stuff for you."
"It is, actually. I used to entertain several times a year for Vin and his business contacts. I've gotten pretty used to it."
"You're so well organized. You said they paid you quite a sum to do the party."
Pam couldn't help but smile. "That they did, and the money will come in very handy." She very quickly told Marcy of all her financial problems, then wondered what it was about this motherly woman that made it seem so natural to confide in her.
"Are you interested in doing more of this kind of thing? I have lots of contacts, businessmen who are always looking for someplace different to entertain."
Was she interested in taking referrals from a madam? She had already told Grace Banner that she'd be interested in talking to folks looking for places for weddings and summer affairs. Marcy's offer gave the word affairs a whole new meaning. "Only if it's strictly business," Pam said, then with a chuckle added, "I mean real business."
With a hearty laugh, Marcy said, "Not my kind of business, you mean. I understand, although you'd be fabulous doing what I do. You're organized, well spoken, classy looking, and charming. My instincts have always been right and I got good vibes about you from the start."
Pam actually felt herself color. "I don't think so."
"I'm going to stop the hypothetical nonsense. My two partners and I each make more than your husband did in his best year."
Pam gasped. "You're kidding."
Marcy grinned, then shook her head. "Not at all. They don't call it the world's oldest profession for nothing. It has been around forever, and the club started almost five years ago. We do very, very nicely. And I share."
From what she knew of Vin's expenditures, she didn't doubt that Club Fantasy was a gold mine. But not for her. "Not interested, but thanks for the vote of confidence. You seem to be very well paid for what you do. How many clients do you have?"
"About three hundred."
Pam's jaw dropped. "Three hundred men pay the kind of money you get for sex?"
"There would be more if I were less selective and had more time and space. My client list includes many of the best people, men, and women, too, who are looking for my kind of entertainment. Our clients include politicians, CEOs, rock stars, sports types, just about everyone you might imagine. We give them things they can't or don't get anywhere else and we're totally confidential and discreet. Men and women have needs and wants and we cater to them."
"You mean to tell me that women pay for sex, too?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Pam's mind couldn't quite grasp the concept of women paying for sex. In the last several years she and Vin had made love from time to time, and most of the time it had been enjoyable for her. But she didn't need it, or want more than she had. Women paid for it? "I don't know why not. I just thought that women didn't need or want sex the way men do."
"Many don't, but lots of women have discovered how fabulous great sex can be. Most get it at home, but more than a few come to us for, well, let's say diversion. Actually, that's what my husband Zack used to do."
Pam gasped. "Okay, you finally shocked me. Your husband used to be a male prostitute?" She had to be saying that to make a point. She couldn't be married to a man who'd done
that
.
Marcy smiled indulgently. "Listen, Pam, there's a lot more in this world than you can imagine. Yes, Zack used to entertain women. He doesn't anymore, of course, not since we got together."
"What do these women want?"
"We live in a couples-oriented society, and women often outlive or outlast their partners. We
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