cater to recent divorcees, widows, and just plain lonely women. Some merely want companionship, someone to take them out to dinner, the theater, or a concert. Others need a man to take them to a special event. Eye candy for the female set. They can introduce a good-looking stud to their friends and watch the envy show on their faces without ever letting on that the guy is being paid. Our gentlemen are cultured and well read, not to mention good looking. And the fringe benefit is sex afterward, if the woman is in the mood, and most of the time she is. She knows she'll get the best, too."
Pam kept her jaw locked to keep it from falling open. She must be the most naive woman in the world. "I can't imagine wanting sex that much."
"Then, my dear, you've never had great sex." Marcy's eyes lit up. "You know, I could introduce you to someone…"
It was Pam's turn to laugh. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said quickly.
Marcy had been watching the entrance and suddenly her face brightened. "There's Liza," Marcy said, motioning to a tall, well-built woman who was just walking through the restaurant's front door. When she waved, the woman waved back and headed for the table, stopping briefly to talk to the waiter. Pam looked her over, wondering what this woman had that she didn't.
Liza was not a knockout. She wasn't much taller than Pam, had short auburn hair and a peaches-and-cream complexion with a scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was dressed in white jeans and a soft lilac shirt that showed off her ample bosom. Pam looked down. She wasn't badly endowed herself. Why this woman?
Liza crossed the room and slid in beside Marcy. "Pam, this is Liza."
Liza looked at Pam with genuine sadness in her mossy green eyes. "I was so sorry to hear about Vin. Your loss must be quite painful. What can I do to help?"
"I don't know how to begin," Pam said. "You're not what I expected."
"You're exactly what I expected. Vin and I didn't talk much, but on the rare occasions that we did he told me what you looked like and lots more."
"What else did he say?"
"That you were super organized, a great help to him in his business, that you were talented and charming and, I don't know, sort of comfortable."
"I think the word 'comfortable' is damning with faint praise, but I won't go there. He gave you no details about our sex life?"
"I don't kiss and tell, and neither did he. I made it plain that once he and Marcy had talked and decided that he wasn't going to go to you for what he wanted, I didn't want to talk about his sex life with you. He wanted what I gave him and that was that."
"And what did you give him?" Pam watched Liza's shoulders rise and fall.
"I won't give you any details. Let me just tell you this. It was only sex. There was no love or anything close to that. I was a live sex toy and that was all. I want to assure you of that."
"I find that difficult to believe. Vin wouldn't have made love with someone he didn't care about."
The waiter arrived with a glass of wine for Liza and she took a large swallow. "Oh, he cared about me, I think, but I can't even say I was a friend. Maybe I was sort of an acquaintance and a sexual plaything."
Pam was getting annoyed with Liza's coy attitude. Who was she to know things about Vin and not divulge anything? "Come on, Liza. Let's lay it all out here."
Liza looked at Marcy, who nodded. "Tell her what she wants to know."
"He told me that he made decisions all day and that he didn't want to make any in his sex life. He wanted me to be in control, tell him what to do and when to do it."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Pam considered. Liza was right that Vin was in control of everything at DePalma Advertising, almost to a fault. She could understand his not wanting to make decisions about sex. Had he made them with her? She thought about that. He had always initiated sex and the routine had usually been pretty much the same, his rolling toward her in bed, stroking her until she
Pam kept her jaw locked to keep it from falling open. She must be the most naive woman in the world. "I can't imagine wanting sex that much."
"Then, my dear, you've never had great sex." Marcy's eyes lit up. "You know, I could introduce you to someone…"
It was Pam's turn to laugh. "Thanks, but no thanks," she said quickly.
Marcy had been watching the entrance and suddenly her face brightened. "There's Liza," Marcy said, motioning to a tall, well-built woman who was just walking through the restaurant's front door. When she waved, the woman waved back and headed for the table, stopping briefly to talk to the waiter. Pam looked her over, wondering what this woman had that she didn't.
Liza was not a knockout. She wasn't much taller than Pam, had short auburn hair and a peaches-and-cream complexion with a scattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She was dressed in white jeans and a soft lilac shirt that showed off her ample bosom. Pam looked down. She wasn't badly endowed herself. Why this woman?
Liza crossed the room and slid in beside Marcy. "Pam, this is Liza."
Liza looked at Pam with genuine sadness in her mossy green eyes. "I was so sorry to hear about Vin. Your loss must be quite painful. What can I do to help?"
"I don't know how to begin," Pam said. "You're not what I expected."
"You're exactly what I expected. Vin and I didn't talk much, but on the rare occasions that we did he told me what you looked like and lots more."
"What else did he say?"
"That you were super organized, a great help to him in his business, that you were talented and charming and, I don't know, sort of comfortable."
"I think the word 'comfortable' is damning with faint praise, but I won't go there. He gave you no details about our sex life?"
"I don't kiss and tell, and neither did he. I made it plain that once he and Marcy had talked and decided that he wasn't going to go to you for what he wanted, I didn't want to talk about his sex life with you. He wanted what I gave him and that was that."
"And what did you give him?" Pam watched Liza's shoulders rise and fall.
"I won't give you any details. Let me just tell you this. It was only sex. There was no love or anything close to that. I was a live sex toy and that was all. I want to assure you of that."
"I find that difficult to believe. Vin wouldn't have made love with someone he didn't care about."
The waiter arrived with a glass of wine for Liza and she took a large swallow. "Oh, he cared about me, I think, but I can't even say I was a friend. Maybe I was sort of an acquaintance and a sexual plaything."
Pam was getting annoyed with Liza's coy attitude. Who was she to know things about Vin and not divulge anything? "Come on, Liza. Let's lay it all out here."
Liza looked at Marcy, who nodded. "Tell her what she wants to know."
"He told me that he made decisions all day and that he didn't want to make any in his sex life. He wanted me to be in control, tell him what to do and when to do it."
"That's it?"
"That's it."
Pam considered. Liza was right that Vin was in control of everything at DePalma Advertising, almost to a fault. She could understand his not wanting to make decisions about sex. Had he made them with her? She thought about that. He had always initiated sex and the routine had usually been pretty much the same, his rolling toward her in bed, stroking her until she
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