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Chapter 51 Camille
He had apologized for not lasting as long as usual.
‘But most people my age are dead,’ he said in his defense.
She giggled at his statement, kissed him and got out his bed.
‘Whatever you say old man but once again you fucked the hell out of me. I should charge you extra but you are one of the few that make sure I have an orgasm so you owe me the usual.’
‘In the envelope, as usual.’
He got out of bed and took her hand then led her to the kitchen. He took a pork roast out of the oven, sliced two portions off it then put them on plates. He spooned a fair portion of yellow rice with peas on each plate then went to get silverware.
Camille said, ‘This smells delicious.’
Soon after she got her utensils she said, ‘This is delicious.’
It was their usual routine. She would come to his house on Sunday nights, they would fuck, and they would eat dinner, and then she would go home.
He was in fact the lawyer that had defended her when she was arrested for drug possession. His name was Wilson and he was fifty-two and physically fit although his hair was almost all white.
He liked her and kept tabs on her. When he learned she had become an escort he called her and she had been his Sunday fuck for nearly a year.
He suggested that she come on her own and not have to give her agency part of the fee. It had been that way for over six months.
‘So, how are the girls?’
‘Fine, they love living with Mom and Mom loves having them there. They love Felicity but I am afraid I am becoming a peripheral person to them.’
‘You would have become peripheral to them sooner or later anyway. They are teenagers, it happens. The important part is that they are growing up healthy and happy.’
‘You are so smart, you always say the right thing. That really is the important part isn’t it?’
‘Yes, that and always visiting me on Sundays.’
Camille giggled and said, ‘I always leave here in a good mood.’
‘Even last Sunday when I had the malfunction?’
‘Even the Sunday before that when I was having a malfunction.’
‘So, why don’t you come earlier on Sundays? You can help me in the yard, help me at the grocery store, go out to dinner with me.’
She started to laugh but saw he was dead serious.
‘You would allow people see you with a whore?’
‘No. However I would be pleased to be seen with you. We would be in places your clients would be unlikely to be unless their wives are with them. If any one recognizes you they will do their best to ignore you.’
‘But you would still be with a whore.’
‘Or my very naughty daughter. Either way it would make me look good.’
She shook her head and after a couple of bites of food she began to giggle.
‘A very naughty daughter. You are a strange old man.’
He agreed he was then asked, ‘At what time do you leave Felicity to get back to the city?’
‘At two. It takes me a bit over an hour to get back.’
‘So why not come straight here instead of being home alone for four hours?’
‘I go to the Laundromat, clean house.’
‘I have state of the art washer and dryer. You could do your laundry here while naked. If you clean your house and put the laundry in the car before you go south then you can come straight here and it would save you lots of quarters.’
‘You just called me a two bit whore,’ she said with a barely suppressed smile.
‘I would never do that. I know how much you charge.’
She stood to put her dish in the sink then kissed him.
‘Camille, how old are you?’
‘Thirty two but my clients think I am twenty six. No one calls a thirty two year old for sex. Well except for you.
You already knew how old I am, didn’t you. You know everything about me, my Mom, my daughters, the bastard. And yet you want me to spend more time with you.’
He stood and put his plate in the sink then embraced her.
‘I know your husband left you holding the drugs. I know you have never used. I know you spent a year trying to find a job before becoming an escort.
I know you have been beaten up by burglars at home and did not report it to the police because you are afraid they would revoke your probation.
And yet I know you are a good decent woman. I know you are trying to find your way to a decent life.’
She looked at him with affection and almost burst into tears in his arms.
He led her to his bed and tucked her in.
‘Rest a little while before you leave.’
He kissed her lips and left her there.
Fifteen minutes later he saw she was asleep. Two hours later he joined her in bed. She awoke briefly and he said, ‘Spend the night, it’s raining hard out there.’
She kissed him then turned her back to him. He cuddled up behind her and they went to sleep.
He had coffee and toast ready for her when she staggered into the kitchen. He was dressed for work.
‘Why did you not wake me up?’
‘I did but you threatened to kill me so I let you lie.’
‘So now I’m a dog.’
‘Pure bred,’
She kissed his lips and fixed her coffee.
‘Well I have to go. Lock the door on your way out please.’
‘You are leaving me here? What if I stole you blind?’
‘Anything in here that you prefer more than me please go ahead and take it.’
Her expression was exactly what he hoped. He kissed her and left.
Two hours later she called him at work. She was crying.
‘They broke into the house again last night. They trashed the place, they think Randy hid money here.’
‘Stay there until the cops arrive. Tell them what you suspect. As soon as they leave the house pack what you can in twenty minutes and go to my house. There is a key in the mouth of the guard frog.’
‘Thank you, thank you.’
He called the cops and sent them to her house. He explained she was a parolee and would be terrified of them but she was not a criminal.
When Wilson got home that afternoon he saw she had cleaned the house and was doing laundry. She smelled a delicious dinner.
He went to his room and changed to gym shorts and t-shirt.
As he walked past the spare bedroom she was coming out wearing only a t-shirt. She jumped into his arms and kissed him.
‘Thank you, I was getting ready to do some laundry when it crossed my mind I did not have another place to go except here.’
She kissed him again and led him to the kitchen table.
‘It has been a while since I cooked a full dinner. I took this out of my freezer this morning after I packed my clothes.
I hope you like it.’
It was a whole roasted chicken and it was delicious. He praised her cooking and helped her clean up.
He filled a glass of wine for her and got a beer for himself and walked her to the living room. He sat on the recliner and she curled up on the couch and they watched the news.
During a commercial he asked her how the cops had treated her.
‘With respect and concern. One was a woman and she hugged me when I couldn’t stop crying. I think she had been a client of mine but it is hard to tell when they are in uniform.
They had dusted for fingerprints before I left.
I did not tell anyone where I was going except the lady cop.’
‘Good thinking. I don’t want anyone trashing my place. So, how much money was it?’
She began to claim ignorance but saw in his face he already knew.
‘Almost ninety thousand.’
‘And you gave it to your Mom.’
‘Yes, I did when I took the girls to her.’
‘Have you told any of what happened to your Mom?’
‘No, she thinks it is bonuses I got at work for bringing in new clients. She thinks I am a sales rep. I suspect she knows better. She had never trusted Randy and is very glad he is gone.’
‘You do realize that Randy is probabl
y dead.’
‘Yes, they did look where I found the money. They knew where to look. The police didn’t when they searched when I was busted. They apparently were looking for drugs and after they found them they stopped looking.
I figure the bad guys beat the location out of him. I am sad that he is likely dead but when I asked him if he was dealing drugs he always told me no. He was a distracted husband and father.’
‘Where was it?’
‘In the oven under the aluminum foil placed there to catch drippings from going on the coil. He told me that the bottom coil did not work, that only the top one did.
While he was in hiding and I was alone in the house I went to see if I could replace the coil and found his treasure. There were stacks of twenties, fifty’s and hundreds.
‘Give me the card that the lady cop gave you.’
She did and he called her. He left a message identifying himself as Camille’s lawyer. He told her that there were complications on what appeared to be a simple case and asked her to call him back.
Her name was Darby and he knew her well. It was she who told him that Camille was clean and simply married the wrong guy.
Wilson was a member of a big firm and the firm volunteered their lawyers for pro bono cases once a month. Camille was his pro bono client.
He had managed to settle Camille’s case in the judge’s chamber with time served and two years probation. Her probation would be completed in two months.
Her mother and most of the money were waiting for her in a small town by the Gulf.
‘How often do you do escort work?’
Again she though about it and decided to tell the truth.
‘Just enough to pay the bills, three or four times a week at most. If I need extra money I bring some back with me from Mom’s.
Most of my clients are regulars, three are women. As I am sure you already know Darby is a regular. She does not go through the agency either.’
‘So you are more of a fuck buddy to people and not a whore.’
‘I get paid, I am a whore.’
‘Do you enjoy it?’
‘Yes, most of the time. I enjoy Darby, two of the men and you. The four of you make love to me. The other women do too most of the time. The others fuck me, pay me, and open the door for me to leave. Easy money.’
His phone rang and he asked Darby to come by his house. She asked if it was police business and he said yes. She said she would come by towards the end of her shift. She was waiting for the results on the fingerprints.
She was in full uniform and in official business mode when she walked in. That ended quickly when Camille wrapped her in her arms around her and gave her a long kiss.
Darby looked at Wilson and he nodded with a smile and invited her into the kitchen. Camille fixed her a plate from her dinner. Darby was famished.
When done with dinner she asked, ‘OK, what do you suspect?’
‘We suspect they found her husband, beat information out of him and went to find something. We think they knew were to look.’
‘The stove,’ Darby said.
‘Yes, the stove. They probably tore up the house in anger. We suspect that if her husband was alive this morning he is not alive now. The only place they have left to look is to Camille’
Darby said, ‘I fear for her safety. The fingerprints we took are from killers. They are arrogant so finding them will not take long. We hope to find her ex husband before he is dead or at least before they get rid of the body. A murder conviction will keep them in jail.’
Darby and Wilson saw that Camille had not fully understood the peril she was in until that moment. She was shaking and had a tear sliding down a cheek.
‘Are you off the clock now?’
Darby looked at her watch and nodded yes.
‘Why don’t you take a shower and get comfortable. Camille, show her where everything is and help her. I am going to the computer and snoop around.’
Darby understood and took Camille’s hand and allowed her to lead her to the spare bedroom.
Two hours later he found that they had arrested one of the guys. He also noted that the ladies had not left the bedroom.
‘They likely will not be out until morning,’ he thought.
Wilson went to turn all the lights out and saw a black SUV coming slowly down his street.
He went to his bedroom and got his gun then opened the guest room door. Camille was sleeping as Darby caressed her. Both were nude.
‘Get your weapon, we are about to have company.’ he whispered to Darby.
Darby crawled out of bed leaving Camille asleep, got her weapon and followed him to the living room still naked.
‘Nice tits,’ he said.
She gave him a small smile and said, ‘Thanks’.’
They knelt behind the sofa and waited.
The door was kicked in and two guys hurried in.
‘Police officer put your weapons down!’ Darby hollered.
The two guys shot wildly and one was dead ten seconds later. The other was still conscious but would likely die that night.
Darby called it in and picked up their weapons. She returned to the bedroom and consoled the panic stricken Camille.
Wilson went to the one still alive.
‘How did you know we were coming?’ the guy asked.
‘Your friend is talking. He wants leniency. He claims he does not know where Randy is. If we don’t find him we will not be able to charge him with murder.’
The guy understood and gave me an address.
‘Randy told us his wife would have told her lawyer where she was. Elvin shot him then. He called us later and gave us the address and urged us to go through the plan. He was going to get rid of the body.’
Sirens were fast approaching.
Darby came out of the bedroom in full uniform and greeted the officers coming in.
Wilson told her where to find Randy and they called that in.
The guy that had talked to Wilson had lost consciousness by then.
Four hours later Wilson was at last alone in his house. The forensics team and the clean-up crew had gone.
He went to the spare bedroom and picked up a still nude Camille and took her to his bed. He took his clothes off and joined her.
Her panic had passed and she was on a mostly on an even keel.
Wilson said, ‘The guy they arrested is now talking. He is ratting out his bosses, the one’s that ordered them to get their money back.
You will probably be called in to testify that you have no idea if there ever was any money in the house. Give your old address and phone number but you will be here with me until your parole elapses. Then you will introduce me to your Mom and daughters.’
Camille hugged him with her whole body and gave him a long kiss. She felt his cock signal its want.
He continued, ‘Darby will be coming back tomorrow to officially ask me where you are. After she writes down my attempts to find you have not yielded results yet she will take off her uniform and try to get you to forget tonight. When she leaves I will do my best too.’
Camille began to caress his dick.
‘Start now,’ she said.
Except on the evenings when Darby spent the night she spent the two months sleeping in his bed. They made love several times and so did she and Darby. On a few occasions the women joined him in his bed.
He and Darby fucked.
‘Nice cock,’ she had said.
When her probation ended Wilson drove Camille and Darby to her mothers.
That was when they learned her first name was actually Sarah, which was what her mother called her. Camille ceased to exist that day.
Wilson and Darby stayed the weekend then left.
Darby came back to the coastal town a week later and applied for a job with the police department. She was hired immediately at a lower pay but as the second assistant chief.
She loved the job and the town, and Sarah lived there.
Sarah’s Mom and daughters sensed the love between her
and Darby and had absolutely no reservation about it.
The two moved in together into a townhouse in a nice neighborhood.
Sara bought a Laundromat nestled between the towns apartment complexes and after sprucing up the place she made a lot more out of it than she had as an escort.
Wilson gave himself three day weekends every six weeks or so and came to see them.
Or rather, came to see Sarah’s mother Cynthia. They went out on dates and he took her to Playa del Carmen for a week.
Cynthia liked to fuck.
He retired to Felicity two weeks after returning from Playa and moved in with Cynthia. Sara’s girls had gone on to college.
No one questioned Sarah’s background although many of the most important people in town including the police chief knew.
That became important after they met some aliens and moved when the town did.
All lived happily ever after.
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