I’d like to think that I can take a joke. Given that I have
a reputation as something of a prankster it wouldn’t be right if I got all
moody and sulky if anyone had a laugh at my expense. But how could I be happy
when someone’s practical joke has led to me being banished from the marital bed
and consigned to the sofa?
It all started innocently enough. I was down at the pub
enjoying a few pints with my mates when I happened to mention that I was
suffering from a bit of back pain, after pulling a muscle at work. I’m a
builder and I often have to lift or carry heavy materials and as soon as I
picked up the lintel I knew I was in trouble. I wasn’t warmed up, simple. But
man was I suffering every time I sat down or got up off the bar stool.
My mates thought it was hilarious, especially my former best
pal Keith. Keith was mad at me because I set him up on a date and I hired a
transvestite to turn up as ‘sexy Susie’. I’ve never laughed so much in my life
but for some reason he didn’t see the funny side. He’s hardly spoken to me
since.
Anyway to my surprise Keith was the first to pipe up when I
asked if anyone knew of a good masseur who could ease my back trouble. He
immediately gave me a number and suggested that I ask for a girl called Holly.
I said thanks and that was that, I called Holly. I was a little suspicious when
Keith whispered something to the lads and they all burst out laughing but I put
it to the back of my mind assuming Keith was making a joke about my sex life or
lack of given my problems.
I got through to the massage agency right away and within
minutes Holly was on the line asking me about arrangements and what I would
like. It all seemed pretty professional to be honest and I just told her that I
really needed a good seeing to and that it had been a while since I’d been able
to get up to anything, what with the pain. She sounded really sympathetic and
suggested that we get together because she was sure that she could sort me out.
I asked where she was based and I would pop around but she explained that she
was outcall only. I wasn’t sure if my wife would appreciate me getting a
massage from a sexy girl in our own home – I distinctly got the impression on
the phone that Holly was a ‘looker’ and my wife is the jealous type - so I
asked if she was amenable to a session in a hotel and to my surprise she said
that would be fabulous. I said I would text the room number as soon as I had
booked and that was that.
Well, Holly duly turned up at the appointed hour and I
immediately realised why Keith had all of the guys in stitches: Holly was an
escort. But boy was she beautiful, stunning and oh so sexy. She looked amazing
in her short skirt and high heels and even with a coat on I could tell that she
had a sensational body. What was I to do? Well, I invited her into the room of
course. And I tell you what, when Holly had finished with me there was a smile
on my face and my back felt just great!
If it had all ended there that would have been ok. But you
see Keith wanted his revenge. And so he told my wife that he saw me get a
number from a girl in the pub. She checked my phone. The rest as they say is
history. Do I mind being in the doghouse? Not one bit. In fact I am seeing
Holly later tonight. And she is bringing her friend Amy with her…
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