This time, he was searching the net with a difference. What was he looking for? Well a Call Girl, High class, Prostitute, an Escort, call it what you will. He was finally intending to carry out his lifetime ambition...
Mark was now in his early thirties. Tall, reasonably handsome, and the gift of the gab, he had never had any trouble finding female partners when he wanted to. But he still remembered that night many rears ago, when he was 13. He was watching TV one night when his parents were out. On BBC 2, there was a French film, late at night, and the topic of the film was about a French Call Girl. He enjoyed the film very much, and that was the first time he had ever masturbated knowingly, whilst watching. It wasn't that the film was highly explicit, but the whole concept intrigued him during that film, and then from that day on.
With the introduction of the Internet in the late 90's, Mark discovered, initially by accident Web sites devoted to Prostitution, Escorts and the like, including sites with ladies advertising their services with pictures. Many times, after searching, he would go and masturbate, imagining that he was going with a working girl.
He finally decided to live out his fantasy and contact a working girl.
His search found a girl at a local agency. . He went to her page, read her description and the services she was offering. She also had a couple of pictures displayed.
There was something unusual about this girl, Sharon. He could not quite work out why, but she looked familiar somehow. Although her face was erased, the pictures, esp. the single one with her clothed, looked familiar. He read the description again.
"Oh My God" he mumbled, I wonder if that is the new girl at work, there is such an uncanny similarity, resemblance. I wonder...
Sharon was a young graduate. She enjoyed life. Even more she enjoyed sex, her friends at university would often joke about her being addicted to sex. Perhaps they were right, she often thought. But, as a consequence of enjoying her life, she left university with a good degree and a huge Student Loan. She had found a job easily, working for the government in science, but the pay was only mediocre. Paying of her student loan would be a real burden.
One morning, on the news was an article about prostitution, and students taking up the role to pay their way... Her mind wondered... That evening at home, she sipped her coffee as she searched the net. She was amazed about the number of sites on escorts, prostitution etc. Very shortly she decided that being a streetwalker was not her scene, but an escort, well could be a different matter. After searching and browsing, she wrote to a couple of agencies. And eagerly awaited any replies.
She checked her email the following night. She had two replies. Both were very helpful, but could she do it. Yes she enjoyed sex, but could she sleep with a complete stranger, even if he is extremely good-looking and handsome, yet alone fat, and ugly? But then £120 an hour, at least to begin with, tax-free would be useful. A client per week would give her enough spending money for the week, without having to go to her bank account; it would almost increase her income by 50%. The opportunity was too good, not to at least try it out for a month. After all se did enjoy sex, and was frustrated with the lack of opportunities at the moment.
Mark emailed her, explaining his circumstances, asking for further information both on services and her, and received a very helpful reply. This continued for several emails, until he decided to go with her. True, she had no reviews, but he was becoming more and more positive that it was the new girl at work. Whilst she offered an in call service, it was only evenings and some weekends. However he was slightly unease, as this would be his first time with a working girl, and if it is her from work, it could be very awkward for both...
But he decided to go along with it anyway. Amongst her services she offered was Bondage, tie and tease, schoolgirl fantasy etc. Since many years ago, he had had one tie and tease session with some one; he decided to try it again. Soon the day arrived, and he saw her at work, albeit briefly. During the day he phoned her mobile to confirm the appointment but there was just an answer phone service.
During the day, he was become more and more apprehensive, about the whole situation, the fact that he was about to pay for sex, and that he may know, if only by sight the young lady. But did the day drag on...
The appointed time eventually arrived, and he rang the doorbell. The door opened and her hand could be seen, and her pretty face.
SHOCK.
It was Sharon. She recognized Mark from work, and was stunned, speechless.
Quickly, Sharon regained her exposure as she invited Mark in.
As the door closed behind Mark, Sharon placed her hand around Mark's head and pulled his lips down to hers as she kissed him passionately.
She withdrew, smiling as she did so.
"I think we've met before?" she asked.
"Yes, I think we have" he replied, "but this is our little secret eh?"
"Yes it is" she replied before she kissed him again, deeply and with energy...
He responded to her kiss, inserting the brown envelope inside her white blouse, allowing him to use his hands to caress her body, moving them gently up and down, as their kiss became more intense.
After several minutes of intense kissing, she withdrew from him, "So you want a tie and tease service?"
"Hummmm why not, might as well kill two fantasies with one stone..."
"Well Follow me" as she walked down the hall way, her bottom swaying from side to side as she walked, the brief glimpse of flesh between her short skirt and stay ups was showing.
She faced him, and started to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. Hmm she thought a real hairy chest as she slid the shirt of his shoulders. She undid his trousers, before pushing him onto her bed, and finally removed his shoes, allowing her to pull his trousers down. She left him in his pants.
"Move into the centre of the Bed." She commanded.
He did as he was told, and soon Sharon, dressed in her school uniform out fit was securing his wrists to the bed frame. Shortly after, his ankles were also tied up to the bed frame; he was unable to move any real distance...
She looked at him, with a devilish smile, an evil grin, "I do love tie and tease, my last boyfriend and I would frequently play".
