Call Me 


Gabe picked up on the third ring, his deep voice gravelly from
his cigarette. "Hello?"

He heard nothing and opened his mouth to repeat himself when this
breathless voice eased onto the line. "Is this Gabe? Um, I got
your number yesterday. You gave me a card."

"Oh yes, you're...Anne, right?" he answered, pulling a messege
pad and pen towards himself. "Brunette with curly hair and
glasses? About 5'5" or so, yeah?"

"You do remember me," she cried happily. Gabe pictured her
grinning and bouncing on her toes. "I wasn't sure if you would. I
know you're real busy."

"I never forget one of my ladies," he purred into the receiver
and listened to her little sigh. He jotted down some notes: Anne,
brunette, glasses, tall-short, likes complements. "What can I do
for you, Anne?" He shifted the pen to his last two fingers so he
could pick up his smoke and take a drag.

"Well, I've got extra money rattling around and I decided to,
hmm, spoil myself with someone of your...expertise?" Her breathy
voice hit him right in the libido. His cock pushed insistantly
against the zipped fly of his jeans. "How much do you charge for
one night, say?"

Exhaling a stream of gray smoke, he quickly tallied up an
evening's worth of dinner, entertainment and personal attention.
He cut the price in half based on his reaction to her voice and
gave her the quote. "A thousand for everything. Usually, it's a
meal and entertainment of some kind, then we go to a suite at a
hotel for the night. I'll take care of the reservations and
tickets, since that's what you're paying me for."

Anne sighed into the phone, tickling Gabe's hormones. "Wonderful.
The price is lower than I expected, but I tend to plan for the
worst." She stifled a giggle.

He dropped his cigarette into the green glass ashtray and wrote
down more to his list: great voice, wants the bang for her buck.
"I'll need to ask you some questions; just what you enjoy doing
for fun. Do you like going to see movies? Or plays?"

"I like movies," she began and he pictured her tilting her head
to one side and chewing on her bottom in thought. "For
our...date, I think I'd just enjoy taking a walk or a drive after
dinner. Some private time between us to relax, okay? Oh, and I
like eating Italian, but you probably figured that out already."
Gabe choked on some air, sort of shocked at what she's just told
him. It felt out of character from what he could gleen. "Are you
all right, Gabe? Did I say something wrong?"

"I-I'm fine," he coughed, covering the receiver with his free
hand until he got ahold of himself. "Excuse me, Anne, you caught
me off-guard there."

"You are Italian, right? I mean, I assumed since your card read
'Gabe Salvatore' that you were."

"When's a good night to pick you up?" he asked, grinning. He
shuffled papers on the table until he found his appointment
book.

"Is Sunday too soon?  Six-ish? There's nothing on to watch on tv
and Monday's a holiday."

Damn, two days away. Anne must need some action fast, he thought.
"I've got you down. Can I get your number?" She rattled the seven
digits off and he dutifully printed them down beside her name.
"Listen, I'm going to call up some places for reservations. When
I get one, I'll call you back and let you know how dressy to
dress. Will you be home or do you have a machine?"

"I'll be here all day and night, waiting for you, Gabe," she
replied.

"Naughty girl," he growled, his low tone making him sound
dangerous. "Don't you know it's bad to tease men like that?"

She answered in an innocent voice, "Oh, I didn't mean to get you
all riled up. That was bad of me."

"I bet," Gabe chuckled and heard her giggle, too. "You take care
and don't be such a tease." He waited for her giggle-laced
goodbye before hanging up. He finished his smoke and stubbed out
the butt with his thumb. He slouched down in a nearby chair and
opened his fly, hauling out his erection over his clothing.
Palming the thick shaft in his right hand, he gently stroked
himself for a minute before stopping and telling himself he
should save up for his newest client on Sunday.

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A few hours before he needed to leave for his date, Gabe reviewed
his overnight bag's contents: change of clothes, a dozen condoms,
massage oil, lubricant, toiletries, cigarettes and a lighter.
Everything fit in his business bag, which looked like a laptop
computer case. He hopped into the shower and cleaned himself
thoroughly. Afterwards, he wrapped a towel around his waist and
lathered up for a good blade shave to cut through his heavy
stubble. He shaved off his tiny soul patch, wincing when he
nicked his thick, lower lip. He wiped off the excess shaving gel
with a face cloth and pressed a clean spot against the tiny bit
of blood. Keeping it there for a minute, he removed it and
noticed the blood didn't pool onto the sliced skin.

He walked into his bedroom and tossed the wet towel on the floor.
He used the hair dryer to dry most off his body, since he was
practically 90% hair anyway. Gabe pondered Anne's reaction to his
hirstute body, then recalled her comment about Italians. When his
hair was dry, he swiped on some deodorant and drew on his boxer
briefs. He began to dress, slipping his crisp, white shirt over
his shoulders and buttoning the front closed. Next came his
slacks, socks and loafers, followed lastly by his dark blazer. He
clipped on his silver watch on his left hand and knotted a
paisley tie around his collar.

Gabe checked the time. Six on the dot; time to leave. He slid his
overnight back over one shoulder and lifted his Buick LeSabre
keys from the hook beside the door to his pocket. He saunted down
the hall to the connecting door of the garage, opened it and
headed for the parked, blue car. Tossing his bag in the backseat,
he slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. The door
opened automatically when he pressed the remote button and closed
after he backed clear of it.

The drive across town was strangely relaxing. He was keyed up,
looking foward to tonight. It had been months since his last
escort job, which had turned into a disaster from the start. Anne
felt like a no-strings-attached kind of woman, one who knew
hiring an escort for the night did not equate to hiring a gigolo
for life. He came out of his musings, searching for her duplex
number. Upon finding it, he pulled into the wide driveway and
parked his vehicle. He gave a cursory glance in the rearview
mirror and brushed back a few stray strands of black hair before
exiting and walking to the front door.

He knocked firmly on the white painted wood and waited. Seconds
later, the door opened and the lady he recalled giving his card
to motioned him inside. "I just need to put on my heels and we
can hit the road," she informed him as she slipped her stockinged
feet into a pair of tan pumps. Gabe stuffed his hands in his
trouser pockets while Anne secured her home. She clicked off a
lamp beside the sofa, grabbed her slim purse from an end table
and picked up an equally small overnight case. He immediately
removed it from her grasp with a slow smile and watched a tint of
red highlight her cheeks. "Thank you, Gabe. You're such a
sweetheart," she told him and leaned up, pressing her mouth to
his jaw. She paused in her kiss, trying descreetly to rub her
smooth cheek against his shaven one. When she pulled away, there
was a sparkle in her eyes that promised much.

"Shall we?" he asked and she nodded. Together, they locked her
door and got into the car. Gabe placed her bag next to his in the
back and drove to the restaurant. They were seated shortly after
their arrival and the waiter offered them menus and time to
decide.

Anne sighed and placed her menu aside, leaning slightly toward
her companion. "I don't know if I can eat anything, I'm so
nervous."

He looked her over, taking in the paleness of her complexion and
the tremor in her fingers as they toyed with a water glass.
"Would you rather eat something later?" She shot him a look of
heated desire, and even with his own dark features, he knew she
would see the blush on his face. "We could eat breakfast
instead," he said to her and reached for her hand. "It's no
trouble. Remember, Anne, this is about what *you* want."

"Yes," she replied swiftly and pulled her hand free. "Time's
a-wasting." He smiled at her anxious attitude, suddenly realizing
it reflected his own. He did not want to sit in some stuffy
restaurant, eating overpriced pasta when he could be dining out
on succulent, female flesh.

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Gabe slid the passkey through the coded lock and opened the hotel
room door. Ushering Anne before him, he carried both bags inside
and placed them on the floor beside the huge double bed. She's
immediately kicked off her heels, walking nearly barefoot toward
the bed while digging for something in her tiny pocketbook. He
removed his blazer, hanging it up in the closet and loosened his
tie as he kept an eye on his date. She found what she wanted - a
thin, hinged case. She popped it open, took off her glasses and
folded them safely inside. The case returned to her purse. "Do
you need some help?" she asked, waltzing over to him and playing
with the top buttons of his shirt. He noticed her hands didn't
shake as she rubbed his chest with her hot palm, slipping the
buttons free with her other hand. She sucked in a breath as she
exposed the thick fur covering his chest. "Oh my," she whispered
and combed her fingers into the silky lushness.

He let her continue to toy with his hair while he tugged his
shirttails free of his pants. The shirt gaped widely open, the
white cotton material the perfect backdrop for his olive skintone
and black hair. Anne pawed him at her leisure, mewing little
sounds of building lust as she stroked his body. Gabe wrapped his
hands around her hips and gradually lured her flush to him. He
petted her rounded asscheeks with his fingertips, using the
motions to hike her dress up her legs. When he'd reeled up all
the fabric, he held it bunched in his left fist while his delved
his right hand down the rear of her pantyhose. 

Flesh met his roaming fingers and he groaned. She looked up into
his face, finally realizing what he's been doing while she was
distracted. "Time for us to get undressed, Anne," he stated and
withdrew his hand from her hosiery, teasing a thumb along the
cleft of her cheeks. 

The reluctantly separated and began to take of their clothes.
Gabe went slowly, knowing Anne wanted to see everything he had to
offer. When he was clad only in his boxer briefs, he lowered them
gradually and showed this woman how ready he was to fuck her. His
cock was turgid, bouncing slightly when it became free of the
confining underwear. He reached down and cupped his balls, giving
them a massage before he moved to Anne. With her eyes glued on
his erection, she hurriedly undid her blouse, tossing it behind
her and unzipped her skirt, letting it pool at her feet. As she
slid the straps down her arms, he knelt down in front of her and
rolled her pantyhose down her thighs. The scent of her arousal
enveloped his senses and he made short work of her hose, tearing
the nylon easily away from her trembling body.

Her bush tickled his face when he kissed the pubic hairs. He
nudged her legs apart to accommodate his bulky, upper torso as he
used his thumbs to spread her plump cunt lips open. A trickle of
cream oozed over his fingers and he paused to lick it up before
slipping his tongue inside her pussy. She cried out when he
penetrated her core, her hand fisting in his thick hair. She
thrust her pelvis into his face and her lovely, feminine flower
spread itself in wide welcome.

The muscles of her thighs twitched as she bucked against him,
breathlessly pleading with him to lay on the bed. He pulled back,
whispering, "I like licking your cunt this way. You're easier to
hold open and allow me to really tongue fuck you." He teased her
dewdrop clit. "Besides, your clit loves to be seen. You do want
me to suck your clit, don't you, Anne?"

"Shit yeah," she moaned and bent her knees, holding her pussy
exposed to his gaze and touch. "Suck it, please, make me come."
Gabe went straight for the precious nub, grazing it with his
teeth before pursing his lips and suckling like a baby. He
focused his attention on that, restlessly fucking her gaping cunt
with a couple fingers for minutes until her copious juices flowed
down his chin and arm. 

As she grunted with another orgasm, he cautiously withdrew from
her pussy and pressed his slick, middle finger against her anus.
The tight muscle tensed briefly, then relaxed enough for him to
thrust inside. Her asshole was snug, but not virginal tight,
telling him she'd a thing for ass fucking and more than likely
with her vibrator. He finger fucked her butt while he licked her
sopping cunt clean of fluids. The tension left her and she became
limp with sexual exhaustion. He pulled out his finger and gave
her sweet clit a parting kiss. He guided her to the bed and left
her lying there while he washed his hands and face in the
bathroom.

Gabe returned to find Anne kneeling on the bed, her cute ass
wiggling at him invitingly. He grinned and rummaged in his bag
for the condoms and lubricant. When his weight tipped the
mattress, she flipped over to sit and urged him to her for an
arousing, tongue teasing kiss. They parted. The wild look on her
face gave him a moment's hesitation until she spoke in her
breathless voice, "How much extra would it cost to...to..." Her
cheeks went red and she leaned her mouth to his ear, whispering
her question.

"Nothing," he replied and stroked her soft skin. "I was going to
ask if you wanted me to do that. I noticed you weren't exactly a
novice when I fucked your ass with my finger." He moved closer to
her, holding the accessories above their heads while he cupped a
breast with his free hand. "You fuck yourself with your vibrator
there, right? When fucking your cunt just doesn't get you off?" 

"Uh-huh," she sighed, letting her eyes drift shut. "You'll be my
first, Gabe. The first man to shoot up my ass." She grabbed his
cock and squeezed the shaft. "I'm looking forward to having this
bad boy splitting me wide open and making me scream when I
come."

He laughed and arranged Anne in a suitable position. He had her
stand at the end of the bed, bent at the waist. He lubed his dick
with a thick coating and used what was on his fingers to grease
her shute. She reached back and parted her cheeks for him,
shaking as the cool lube melted into her backdoor. "That's my
girl. Hold yourself open for me," he said encouragingly as he
prodded her sphincter with his head. "Relax. Breathe deeply. Gabe
won't hurt you." He listened as she took a couple calming
breaths. He pushed harded and saw his red tip pop beyond the snug
closure. Moaning loudly over the intense heat, he slowly eased
his thick member deeper into her rectum. "Is this how is feels
when you fuck yourself, Anne? Does it feel this fucking good?"

"Gabe," she choked out and sobbed, "No, Christ no! Your cock is
so hot and hard, like melting steel. I ache. God, you're so
thick! All the way, please! I want...I want to feel your balls
against my cunt." She pushed backwards, forcing the length of his
shaft fully inside her body. Her brown sphincter locked around
the base of his cock, refusing to let him escape until he pumped
his juices deep in her colon. He moved quickly, before her body
could absorb the lube. He clenches his hands into the creamy
flesh of her ass and started to piston himself in and out of her
asshole. Her sobs grew louder and incoherent. All he could make
out was that she loved every thrust of his erection. Gabe
increased his thrusts until he was fucking her frantically. His
balls jerked up between his thighs and he rammed his quivering
hardness as far into her as he could. Come shot from his dick,
painting her rectal walls in a thick cream. It oozed out along
his shaft and clung to the hair of his pubes.

He pulled out and staggered weakly to the wall behind him. Anne
collapsed on the bed, her knees hitting the carpeted floor with
light thumps. They remained limp for a while, then he toddled to
the bathroom to wash his groin and hands. She grinned in a dopey
manner, totally satisfied with her first buttfucking. She loved
lying there, feeling his gooey fluid dripping out of her asshole
and along her pussy lips. He returned shortly and they helped
each other onto the bed. She snuggled against his lushly haired
chest, daring to ask, "How much do you charge for an hour? I'd
like to have you fuck me once a week."

"$300 an hour," he answered groggily and pinched a ripe nipple
hard enough for her to whimper. "You're getting a discount, you
little slut, because I like you so much." He rolled the pink
nubbin, twisting it firmly. Listening to her cries brought him
back to hardness and he was eager to fuck her cunt. He pushed her
onto her back, kissing her sensually while brushing his cock
along her pussy. "Shh, Anne," he whispered as he crept up and sat
on her chest.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, struggling to free herself.

"Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you," he informed her. "I want
you to suck me off before I plow that pussy of yours. You seem to
be a lady who likes some spice in her sex, right." When she
carefully agreed, Gabe moved himself into his favorite position.
He pressed his knees into her open palms and rubbed his head
along her mouth. She was effectively pinned in place and unable
to move. She licked her tongue over his dick, understanding he
wouldn't force her to suck him. Her lips parted and he slid his
cock into her mouth with a groan of excitement. She hummed around
his erection, laving the heated flesh with her tongue and sucking
with her lips. The crinkled curlies of his pubic hairs tickled
her nose. She wiggled her nose and kept on giving head, sliding
her lips over the beautiful maleness filling her mouth. The hairs
continued to bother her, so she shifted her head to escape them.
She tried vainly to pull a hand free.

========

Anne brushed the bothersome hairs away from her face, waking to
the screech of her Persian cat as it darted from her pillow. She
apologized, but the cat sent her a scathing look and departed
with a flick of its plumed tail. She sighed in frustration and
sat up. Alone in her house, except for the cat. No fucktastical
sex from Gabe the heartthrob. No Gabe, period. Dreams like that
were enough to make Anne wish she was an insomniac.