Marvin - Dawn Learns On The Job

Dawn decided to choose a plump middle-aged man called Marvin. Firstly, because he was willing to pay the full amount for the Girlfriend experience, but also because his profile was well written, and his messages were polite. He was a black man from London but now living in Yorkshire. What she liked about him was that during their brief exchange he told her he sold his start-up a year ago to set up his own charity for disadvantage youths. He was divorced and his children had grown up and left home. So, he was in this for company.

MARVIN

Dawn felt hot and bothered as she battled her nerves and wasn’t helped by the ferocious sun that burned so bright it bleached the colour from the city streets. Perched on a stool in an upmarket café-bar she peered into a pocket mirror while touching up her makeup. Dressed in a flowing red summer dress, her heeled sandals helped accentuate her curves further up. Dawn knew she dressed well. But she wished she felt as good as she looked.

The door opened and in walked a middle-aged pot-bellied man who had friendly round features. He wore an open necked tailored shirt tucked into slacks. Dawn recognised him from the profile BigMarv7. She gracefully left the stool and strutted across the café, feeling the eyes of the room upon her. However, her confident smile hid an inner fear. “Hello Marvin.”

“Dawn. You look stunning. Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you. You look handsome.”

Marvin scoffed, “Insincere flattery, at best. But I’ll take it.”

“Well...” Dawn searched for a compliment, then noticed his footwear. “I like a man who knows how to polish his shoes.”

“Yes. I’m very passionate about my shoes and trainers. Well spotted.”

“What do you want to do, Marv? Can I get you a drink. My iced tea was perfect for this heat.”

“While the weather is nice let’s go for walk. Seeing I have you for the day, the fun can wait until later.”

Dawn didn’t want to step back out into the heat but knew money talked, and Marvin was her paymaster. “Sure.” She picked up her large handbag that contained amongst normal items, a card terminal, pepper-spray, wipes and a tube of water-based lube. It was a bag of a whore. “Let’s go.”

“On the way here I noticed a small park on the next block, with plenty of shade. I also saw a popup smoothie store that is doing a raving business. Come. I’ll treat you.”

As they stepped out onto the baked street Dawn flinched as Marvin reached out and held her hand. It served as a sign of the power he had over her, and a reminder of why she was here. Not that she could forget. Marvin spoke softly. “Relax Dawn. Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands.”

“Thank you. But I’m OK“

“Your clammy hands tells a different story.”

“it’s just so hot.”

As the green light flashed Marvin guided Dawn across the busy crossing. “I don’t have it in me to hurt a woman. I’m a lover of the female form. Women are my weakness, and why I failed at marriage.”

“That’s sad. But you’re successful in other areas. You told me you run your own charity. “

“Yes. It was something I’ve wanted to do from an early age. “

Dawn felt impressed as they walked through the open wrought-iron gates into an avenue of mature oaks. The park was alive with children playing childhood games and teens playing various sports. “You sound like a driven man.”

“I think it’s because I had it hard. I always wanted to better myself.”

“I can see the logic.”

“You see, I grew up in Inner city London. I’m from a broken family. My late father...” Marvin crossed his chest. “He was in and out prison. I lost a brother to gang ****. Another is a recovering addict... but for how long?”

“Terrible. Your family hasn’t had much luck at all.”

“No.” Marvin suddenly spoke with pride as they walked through the dappled shade. ”My two sisters, however, are strong women. Just like my mother. They carry the family. It’s where I get my respect for women.”

Dawn’s smile was sincere. She liked what she was hearing. “What does your charity do? Tell me about it.”

“Seeks out disadvantaged youths who need support. Which means positive life skills and guidance. Also pays for scholarships to local universities.”

“I mean it. You’re a good man.’

“Thank you.” Marvin squeezed Dawn hand. “And you? Most of my escorts are Eastern Europeans or from Asia. A few black girls of course. Not many English girls. Not as pretty as you, anyway.” They stopped at the queue for smoothie van. “I hope you’re doing this to fund your way through uni or something. What’s the goal?”

“I have debts from university.” Dawn hung her head. “I failed my course. “

“ Oh dear. Never mind. Going back?”

“Undecided.”

“Right,”

Dawn sensed Marvin’s scepticism and tried to justify herself. “For now, I want to clear my debts. Get some proper savings. Then find a more suitable career.”

“Any ideas on what that career might be?

“To be honest I’m not sure what to do yet.”

“Maybe i can help? It’s my job to give young people guidance. What do you like? I think a person tends to only succeed when they are doing something they’re passionate about.”

“I studied Ecology. But I’ve failed it twice. Not because I’m not passionate, but because I succumbed to the student lifestyle. So no more parties for me. No more men unless they pay for it.”

“Good.”

Dawn watched as Marvin ordered their drinks from the vendor. She then smiled as he handed her a mango and passion fruit smoothie. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

As they walked away from the van Dawn felt eager to gain from Marvin’s experience. “I’ve been thinking about my future a lot recently. To be honest it scares me a little. My friend got me into escorting because she has made a success of it. She invested in property.”

“Property is a safe but boring idea. You don’t want to be doing escorting long term. So, invest in your future so you can move on to bigger and better things. Do you have a hobby? How do you do spend your free time?”

Dawn sucked from her straw, tasting the tangy fruit while thinking about her pastimes. “Drawing, painting and calligraphy. Sewing and knitting. A bit of writing.” She added with a chuckle, a sign perhaps, she felt more comfortable. “I’m a creative at heart. But most of all, I love spending time with my young nephews. They’re adorable and always make me broody.”

“So, you’re a creative who likes children?”

“Yes. I want to have at least two children by the time I’m thirty.”

Marvin snaked his arm around Dawn’s slender waist, and brought her close. Taking ownership of her. ‘This is screaming out a clear message to me. You’re going to be a successful business owner.’

“Huh?”

“Listen to me. Hear me out.” Marvin found a shaded spot, then sat on short grass, guiding Dawn to sit at his flank. “You’re going to do a level 3 in childcare while you work as an escort. Once you’ve earned enough for a deposit, I want you to buy a house that has enough land to build an extension or an outbuilding to house a nursery.”

“A house? Do you really think I’ll be able to earn enough to buy a house?”

‘Yes. If you work hard and persevere through the difficult spells absolutely.” Marvin rested a hand on Dawn’s naked knee. “Set up your own crèche. A kindergarten. Or whatever the fuck they call it these days. You can earn a fortune from childcare. It’s so hard to find a good nursery.” He locked eyes with Dawn, loving her pale green irises. “I can see it now...” Marvin slowly brushed his finger across Dawn’s cheek. “Your beautiful smile as you teach the kids craft, instilling your creativity in their young sponge-like minds.”

“It sounds like a dream. My dream.”

“It will be worth the hardship getting there.”

Dawn had noticed Marvin had left his hand on her knee. She felt herself stiffen as he began slowly trailing his hand up her thigh.

Often during her manias, she would go wild at the student nightclubs and kiss unsuitable men. Men she wouldn’t look twice at when sober. But now she was **** free. Her mind clear. She was stable. And the thought of being intimate with Marvin, as wise and friendly as he was, filled her with dread.

Then Marvin leaned in for a kiss.

Dawn turned away, giving Marvin her cheek where he rested his lips on Dawn’s soft white skin. He inhaled her sweet floral perfume. “You smell heavenly. Like an incarnation of Eden.” Dawn did not answer. Her only reaction being shallow breathing, and a pounding heart which was thumping against her ribcage.

All of which seemed to spur Marvin on as he kissed Dawn a second time, closer to her lips. His hand moved inside her inner thigh, feeling the warm tender flesh.

Not comfortable kissing in broad daylight in a public place. More so given the fact she was an older man’s whore. Dawn shyly pecked him back and patted his knee. “Calm down. There are children about. We don't want to get in trouble with parents or the police.”

“True.” He rocked back then slipped his hand into his trouser pocket. "Then I suppose it’s a good time to give you this. It’s a bit more discreet.”

“Oh.”