I sell fantasies. Allusions. Beautiful, dark, twisted nightmares. I give the people what they want.
I've been birthday presents, bachelor and bachelorette party gifts, anniversary presents, graduation gifts.... you name it.
I've given people experiences they will never forget, possibly could never have. I live my life serving others. But what do I have left for myself? I say I live a life of lust and a lack of love and common sense. Or at least I did. This isn't a story about those who knock my sexual exploits and desire to be a defense attorney. This is the story of how I figured out what would make me happy, and how I fixed part of my life.
I hated this part of my job. I stood at the door of a hotel suite dressed as an EMT. Now I've never known an EMT to wear 6 inch stilettos, but... One of her friends opened the door with a smirk on her face. Cautiously and sincerely I mentioned that I had been called to deal with someone who fainted at a party, a blushing bride. They point me in her direction. The look on her face was priceless. She hadn't fainted and told me just that. I told her, "Not yet...
I came with no boombox or mp3 player. I liked to sounds my audience made to be my music. I walk up to her, putting my leg on one of her shoulders. Placing my hands on either side of the chair, I slide into a split. I straddle her, grind on her, force her to the floor, pin her arms down. Tease her mentally with all of my clothes on. Besides, I'm hired to give the bride one last exploit. I try not to make my clients feel to dirty in these situations. Don't want them to carry that much guilt or shame with them to their weddings. I save the stripping for their thirsty friends.
Once I've made sure I caused the bride's pressure to rise, I get her back into her chair and focus on entertaining her friends. They tip best anyway.... After stripping down to nothing and collecting about $300 in ones, I start collecting my clothes. The Maid of Honor invites me to stay for the rest of the party. I find that weird, but stranger things have happened.
I'm offered drink and food and find myself really enjoying the company of these women. The Maid of Honor pulls me aside and propositions me. I don't find it at all alarming. $500 for 2 hours is what she offered. I wasn't sure what she wanted but that would be a nice extra piece of cash. We sneak away to a bedroom. Locking the door, she asks me for a lap dance and that I strip down to nothing again. I pull her from the bed and suggest she do it first. We take turns stripping and feeling each other up. Once I am done, I get on my knees and began rubbing her legs. Slowly, she feels more and more confident and spreading them apart. I push her feet up on the bed and encourage her to lay back. I take my time applying short licks to her clit, then longer ones, longer ones that involve the grazing of a tooth until I'm just sucking on it. She squirms and moans beneath me. I add my digits into the mix. One finger and then two. I stop licking and look up at her. She sits up staring at me in disbelief as I stroke her g-spot with a "come here" motion. Her entire body is soaking wet and steaming but she shivers like she is cold. I haven't taken up my 2 hours but I feel done. I think we should renegotiate....
Her lips meet mine and I am thrown onto the bed. She climbs on top of me, thumbing my nipples as she continues to suck my face. I'm not as aroused by all of this like she is so she licks to fingers before shoving them inside of me. The surprise and initial pain turn me on. I force my hips against her fingers harder and harder wishing it was something else. I try to imagine a big, thick dick pounding in and out of me. I clinch my muscles down around her fingers hoping to build friction and my imagination builds on what I am wishing. I hit a peak and plateau. I want to give up but she won't let me...
After my two hours, I collect my payment and leave. Only think I've learned tonight is that I love dick and all my bills will be paid next month....
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