Fantasy by Keisha Ervin

wasn’t scouting her for another spot, he allowed me to wait for her in her dressing room.
I only had to wait a good ten minutes before she came in holding her props and a handful of money. She dropped some of her belongings when she opened the door and saw me in the room. I rushed over, and helped her pick up some things, my hands coming into contact with her baby-soft skin in the process. I don’t know what I was expecting her to smell like, but she had a light floral scent emanating from her that put me at ease.
I explained to her why I was in the room, giving her a little background on what I did for a living and why I wanted her on my list. At first she was hesitant, but I assured her that what I did was private and she didn’t have to worry about her reputation being put out on the line. It took a little enticing, but when I started talking dollars and how much she could make in one session, she was all for it.
“Okay, but before you go, I do have one request.”
“And what’s that?” I said, stopping mid-pose as I was moving to get down off the table.
Instead of her answering, she walked over to where I was standing and kissed me on the lips. I had never been with a woman before, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be with her now; but Like Silk was quick, and before I could protest, she had my shirt unbuttoned and my short skirt high up around my waist. She was kissing me and backing me up onto the table at the same time, and I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I didn’t want to.
I closed my eyes and opened my legs so that she could stand between them, her mouth moving from my lips to my pebblehard nipples. A slight gasp left my mouth when her soft tongue made contact with my already hot skin, and the handle of her whip parted my lower lips. The pearl handle felt cool against my clit as she rubbed it quickly in a side-to-side motion, causing me to cum almost immediately. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, she slid the handle into me until it reached the back, and worked it slowly in and out of me.
If someone had told me a stripper would be freaking me this morning I wouldn’t have believed them, but she moved with the same skill as she did on the stage, and I knew I would have to charge top dollar for her. I was losing my breath slowly, and what little air I had in my lungs rushed out when I felt her tongue touch my clit. She never moved the handle out, and her tongue worked me until I was practically screaming for her to let up. By the time she was done, my hair was plastered to my forehead, and my lipstick was gone.
“Make sure you get top dollar,” she whispered into my ear right before she ushered me out of the room. I got all of her information from the owner, and once I got home I made sure to call Symphony with the news.
A few days went by before I heard from my client. She told me dinner was a smash, and she hadn’t had a chance to call because they had been getting buck wild in his condo for the past couple of days. She was just now getting home. Those are the things I like to hear when I set a client up. A few of my clients went on to marry their dates, and a lot of those same married couples asked me to headhunt other couples that were in the swinging business.
Dr. Charles and Cynthia Montgomery was my reason for being up at six in the morning and rushing to catch a flight out to California. They were recommended to me from another couple that I helped out a few months ago, and her husband was the sole source behind this donkey that I’m toting around.
Anyway, they lived in a beautiful mini mansion in Bel Air, and in their line of business it wasn’t that simple for them to approach a couple in the matter. A good friend of mine told me about a swing party that was going down in one of the mansions not too far from their house, and I wanted them to be there.
As mentioned, total discretion has to be in effect at all times because the people that I dealt with had lives to go back to