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She couldn’t help it when a giggle
erupted at the idea.
    The ad said their employees were skilled in massage as well,
and she liked the idea of that. Sensual massage. She wondered what exactly that
would entail and was rather excited by the idea of finding out.
    Looking down at the card, she called the number.
    “Fantasy Escorts,” a sexy female voice answered. “How may we
help you?”
     

CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
     
    Helen made an appointment for the next afternoon and, with
shaking hands, ended the call and set the phone on the table. In the morning
she would go shopping for an appropriate dress for her adventurous evening.
She’d forgotten about looking for a dress online, because Sarah had called
about a problem with her laptop going all crazy. In ordering her a new laptop,
Helen had completely forgotten about looking for a dress and didn’t think about
it again until she was packing her overnight bag for Vegas.
    Nervous energy kept Helen from sleeping soundly after she’d
made the call to the escort service. That, and being in a strange place kept
her wide awake. She rose and paced the floor, feeling like she was wound
tighter than a watch spring and needed relief.
    She kept seeing him in front of her. His eyes on her
naked body, watching her, his hands reaching out to touch her. Her nipples
tightened painfully at the thought of those dark hands on her flesh. Touching,
caressing, teasing. Helen brushed her hands across her breasts and inhaled
sharply at the zip of pleasure-pain that screwed her nipples into tight
sensitive buds.
    She was fixated on a man who got paid to please women. She
was turned on by watching him with another woman on the dance floor. The
powerful feelings he instilled inside her scared her.
    Would she pay to have sex with him? Was she that desperate?
    But somehow desperation didn’t seem to enter into the
equation. She wanted him. What type of services did he really provide? Prostitution
was illegal in Las Vegas, but what about outside the city limits? Helen knew
just a step away she could legally have what she seemed to yearn for—a man’s
cock filling her.
    She pressed a hand to her pussy. The need was so intense.
Helen had to get some relief or she’d be all over him in a minute, begging for
it.
    After slipping off the robe and her nightgown, she climbed
onto the bed. Reaching up, she again cupped her full breasts. For an old broad
she wasn’t in such bad shape. She’d always exercised, kept herself toned. She
participated in the local marathon to raise funds in support of breast cancer
every year. Was it so wrong to want a little carnal pleasure for herself?
    She rolled the nipples between her fingertips, causing sharp
spasms of painful pleasure to rock through her. For too many years she’d gone
without. After being burned by Allen and his infidelities, she’d shied from any
kind of intimate commitment with anyone else. Trust didn’t come that easily for
her.
    Why now? Why did she need this right this minute? What had
changed so drastically in her life to drive her to hire an escort? It felt like
emotions were shifting inside her. She had come to a point where she needed to
re-evaluate her life.
    She slid her hands down over her ribs to her abdomen. She
feathered her fingers along her engorged lips encountering wetness, evidence of
her arousal, and she sucked in a breath.
    It didn’t make sense, yet she had felt a wild rebellion
building inside her for some time. She fought against acknowledging it—so hard.
There were times when she stood in her office ready to scream. I want out of
this life . I want more.
    Helen slid two of her fingers inside her vagina, through the
liquid heat instilled by passionate fantasy, and she gasped at the keen, almost
painful sensation. She circled her thumb over her engorged clitoris.
    If Helen were honest with herself, she had enjoyed the
encounter, both in the dining room and in the bar. She’d liked watching him
with the woman. She’d