Lustful Memoirs
By: Gina - gina@basic-nstynct.com
Chapter Twenty FourI anxiously awaited my time with Justin that Monday night, more so then I have anticipated working, ever. I couldn’t wait to see him, not to perform the acts that he desired, but to talk to him. In the back of my mind I held this fear that the night would not be a good opportunity to talk to Justin about what I had in mind, mixing business with personal affairs was never my intention. But being wrapped up in their atmosphere, it was a necessary part of life. I watched the clock with silent impatience, and sometimes not so silent impatience as sighs would escape my lips as the hands on the clock seemed to never move. I was to meet Justin in his room at eight. At 7:30, I could no longer wait. There wasn’t anything wrong with being early, I rationalized, knowing full well that when Justin said eight, he meant eight. I only hoped that he wouldn’t be too upset by the early visit. I decided I would take a short walk, taking the long way to Justin’s room, to further waste time before I was to meet him.
I knocked on Justin’s door at 7:35, the walk not lasting as long as I had anticipated. There was no answer. Disappointment traveled through every part of my being. The one night I was actually anxious to see Justin, he would be late. I sat down on the chair outside of his room, and began what seemed a never ending wait. I casually flipped through the magazines that Johnny, or one of Johnny’s staff, had arranged on the small table between the two overstuffed chairs in the hallway.
At 7:55, Justin entered the hallway. I looked at him as he made his way toward me. The rays from the setting sun shown through the window on the far side of the hallway, casting Justin’s frame in silhouette. He wore a body hugging undershirt, loose, baggy shorts, and tennis shoes. In his hand he carried the shirt that had earlier covered the upper portion of his body. He stopped in front of me.
"Blake, am I late?" He questioned, his tone and mannerism unreadable.
"No, I’m early." I stated, then realized how absolutely mortifying that sounded.
Justin didn’t miss a beat and quickly responded to the unintentional innuendo. "Anxious, are you?" He said, his tone jovial and a smile breaking out over his face. I was under the impression that he was in a good mood.
"Justin, I was hoping that you and I could talk tonight, either before or after." I let the sentence trail off, assured that he would know before or after what.
"Wait one minute Blake." As he began to talk, a sense of dread came over me. I was sure that he was going to read me the riot act, but as he continued his tone was still joking and the smile didn’t waiver. "Let me get this straight, because I’m not sure I understand. Someone pays you a lot of money to sleep with me, which should be payment enough, but anyway, and you want to talk? Man, if I wanted to talk to a girl, I would get myself a girlfriend."
On a normal night, I would have taken offense to his comment, but as I looked at him, his words trailed off with a laugh and a slight crimson color shown on his face, indicating that he wasn’t at all what he tried to portray himself as. I was coming to know the enigma that was Justin, and with that knowledge and his laugh, I knew that he meant no harm by his words. He was only kidding. I felt comfortable with carrying on the joke.
"Yes, that’s right. You understand, but you also know that I am more then worth the money and the words." I replied, feeling relieved that he was in an approachable mood, and not one of the other moods that I had grown to hate. I liked him when he let his guard down and was friendly.
"I can’t disagree with that." Justin replied. "Let’s get started, we have a lot to do."
He opened the door to his room, I followed him in, remembering the first time I had entered. It had been a week prior. I shook my head, had it really only been a week?
"Make yourself comfortable, Blake, and then we can talk. I just have to jump in the shower real quick."
"Do you want me to join you?" I questioned.
He looked at me, a smile forming at his lips.
"No, let’s talk and then we can see what happens from there."
As he left the room to take his shower, I could not believe that the man that stood before me now was the same as the one that I had met, yes, only a short week before. He had changed, and so had I. His shower took exactly ten minutes. As he emerged from the bathroom, his body was covered only in a soft terry cloth robe. I sat in the chair nestled by the window and observed him. There was no doubt that he was handsome, and at that moment I had no doubt that he was a nice, caring guy too, even if he did sometimes act like, as he called himself, "a prick."
He retrieved casual, comfortable clothes from his closet, all adorned in one name brand or another, and pulled them on. He invited me to join him on his balcony.
"I’m not sure Justin, maybe we should talk in private." I stated.
"It is private, Blake, there isn’t anyone here."
We made our way to the balcony and settled into the cozy chairs set there. At first we sat in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I began to wonder if I was about to make a mistake by confiding in him. I pushed the thoughts aside as he opened his mouth to talk.
"What did you want to talk about Blake?" He said and then quickly added, "I already know what you want to talk about. But I don’t think I have anymore answers then you do. There is something bothering him, something tragic, something overwhelming, but there hasn’t been anything that I could do to help him, and I doubt you will be able to either. He’s been lost to us for months, and there isn’t any way to reach him. It’s sad, it breaks my heart. The pain I see in his eyes every time I look at him makes me want to cry. But, I have grown frustrated. I have tried to talk to him, but to no avail. I have tried to get others to talk to him, and have failed again. There just isn’t anything that will pull him out of this, and as I sit here right now, I feel the tears welling up in my eyes, as I have decided that this can no longer be my problem. He will have to figure this out on his own. I feel as though I’m deserting him, but I cannot allow him to pull me into his own personal hell anymore. He doesn’t want mine, or anyone else’s help, so I have given up."
I saw the changes of emotion he was going through as he spoke, despair, concern, anger, frustration, they were all there etched on his face as the words left his mouth. I didn’t know how to respond. He had given up and he knew JC much better then I ever could, how was I going to help.
"Justin, I know that you have given up, but I need your help and I have an idea."
He looked at me with interest and intrigue, the determination to help his friend glowing through his deep blue eyes. His concern for JC made me cry. I only wished that I could have a friendship with someone like the one these two obviously shared. We continued to talk for two more hours, outlining our plan. As we went through it again, we both were satisfied that it would work. I glanced at my watch. It was getting late, and I still hadn’t done what I was hired to do that night.
I looked at Justin, fatigue etched on his face.
"Do you want to go inside?" I asked, hopeful that the rest of our time together that night would be quick, I was exhausted and wanted to sleep.
"Thank you, Blake," Justin began, much to my surprise. "I appreciate your wanting to help him, and if we both do what we said we would, he should be on his way to recovery in no time. Even though you still don’t know the full story, you don’t need to worry about that. Your plan is solid even without that information." He stopped talking and looked at me.
"Blake, I can see you are tired. I am tired too, our conversation was exhausting. I’m going to go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow."
"But Justin," I began, but he cut me off, he could read on my face the words that were about to come from my mouth.
"Blake, what we did tonight was far better then anything we could have done in bed. If your plan works, which I think that it will, I will have my best friend back. There is more satisfaction in knowing that, then there ever could be in orgasm. Good night and again, thank you."
I was stunned by his words, and sure if I opened my mouth I would cry. I let him lead me back into his room, where we shared a tender hug and a whispered good night. Then I left, closing the door tightly behind me.
I walked toward my room, assured that he and I had determined a way to help our friend. There was no more doubt inside of me these were not clients, these were my friends, whom I happened to work for, the same as Johnny did. But I was sure, that they enjoyed my services much more then Johnny’s.
I entered my room, and collapsed on the bed.. My mind racing but tired. Wishing that I didn’t have to move, but knowing that I needed to take a shower and change my clothes, I reluctantly rose from the bed and went into my bathroom. I turned on the water, watching as the steam filled the room. I quickly discarded my clothes and entered the shower. Thirty minutes later, I was securely wrapped in the sheets that covered my bed, quietly going to sleep. Suddenly, I heard a noise, I turned to see what had caused it. The light from the hallway illuminated my room as I realized that the noise was someone opening the door. I quickly sat up in bed, pulling the sheets over my nude frame. I glanced at the person before me, and invited him into my bed.