“I don’t think I’ll ever trust a man again for the rest of my life,” Dina said. Brunch was almost over, and she and her best friend, Jen, were finishing their coffees and eggs at Escape Café at Mt. Eden.
“Oh, now, come on,” Jen said, putting her napkin on the table. “He didn’t ruin you that much.”
Dina felt her eyes welling up with tears. “I think he did,” she said.
Jen put her arm around Dina’s shoulders. “Well, he’s just an asshole,” she said. “Listen, the divorce is finished. All done! You never have to see him again, or talk to him, or even bother to talk to someone like him. Repeat after me: Not all the men in the world are my vicious, lying, cheating, ugly ex-husband – just John.”
Dina couldn’t help but laugh at this.
“You’re right,” she said. “Not all men in the world can be that terrible, can they?”
“Of course not!” Jen exclaimed. “We’ve got plenty of men friends still, haven’t we?”
Dina shook her head a little and took a deep breath. “I just feel like I hate all of them,” she said.
“That’s a terrible attitude,” Jen said. “Maybe you just need to be in control again. You know, you call the shots in the relationship and what not.”
“You mean I should hire a man?” Dina asked.
“I wasn’t quite thinking that, no,” Jen said, “but now that I think about it, that might actually be exactly right for you.”
“I’m not joking,” Jen said. “The more I think about it, the more it sounds perfect to me. You find a man who is just everything John never was—”
“You mean, gorgeous?” Dina said.
“Exactly,” Jen said, “gorgeous, and strong, and tall. And sensual. And then you pay him for his time, and then you can leave him.”
“That does sound nice,” Dina said. “But how am I supposed to find a” – she looked around the restaurant and lowered her voice to a whisper—”a prostitute?”
“Oh, you old bag you,” Jen said, swatting her napkin at Dina’s arm. “It’s legal, you know.”
“Right,” Dina said, “but I’m almost 50. I don’t know these things.”
“You can use the Internet, can’t you,” Jen said. She started to dig in her purse for something.
“Of course I can,” Dina said. “I’m almost 50 but I’m not a complete old bat.”
“Well then,” Jen said, writing on a napkin with the pen she’d just pulled from her purse. “Go to this Website. I’ve heard they have loads of options there.”
“It had better not be adult sheep finder,” Dina said.
“What?” Jen said, handing the napkin over.
“Nothing,” Dina said, “just a joke my son told me about.”
Dina read the napkin: SexWorkers.co.nz
“Now how do you know about this site?” Dina asked. “You haven’t used it, have you? Jen, that’s just scandalous.”
“Oh, shush, you,” Jen said. “I haven’t used it. Yet. I saw an ad for it in the paper. Anyway, go try it, and then tell me all the details. And just think how perfectly divine it will feel to use some of John’s alimony check to pay for sex with another man!”
Dina could hardly believe that she went through with it, but the following Tuesday she drove cross town to meet her selected escort, David, at his apartment. After she parked her car, she checked her make-up in the small mirror she kept in her handbag. She examined the wrinkles by her eyes, and the dark circles under them that had grown in the past year during the divorce.
“This is useless,” she said aloud. She thought she might start to cry again. “Pull yourself together, Dina,” she said. She pinched her cheeks a little bit, as much to bring her out of her funk as to bring color to her cheeks.
Finally she stepped out of the car, inhaling deeply, and walked towards the apartment. She pressed the button for apartment 2B.
“Dina?” said a deep voice from the intercom.
“Yes,” Dina said. Her voice was cracking a little. She felt like a 16-year-old boy on a first date. She cleared her throat.
“Come on up,” the voice responded. “Take the elevator to the second floor, and mine’s the second apartment on the right.”
A buzzing noise let Dina know the outer door was open. She pushed her way through and took the elevator as he’d told her to. Her heart was beating in her chest. She smoothed her blouse and skirt, checking her reflection in the elevator’s mirrored doors.
She knocked as confidently as she could.
David answered the door wearing a dark red robe over blue cotton pajamas. He was just as his ad had described him: in his later 30s, on the tall side, lean, but with broad shoulders, and with thick, curly hair cut just long enough to let the curl show. His eyes were a very striking blue. And as he smiled at her, Dina was relieved to see that he had very deep, yet charming, laugh lines.
“Dina, hello,” he said. “Please, come in.” He held the door open for her and spread his arm out behind him, showing his apartment.
“Thank you,” Dina said.
“I hope you don’t mind my pajamas,” David said, closing the door behind them. “It’s just that they’re so comfortable.”
“It’s perfectly fine,” Dina said. “Actually I quite like them. I almost wish I’d worn mine.”
“You’re welcome to a pair of mine, if you’d like,” David said. He led her to a plush sofa in a very masculine living room.
Dina laughed. “Perhaps later,” she said. She suddenly blushed. She hadn’t blushed in ages.
“Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Or something stronger? I have some sherry, or some-“
“Scotch?” Dina suggested.
“I have some of that, too,” David said. “On the rocks, I presume? Please, have a seat.”
Dina sat on the couch and put her purse next to her while David went into the kitchen. She heard him clinking around with glasses and ice. She wanted to bring her mirror out and reapply her lipstick, but she refrained.
David returned, with two short glasses of scotch tinkling with ice. He offered one to Dina. She took it and drank some of it greedily.
“Let’s have a shower, shall we?” David asked. He offered Dina his hand and she took it, still grasping her scotch in the other hand.
He led her into a bedroom with a large, comfortable bed and simple, modern furniture. He closed the blinds and curtains, and turned on a low light. Dina could see herself in the mirror across the room. She tried her best not to look.
David opened a closet and pulled out a very soft, silky blue robe. “Here,” he said. “As close as I’ll give you to pajamas, for now.”
“Thank you,” Dina said.
“I’m going to climb into the shower,” David said, untying his robe and hanging it on a hook on the back of a second door. He opened the door, and Dina saw a well-lit bathroom with a large shower. “You should come in whenever you’re ready.”
Dina nodded, still grasping her scotch. David smiled at her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. “Don’t be nervous,” he whispered.
Dina watched him enter the bathroom. “Oh hell, Dina,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror.
She stripped off her blouse, bra, skirt and panties and put on the robe. She fluffed her hair a little bit, then shrugged at herself in the mirror. She finished off her scotch and put the glass on a table.
Finally she walked into the bathroom, where the shower was on and David was already thoroughly covered in suds behind the shower door.
“Mind if I join you?” Dina asked.
“Please do,” David answered. He opened the door for her and, throwing her robe aside, she stepped in.
He rubbed her arms as she got herself wet under the water. She tried to avoid getting her face wet so that her make-up wouldn’t run, but it was useless. She sighed loudly and shook her head.
“Hey,” David said, “relax. It’s okay. You can wash off your makeup. I’m not here to judge you. Just be comfortable.”
Dina took another deep breath and let the water run over her face. David very gently washed her hair and body, and she closed her eyes while he washed her face. His touch was firm yet soft, and Dina enjoyed it very much.
After they were both completely rinsed, David grabbed thick towels and patted Dina dry. He was very thorough, and gentle again. The towels were warm and soft and Dina thought she hadn’t felt this kind of luxury in a long time.
David led Dina into the bedroom and laid her on the bed, which enveloped her in velvety softness. He lay beside her, smiling, and then started rubbing lotion into her skin. As he massaged her feet, Dina let go a deep breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding in. David was using a lotion that smelled sweet and flowery and Dina couldn’t quite put her finger on what flower it was.
“Jasmine?” she asked.
“Hm?” David said, his big hands working up her calves.
“Is the lotion scented like jasmine?” Dina asked.
“Oh, yes, it is,” David said. “Do you like it?”
“Yes,” Dina said. “I do.”
David continued working on her muscles, loosening them with expertise. Dina felt completely at ease now.
He massaged her ass and breasts, then her shoulders and neck. With one hand behind her head, he began to kiss her. Dina surrendered completely to his soft, big lips and wet tongue. She felt as though she were 16 again, really kissing a boy for the first time. She felt electricity tingling on her skin, as every part of her body hungered to touch David.
He put a warm hand on her mound, and she felt her pussy tingle in a way it hadn’t in years. She knew she was getting wet. David kept kissing her, exploring her with his tongue. Slowly he moved a finger onto her clit and started rubbing in slow circles.
Dina moaned into David’s mouth, and he pulled his head back and smiled. “Is that okay?” he asked.
“It’s more than okay,” Dina said.
He leaned back in and kept kissing her, his finger still working on her clit. She found it hard to concentrate on kissing him. She started to grind herself against him, shivering with pleasure.
Finally he slipped a finger into her pussy, which was wet and ready for him. He adjusted himself so that he could fuck her with one finger and keep another hand busy on her clit. Dina thought she had never had a man know exactly how to fuck her before.
Now he was pressing against her g-spot with the finger inside her while he was rubbing her clit. Dina felt the orgasm approaching, inevitable and all-consuming. Suddenly she shook over her entire body, and felt her pussy clamping onto David’s finger.
“Yes,” she cooed, “ohhhh yes.”
Three orgasms wracked her body, one after another, slightly different from each other but melting into themselves. Even after she was done cumming, she twitched and shook with the pleasure.
“Wow,” she said.
“Wow,” David said back, smiling.
“That was amazing,” Dina said, stretching a bit.
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” David said.
Dina sat up and stretched even more, then kissed David on the cheek. “Thank you,” she said, standing up.
“Wait, where are you going?” David asked.
“This was great fun,” Dina said, “but I’ve got things to do.”
“Oh,” David said, disappointed.
Dina smiled at him. “Maybe I’ll call you again,” she said.
Leaving David’s apartment, she felt completely in control. She looked in the rearview mirror as she started her car and realized that, even without any lipstick on, she was glowing.