“Who’s Miranda?” Tony wondered, vaguely remembering one of Cassie’s friends from high school who might have gone by that name. “Was she that girl you used to hang out with who wore the glasses and was a really shitty driver?”
“No,” Cassie said. “That was Stacey.”
“Ahh, okay,” Tony said. “No then, I didn’t finger Miranda. I did let Stacey blow me though.”
“You did what????” Cassie said, taken aback.
“Yeah, she hit your mom’s mail box when she left your house that day you guys had that fourth of July cookout,” Tony recounted. “I don’t remember when but I saw her do it and she offered to blow me to keep quiet. She wasn’t very good but I wasn’t gonna say no.”
“You’re so gross,” Cassie replied.
“Oh please,” Tony laughed, taking a sip of his drink. “Like you didn’t let Cameron eat you out senior year.”
“That’s different,” she said. “I did that because I was bored and I wanted to see what it was like. Besides, he wasn’t bad.” Cassie laughed again and took her shoes off for the second time since entering this hotel.
Was that a sign? He couldn’t tell. He decided to press his luck just a little.
“I tell you what,” Tony said. “You let me eat you out and I guarantee you won’t be bored.”
“Oh,” she replied. “Big talker. You kiss your wife with that mouth?”
“Not as often as I’d like,” he said. “Or, more specifically, not where I’d like that often.”
There it was. Back to his sex life. Cassie could tell it was a touchy subject but it was the one that caused this whole situation to start in the first place.
“How often do you two mess around?” she asked. “I mean, you’ve still got to be doing it once or twice a week right?”
“Ha,” Tony replied. “I wish. More like once every month or two if I’m lucky.”
“Yikes,” she said.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “Don’t get married. Not if you like sex.”
Cassie had heard that line before. She never quite understood it.
“That’s bullshit,” she said. “If you wanted to fuck more, you could just tell her.”
“That’s not how marriage works,” Tony replied. “You get busy with work, you get busy with cleaning your house, you get busy with all the bullshit and before you know it, one week becomes two and two becomes three. It’s no one’s fault. It just is what it is.”
“And you thought hiring a hooker would solve that?” Cassie said, looking toward the ground as if she had accidentally demeaned herself without meaning to.
“An escort, thank you very much,” Tony corrected her. “And, yeah, I did.”
Cassie stared at her soda can and used her index finger to lightly pull the tab up and then back down. She didn’t open it. She just played with the tab, nervously.
“I just wanted to get laid, consequence free,” he said. “I figured if I got some pussy, it would relax me and I could just go about my regular life. It was either that or jack it in the bathroom for the 300th time, hoping no one heard me.”
Cassie understood. A lot of her clients faced the same dilemma. Still, none of them had hired their cousin to erase their dry spell. She and Tony had been talking for a few minutes now. Was she really willing to go forward with this arrangement? She was starting to think so.