I consider myself a successful call girl. I am able to demand a hundred dollars an hour, which many men are willing to pay.
I do not have a pimp but worked out of Starlight Escort Agency that handles a large stable of whores for all occasions. The agency skims fifty percent off the customers hourly rate but I get to keep one hundred percent of the "extras".
Starlights rate only covered me getting naked and perhaps letting the customer jerk off while watching me masturbate. Any contact was "extra".
I only do out calls. The agency supplied a car and driver to pick me up and take me to the Johns place where he waits and drives me home again.
Of course most clients wanted more than to just look so I usually got at least an extra fifty for a blow job or maybe a hundred for a piece of ass.
I have a favorite driver, Chad. Chad drives cab and I asked for him if he is available. Chad is not a bad looking young guy and I often tip him by gobbling his cock.
Century 21 is a forty-two story apartment and office complex in the heart of downtown. I have done a few calls there; several of the tenants are well to do men without partners. This client had been specific; he wanted a bisexual blonde with large breasts. As I filled his requirements I was given the call.
I buzzed the security code I was given and the lobby door clicked unlocked. The elevator silently whisked me up to the twentieth floor.
A surprisingly handsome middle age man garbed in a smoking jacket and silk ascot answered Apartment 2005.
Tom Ion introduced himself as a stockbroker employed by a local prestigious firm. By the looks of his apartment he was doing quite well.
Ion said he wanted a girl to make up a threesome with him and his wife. He said his wife was waiting in the bath and I should go and join her.
Sam Ion was in the large jet stream tub engulfed in billows of suds. She was a pretty petite woman with dark hair cut into a Paige-Boy and slender breast what I could see of ... Läs hela novellen
