Tina's Story Chapter 56 I've Been to Paradise
Tina's Story Chapter 56 I've Been to Paradise.
Colleen and Lydia are in the basement laundry room doing wash. They've been down there about an hour, doing clothes and talking. Colleen wears a white dress, her pregnant belly just beginning to show; Lydia wears jeans and a heather purple sweater, which strains to contain her very pregnant figure. They are folding sheets, Lydia's striped cotton ones, and Colleen's striped leopard print silk ones, when conversation turns to pregnancy......
"You excited that you're almost due?" Colleen inquires.
"Yeah. I guess, kinda."
"That hardly sounds like happiness." Colleen observes.
The two start walking the stairs up to the apartment. They make it to Colleen's penthouse before Lydia replies
"I'm happy and all" she pauses "'Cause I'm with you and Sean. Still....."
Colleen looks at the Afghan
"Still?"
Lydia pours a cup of coffee from a pot on the stove. She holds up the pot, and Colleen nods. She pours a second cup, and the two sit down at the kitchen table. Finally, Lydia speaks.
"It's just ......I've been married sooooo long. I was just beginning to enjoy a new life- being free!....then I get pregnant again."
"But, we're a family..."
Lydia looks down.
"You can't understand. You've had this great life. What have I had?"
Colleen looks up.
"Is that what you think?
Lydia looks back at Colleen, but says nothing. Their eyes meet.
"Perhaps it's time I told you about what you've been missing...."
Colleen gets up, and sensing a long talk, tops off her cup. She sits back down, and locks her eyes with Lydia.
"You really want to know? Well, let me tell you..."Colleen drew a long breath, than began.
"When Sean left, I thought my life was over. Everything...EVERYTHING....I'd ever hoped for in my young life was gone. I was crushed, humiliated. All I could think was to get away. Well, I knew some people who had connections in Hollywood. One cold Saturday night I left Virginia, never to return. The train got me to L.A. a few days later. When I arrived, all I had was a suitcase, a few bucks, and a name. I checked into the 'Y', and called the number I'd been given. To my surprise, I got an interview. Can you imagine? Right off the turnip truck, and I'm talking to this Hollywood producer!"
Colleen paused, perhaps hoping that Lydia would ask her to stop. But Lydia sat silent, transfixed. So she continued....
"I got dressed up in my best outfit, and I take a cab over to this guy's office. The interview begins normal enough, then I look at this guy. His hands moving like crazy under the desk!"
"Oh, wow!" was all Lydia could muster. "What did you do? Walk out?"
Colleen shakes her head.
"I walk over, behind his desk, and I undo his pants....."
"You TOUCHED him?"
"I sucked his cock. I got a job. But, I surprised him; I was actually a good secretary, and a good organizer. When I turned out to be more that window dressing, I actually got some responsibility."
"So, you got this great job from giving head in an interview?"
"Oh, THAT was just the beginning. I got the studio job, but that was just my day gig. At that time, anthros were 'hot' in Hollywood. I'd work for the producer by day, and I'd arrange parties by night...."
"Parties?" Lydia asked, with big eyes.....
"Parties. I was, I guess you could say, the 'guest of honor'."
"You were a...a...whore?"
Colleen sipped her coffee.
"Whore is such an ugly word. I had sex, with people who wanted it. They enjoyed it. I often enjoyed it, and it was good money. And it allowed me to....expand my 'circle of friends'."
Lydia's eyes were now huge.
"You mean like, celebrities?'
"I guess you could call them that. They were just...people. Some were musicians, some actors. There were authors, TV people, studio execs, God, there were so many.....Anyway, I provided a service. A service that had created more demand than I could supply. I still worked my day job. It allowed me....legitimacy. I had friends, and increasingly, I had them doing parties. Soon, I was pretty much out of doing parties. My girls took care of that. I liked that much better. Still, I had a few people....the people who were the connections. I needed to stay connected to them. So that continued. "
Colleen got up, and paced the kitchen. She sipped coffee and paced. Lydia just watched, not saying a word, waiting for her to continue. Unable to deal with the suspense, Lydia spoke.
"You...were...a....MADAM?!"
Colleen shook her head
"That's so tawdry. I ran....an employment agency. For escorts. For specialty entertainment."
"Bbbbbut, what happened?"
Colleen walked to the other end of the kitchen, and looked out the window.
"I made a LOT of money, for a long time...."
"But what happened?" Lydia stammered
"I saw the handwriting on the wall. I was good, because I was disciplined. No booze. No drugs. And ABSOLUTE confidentiality. But when you have 'contractors, it's hard to maintain standards. I could see that it would not end well."
"So?"
"So, I got out. Quit. Cold turkey. Well, almost. Damn, I'd kill for a smoke!"
Colleen paced the kitchen, waving her hand, as if she were holding a cigarette.
"I came East. There was enough money to live well. I got a legit job, as a clerk at the DMV, so, you know, there were no questions about how I supported myself. "
"And I kept a few good clients...."
Lydia sat there, her mouth slightly open, her hands resting on her pregnant belly.
"Who were these 'good' clients?"
"They weren't the most famous, or the best looking. They were rich, and they had 'special' needs......"
"L..L...L..Like?
"Oh, watersports. Scat. Adult babies. Some like to watch ...and they all like to fuck doggies...."
Lydia had a sick feeling in her stomach.
"Do you.....still have 'special' clients?"
She looked away, fearing the answer. Colleen shook her head.
"I was down to one. I had him.....until not so long ago, until....something happened."
Lydia looked over. Colleen was weeping. Instantly, she was feeling sadness for her friend. But, there was still....curiosity. Putting her arm around Colleen's shoulder, she asked...
"What happened?"
Colleen waited a long time. Finally, she responded to Lydia's question.
"This guy I trusted....we never even had intercourse!....raped me. In my tail hole. While I was....sick."
Colleen suddenly jumped up, and ran to the bathroom. Lydia could tell that Colleen was vomiting, over and over again. When the sound subsided, Lydia came in. Colleen was sprawled on the bathroom floor, head in the toilet, totally spent. Lydia pulled her long red hair back, and gently helped her up. She cleaned Colleen's face, just as she had done for her own children. Then she dressed her for bed. When Lydia lay Colleen down, she turned to leave. But, as she turned, Colleen grabbed her arm. Instinctivly, Lydia sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry" she said "I'm sorry I brought it up."
Colleen, now fully awake looked up.
"I never meant for anyone to hear that. But, I couldn't let you spend your life thinking....thinking that there was this 'wonderful' thing you missed. I am SO thrilled I'm having a baby!"
"I know" Lydia replied softly
"You don't understand, though. I was never supposed to."
Lydia just looked at her.
"I tried to be safe...but there were times....things....there was this....infection. I didn't know I had it...until...well, until it was pretty advanced. But, I told myself that it didn't matter. I couldn't be a mother...I wasn't fit! So, it was better this way.
Colleen tried to go on, but she couldn't. She buried her face in the pillow and wept. Silently, Lydia undressed, and climbed in bed with her. Lydia held her very close, until Colleen ran out of tears.