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Carol stepped into her room, the bed was made up, but little else had changed. And so she was sure Ray had not come back during the day. She entered the bathroom and studied herself in the mirror. Her clothes were covered in dust from the desert, and she looked battered and worn. She stripped and got in the shower, scrubbing herself clean, then rechecked her body and saw that apart from her puffy, abused fanny, there was little sign of the rough sex she had endured that afternoon.She pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt and set a jacket aside for the bus trip to LA. Then sat on the bed, copied all the DJ photos from her phone, and emailed them to herself before deleting them.She had two email addresses, one that she used all the time and another that used her maiden name. It was an old address that she didn’t use nowadays, but she had never deleted it; as the few times she did check it, there would be an email from some old contact. It was this second email address that she had given to DJ, and it was the one to which she had just sent all the photos.That done, she started packing both her and Ray’s suitcases. By 4:15, the bulk of the packing done, Ray arrived back to the room.”Christ, I’m tired. You look good and fresh. Have you finished packing?””Not quite. I haven’t done all of yours as I didn’t know what you wanted to wear.”Ray came over and kissed her. She couldn’t help but turn her head to the side; she was so guilty. He picked out some casual clothes and headed for the shower. Calling out to ask her to finish packing for him.Showered and dressed, Ray lay on the bed and motioned Carol to come and have a cuddle. But she made an excuse that she had more to do and told him to shut his eyes for half an hour and that she would wake him if he fell asleep.She had realised she had forgotten to put concealer on her neck to cover the hickies Kurt had given her. So when Ray lay back and closed his eyes, she ducked into the bathroom and applied the concealer. Carol was pleased to see that the bruise-like mark was already fading. In a couple more days, she may be able to relax a little.Carol came out of the bathroom and saw that Ray had relaxed and slowed his breathing. When it was time to head down and check out, she had to rouse him from his slumber.Downstairs, Ray took their passports and joined the line to check out. Carol stayed with the bags and, leaning against the wall, pondered what she should tell Ray. She became aware of a presence alongside her and jumped when a woman spoke in her ear.”High, I’m Barbara, Ed’s wife; we met two nights ago but never spoke to one another.”Carol looked at the woman, her mind still half focussed on her infidelity and what to do about it, when it came to her that Barbara was the England CEO’s wife. She awkwardly stammered out a hello.”Sorry, I was miles away. But, yes, I wasn’t in a good state of mind at the dinner the other night; I never really found a moment to say much to anyone.””I can see you have a lot on your mind. Do you want to talk about it? Having an affair can be so taxing.”Carol wasn’t sure she had heard correctly. Her stomach did twenty summersaults, and her mind floundered about, searching for a suitable response. She snapped her head up to look at the woman’s expression and was slightly relieved to see no malice, just a friendly, sympathetic smile.”Don’t panic. I’m only offering you an ear to unburden yourself. I don’t want you to make any mistakes.”Carol’s first instinct was to deny it, but the knowing look Barbara gave her told her she was well and truly caught. “How do you know? Is it that obvious just by looking at me?”Barbara laughed, “No. I’m not clairvoyant or anything. I was in the Spa a couple of hours ago and saw you get out of a large dark vehicle and kiss a very handsome dark man. The kiss was not one that you give a casual driver. It was very passionate.””Oh, God! Please don’t tell your husband.””I have no intention of telling Ed or anyone else, but I think you are pondering if you should tell Ray about your affair. That would be a huge mistake. So again, I’d like to talk with you and offer advice. That is if you would like it, as I have been in similar situations myself and know many of the pitfalls.”Carol looked over to where Ray was. And saw that he was now only one place back in the checkout line. “Can I sit by you and talk on the bus?””No, I’ve been on a couple of these trips. Everyone is tired and will spread out to all the empty seats to sleep. So there will be nowhere private. Two questions; Is this your first affair?””Yes, I have been absolutely faithful. Never ever thought I would commit adultery.””I thought so. Observing you at dinner the other night, I formed the opinion that you were a good faithful wife. Okay, have you stayed in the hotel Anadolu Yakası Escort in LA before?””No, it’s my first time to the States with Ray.” As she said this, she studied Barbara for the first time. She decided the woman must have been stunning in her day, as she was a very handsome woman now and had to be in her early sixties.Barbara continued, “Well, there is a pool bar at the hotel. I’ll meet you there at 10:00 tomorrow morning. Please don’t say anything to Ray tonight or before he heads off to his meetings tomorrow. Think about how his knowing about today would shape his life and yours. Do you have children?” Seeing Carol nod her head and mouth ‘two’, Barbara continued, “Well, that makes it even more important that you keep your affair to yourself. I’ll see you in the morning.” And she wandered away to stand by her husband, Ed.Ray walked over, “All checked out. We have time for a coffee if you want.” And he picked up their bags and set off for the coffee shop, where they joined some other delegates to wait for the bus.The bus was a fifty-two seater, and as there were only twenty-seven senior managers and six wives on board, everyone immediately spread out, trying to claim the spare seats. Ray threw his briefcase on the seat behind them but sat next to Carol.Ray looking quite concerned, asked, “What did you do today, dear? You seem a little out of sorts and distracted since I’ve gotten back.””I’m alright, just one of my heavy periods coming on, I think; my stomach is cramping up.””Bugger, I was looking forward to some fun and games. I’ll just have to meet with Mrs Palmer and her daughters for the next few days.”Carol told him about her trip to the Grand Canyon. And that she had gone with the husband of the couple that she had gone dancing with the night before. She mentioned that she had met Tracy and Russell on the flight and that Tracy had made some lewd comments.”I remember them. At the last party, we were at, Tracy tried to talk me into having a foursome. Said her husband fancied you. They’re swingers, you know?””You didn’t tell me that.””Didn’t want to upset you, and I knew you would never go for that, so I didn’t bother telling you.””Well, I should mention to you that the guy I went with was black, and Tracy made it pretty plain she fancied him, and I think she may have slipped him her phone number.”Ray asked her how she had met a black couple and when she had found out she was going to the Grand Canyon. Carol kept her explanations as close to the truth as possible, only bending the facts when she had to.”Anyway, be prepared. Tracy is likely to bait you next time we meet them about my having a black lover. She certainly gave me hell when she saw us.””As if! Christ, I wouldn’t believe that if she told me she watched you with him. I know you would never play around.”Ray rose then, stretched out on the seat behind, and soon was lightly snoring away, leaving Carol feeling pretty rotten about what she had done.——The following day Ray left the room for his meetings at around 8:00 am. Carol didn’t rise until almost 9:00 and wandered down to breakfast. She saw Barbara exiting the lift, so she waited for her, and they got a table together,Barbara asked if she had weathered the night without letting any secrets slip. And Carol told her what she had disclosed. But couldn’t say much more as they were joined by two of the other wives. But Barbara did mention she had flown over the Grand Canyon on one visit.Then whispered, “I don’t think it would have been as interesting a trip as yours, though. I can’t wait to hear about it.”After breakfast, they both went back to their rooms to get changed for the pool, and just before 10:00, they seated themselves at a table by the pool bar.They each ordered a Pina Colada, and while waiting for it, she asked Barbara about Ray playing up at the final dinner. Carol explained that when she got home that night, he had been as drunk as she had ever seen him and told her he had been kissing another woman.”I subtly quizzed him about it yesterday, but he acted as if he did not know what I was talking about.””Ah, men, They are quite useless, aren’t they? He did kiss one of the show models, but it went no further than that. Is that all you need to know?””No. I’d like to know how Ray came to be kissing her. And also, why he got so drunk. I caught him cheating a couple of years ago, and he promised he would never cheat again. That’s why I was upset at dinner the other night, as he wouldn’t take me to that dinner, and I knew all those models would be there. So when your husband told me you were going, I got pretty pissed.”Barbara hesitated, then said, “Is this you’re trying to find dirt on him so you can feel good about yourself, or do you want to Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan sort it with him so you can make sure it is not a threat to your marriage?””I don’t know. Maybe! But I need to know either way. It was partly me being upset with Ray that put me in the situation I got in.””Okay, first, you have to understand who the trade show models are. So sit back and relax. It’s going to be a long story.”Barbara paused, trying to sort her thoughts in order.”Ed has been bringing me to the trade shows both here in Vegas and the alternate one in Orlando for about ten years now. And over time, I have developed an almost morbid fascination with the show models. They are hired to look pretty and pull male clients onto the stand. Almost every stand will have one or two in some instances. But the money they earn working on the stand is a pittance to what they can earn on their backs at night. So many of them are actually up-market hookers.”Carol butted in and said she had heard Ray telling some mates about the show models two years before. And that they charged about $5000 for a bonk.”Yes, well, on the final night, they try and get a lot more than that. Over the length of the show, they try and groom clients. They may be visitors or the stand staff. But the good money is with nailing the big bosses. And it has become a tradition that this happens at the final dinner, where people get drunk and let their hair down. They aim to get at least one punter to cough up a big sum.””But how does that relate to Ray? He’s not one of the wealthy managers; that would be Bob or Geoffrey on our stand.”Barbara continued, “I pop into the show every day for an hour or so. I delight in watching them work. The model with her eye on Ray was extremely attractive and in her late teens. She had been flirting with him all week. I think she genuinely fancied him. He had bargained her down nearly $3,000 but couldn’t get her down to anywhere near the amount he wanted.Carol let out a small gasp and muttered, “The bastard.”Barbara put her hand on Carol’s arm, “Look, he may have been serious, but I think he was just playing with her, seeing how low he could bargain her down.”Anyway, last night she was all over him, but being the final night, she wanted $8,000. Ray was sitting with Ed and me, and the model turned up the heat. She sat in his lap, wriggling her butt around and kissing him. I heard her saying she had an offer from an Asian guy on the stand next to ours for $10,000, and there was no way she was dropping below eight. Well, after about an hour, she got angry with Ray and took off to another table to sit on some little Asia guy’s lap.And soon they up and left the room. Ray was pissed and started drinking heavily.””So he got plastered because he didn’t make out, The rotten bastard.””Pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?””Yes, I suppose so. Why do you have a thing about watching the show models.””I suppose If I’m to get you to open up, I guess I need to tell you a bit about myself, and then maybe you will open up with me, as I’m incredibly intrigued by how you managed to fuck a black man.Opening up about my own life will be something new for me. I have never opened up and talked about my past with anyone. So all we discuss here today is to be kept between us. Okay?””Yes, I can keep a secret.””Okay, here goes. I was a hooker myself for four years. So watching these girls work intrigues me.”Carol almost dropped her drink. She would have been less surprised if Barbara had said the Queen was her cousin. After all, she did look aristocratic. She squeaked out, “How?”Barbara again said it was a long story and started talking.”I grew up in a coal village in Wales. My father was in a senior management position. By the time I reached my teens, he had already worked his way up from cleaning up the coal dregs in the earth’s bowels. He didn’t want his kids to have anything to do with the mines and spent every working hour saving his earnings so he could send us all to University. My two brothers had all but finished their degrees by the time I was sixteen. Then calamity hit. The mines closed, with little prospect of him ever getting employment again. He did get a redundancy payment, but that was never going to last until he was sixty-five and could go on a pension. And so it looked like I was destined to become a shop assistant.”Barbara took a sip of her drink and then continued. “I worked my butt off and landed a half scholarship at University College London. But I still needed to find an extra couple of thousand pounds, plus money for board and keep. So my prospects were looking pretty gloomy. One day my father came home, took me aside and told me he had approached the guy that owned the Escort Anadolu Yakası mine and asked him for a loan to send me to UCL and that I had an appointment to see the guy the next day.”So 11:00 the following day saw me waiting at the bus stop, ready to travel into the city for a lunchtime meeting. I couldn’t understand why my father was crying when I had left and had told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want and that he would find another way. However, I was soon to understand. When I caught that bus that morning, I was a seventeen-year-old virgin; four hours later, when I returned home, my virginity was well gone. But I did have the promise of free board in London and a cheque for the remaining university fees.Charles was the pit owner’s name. He owned a two-bedroom apartment in Camden Town, Primrose Hill, to be exact. He only used the apartment three or four times a year when he came to London to sort the accounts and his taxes. The apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from UCL, so it was ideal for me. I was under no illusions about his future visits to London and was quite prepared to succumb to his attentions to keep the arrangement going. To survive, I took a job at a local bookstore, but the money was not good, so I was going hungry most weeks. I had dates with guys I met at Uni, hoping they would buy me a meal, but many were just as hard up as I was.”Barbara paused, but Carol waved at her to continue, fascinated as to where this was leading.”On his first visit, I told Charles I was struggling and asked for more money. But the bastard had gotten a bit tight now he had taken my virginity. So I only managed to wrangle $50.00 from him for a night of sex. It was enough to keep me for the following month or so, though. On Charles’s second visit, about six months after I arrived in London, he brought a friend. They wanted a threesome, something I was not at all keen about; I mean, we are talking about two old buggars. Charles had to be seventy, and this new admirer was Charles’ banker, a Jew called Levi. He was about sixty and as ugly as sin.I held out until the money they were offering became impossible to refuse. And so started my demise into the oldest profession.”Carol gasped out, “God, that must have been horrible.””No, once the lights were out, I just closed my eyes, decided to grin, bear it, and thought about all the money. But as the night wore on, I started to enjoy it. Levi turned out to be an incredible lover, bloody kinky, but he got me off every time he fucked me. For the next few months, Levi came around weekly and paid me two hundred pounds a pop. Put that in perspective; the average wage was around twelve pounds a week at the time. So I was suddenly able to buy clothes and eat well.”Then one night, Levi turned up with a business acquaintance and tried to negotiate with me for another threesome. I asked for five hundred pounds for the night; they didn’t even blink. I wished I had asked double that amount.”The guy Levi had with him was half his age and must have fucked me six times and in every position and hole, you could imagine. Levi himself took me several times. The next day I could hardly walk, but fuck was I satisfied, especially when I walked to the bank and deposited my ill-earned gains. My reputation must have passed quickly around the banking fraternity, as I slept with two or three clients every week for the next three and a half years. One night Levi brought me to an Arab prince to service; he paid two thousand pounds for the night.””Does your husband know?” Carol asked.”He knows my background and that I turned tricks to pay my way through college. But we have never discussed it, so he knows none of the details I have shared with you.””Did you see Levi or his colleagues after you had earned your degree?””I’ve never turned a trick since I graduated. But I did bump into a couple of my clients through my work.As an aside, a couple of days after graduating, I called Charles and negotiated the purchase of the apartment. Of course, he didn’t want to sell, but early in my second year of Varsity, I had a hidden camera installed in my bedroom. Not for blackmail purposes but to satisfy my voyeuristic desires. During the meeting with Charles, I dropped a couple of photos of us together and said he could have both negatives and all images I possessed, but in return, I wanted to purchase the apartment. He didn’t put up much of a fight about selling to me. But he was a hard bastard when it came to the price. I had to pay close to market value; it was the best deal I ever made, though. I still own the apartment today, and it is valued in the millions. So if you and Ray ever get to visit the UK, just ask, and you are free to use it. A couple of joint venture owners have used it on their visits.”Carol laughed, “Is the camera still operating? I wouldn’t be very comfortable staying there knowing you were taking photos or video.””Ha! You have a quick mind. Yes, there are now several video cameras installed. But that old camera is long gone. I would show you where they are and how to turn them on and off if you wanted?”
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