"So, do you bring a table on outcalls?"
"I always bring a table on outcalls."
"Good. I want you start with thirty minutes of medium to deep tissue on my shoulders, neck and legs followed by a ten-minute foot massage and all this in your underwear; white underwear if you have them. Depending on the first forty minutes we'll see about the rest. My body gets a bit sensitive after a while, like I've been tenderized like a cutlet. I'll text you my address and see you tomorrow evening at six."
"Ok, see you tomorrow."
Marlin's Gold Coast address made me happy since the residents of that area tended to tip very well.
I arrived at his greystone townhouse five minutes early the next day. He answered the door wearing a pair of black Umbro soccer shorts, blue flip-flops and a white muscle shirt. He was in his late twenties and attractive with messy brown hair, olive complexion and green eyes. He was toned but not too muscular with naturally well built legs. And he smelled like booze.
He invited me in and led me into a large master bedroom where I set up my table. I stripped down to my white underwear and Marlin stripped to nothing. I launched into the massage while he lay quietly.
Forty minutes later he hopped off the table complaining his skin was feeling a bit tender. He then asked me to wait in the bedroom while he walked off naked to another part of the townhouse. He came back with two unopened bottles of wine and a half a bottle of Grey Goose. He sat the three bottles down, grabbed a corkscrew off of a table by his bed and proceeded to open what I noticed to be a rather pricey pinot noir.
"So, in addition to the three hundred dollars I'm paying for the outcall I'd like to offer you an extra hundred to drink this wine out of the bottle, no sex involved."
"You want me to drink the entire bottle?"
"No, just a huge gulp or three will be fine. And if some happens to drip down the side of your mouth and onto those sexy white underwear then I would sweeten the pot with an extra fifty.
Having watched him open the wine I knew he hadn't spiked it so I figured this would be easy money and I do love good wine. I tilted the bottle and began to drink. I took in small gulps while letting some gather in my mouth so that there would be dribble. There was plenty of dribble down my chest then on my white underwear. After about thirty seconds I put the bottle down and noticed Marlin sitting on the edge of the bed with a huge hard-on. He then grabbed the bottle of vodka and started drinking it from the bottle. He must have downed ten shots in that first gulp. He asked me to drink another swig of wine so I did, allowing the same small amount down my throat while letting the rest gather and dribble down the side of my mouth. When I was finished with the second gulp he was already on to another swig of vodka, still with a hard-on. He was attractive and had a beautiful dick so I found myself tempted, but decided not to muddy the waters more than they already were.
After his third swig it became apparent that while he wasn't interested in being tenderized he was more than happy to be pickled. I took one more sip then told Marlin I had to leave to make another appointment, which was true. I saw him at least six times after that and it was always the same: Grey Goose, pinot noir, dribble and a hard-on that I was never asked to touch.