stilettos, she quickly stood and did a spin before the mirror, admiring the view. She looked like a movie star from old Hollywood: glamorous, sexy, and dripping with confidence.
People became escorts for many reasons. Chloe knew girls who did it to pay for school or to get enough cash to take fancy vacations. Some women were hoping for a client to fall in love with them, then whisking them away to raise a baby in a mansion somewhere. Chloe, on the other hand, was doing it for the thrill. She loved seducing a stranger, feeling those first tendrils of desire connecting their bodies. It was a rush and a bit of an addiction, if she were honest with herself. It also meant she never faked orgasms with clients – she was in it for the real deal.
From the bedroom, she heard her phone starting to buzz, and she quickly walked in to pick up the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Chloe. It's Ryan. I just wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight. I'm excited to meet you at last," came a deep, masculine voice. It was rich and throaty, and Chloe was reminded of honey when she heard it.
"We are definitely still on. I'm already in room 901 waiting for you. Have you been thinking about what you want us to do tonight?" She sat down carefully on the bed, a smile spreading across her lips. Ryan sounded just as sexy as he had looked in his application.
"I have a bit of a surprise for you. I hope you don't mind if I've taken some initiative in planning our fun."
"What type of surprise?" She cocked an eyebrow, not sure if she was pleased with this turn of events. Normally, she liked full control of a situation, and a client bringing in an unexpected element made her a bit nervous.
"Don't worry; it's all within your rules. I just wanted to fulfill a special fantasy of mine tonight. I'll let you know more when I get to the room."
"When do you expect to get here?"
"About fifteen minutes. Trust me; I'm going as fast as I can. I can't wait to see that sexy body in person. I’ll see you soon, beautiful."
Chloe put down the phone and jiggled her foot in contemplation. Ryan's idea for a 'surprise' was unexpected, but her red flag radar wasn't going off. For one thing, she always had plenty of safety persuasions. She knew where the man worked, had given her friends pictures of the guy in case anything untoward happened, and had requested a substantial deposit upfront.
As far as she could tell, he was just a wealthy, bored man who needed a professional to help him explore his kinks. It was more common than people thought, and she was well practiced in making men like Ryan have the night of their lives. Maybe he wanted to be spanked, maybe he was into pegging, or maybe he liked role play. Whatever it was, she could make it happen for him. For a price, of course.
The cellphone buzzed again, and she saw a text from Ryan pop up. Traffic; will be late. Why don't you get the party started early and send me some pictures?
"Well, I am pretty turned on already," she mused, biting her lip and looking at the text in consideration.
She reached under her dress and pressed her palm against her panties. There was a small wet spot right in the middle, and she absentmindedly began to stroke it. She then moved the tips of her fingers to her waiting clit. As she touched her sensitive nub, she arched her back and groaned, feeling sparks fly up her spine.
The phone buzzed again. A re you touching yourself, you dirty girl?
Giggling, Chloe grabbed the phone and snapped a quick photo of her hand under her skirt. She sent it to Ryan, then focused her attention back to her aching pussy.
She rubbed a semi-circle around her little button, feeling the familiar pressure build in her center as she did so. She imagined how Ryan was reacting to her photo. No doubt he was rubbing himself in his car as he sped down the street, and the thought made her even hornier.
She took her other hand and began to rub her breasts, firmly kneading the large mounds with her palm. Her hips rocked
People became escorts for many reasons. Chloe knew girls who did it to pay for school or to get enough cash to take fancy vacations. Some women were hoping for a client to fall in love with them, then whisking them away to raise a baby in a mansion somewhere. Chloe, on the other hand, was doing it for the thrill. She loved seducing a stranger, feeling those first tendrils of desire connecting their bodies. It was a rush and a bit of an addiction, if she were honest with herself. It also meant she never faked orgasms with clients – she was in it for the real deal.
From the bedroom, she heard her phone starting to buzz, and she quickly walked in to pick up the call. "Hello?"
"Hello, Chloe. It's Ryan. I just wanted to make sure we're still on for tonight. I'm excited to meet you at last," came a deep, masculine voice. It was rich and throaty, and Chloe was reminded of honey when she heard it.
"We are definitely still on. I'm already in room 901 waiting for you. Have you been thinking about what you want us to do tonight?" She sat down carefully on the bed, a smile spreading across her lips. Ryan sounded just as sexy as he had looked in his application.
"I have a bit of a surprise for you. I hope you don't mind if I've taken some initiative in planning our fun."
"What type of surprise?" She cocked an eyebrow, not sure if she was pleased with this turn of events. Normally, she liked full control of a situation, and a client bringing in an unexpected element made her a bit nervous.
"Don't worry; it's all within your rules. I just wanted to fulfill a special fantasy of mine tonight. I'll let you know more when I get to the room."
"When do you expect to get here?"
"About fifteen minutes. Trust me; I'm going as fast as I can. I can't wait to see that sexy body in person. I’ll see you soon, beautiful."
Chloe put down the phone and jiggled her foot in contemplation. Ryan's idea for a 'surprise' was unexpected, but her red flag radar wasn't going off. For one thing, she always had plenty of safety persuasions. She knew where the man worked, had given her friends pictures of the guy in case anything untoward happened, and had requested a substantial deposit upfront.
As far as she could tell, he was just a wealthy, bored man who needed a professional to help him explore his kinks. It was more common than people thought, and she was well practiced in making men like Ryan have the night of their lives. Maybe he wanted to be spanked, maybe he was into pegging, or maybe he liked role play. Whatever it was, she could make it happen for him. For a price, of course.
The cellphone buzzed again, and she saw a text from Ryan pop up. Traffic; will be late. Why don't you get the party started early and send me some pictures?
"Well, I am pretty turned on already," she mused, biting her lip and looking at the text in consideration.
She reached under her dress and pressed her palm against her panties. There was a small wet spot right in the middle, and she absentmindedly began to stroke it. She then moved the tips of her fingers to her waiting clit. As she touched her sensitive nub, she arched her back and groaned, feeling sparks fly up her spine.
The phone buzzed again. A re you touching yourself, you dirty girl?
Giggling, Chloe grabbed the phone and snapped a quick photo of her hand under her skirt. She sent it to Ryan, then focused her attention back to her aching pussy.
She rubbed a semi-circle around her little button, feeling the familiar pressure build in her center as she did so. She imagined how Ryan was reacting to her photo. No doubt he was rubbing himself in his car as he sped down the street, and the thought made her even hornier.
She took her other hand and began to rub her breasts, firmly kneading the large mounds with her palm. Her hips rocked
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