Chapter 57

Lisa checked into the Holiday Inn in downtown Chicago, wanting to be close to Bill, wanting to be able to do some shopping while Bill was in school. She called Bill’s hotel.

“I’d like to leave a message for Bill Williams please. Tell him that Honey is in room 315 at the downtown Holiday Inn, and please call.”

Thanking the desk clerk, Lisa undressed, hanging her clothes in the spacious closet, deciding to unpack in the morning, went into the bathroom.

Taking a hot soapy shower, luxuriant in the feel of the hot spray, the slim bodied blonde wife dried her body and climbed into the big bed and turned off the bedside light. Stretching her whole torso under the cool sheets, Lisa grinned to herself thinking about her night’s adventures.

It was fun playing a prostitute, the money was great. Not to mention her further adventures with her cab driving lover and his girl friend Carla. It satisfied her longing for sexual adventure and almost wore out her little old pussy, she thought, drifting off into sleep.

Lisa slept late in the morning, waking when the maid tried to unlock her door to clean.

Lisa heard the tapping on the door to announce that she was ready to make up the room, and the pretty blonde ignored the tapping for a bit, slipping from bed to open the door, standing behind the door to conceal her nude body.

The maid was tapping on another door by the time Lisa answered.

“I’ll be ready for the room to be cleaned in about half an hour!”

Standing nude before the bedroom mirror, Lisa took a look at the reflection of her body, smiling at her tangled blonde hair hanging down, barely covering her pink nipples.

Showering again, Lisa made up her face, combed her hair, and had just finished when she heard tapping on the door again. “Just a minute.”

Lisa grabbing a dress from her bag, shaking it to make the wrinkles fall out, slid it over her head quickly as she went to answer the door, stepping into last nights high heeled shoes on the way.

She swung open the door, finding a tall, beefy big bellied male, instead of the maid.

“Are you Honey?” The male asked.

“Yes I am.” Lisa answered with a seductive smile, thinking he must have heard from one of her companions of the night before, and wanted to get laid.

The large male pushed the door open, pushed Lisa back into the room and closed the door behind him. Lisa was astonished at the way he pushed her and putting her hands on her hips, fists balled, asked with fire in her eyes.

“Just what in hell do you want, buster? I don’t go for rough stuff, so just cool it.”

“Shut up, cunt. I don’t want to hear your bull shit,” he snarled, pushing her back until her legs hit the bed, and Lisa lost her balance and fell, bouncing on the hard mattress. “What do you want, damn it,” Lisa was getting frightened at the roughness, “and who the hell are you?”

“Lieutenant Marston, Vice.”

The pot bellied male stood flipping a badge holder at Lisa. “I’m here to talk to you about prostitution, so don’t give me any trouble. I want to ask you some questions, and if I don’t like the answers, I’ll take you on a trip to the city jail and book you for hooking. Now you just be a good girl and answer my questions.”

“You answer me nice, you hear, and you tell me the truth the first time, or I’ll drag you to jail so quick, that your head will swim.”

Lisa answered back, “Prostitution? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The Police Lieutenant nodded his big head slowly.

“Of course you don’t, like shit you don’t. Damn it, you listen to me. The bartender and the desk man at the Clark hotel both said that you were a new hooker in town. You were in room 1410 last night having a party with about fifteen guy’s, more or less. That your name’s Honey and you’re sure as hell a hooker. Can you explain that?”

“I don’t have to explain anything. I’m not a hooker. I was in that room last night but it was just a friendly party with some friendly people.”

“Uh huh. And my name’s Peter Pan.”

Lieutenant Marston stalked about the suite, picking up Lisa’s handbag and dumping its contents on the bed where she sat. The envelope with the cash that Lisa had accepted last night fell onto the bedspread and money slid from the open flap. Ten’s, twenty’s and fifty’s cascaded onto the surface of the bed, and a pair of black bordered pink female panties tumbled out on top of the bills. The same panties that were in Lisa’s dream, and then appeared in her handbag.

“Do you always carry a spare pair of panties in your handbag?” “Those are not mine,” Lisa said dully, not even daring to go into an explanation of where she received the panties.

The beefy vice cop thumbed through the stack of bills, silently counting, then looked again at Lisa.

“This is a lot of bucks to just carry around in an envelope. Is this what you got for your friendly party with friendly people last night?”

Lisa stared at the sheaf of bills, mind whirling, wondering what she could possibly say that would convince this tough vice cop that she was just hooking for an adventure and not for the money.

“Look Honey, I’m not really interested in what you do for a living, hell, everybody needs to get laid, but what I do want to know is who’s your pimp and who you work for.”

The beefy cop scratched his head, looking into Lisa’s eyes. “When the mob guy’s start up a new call girl ring, I want to know about it, and I want to know who’s paying who. Now, you cooperate, and I’ll cooperate, but if you want to play hard ball, then I’ve got the hardest ball you ever played with.” “You wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you the truth,” Lisa said in a low voice, still staring down at the sheaf of green bills cascading over the bed.

Lieutenant Marston sat down on the edge of the bed, hiking his beefy leg to cross at the ankle.

“Just try me. You’ll find that I’m a reasonable guy if you tell me the truth.”

The tears started down Lisa’s cheeks, as she started telling the vice cop the story about the bartender thinking she was a hooker and her playing along, then meeting the group at the bar and the party that followed. She left out Lucy’s name and even that Lucy was with her, and also neglected to tell him that her husband was at the party.

“I’m here in Chicago on vacation, and it sounded like an adventure. I’m married, with a husband in San Francisco, and I just got carried away. I knew that nobody would know me, and I just changed my name and went to a party. If my husband finds out, I don’t know what will happen. I was kidding when I told them I’d party with them for money, but when I got there they handed me an envelope with all this money in it, and I thought I’d have a great adventure playing at being a hooker, and I’d come back home with a new wardrobe.”