Some of you may remember a month or so ago when I posted about the thirty six year old mother who finally let me catch her, but wouldn't take the money when we were done.
Well, I've seen her a couple of times in the club since then, and finally managed a repeat performance this past weekend. It was just as good as the first, and she still wouldn't take the money, though she gladly takes my tips in the club, since that's not for sex.
Afterwards, as I drove her back to where she'd left her car, I bit the bullet and asked her, "So, what are looking for here, if not the money?"
She just looked at me for a minute, and said, in addition to some embarrassingly complimentary words about my willingness and ability to get her off (which, after a particularly hot session in the club, is apparently why she even agreed to do this in the first place), "You're fun. You're not a jerk. You give a shit about what I like. I just want to have fun. And if I take your money, I'm a whore, and I still have my family to consider. I can deal if he finds out I'm cheating; it's happened for both of us before. I don't know what I'd do if he thought I was whoring."
She must of heard my sigh and noticed how relieved it sounded, because the next thing I heard was a little giggle, and "What were you so worried about?"
So I told her that if she wasn't taking the money, I thought she might be looking for something more...emotional, and I put that pause in there as well.
That's when she laughed out loud and spouted a version of my own words back at me, "I love my husband, and have no desire to leave him, or put my kids in a position where they have no father or mother around."
So, for now anyway, bullet dodged.
Given her time commitments, it isn't likely to develop into anything like what I managed to embroil myself before, but that's a good thing. I can deal with meeting her only every couple of months.
