I think I'm hot for my best friend.
I don't know if my heart wants him, but my pussy sure does.
Problem is David is cute and sweet while I'm nasty and spicy. He is the kind of guy that says "sorry" when someone bumps into him. He can't eat thai food because it's too hot and one of his oldest hobbies is to collect miniature models. Dav is the nerdy software developer who never really had much game and is only now picking up women cause he grew into a fine man, without realising it.
And the last couple of years, he got into brazilian jiu-jitsu and... hmmm. His body is getting really really good.
But me?
I'm a sex worker.
My oldest hobby is to collect sex toys and I could eat thai food with my pussy.
I like men who choke and humiliate me. I like men I can choke and humiliate.
And Dav has VANILLA written across his forehead, I'd probably fall asleep half way through fucking him.
By the way... yes, I'm a sex worker & no, I will not get into the politics of it all. While I do think that's an important conversation to have and I know there is a lot of abuse in the industry, those are not the points of my story right now. So, to get that out of the way: I'm a 26 year old woman who graduated college and has a great relationship with her family, I do this willingly because I enjoy it and the money is lovely. We good?
Moving on!
I want to tell you about David, but before we get there, I have to tell you about Joe.
There are a LOT of men in my life (occupational hazard and all) so you're gonna have to pay close attention.
Joe is Joseph Willard Matzen III, my brand new client.
Or... potential client.
You know all this 50 Shades of Whatever erotica telling you that CEOs like to be dominant in bed? From my experience, it's not quite like that.
Powerful men are used to being dominant in all things.
Being dominant in bed, to them, is like missionary.
It's boring. It's vanilla.
But you know what isn't?
Being controlled.
Being tied. Being spanked. Being humiliated and told what to do.
That is new and exciting.
But it's also tricky for a rich testosterone-infused CEO to admit he likes to be bound and collared while a woman shoves a butt plug up their ass.
That's where I come in.
I work for a company that provides such services and just this afternoon, my boss called me in his office to tell me all about Joe.
And this is where I am right now.
A nice elegant party organised by my bosses so that I (and other fellow coworkers) can try to impress the client so he'll pick one of us.
I have to seduce him.
I have to make him want to fuck me.
Then I'll to be his for a month and he'll pay me a small fortune for my efforts.
Win-win, hm?
But first I need to get hired.
My plan?
Well... I don't really have one.
What I do have is pussy juice down my thighs because I work best when I'm horny, so I made damn sure I was riled up before coming here tonight.
The perfume I have on is not enough to hide the smells on my skin: sex, sweat and a good time. Well, that and Chanel n.5.
"Yasmine" my boss introduces us "This is Joe Matzen" he is already surrounded by six gorgeous women. All professionals like me. All desperately trying to get the job just like me "Joe" he adds "This is the girl I wanted you to meet".
I'm a really good lay.
And funny thing is most people think that has to do with what I do in bed.
The way I ride dick.
The way I kiss.
The way I moan.
The way I cum.
And yeah, I am good at those. But great sex is about what you do outside bed, just as much as in it.
I'm a good lay because, when I finally take a man to my bed and let him fuck me, he is already desperately hot for me.
Foreplay starts way before the clothes come off.
Foreplay starts with that first look.
The first touch.
I say hello and I am already doing my best to make them want me naked.
I like to water their lust until it grows into passion, into desire... into an erotic obsession. Then I let them have me. Not before.
It's like making someone starve before offering them a hot meal.
Part of the flavour comes from the wait.
Joe looks good.
Tall and steady. His face draws immediate attention: there is something youthful and provocative about his smile, but his eyes are deep and sober, like you'd only find in a serious man. There is a shade in the bottom half of his face, like he tried very hard to get rid of his beard, but it's always on the brink of returning. His eyes have a difficult color to describe... they look dark at first, but once light hits them just right I can see some blue. His hair is dark brown and messy, but his clothes are flawless.
And he is obscenely rich.
Obscene being the key word here, as that's my favorite one.
"A pleasure to meet you" I take his hand and let the word pleasure dance on my lips. Cliche, I know. But I'm a whore, leave me alone.
"Pleasure is mine" he shakes my hand gently. His voice is calm and deep.
Business like.
"I believe" my boss tells him "That Yasmine here would be perfect for what you're looking for"
"I see" he says, analysing me from head to toe like he is checking the tires on the car he just bought.
Half the women around him take the cue from our boss and leave Joe alone.
But other half still linger so he has to say:
"May I buy you a drink?" he points to the bar and I let him take my waist and guide us there.
He doesn't seem very sure on what to do next.
It must be his first time.
Not his first time having sex, but the first time buying it.
He is trying to check me out while ordering the drinks. I decide to take over.
"So, Joe. Are you gonna tell me what they offered you?"
"I'm sorry?"
I like men with deep voices. They translate well when they are whispering hoarse moans against my pussy. I quite enjoy those.
"The other whores around you just now. What were they offering to do to you?"
He bites his lip looking awful serious. He is leaning against the bar and I wish I had my paddles with me. He has a nice little tushy I'd love to spank..
"I don't like that word" he admonishes me "I don't think it's polite"
"That's too bad" I sigh, emotionless "I didn't ask what you thought of my vocabulary. I asked what did they offer you"
His eyes become harsh.
"You're not very polite. When people talk to me, I'd rather them be polite"
"And when men talk to me, I'd rather them be obedient" I let the last word snap out of my lips and he feels it.
"Well" there is a shade of a smile over his face but he is still keeping himself in check. Won't last "You're the professional. What do you think they offered?"
"That wasn't an answer" I bat my eyelashes at his disobedience.
He feels the pressure and yields.
"None of them were direct. They read about me online and tried to use my interests and hobbies to get my attention"
"Oh, that's too bad"
"Yes, I thought it disappointing also. I heard so much about the business your boss runs here, I thought women would be more...."
"No, I don't think it's too bad they were disappointing. I think it's too bad you broke so fast"
"I broke?"
"Yes, you answered my question. Too bad"
He comes closer, sliding his arm on the bar.
He smells good.
I'm gonna enjoy this.
"I thought you were only polite to obedient men"
"Yes, but the disobedient ones get punished" I touch his tie. Slowly. Such a prude touch that, yet, feels very sexual "And I do enjoy punishments. Don't you?"
"You know the answer to that" he laughs "Because your boss clearly shared details of my interests with you that he kept from the others. Interests that I'd rather the world not know about and that I never shared myself, not even with girlfriends."
"Hmm" I agree "So, what is your kink, Joe? You want a woman to shove a dildo up your ass while..."
"Woman, you're gonna have to respect me" he growls, displeased.
I stare at him with freezing cold eyes.
"I wasn't finished" I snap "You're the one who will have to respect me" he hesitates. They always do, these rich spoiled brats. They are far too used to being heard and obeyed. Surrounded by yes people. "I was saying..." I repeat, slowly "Do you want a woman to shove a dildo up your ass while she spanks you with a leather whip? Or would you rather have a woman turning you into her pet without anything too specific?"
I can see the doubt glowing in his eyes.
Rich boy, so very used to being catered to, staring at a crossroad.
Answering my question will hurt his dignity.
Not answering will hurt his desires.
"I don't know what your boss told you" he begins "But I am looking for something new. I have no specific desire for... anything... going into any parts of my body. I am just curious about trying something new"
"Hi Joe, where have you been?" a redhead who also works with me has her arms around him "I don't know why you are wasting time with these other girls, when you're coming home with me"
Far from me to shame a fellow sex worker, but some of these women have no game.
Still... Joe laughs.
The fact he is laughing at that stupid comment lets me know I am losing him.
Maybe I went too far too fast?
"Well, Yasmine" he looks at me "Why should I pick you?" he asks, in front of the redhead, treating me like I'm a brand of yogurt at the supermarket.
"Excuse me?"
"You're the professional your boss singled out" he has his arm around the redhead "So I'll give you five minutes to convince me. Or twenty, if you feel like giving me a private demonstration"
Men.
Men don't understand that sex workers sell their time not their bodies.
They cross the line. They treat us like objects.
Powerful men are even worst.
