My Sexual Odyssey Part VI: A Working Girl

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My Sexual Odyssey Part VI: A Working GirlA continuation of the journey described in part 5:I decided to go to the club again that night, and talk to some of the people there. As nothing much happens until fairly late, I waited until an hour before midnight, then drove downtown. I entered the club and was greeted by the people who tended the entrance, to whom I was becoming a familiar sight. I looked for a table off to the side and searched for someone with whom I could converse. In no time I spied Tracy and waved for her to come over.“Hi Leica, what have you been doing?”“Oh, all kinds of things.”“Like what?”“Well, in additional to the usual, last night I turned my first trick.”“Really? How did it go?”“Surprisingly well, but then, the fact that I turned a trick was itself a surprise.”“How so?”“I was planning to meet one of my boyfriends at a hotel bar, but he called and said he couldn’t make it. Another man asked if he could buy me a drink. We talked and flirted. Then, just as I expected him to ask me to go up to his room with him, he asked me if I would do so for a couple hundred. I surprised myself and said, ‘Yes,’ and the rest went smoothly.”“Did you enjoy yourself?”“Yes, a lot.”“Do you have any regrets?”“Only that I never tried doing this before.”“So does that mean you are going to do it again?”“That’s a little hard to say. I mean, why would anybody want to pay me if they know I’m willing to do it for free? Anyway, since this happened the way it did, I can’t count on someone approaching me like that again, but if they did, I probably would!”“If that’s all that’s holding you up, then there is no difficulty at all.”“What do you mean?”“I mean you could work for me.”“Work? For you? How?”“I would like you to be one of my girls.”“You want me to be your whore?”“Why not? You already did it and liked it, and you said you wanted to do it some more, so what’s the problem?”“I know, it’s just that–”“You need some time to get used to it?”“I guess that’s it. I mean, no one ever asked me to be a prostitute before, not before last night that is. You really want me to be a prostitute?”“It’s not what I want, but what you want, if I am hearing you correctly. I’m just offering you the opportunity to do what you said you wanted to do.”“Of course, you’re right, I guess it’s all just a lot to get used to. I have to admit that there is something very slutty about it and that turns me on.”“Absolutely.”“How would this work?”“Well, it depends on kağıthane escort what you want to do. Are you interested in working full time?”“God no!”“Days? Evenings?”“Evenings, definitely.”“Weekdays or weekends?”“I’m not sure. But if weekends, then I suppose days might be okay. Do I have to decide now?”“No, of course not. I just want to get a sense of what you have in mind.”“Right now, it’s all happening so fast, I cannot be sure.”“That’s okay, no hurry. Let me tell you how it operates.”“Okay.”“I get requests from gentlemen looking for companionship. Those coming to me want T-girls and CDs. After they describe what they want, I contact the girl and ask her if she’s interested. Sometimes the clients choose a girl they see here, and so they know that they want her specifically. If you meet here, you can talk. If you don’t, then it is like a blind date.”“Where would we go?”“There is a hotel right next door. We have an agreement, so there’s no difficulty.”“It all sounds so simple.”“It is. The client pays me a ‘finder’s fee’, so to speak, and he pays me the money that goes to you. That way you don’t have to haggle with the client and no money changes hands, unless he decides to give you a tip on top of everything else, which often happens. At the end of the day I give you the money you earned. That’s about it.”“Wow, it’s all so smooth and clean.”“Yes, and safe as well. We have bouncers and they look after the girls quite well. Lot’s of girls show their appreciation for that, although they really don’t have to.”“I see. So what do you think I’m worth?”“Depends on the amount of time involved. I like to keep things simple, and charge a flat rate, one hundred and hour, regardless of what you do, or who the girl is. So, what do you think? Would you like to try it? No obligation!”“All right. I’ll be your whore.”“Great! When would you like to start?”“Hmmm, I don’t know. Got any suggestions?”“How about tonight.”“Tonight? Oh my God! Really?”“Why not?”“Well, no reason, actually.”“Wonderful! I have a couple of things to do. Let me know what you decide and we can begin right away, if you want to.”“Okay great. And thank you!”“Not at all. And do try to relax. I think you will like this life.”“I do hope so!”“Okay, I’ll see you in a little while.”“Thanks Tracy.”So, I’m really going to do this! Unbelievable! Yesterday at this time I was ‘straight’, at least in one sense of the word, and now bakırköy escort I’ve turned one trick, and agreed to turn others–a lot of others. What an amazing odyssey this has become!I sat there for over an hour, sipping my drink and fending off offers of still more drinks, as well as a few requests to dance. I needed to think about this, and think about this seriously. Finally I realized that my only reservation was the same one that had accompanied my actions all along: one of fear. There was no question that I was going to do this, so I might as well just plunge right in and do it. I spotted Tracy and gestured her to come over to my table.Tracy looked at me quizzically, and I took a gulp of my drink and said, “Okay, let’s do this.”“Tonight?”“Yes.””That’s great!You won’t regret it.””I hope not. This is really weird.”“I already have some people expressing interest.”“Already? Wow!”“Yes, of course. Don’t be so surprised. It happens all the time.”“I see. Well then, what next?”“Why not come with me; I’ll introduce you, and you can join him for the inevitable drink at his booth, after which you can take it from there.”“Okay, let’s go before I change my mind!”“Great, come on.”We walked over to the booth, where a fifty-something man was seated. He looked either like a former military type or an ex-football player, with salt and pepper hair, and a beefy but muscular build. He stood to meet me, which was sweet, and invited me to join him after Tracy introduced us.He said his name was Jim, and asked me to sit next to him. I complied. The usual small talk ensued, during the course of which he touched me lightly and tentatively, as though anticipating rejection. I began to feel sympathy for the man, so I flirted with him a little, all the while snuggling next to him so as to relieve his anxiety. This appeared to please him greatly, and he grew more bold in his advances, which were not refused.After a bit more of this, I placed my hand on his thigh, and he seemed most pleased. He touched my shoulder, then my back, then my hair. I smiled encouragingly, and he looked nervous as he asked me if I would be interested in going next door with him.I swallowed my drink, grabbed his cock, and said, “Let’s go.”I thought he would faint, but he turned red-faced, rose immediately, and, placing his hand against the small of my back, escorted me outside. The crisp night air was a welcome change şişli escort from the atmosphere inside the club, and we walked the few steps to the hotel next door.I was beginning to have second-thoughts about this, but I realized I was feeling an adrenaline rush that was due more to excitement than to fear.We got to the hotel, walked inside and the clerk, an older lady asked, “How long sugar?”I guessed this kind of thing happened a lot here. We went upstairs and hurriedly entered the room. He drew me to him, and was breathing heavily. “bloody hell, you’re one hot little thing!””I try.”As he cupped my ass in his large hands, I could feel myself getting turned on. I knelt in front of him and undid his pants. The thick cock of his sprang to life, and I put my hand around it and gently held it. He moaned, and I put that wonderful member into my eagerly waiting mouth, and sucked for all I was worth. I slurped and slurped, and he grew bigger and bigger. He became more aroused, and began to pump mightily. Finally, he erupted in my mouth. He came in powerful thick spurts, and I enjoyed swallowing every last drop. He was completely spent. Then he said, “Girl, you are one hot little slut. Come on sweetheart, let’s get on the bed.”I stood up, let my dress fall to my ankles, but retained my stockings and pumps. He picked me up, carried me over to the bed, and gently placed me on it, lying down next to me. We stayed there a while, then he seemed to become aroused again. This excited me, and so I sucked on his cock again.”I want to fuck you. I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours. I want to cum in your ass.””My pleasure,” I responded, and got on my back.He reached for a tube of lubricant I had deposited onto the nightstand and as I lifted my hips and spread my legs, he began lubricating my already dilating asshole. He mounted me and placed his cock at the rim of my ass. I reached down and guided him in. The thick bulb of his head gently penetrated, then slid easily all the way in. I felt so full.I moaned and told him how much I enjoyed putting out for him. He seemed pleased by that, and began to pump his cock in my ass. I wrapped my stocking-covered legs around his waist and we moved in a pulsing rhythm. The sensation was first slightly warming, then it quickly grew to a searing heat, with my own thrusts meeting his. I felt so whole, so complete, like this is what I was made for.”I love fucking for you. I really love being fucked,”I said.He became more and more excited, pumping faster now, and harder. “Come on sweetheart, give yourself to me. Be my bitch.””I am your bitch!”“Good girl! Now fuck for me like you mean it.”And I did. After what seemed like hours, the sensation continued to build and I started to buck.”That’s it, girl; get off for me! Let yourself cum

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