The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

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Chapter Seventeen

Paula would call Bobby, to try to hire him to relieve four more young women of their virginity, but not for a while. In the meantime, another call was being made that would have a great impact on Bobby Dalton. Betty happened to be the one who answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Is this the Dalton Bed and Breakfast?" asked a deep male voice.

"Yes it is, can I help you?"

"I might be interested in booking some rooms," said the man. "But I need more information first."

"Just a minute," said Betty. "I'll get the owner."

She went and told her mother the phone was for her and what it was about. Mirriam went to the phone. They needed some business. Thus far the bed and breakfast was a losing proposition, based on the costs of renovation.

"This is Mirriam Dalton," she said into the phone.

"Good evening, Mrs. Dalton. My name is Jeffrey Hamilton. I'm a professor of horticulture at Kansas State University."

Mirriam listened as the man went on and her mouth dropped open.

"Five rooms?" she asked. "All summer long?"

"That's correct," said the man. "I'll have four grad students with me and we need to be close to the research site. I've got a grant to work with. What I'm trying to do is find the best possible accommodations that will be the most comfortable and convenient. If we stay at motels, we'll be all spread out. And then there are meals. If you can accommodate us with two meals per day ... and the budget will take it ... that would be ideal."

"Five rooms," she repeated.

"Is that a problem?" came the voice. "My contact at the county extension office down there led me to believe this was a renovated two story farmhouse with at least five bedrooms."

"We have them," said Mirriam, a little weakly. She didn't want to say that her children lived in some of them. "Some of them are currently occupied."

"I wouldn't mind if there were other guests staying there," said the professor. But we'd need five rooms for our entire stay, of course."

"Of course," said Mirriam. "I'll have to check the schedule. Can I call you back?"

"Certainly," he said and gave her a phone number.

"All summer long?" asked Bobby. He was as astonished as his mother had been.

"They're doing some kind of research project about the tall grass prairie," said Mirriam.

"That would put us in the black for sure," said Bobby.

"Yes!" yipped Mirriam. "But we only have three rooms right now!"

"Not if I finish the barn," said Bobby.

"Can you do that by May?"

"We might have to get a loan," said Bobby. "I'm getting paid every week, but I don't know how much longer they'll need me." He thought for a moment. "Can we get a deposit? We ought to be able to get a deposit, to cover us in case they cancel or something."

"But if we get the money, you can finish the barn by May?" She sounded anxious.

"I'll have to," he said.

"I'm very sorry," said Professor Hamilton. "We won't actually get the funds until sometime in May." It was quiet for a few seconds. "How about this? I'll come down there for a site visit. If it looks like everything will work, I'll sign a contract. That will at least guarantee you the deposit you asked for. The grant is approved. It just takes time for all the wheels to turn. You'll get the deposit either way. It just won't be until sometime in May."

It was shaky, but it was also too good a chance to pass up.

"That would be fine," said Mirriam.

Melanie faced her two roommates.

"Don't you get it?" she asked, clearly agitated. "This is perfect. The guy comes here, we all get laid and have a little fun, and he goes away, never to be seen again. We can go out on dates after that and not be worried or nervous. We'll know what it's like."

"I told you I was for it," whined Tiffany. "It's still scary, though."

"Why do you need me?" asked the third girl. "I don't care what you guys do. Bring him here. Fuck his brains out for all I care. I just don't think this is right for me."

"Don't you like men?" asked an exasperated Melanie.

"I'm curious. And yes, I've thought about it. I'm just not excited about getting in bed with a stranger, that's all."

"But Paula knows him!" moaned Melanie. "She says he's wonderful, amazing, even. She said he was gentle and took things at the speed she wanted to go at. We need you, Suzie, because we have to come up with money to get him here."

Suzie Dalton frowned. She'd been saving as much of her pay from the research center as possible. They had said she'd be able to get a stipend at med school, because they didn't really want the med students to have to work. The Chumleys had paid her tuition thus far, but she didn't feel it was right to ask them to extend that gift into eight years of medical school. That would mean getting student loans and those would have to be paid off sooner or later.

Suzie's initial urge was to just tell Melanie to forget it. But the fact was that Suzie was more intimately acquainted with women who'd had sex than these girls were. Most, if not all, of her sisters had had sex and she'd been in a position to see how it affected them. That they'd had sex with Bobby didn't matter that much, the way she thought of it. It was weird, but it was still sex. And the fact of the matter was that all her sisters that she knew had been fucked by Bobby were deliriously happy about it.

She'd thought a lot about that during the three years she'd been away from home. She'd worked hard, both in regular semesters and in summer school. Her grades were impeccable and she'd learned even more in the research lab. She knew it was because of her boss that she'd been accepted at the KU Med Center. She didn't know if he'd finagled something or if the people there just respected his judgment, but that didn't matter. She was going to medical school and her dream would be realized then.

There hadn't been much time for men. She'd been tempted by a few and a couple of the guys she worked with made her think about it a lot. But they had girlfriends and she'd seen nasty breakups that put a strain on the way things worked in the lab. She had thought it might be a better idea to wait until she got to med school to explore men. The men in her class wouldn't be there unless they were as smart and dedicated as she was.

But she had also been exposed for two years to Melanie's idiot idea that a woman needed to have experience before she found the man she wanted to sleep with all the time. The problem was that over time, it didn't seem as idiotic as it had in the past. If she got to med school and met a man, it wasn't hard to imagine that it would go much better if she knew what to do, instead of fumbling around and being scared and nervous.

She was quite sure she could go home and that Bobby would be happy to take care of it. That wasn't as bad an idea as she used to think it was either, for that matter. She knew he loved her. He'd been giving her money since she left, so she could splurge, now and then. He'd never asked for a thing in return, except that she do a good job. Scholarships from the Chumleys and the university, along with her job and what Bobby sent her, were going to get her out of undergrad school debt free, and she knew how important that was.

But Bobby was home and she was here. She had her job and she'd get a bonus if she worked through spring break.

"Tell you what," said Suzie. "I'll take a look at the guy. I'm not making any promises, okay? But I'll take a look." She thought about the money again. "How much is it going to cost?"

"We don't know yet," said Melanie, clearly relieved. "Paula is supposed to call him and find out."

Suzie thought of Bobby again. She was pretty sure that some of the money he got came from women. She thought she knew who some of those women were. They were nothing like these girls. She'd never thought of Bobby as a gigolo before, but tried to now. It didn't work. Whoever the guy was that Paula French was so gaga about, he wouldn't be anything like Bobby.

She was sure of that.

Bobby had been holding Owen for half an hour while Erica did some laundry. She came to get him when she heard him fussing.

"He eats like a horse," she said.

"That's good," said Bobby. "I can stay the night, tonight."

"Oh?" Erica took Owen from him.

"Will said he was staying at Christy's tonight, when I saw him earlier," Bobby explained.

"What does that have to do with anything?" she asked. She stroked Owen's head while he woke up enough to eat.

"That means you'll be alone in bed tonight," he said.

"I can't have sex for another month," Erica said.

"I don't come here just for sex," said Bobby.

"I'm not so sure I believe that," she said, but there was no scorn in her voice.

"Okay," he said, his attitude amicable. "Let me help you."

She stood while he unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. Then he unclipped her bra and took that off too.

"See," she said, smiling. "All you want is my breasts."

"If you say so," he said. "Feed our son. There's something I want to do."

Erica lay in his arms. She could hear the slow measured cadence of his breathing that meant he was asleep. Yards away, she could hear other breathing that told her Owen was sleeping too.

Bobby had waited until the baby was fed and put down to sleep. Then he had stripped her and himself and taken her to bed, to show her there were other ways to find ecstasy than just intercourse.

She loved the way he emptied her breasts. He got them completely empty, sucking and slurping until there was nothing left and giving her a string of orgasms in the process.

"See?" she had moaned. "All you want is sex."

He took the time to take his lips from her nipples. "Yes dear," he said.

Now, though, she knew he was there for much more than her breasts. He hadn't even masturbated. He was hard. She'd felt that. But instead of looking to his own orgasm, or asking her to, he'd just cuddled with her as she relaxed from her last climax. He was going to be there all night ... holding her ... just being with her.

She moved and his arms tightened fractionally and then went slack again. She wiggled to put her front against his and closed her eyes to sleep.

As he got paychecks, Bobby bought more lumber and sheet rock to finish the rooms in the barn. Because he'd helped them out in a bind, and did good work, Alvin gave him the employee discount on what he bought. Prudence and Constance, both experienced now, came often to work on the barn project while Bobby drove the truck. The problem now was the heating, cooling and plumbing, particularly running a sewer line from the barn to join that of the house. Those things needed to be done by professionals and that was expensive. The sewer line alone was going to cost two hundred and fifty dollars.

It was for that reason, and that reason only, that when Paula finally worked up the courage to call Bobby, early in February, he didn't just hang up on her when she explained what she wanted him to do. He listened to her, initially, because he just couldn't believe what he was hearing and was waiting to see if she was joking or not.

"I knew you were crazy," he said into the phone.

"I'm not crazy," she said. "You don't understand, Bobby! You're not a woman. Losing your virginity is a big deal!"

"And you think that these ... how many is it ... three girls?"

"Maybe four," she said. "Five if you include me. I'll want to see you too, of course."

"And you think I can just come up there and ... service ... five women, so that losing their virginities is a lovely experience?"

"It's only four virgins," she reminded him. "And losing mine with you was fantastic, Bobby. Please?" she begged.

"This is insane," he said.

"No it's not!" she moaned. "It solves our problem, and it solves your problem too if we pay your way up here. Didn't you tell me you needed money to finish the barn?"

That was when he stayed on the line for the reason mentioned above. What she had offered - three hundred dollars - would cover the plumbing.

"Bobby?" Her voice sounded plaintive. He realized he hadn't said anything for a while.

"I must be the crazy one," he sighed. "What exactly is it that these women would want me to do?"

Sensing success for the first time since he'd answered, she animatedly explained it in as understated a way as she knew how.

"All you have to do is pop each girl's cherry," she said brightly.

"That would take days for four women," he said.

"No it wouldn't. Each girl has her own bedroom. You just go from one to the other."

"That's not how it's done, Paula," he sighed. "You, of all people, should know that."

"I know," she said. "But with me it was different. I didn't plan on letting you take my virginity. That's why it took you so long to do it."

Bobby sighed again. Now it was his fault it had taken him so long to do something she hadn't planned on doing in the first place.

"I can't just walk in, climb on top, destroy a hymen and then get back off," he said. "There's nothing remotely romantic about that."

"They're not trying to fall in love, Bobby. They just don't want to be virgins anymore, and they want a man to take care of that who's good at that."

"Thank you so much," said Bobby dryly. "I'll have to put on my resume that I'm an excellent cherry picker."

"You are!" said Paula, missing his sarcasm entirely. "Please, Bobby. You could make them all so happy. I know you can."

Bobby looked at the calendar on the wall. They had about two months before the researchers would be there taking up the whole house. The barn needed to be finished and furnished and being lived in by then. They could do it with no problem ... if they had the money. His stomach didn't feel good. This whole stupid scheme didn't feel good.

But they needed the money.

"I'll think about it," he said.

He had to pull the phone away from his head because she squealed so loudly. When it was quiet he put it back.

"Can I assume you aren't pregnant?" he asked.

"Nope!" she said cheerfully. "Had my period right on time."

"Are all these women on the pill?" he asked. He thought about Misty. She'd been on the pill and it hadn't made any difference.

"They will be," said Paula confidently.

"Have them get diaphragms too," said Bobby.

"What?" She sounded puzzled. "Why?"

"Because I don't want any babies to result from this loony plan," he said.

"No problem," she assured him. "They wouldn't want that either."

"Call me tomorrow," he said. "I'll give you my answer then."

Bobby thought about it, and even dreamt about it, for the next twenty-six hours or so. They were disturbing dreams. In the dreams, women were laid out, blindfolded, naked, their legs spread. He went from one to the other, sinking his penis into them. Each screamed. He awoke sweating. "It wouldn't be like that," he told himself. "I wouldn't let it be like that." He didn't sleep well the rest of the night, though.

The problem was that when he'd gone to the bank to see about a loan, he found out that the loan officer was Wesley Vaughn ... Millie Vaughn's husband.

"I'm sorry, but I can't give you the loan," the man said firmly.

"Why is that?" asked Bobby. He was pretty sure he knew why, but wanted the man to have to say it.

"It's too big a risk," said Wesley, lying through his teeth. Bobby had already told him about the all summer contract. Wesley would have given the loan happily, had it not been for who was asking for it. He knew he'd have to sleep on the couch for months if he gave this loan. And that was if Millie didn't throw him out altogether. "I just can't risk it," he said.

"The contract with the researchers will have it paid back within a month," said Bobby.

"May I see the signed contract?" asked Wesley. He already knew there wasn't one. Bobby had explained that too.

"Thanks for your time," Bobby had said, rising to leave.

If he didn't do this thoroughly loopy thing Paula was asking him to do, they could probably still live in the barn, but they'd have to go into the house for water and toilets. His anticipated wages from his job would probably cover the electrician and the furniture. Or it would cover the furniture and the plumbing. It might cover the electrician and the plumbing, but not all three at once. And under any of those scenarios, it was no way to try to house two new mothers and two babies.

He felt like he needed an antacid when Paula called and he said he'd do it.

Bobby's next problem was explaining to his mother why he was going to go spend a day or two in Manhattan, Kansas. He knew she wouldn't go along with the idea that he was going to go reap a handful of cherries, in order to get the money to finish the barn. Since he thought it was a stupid idea, he knew she would too.

That problem was solved for him when Mirriam showed him the letter from Suzie that contained information about when graduation would be, and what building it would be in and so on.

"I hope we can find things," said his mother, who had never traveled outside of Granger more than fifty miles. She didn't stop to think that she could navigate Wichita just fine and that Manhattan was much smaller than that. Bobby didn't give her time to think of that either.

"I'll mosey up that way in the next few weeks and scope it all out ahead of time," he said, as the idea came to him. "I can stay with Suzie for a day or two, and she can show me how to get around and all that."

His plan was to do what had to be done with Paula and the other women, and then call Suzie and surprise her. Of course all you alert readers out there already know a wrench would get thrown in that particular set of gears, but he didn't know it then.

The only threat to his plan, at that time, was that the twins wailed that they wanted to go with him to see Suzie and the university, and have an adventure. He reminded them of their employment and the fact that they'd have to take the babies along. That cooled their ardor a bit. It also made them think about the responsibilities of being mothers and how that can limit one's options.

And so it was, that on a Wednesday in the third week of March, 1977, Bobby Dalton drove off to what could unarguably be called his first assignation as a professional gigolo. He hadn't called Suzie first, because that would restrict his freedom in getting his mission accomplished. He had told his mother not to tell Suzie either, since he said he wanted to surprise her.

In that he would be successful.

What Bobby didn't know, and Paula had been unable to tell him, was that her parents decided to check up on their daughter during Spring Break. Millie, their older daughter, had been less than forthcoming with information about how Paula's visit at the New Year had gone. That was because Millie didn't want to have to endure the tongue-lashing she knew she'd get if their parents actually found out what had happened that week. Her somewhat vague "Oh, she had a good time," had contained an element of guilt in it that she couldn't suppress. Her mother was an expert at guilt, both in feeling it and transmitting it to others, and her radar lit up. Rather than interrogate their older daughter, who had become increasingly independent after getting married, "Mother Vaughn," as she liked to be called, decided to go straight to the source.

It was a "surprise inspection," so to speak, and when her parents presented themselves at the sorority house, to see their daughter, Paula was suddenly stuck. She knew Bobby would be there sometime that day and panicked.

"I'll get a bag!" she yelped.

"What?" Her mother was confused.

"Well you can't stay here!" said Paula. "Aren't you picking me up?"

"We just came to see how you're doing, dear," said her mother.

Paula was an intelligent young woman. The look on her mother's face wasn't smoldering anger. That told her intuitively that Millie hadn't spilled the beans yet ... at least not all of them.

"And so you shall!" yipped Paula. "We can talk all about it on the way home."

Fifteen minutes later an increasingly nervous Paula got into the back seat of her father's car, to spend the rest of Spring Break trying to salvage her home situation. That ride with her parents and the subsequent three days, during which she paid dearly for her rash actions in Granger, would make a story in itself. But that's a story for another day. Before she left, in a hurried and frantic conversation, she implored Tracie to take over for her and see that Bobby got to where he was supposed to go.

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