Ricky's Business by Ryan Field Read Free Book Online

scowled; the head was sensitive because he’d been on the verge of
     
climax. When he went to the closet to choose a shirt, he decided on a long, loose polo that would
     
cover his crotch. As he put on his socks and sneakers, his dick remained erect and he wasn’t sure
     
how long it would take for it to go down. All this fuss just to answer the door.
     
[M1] On his way downstairs, he felt a sharp thud in his stomach, as if someone had just
     
punched him.
     
He reached for the doorknob and asked, “Who’s there?” in a timid voice. He’d thought
     
about not answering and pretending no one was home. But that wouldn’t have been right.
     
Leyland had made the call and this person had come all the way out to New Jersey for nothing.
     
“It’s Dawn,” a deep voice said. “I’m the one you called earlier.”
     
Ricky took a deep breath and blinked. He’d been under the impression Leyland had
     
called a male prostitute, not a female. “ Dawn ?” “That’s what I said, honey.”
     
It sounded like a man. But what man calls himself Dawn? So Ricky opened the door
     
slowly. When he looked up his head jerked back and his eyes popped. Standing in his doorway,
     
in the middle of his neat, cookie-cutter subdivision, was the tallest, blondest she-male he’d ever
     
seen. Actually, it was the only she-male he’d ever seen in person, up close. Dawn wore a black
     
knitted mini-dress that hugged every curve in his body, tall black stilettos, and a long brassy
     
blond wig. His thick, long masculine fingers were tipped with long red nails that curved down
     
like commas, his pierced ears had long dangling earrings, and his lips were bathed in ruby red lip
     
gloss.
     
“Hold on one second,” Ricky said. Then he slammed the door shut and ran into the
     
kitchen to call Leyland. His hands were shaking and the thud in his stomach grew more intense.
     
He paced back and forth in the front hall, waiting for Leyland to answer, running his hand
     
through his hair. When he picked up, Ricky said, “The escort you called earlier is at my front
     
door right now. Get over here. He wants you .”
     
“No,” Leyland said. “I’m playing cards right now. He wants you, not me.”
     
“Get over here right now,” Ricky said. He spoke with a low tone, but his voice was filled
     
with panic. Nothing in school had ever prepared him for an event like this.
     
“You’re just going to have to handle this yourself,” Leyland said, with his wise professor
     
voice, as if he knew what was best for Ricky. “Just relax and enjoy it. You can thank me and tell
     
me the details in the morning.” Then he hung up the phone before Ricky could tell him there was
     
a six-foot-tall she-male standing on his front porch.
     
The doorbell rang again, and the elaborate chimes made him swallow back hard. He put
     
the phone down on the island, paced back and forth a few more times, and walked back to the front door. Before he opened it this time, he fastened the chain latch and turned the knob slowly
     
(you never know; this guy Dawn was bigger than Ricky). When he opened it and peered over the
     
gold chain, Dawn’s back was facing him. He cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry about all this.
     
There’s been a huge misunderstanding.”
     
Dawn turned and said, “Ricky, be a nice boy and open the fucking door so I can make a
     
phone call. I took a taxi here from the city and I have to call another one to get back.” He spoke
     
with resigned cynicism in his voice, as if he’d been through this sort of thing many times before
     
and Ricky was just another dumb kid from New Jersey playing around with him. “Do the cool
     
thing, sweetie. I swear I’m not gonna hurt a hair on your pretty little head.”
     
Ricky hesitated for a moment, then unlatched the chain. When he opened the door all the
     
way, Dawn sent him a frustrated look and sashayed into the house with an exasperated sigh.
     
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