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A Fistful Of Dollars

... had led him to travelling around the world as a consultant on nuclear energy. Jon went on to divulge that he was fifty-one years old, divorced and the father of two grown children. Due to extended periods away from home and overseas on business, as well as some infidelity; had led him to an amicable divorce from his lovely wife Joanne. Butting into his life story, I asked, “So what are you doing here in Australia? Do you have a current girlfriend or acquaintance back home?” Jon continued his dialog saying he spent the past six months in Sydney employed as a consultant at Lucas Heights. Lucas Heights is the site of the Australian Nuclear Science and Technology Organisation research establishment. Lucas Heights was also home to the historic HIFAR research nuclear reactor. Another duty Jon was burdened with was to lecture at the Australian Institute of Nuclear Science and Engineering, also at Lucas Heights. Jon was also responsible for the waste-management facility in the disposal of nuclear waste there. Butting in again, I hesitantly asked Jon, “In all your time in Australia, have you been with another woman?” “It’s funny you should mention that Cinnamon. To be perfectly honest, the answer is yes,” Jon replied. He went on to tell me that he had neither been to a prostitute before, nor had he paid for any sex while he had been here. While in Sydney, on his last night there, he went to the Café Sopra in Walsh Bay, for a meal. It was there he met a married woman, a Mrs Candice ...

... Bentley. They struck up a conversation and a flickering flame between them turned into a torrid furnace. It was then that Jon realized he still needed a woman for company. After the meal was finished, we both caught the elevator from the foyer and headed to the third floor where Jon was staying. He had been talking about having company for his remaining ten days in Australia. I knew if I played my cards right, I could make a fist full of dollars from Jon. On entering his expensive suite which had a very expensive decor, I was expecting him to undress me before fucking me. It was then he told me that he had to meet with the Victorian Government regarding a feasibility study into a nuclear power station in Victoria. The selected sites were Newport D in Melbourne; or Jeeralang, a locality very close to where I lived in the Latrobe Valley. He wanted a woman with him twenty-four hours a day. The time was approaching midnight and my driver was expecting me outside the hotel soon after, to take me back home. For the four hour booking that night, it cost Jon eight hundred dollars. Four hundred was mine and the other for hundred was divided by the driver and The Gentle Touch massage parlour. It was then I put my proposal to Jon. “Jon, if you want a woman with you, twenty-four hours a day; it will cost you five thousand dollars a day. I will get half and the establishment will get the other half. I have a proposition for you should you want my services over that period. I am willing to ...