Part 2 - Feeding the Beast
Although she didn't really fit his usual taste, there was something about June that was enticing for Irving. That first night she sent her youngest girl in to take care of him and he tipped her generously but what he really wanted was to go back and talk to June. After he finished with the girl he went back to the desk and found June there. She smiled at him solicitously and he put one elbow on the counter and chatted with her.
They talked for a solid hour about various things - his experiences at spas, his business, her business, her goals, his desires. Finally she asked if he'd like to come to her apartment for a drink, and of course he did. She put one of the girls at the front desk and they walked directly across town to the East side where June had rented an apartment (with some of the money she had borrowed) so she could be in walking distance of the spa. She brought him upstairs to the five room place, which she had decorated with tasteful furniture and artwork, and she led him into the bathroom, where there was an enormous shower with four shower heads pointing in various directions. She started the shower and told him to get ready. He turned and got undressed and when he finished he turned back and there she stood. She had stripped her clothes off too and her body was stunning. Her skin was perfect, her breasts stood firm like those of a woman half her age, and her ass stuck out just enough.
She beckoned to him and he stepped forward with no hesitation. She stepped into the shower with him and when they finally turned the water off and came back into the room 45 minutes had passed and her throat was filled with his come. They walked out of the bathroom and he sat on the king size bed and started to get dressed but he felt her tug at his arm and she laid down on the bed before him. He was instantly aroused again and he could see that she was wet and ready as she whispered "I want you."
In an instant he was inside her with no condom, no forethought, and absolutely no caution whatsoever. She moaned and ground into his pelvis and as he began to fuck her hard she called out so loud he wondered who her neighbors might be. As he built toward an orgasm she stopped him. "Wait," she said. She pulled back and slid away from him and then she was on all fours in front of him. He moved forward to enter her again and she reached around and grabbed his cock and guided it into her ass.
A few moments later they were lying together on the bed and the only sound was their breathing. In his entire life up to that moment, Irving had never felt connected to anyone, he had never felt a need for another human being that was specific, that couldn't be satisfied by anyone who happened to be available. He had rejected his wife and he had never cared much for being with his children, but this was something else. He wanted her and her alone.
He began to see her every day. He continued to sleep in his own apartment, but he spent less and less time at home. He learned from June that her business was struggling under crushing debt. He wanted to help. She wouldn't accept his money, she said. She loved him, she said. He told her that he loved her too.
His passion for her grew and grew. Irving felt less and less interested in anything else. He began scheduling fewer appointments at work so he could spend more time with her. He fucked her in every room of the apartment in every position he could imagine and yet he still wanted more of her. One night she broke down crying over her financial state and he finally got from her a full picture of her financial situation. She needed $100,000 to get out of debt and begin to turn a real profit on the spa. That was more than he could afford to lose, but he saw an alternative to treating the pimples and crows feet of the ruling class - he could invest in her business and combine business and pleasure.
He arranged to transfer $100,000 to her account and she promised to put together the paperwork to bring him on as a full partner. Irving cut his practice back even more and began spending his days at the spa. He told his wife Sara he was leaving her and he rented a studio near June's apartment. Sara immediately had his access to their joint account revoked on the grounds that he was transferring joint assets out of the marriage. Irving didn't care. He was excited about June and he was excited about the spa and he was excited about his new life.
Just when Irving thought his happiness was right around the corner, things started to change. June began to behave erratically, to treat him differently. Her eyes were glassy all day long and sentences tumbled out her that made less than no sense. One night he walked into the spa and she was nowhere to be found. He knocked on doors until finally he opened the storage closet and found her there with a pipe in her hand.
He got on his knees and shook her and her eyes opened. Her pupils were enormous and he knew immediately that she was high on something. He asked her what she was smoking and she laughed. He said he would get her help and she laughed harder. He offered to bring her to rehab and she spat in his face and laughed a hideous cackling laugh that made his blood run cold.
The paperwork never materialized, and Irving's $100,000 was long gone. The spa was beginning to get popular, and June was making good money now that her debt was retired. The money went liberally to shady men who appeared with small packages that June took and consumed in private. Even in her disheveled state he wanted her still, and he was reduced to begging her for sex the way he had once begged his wife. She laughed in his face and handed him to one of the massage girls.
Irving contented himself with those massage girls but June had made him her mark and the girls followed suit. With one after another after another he handed over what little income he could pull from his shrinking practice to buy clothes, jewelry, shoes, phones, whatever they wanted in exchange for their fleeting affections. When he ceased to amuse them they passed him to the next girl, who picked over what was left of him.
No one, not Irving's wife, not his children, not June nor any of the massage girls at the spa felt even the smallest hint of empathy for him. His ego was enormous and his lack of self-control was overwhelming. Even at his lowest, he considered himself to be a superior human being, and he never hesitated to pontificate and dispense highly judgmental advice. His desperation for affection was so self-centered it left no room for any sort of genuine relationship.
In truth, it wasn't the first time he'd been had. About a year before he had gotten involved with a Russian medical student who professed a desire to be his girlfriend. He gave her a bunch of cash for her expenses and put her up in an apartment to make her his "kept" woman, but it didn't take long for him to find out she was seeing other guys and considered him a first class sucker, a checkbook with legs. He had pulled the rug out from under her to the best of his ability but tens of thousands of dollars had been wasted.
Still, that experience paled in comparison to where he had ended up with June. Down he sank into depression as his personal and financial life slid into ruin.