The Escort Room 2 | Ft. Calum Hood
Moans. That is all you could hear that escaped your mouth. It’s been an extremely long time since you’ve been intimate with a man. Jeremy. That was what you remembered. His large hands caressing your body the way you liked. It felt like he was right there.
Wrong. The alarm went off, with a groan from you in frustration. You woke up, and realized that Jeremy was no more. You two broke things off months ago. Now you ached for anything. You sighed, realizing how much of a hassle it was without him. The use of your legs have been gone for years. A terrible car accident had you partially paralyzed from the waist down. The doctor did say there was a little sensation between your upper thighs. Your reproductive system was spared, meaning you could feel everything where it counts. You reached for your wheelchair as you lifted yourself in the wheelchair and wheeled to the bathroom. Brushing your teeth, your cell started to ring. Probably Melissa, your ride to work every morning.
You wheeled yourself after brushing to your nightstand to take your cell phone off the charger. You picked up.
“Morning !!!” Melissa’s voice belted over the phone.
“Morning,” you said in monotone as holding your phone against your face, to retrieve your medicine from the nightstand.
“You always sound grumpy. Just wondering if you were up. Did you finish the Martin case?” she asked, as she did her make up in the mirror.
“No. Stayed up last night trying to find all his stuff. Who knew a novelist couldn’t be organized? He has a computer. That’s the baffling part,” you said as you set the phone on speaker phone and rolled back to your bathroom to turn on the shower.
“I know. I’ll be over in 30 minutes. I can hear the shower. You never get up early,” she pouted as finishing up her mascara.
“Sorry, Miss Early Bird. I actually enjoy my sleep. I’ll be ready in 30,” you replied.
“Kay. See ya girl,” she said as your phone hung up the call automatically. You sighed, as having the daunting task to get undressed,showered and dressed again thirty minutes.
After at least twenty minutes of showering, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, a knock came on the door. You wheeled yourself to the door revealing Melissa. Melissa was always a knockout, her hair perfectly curled with her long brunette hair laying on her shoulders. A face beat of makeup that wasn’t too much, and a cute simple romper completed with cute sandals. Her hand was occupied by her new gucci purse her boyfriend, James, got her for her birthday. As well as her green protein shake she has every morning.
“Morning, again. We gotta go,” she said entering your house. You sighed as you closed the door and wheeled yourself toward your bags you need during the day.
Melissa turned to you, “Pack everything? I’m not coming back,” she said putting her drink in your hand temporarily as she picked up your bag.
“Yup. Let’s go. Oscar will have a fit if we’re late again,” you sighed as you grabbed the rest of your fruit that was neatly packed in a container.
You grabbed your keys that were on the counter. Melissa opened the door as you wheeled out behind her. You locked up the door before wheeling down the built-in ramp addition you finally had money for. Melissa packed your stuff in her trunk, and carefully helped you out of your wheelchair before putting that in the back as well. She returned to the front to retrieve her keys and start the car. On the way to work.
“Hood, you’re up,” a booming male voice said, as Calum looked up from his phone. He put it away in his gym bag and grabbed his gloves. Calum Hood was one of the best light-weight MMA underground fighters in his area. He would be going to nationals, but couldn’t afford it without working. Calum always believed in hard work, even if that meant using his body. Gerald, his trainer held the hitting gloves as Calum did left, left-right jabs at the pads. Quickly ducking as his trainer tried to hit him. Dodging and shuffling his feet, and determined to be better. Calum trains at the ‘Just Bleed’ MMA facility. With some of the toughest guys in the area, and has one countless titles.
After hours of cardio and practice, he hit the showers. It was almost time to go to work at his other job. When he emerged from the shower, he texted his boss to say he was on his way.
He had to set up for tonight. Calum usually worked over time, coming in early for his shift and leaving into the early hours of the incoming day.
Calum locked up his locker, and suddenly bumped into his fellow MMA fighter, Crash.
“Hey, Cal. You off?”
“Yeah, gotta go to work. You just getting here?”
“Uh-huh. I made a very big mistake with my parole officer. I got another meeting with him tomorrow,” he sighed.
“Good luck. Let me know what happens,” as he patted Crash and left the facility. Walking to his car, he sighed. He knew he was in for a long night.
You were in the middle of your shift, organizing papers when your boss, Oscar, came near the door knocking on it.
“Hey, can we talk?”
You put the piles down and he came in and closed the door. You were confused as to what was going on. Oscar loved your work, working with a variety of clients was your strong point. He sat down at one of your office chairs, as you wheeled yourself near him.
“You have been doing very well on the Martin case,”
“Thank you, sir. I try my best. I know the Martin case is important for this company. We can’t afford to lose him as a client.”
“Correct. But, since you have everything good here, I need an additional favor,”
You didn’t know what was coming. Favors were rare at the company.
“Got a new client, he can’t make it out today but, I want you and Melissa to work on this. No excuses,” Oscar explained.
“Of course. I’m ready for the client,” you smiled.
“Good. Now, get back to work. Client comes next Monday,” Oscar said as walking out. You sighed, great. More work.
It was around 7:00 p.m. when Calum arrived at the club. His friend Drew a.k.a. Crash was helping out, a local videographer and fellow co-worker. Calum knew there was a lot of set up and had to meet with the new owner as well. Daniel, the previous owner, moved to back to Nebraska to take care of his mother. Daniel was there for everything, he recruited Calum from out of high school to come work at the club. It was the only way to afford MMA, which his mother almost forbid until Gerald came over and explained its’ benefits.
As he was preparing the tables, he heard little patter of footsteps. He looked behind him to see his co-worker’s little girl, Audrey. She is only four years old.
“Hey princess,” he smiled at her.
“Uncle Cal!!!” she shrilled.
She ran to him and he opened his arms to scoop her up. He gave her a kiss atop of her head and put her on his hip. “What are you doing here? This isn’t a place for little girls,” he cooed at her, and tickled her.
She let out chuckles and after a few seconds she looked at him, “Daddy has me tonight. I like being with him. I have fun with you and Uncle Crash and the rest of my Uncles.”
“I’d rather you be at home, tucked in bed watching cartoons than here,” he smirked. “Tell ya what? I’m gonna put you in my dressing room after I get changed, and lock the door. I don’t want anyone bothering you. So you can get some sleep. It’ll be like a sleepover..again,” as he gave off a fake smile. This was the fifth time Antonio brought his little girl to the strip club. It was ridiculous. Calum took care of her more often than him. He would get Crash to peek periodically in Cal’s dressing room to make sure she was safe and asleep.
“Come on. Let’s go find Uncle Crash and get your pajamas on, m’kay?”
“Kay Uncle Cal,” she replied, as he sighed and walked with her to the back.
“He…said…it just….wouldn’t work out, anymore,” Melissa sighed, as sniffing and grabbing the hundredth tissue to dry her eyes. You were at your desk, and Melissa had texted you that she needed to talk to you at lunch. Sat at a table in the cafeteria lounge of your office building, you tried your best to comfort her.
“Aw, Liss. I’m so sorry. He doesn’t know what he’s letting go,”
“I really thought we were in love.”
“So did I. I mean, I could see he was really good to you. That’s how I felt about Jeremy,” you sighed, picking at your fruit with your fork.
Jeremy did everything. When you both met at college, everything was going well. He met your parents, siblings, and even your one uncle you had left on your mother’s side. Jeremy was perfect. You even thought he was going to propose. You and Melissa were full of giggles talking about the whole wedding scenario, her being your maid of honor and having a beautiful wedding. About a few months later, Jeremy started drinking. It was a different kind of drunk, and it scared you. You couldn’t believe that it was coming to this. More arguments, confrontations, and lies. Certainly the lies. You decided to call it quits, Jeremy still upset and drinking more and more. You cut him off, by deleting his number and anything associated to him. It got so bad, you had to get a restraining order against him to leave you alone.
“I forgot. Sorry, hun. You know what?” Melissa said. “Fuck him,”
“What?” you asked.
“Fuck him. If he didn’t want me, he wasn’t worth my time. Let’s go out,” she smiled.
“Tonight?!” you exclaimed.
“Sure. Why not? We both need some cheering up. Check it out,” Melissa sneakily smiled and then whispered,”Male Strip Club.”
Your cheeks felt warm, “Liss! We can’t go to that!”
“Yes we can! Come on! Friday night…let’s have fun. Please?! I really wanna go,” she pouted and you sighed.
“…Alright. Only for you,” you smiled, and she clapped her hands.
Meanwhile, at the Stallions Male Strip Club, Calum hurriedly tried to get dressed. After three hours of being on the phone with alcohol venders, he was late getting ready. He pulled on his outfit along with his favorite g-string. He hid himself under a robe so he could go get Audrey and read her a story and put her down. As he left his dressing room, he looked around to his co-workers similarly dressed to him. Finally, opening the lounge room, he saw Audrey in the corner watching cartoons. In her pajamas.
“Hey, princess. I see you got your pajamas on. Let’s get you to bed, shall we?” he smiled, as Crash came in with his firefighter suit on.
Crash looked at her, “Aye, baby girl. What are you doing here?” he asked, and murmured under his breath, “Going to kill your father,”
“I get to stay here tonight. Will you two sing me a song tonight?” she asked. Calum and Crash looked at each other and chuckled. “Of course,” they replied in unison.
Calum walked toward her and she reached her hands out. He put her on her hip and hid her eyes. “Alright princess. Remember our game? Keep those eyes closed. You’re gonna hear a lot of loud music but, that’s okay,” he smiled. Crash was right behind them as he shielded her eyes as they made their way back to Calum’s dressing room. Audrey clung her hands to Calum’s robe waiting for the noise to go away.
When they reached his room, he shut the door after Crash came in. He walked over to his mini couch where he had a bed made for her. A little lion king blanket and a matching pillow. He laid her down and Crash pulled Calum’s spare chair up to the couch. Calum sat with her in his arms, and he kissed her forehead.
Calum gave Crash the cue, and they started singing. Calum had been singing for a long time, and made up a cute lullaby for her. Crash and Calum made it up one day when they had off. They love that little girl like she is their own. Audrey listened carefully, as snuggling up in Calum’s arms. He knew in a couple of minutes she would fall asleep. After a while, she did and Calum slid from under her and slowly put the covers over her.
“Night, night princess,” Calum whispered as he kissed her forehead. Crash got up and moved the chair back and walked over and kissed her cheek.
“Sweet dreams, little one,” Crash whispered as they both creeped out and turned out the lights. They got rid of their robes, and looked at the time.
“Check in on her in an hour?” Calum asked. “I gotta work the other side of the club. Might not get back till morning,”
“Sure. If Antonio is too drunk, I’ll get up and take her home. Where is her mother?” Crash asked irritated, his jaw clenching.
“Somewhere high. She doesn’t care about her. Antonio is a half-assed father, I feel like calling CPS on his ass. Audrey shouldn’t be here. Can’t trust everyone,” he sighed, as locking the door so no one could get in his room. Calum gave Crash the spare key.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate helping out with her,”
“No problem, anytime. You know that little girl is my world. I’d rather us take care of her then some unreliable assholes,” Crash admitted, and he patted his shoulder. “See you tomorrow,” he chuckled, and walked off.
“Later,” Calum said off to the main stage to entertain some ladies tonight.