Sometimes the blessing you're praying and hoping
for isn't the kind you expect it to be. I'm not
even sure this is a blessing. I walked away from
this kind of life three years ago, when I finished
my degree in nursing and became a registered
nurse. But somehow, it always comes back to me.
After finishing my shift this morning, I got
home just to relax. That's when I got a call
from a past agent. I'm going to call him an agent
because anything else would sound way too inappropriate.
Carlos. He said he had a job for me. I told him
I was over it a long time ago. But yet, he still
calls me now and then with offers. I deny them,
of course. But after eight months, he hits me
up with an outrageous deal. Honestly, I didn't
even think he still had my number after all those
rejections. And the funny thing is, I'm actually
thinking of doing it. You see, he called me after
what was supposed to be a full eight -hour nap
and told me he had a job lined up where I'd be
an escort for a newbie. And when they say newbie,
it usually means virgin. I argued with Carlos,
of course, told him I was done. But then he said
the payment was $15 ,000. 15 grand. For me? I
can't even imagine how much he's getting with
his cut. That means the bounty is large as fuck.
My eyes literally sparkled over the phone. I've
never gotten that much. The most I've ever gotten
was 8 ,000. And that was from some bored old
guy who just wanted to talk all night. Nothing
sexual. Usually my escapades aren't sexual. Carlos
makes sure of that. So when he tells me there's
a $15 ,000 job, I know it's not ordinary. According
to Carlos, The guy I'm supposed to be claiming
is 20 years old. Actually, his birthday is in
four days. He'll be 21. And I'm a gift from his
father. His dad thinks he's too shy, too soft.
I don't know. Maybe he's trying to toughen him
up or something. He thinks the kid is too sheltered,
so an escort might help him come out of his shell.
So far, I know his name is Chris. The appointment's
set for three o 'clock, four days from now, but
I have five hours to decide. That's because I
have to get a few health checks done. Chris has
to get them too. And honestly, that's one thing
I respect about Carlos's agency. No one goes
in with STDs or surprises. Now I'm sitting on
my couch, deprived of sleep after an 18 -hour
shift, wondering if I'm really about to go back
to escorting. This is not the kind of blessing
I asked for. But on the bright side, if I do
take this $15 ,000 deal, it'll make a major dent
in my student loans. And it's a legit check too.
Chris' father owns a company and runs some kind
of charity operation where he writes checks for
people so this is going to be clean. I won't
have to mince or launder anything. I don't know.
A message pops up on my phone from Carlos. He
says, Your time is running out. I can easily
get a replacement. But if he could really get
a replacement, why ask me? I take a deep breath
and reply, yes, I'll do it. He sends a celebratory
emoji. I sink into the couch, sighing. What the
hell have I just signed up for? It's breakout
day, and I head to Carlos' place. Nothing has
changed. Not one bit. Same girls, same music,
same damn energy. The club is alive. Women dancing
like it's any other day, shaking their asses
under the colored lights. It's always been like
this here. I used to work part -time at the club,
just to make a little extra change. Carlos always
looked out for me, made sure I didn't get caught
up in anything that could ruin me. I chose the
company I kept. And he respected that. Carlos
was nice. Well, at least to me. He calls me into
his office, and I take a seat. He's by the cabinet,
pulling open a drawer. A folder comes out. He
always has one on his clients. I'm pretty sure
there's a black book somewhere, too. He slaps
the folder on the desk and flips it open. Inside
are all the details. Chris, his father, medical
history, preferences. Just one photo. So I'll
know who I'm walking into. The kid's already
checked in, Carlos says. Five star hotel, suite
level. He's expecting you. He slides over a hotel
key card and a thick envelope. Here's a thousand
upfront for whatever you need. Room service,
rides, emergencies. I nod. You're expected to
spend the entire night with him. I can't spend
the entire night. I cut him off. I have my shift.
Tomorrow. Well, you'll have to work something
out with him. My god, Carlos. What are you really
getting me into? I have a morning shift and I
cannot spend the entire night with him. As I
said, work it out. I let out a sigh. Of course,
nothing comes easy when $15 ,000 is on the table.
Maybe I can ask someone to cover my shift. for
at least three hours. I'm not going to get any
sleep. Jesus. I grab the items off the table
and storm out. What? Not even a thank you? Carlos
shouts behind me. Thanks, Carlos. I yell over
my shoulder. I head home and get straight to
it. I pull out all my body oils, my waxing kit,
my razors. I do the whole shebang in the bathroom.
I wax my arms. my legs, and I shave my pussy.
My entire apartment smells like cocoa butter,
honey, and coconut oil. It's been such a long
time since I've worn any of my sexy kits. I pull
out a lingerie set from a special box on top
of my cupboard. It's lace, shows a lot of skin,
and the thong is attached to the bra. I pack
a bag with overnight clothes just in case, though
I'm convinced I won't be spending the night.
But still, just in case. Lucky for me, Shauna
says she can cover my shift for the first four
hours, so I should be good to get at least a
nap before heading back to work. I toss my duffel
bag over my shoulder and fasten the tie from
my trench coat around my waist. I just bought
this for Christmas. It's brown and ankle length.
I think it gives off a seductive, steamy kind
of vibe. Maybe Chris might be into something
like that. I'm wearing nothing but my lingerie
underneath this trench coat. It feels odd getting
back into this routine, but I'm excited. Sadly.
I take a taxi to the Mojana Resort, which is
about a 30 -minute ride from my place. The Mojana
Resort is a five -star hotel that sits in the
center of the city. It has a spa, a pool, and
an all -inclusive option where you can eat, drink,
or do as much as you want. I check in with the
receptionist first, just to confirm what Carlos
told me about the room. She checks the booking
instructions and then directs me upstairs to
the 28th floor. I take a deep breath, scan my
key card, and push the door open. I have no idea
what to expect. Is this guy a criminal? A creep?
I don't know. At least I have my pepper spray
in my coat pocket. I can grab it quickly if anything
happens. That's when I open the door. Chris is
seated on the couch, playing video games. I sigh.
He's more of a geek than I expected. His hair
is... What even is that? Brown? Blackish brown?
Blonde? I have no idea. Maybe he dyed it or something.
He pauses the game and turns. Looking at me,
no expression, just stares. Hi, I say. Are you
Chris? He nods and sets the controller down under
the coffee table. Oh, you're black, he says.
And you're Asian? I have no idea what he means
by that. He laughs to himself. Well, technically,
I'm half Asian, half white. My dad's white. My
mom is Asian. Congratulations, I say. He laughs
again. I didn't mean any disrespect. Were you
looking for someone else? I can call to rearrange
that for you. No. He cuts me off. You're perfect.
He says it with hesitation. I just didn't expect
my dad to... To what? He shrugs. I don't know.
Sorry. Then he picks up his controller again.
I take a seat next to him on the couch, but Chris
doesn't resume playing. He just holds the controller
in his hand and eyes me. He's literally staring,
like some kind of fixation. You look just like
a doll. Do I? You're pretty. Thanks. So, are
we going to play video games all night? Oh, and
happy birthday, by the way. He shrugs. Thanks,
but... Do you want to play games with me? I shrug
back. If that's what you want to do, then okay.
That might just be the icing on the cake for
me. 15 grand just to play video games with a...
a dude. He tosses the controller aside. No, um...
He stands. I... uh... I don't know what to do.
Are you hungry? Are YOU hungry? Yeah. I think
we should get something to eat first. I mean,
there's a bar by the pool, if that's okay with
you. I mean, I'm here to please you, Chris. So
if you want to go down to the bar and have a
drink or two, then so be it. He smiles. We head
down to the poolside bar, and Chris orders a
cocktail and shrimps. I mean, there's nothing
wrong with a cocktail, but it's just... weird.
It's like a pina colada or something. I don't
know what I was expecting him to order, but it
definitely wasn't that. He finishes it in less
than five minutes and asks for another one. Are
you trying to get drunk? He laughs nervously.
I'm just a bit nervous. I have no idea what to
do with you. I sip on my glass of wine. I mean,
you can do anything. Well, as long as it's within
reason, not disrespectful or hurtful. Okay, well,
how about we head back up to the room, but you
can grab the drinks, and we'll take it from there.
I smile. Okay. I shouldn't even be doing all
of this. Why am I so into getting him comfortable?
By the time we get back to the hotel room, we're
both carrying two to -go cups. Mine has wine
in it, and his are another pina colada and a
rum punch. He sets the cups on the table near
the coffee machine. Uh, how old are you? 27.
Cool. Is that a problem? No, no, it's definitely
not a problem. I exhale. So, what do you want
to do, Chris? He shakes his head. I don't know.
Um, can I tell you something? Sure. This is going
to sound weird, but... I've never done it before.
Done what? Sex. Really? He nods. Not even just
the tip? A rub? Something? He shakes his head.
No. Why? He glances away. Okay, never mind that.
I smile. So I'm going to be your first then?
He shrugs one shoulder. If you want to be. Do
you want me to be? He nods. I guess that's what
we're here for, right? But I do have something
to confess. My heart skips a beat. Please don't
let this be some weird fetish where I'm tied
to a wall and have to suck toes or lick armpits.
I hope not. What? I don't think I can ever get
it up. Well, at least not around women. Do you
get it up around men? He shakes his head. No,
not like that. I mean, I've tried, even after
kissing or touching them, but it just doesn't
happen. I think something's wrong with me. Nothing
is wrong with you, Chris. Have a seat. He sits
on the couch. You just haven't met the right
one yet. I loosen the tie around my waist and
open the trench coat. Chris exhales. Then inhales.
But he doesn't make a move. I let the coat fall
to the floor. You can touch me if you want. Are
you sure? I nod. But when he reaches up, I stop
him. Wait, let me see your hands. He looks confused.
Go wash your hands. He hurries off like an excited
teenager and returns a moment later, proudly
holding up his freshly washed hands. Now you
can touch me. Chris's hand reaches for my stomach,
his palm pressing softly into my skin. He touches
me like a doll, like I'm something precious,
like he's exploring a body for the first time,
studying the rise and fall of my breaths. Feeling
anything yet? He shakes his head. No. What do
you think will excite you? He shrugs. I don't
know Is there anything you want to see? Chris
licks his lips and eyes my breasts. I cup them
with both hands. These? He nods. Yeah. I reach
for his hands and guide them onto me. How do
they feel? Good. Don't hold back. Let your instincts
take over. Don't try to filter it. Are you sure?
I nod. Chris's palms cover my breasts. He squeezes
gently, then moves his thumbs over my nipples
over the lace. He swallows, eyes locked on mine.
They look so good. Do whatever you're thinking.
I won't stop you. He reaches for the straps of
my bra and peels them down my shoulders. I stand
still, like a doll, completely unbothered. Maybe
because he's new at this, and because he's genuinely
sweet. Hmm. It's been a long time since I've
felt this turned on I press him into me and good
God I could let this man swallow me whole The
way he clings sucks holes. I lift my leg beside
him arching my back Chris fuck He pulls me pushing
me down onto the couch This is what I like He's
finding himself He stands in front of me his
erection bulging through his pants. I'm so So
hard I Reach for him over the fabric and yeah,
he's definitely hard I've never felt like this
Take it off He doesn't hesitate. He rips his
pants down and his cock springs free Jesus It's
so fucking beautiful. I stroke the tip with my
thumb, gliding over the opening, the way he gasps.
I feel completely in control. I lean in and he
stops me. Wait, are you sure? Yes. This will
make you feel good. I press the tip of my tongue
over the tiny opening, making his cock twitch.
Then I take him into my mouth and suck. Fuck
Fuck, sorry Shit, I'm sorry It's okay, it's all
part of it. I didn't hurt you, right? No, you're
like a born natural. He looks away. I got carried
away. You're fine. I stand and take his hand.
Have a seat. His cock is fully erect, and now
I'm wondering if I've just been dealing with
soft dick for the last two years. He's so fucking
hard, it would be easy to bounce on this. But
baby steps. Where are you going? Just right here.
I say, pulling a condom from my bag. Put it on.
He shakes his head. I - Didn't you learn in sex
ed? Oh, yeah. He rips the wrapper and rolls the
condom on like a pro. See? Easy. He smiles. I
unclasp the straps connecting my bra and panties,
sliding the lace down and stepping out of it.
Chris reaches up, his hands massaging my thighs.
Your skin, it's so soft. I tug his hands behind
me. Squeeze my ass. Now, relax. Chris leans back
into the couch. His cock is standing at attention.
I straddle him, moving my legs to either side.
he exhales relax I'm so fucking wet this should
be a crime I shouldn't be enjoying this as much
this is a job but God seeing him like this needy
wanting me those innocent eyes this kind of thing
only happens once in a lifetime I reach between
my legs parting myself as I lower down onto sliding
onto him feels like fucking heaven. Chris's head
falls back against the couch, his hands gripping
my ass as I start to move. You like that. I touch
his cheek. It's so fucking good. Don't get addicted
now. I think I'm already... I lift off and drop
back down. Fuck. He leans in to kiss me, but
I turn my cheek. I don't kiss. Sorry. Hmm. Hmm.
He's hovering over me his eyes wild I Spread
my legs for him Shit, he mutters guiding himself
back in His pace quickens. He's slamming into
me like a natural I curl my legs around his waist
pulling him in deeper He wraps me in his arms
and starts with slow maddening strokes in and
out in and out Kiss me And when he does when
our lips meet it's like my entire world explodes
My hips buck beneath him tension building stiffening
my core Suddenly Chris pulls away panicked Fuck
he rips off the condom and his release spurts
everywhere Good god. It's like a damn jet I I
can't control it. I… I crawl to him and cover
him with my mouth. When he finally calms, I release
him, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
He stares at me in awe, something new shining
in his eyes. He pulls me to my feet and kisses
me hard, holding me like he's afraid to let go.
Can we do this again? He asks, voice dripping
with excitement. Jesus, I think I've just created
a monster. And yet, I'm smiling. Because part
of me wants to feed him again. Worse, part of
me wants to be devoured. Damn, my next shift
is about to be so fucked up. You have met the
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