I had known Alexis for years; we had practically grown up together and hung out a lot, though we were never romantic.
She was just a fun girl to be with, a little tomboyish back in the day even through high school and college, a trait that belied her great looks.
Alexis was hot, and though she was only 5'2, she had a firm, round ass, big boobs, long dark hair and expressive blue eyes.
There were times I had thought about screwing her back then, but she was a friend, and hard as it was, I pushed it out of my mind.
When she had gotten a job in another state when we were 21, we lost touch other than the occasional greeting card and even less frequent telephone call.
So I was surprised when I heard she had returned back home after being gone about six years; it turned out she had lost her job due to downsizing and though she had gotten another position here at home, it was part time and she was barely making ends meet.
Still, given her bubbly personality, Alexis seldom complained about her diminished situation. She just would find a way to try and change things.
We did play catch up and resumed hanging out like we did in the old days; outside of being a little older and more responsible, Alexis was still her hot and vibrant self.
Neither of us were seeing anyone, so there was no partner around to complain about how much time we spent together.
She had gotten another job a few nights a week, though she didn't get into what it was being outside of a job in "entertainment."
I figured she'd taken some club job or something, and didn't press further. We'd been friends long enough for me to figure if Alexis wanted to tell me about it, she would.
Nor did I tell her about me checking out the back page ads of the weekly trade paper and hiring escorts who advertised on them at times when I'd get horny and stroking off just didn't cut it.
Looking back, I figured the fantasy of banging Alexis never went away, because the girls that appealed to me the most were busty brunettes just like she was.
On the night to be outlined in this story, Alexis had gone to her second job around three thirty and for some reason, I had been feeling horny.
I had been scanning the ads as usual when I came across "38D Brunette Offering Fun and Fantasy."
Though there had been no phone number in the ad, there was an email form to send for details and appointment to "Crystal," so I fired off a response with an email address that I used for these kinds of things.
Crystal emailed back almost immediately, saying she did have appointments open that evening, and gave me her going rate.
It was a little higher than I usually paid, but I figured that she was going to be worth every nickel. Besides, I had a raging hard on and no other outlet to relieve it.
As I did before to avoid curious stares of nosy neighbors when I hired hookers, I booked a motel room for my appointment with Crystal, emailing her back with the motel and my room number. She would be arriving at seven.
I had taken a shower and put on only a pair of boxers, stretching out on the bed to wait for her to arrive, watching a good porn movie on TV in the meantime.
I was now relaxed, engrossed in the movie, which had a scene happening of two women doing 69 by the swimming pool when there was a knock on the door of my room.
My girl had arrived, I thought.
But when I answered the door, we both got the shock of our lives.
"Crystal" was my longtime friend Alexis!
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "Michael?!"
"Alexis? THIS is your second job?"
I looked around and then pulled her into the room. "Your second job is being a hooker?!"
"Don't stand there and judge me and make it sound so dirty," she snapped. "It's helping me pay the bills. I make more in a week screwing a few horny freaks than I do in a month being a glorified secretary. And what are you doing hiring women for sex anyway? It isn't like you would have trouble getting them without paying for it."
"Well, I guess I'm not always the type women want."
She sat by me on the bed. "Really, Michael, you an attractive, sexy man. If you'd quit being so shy, you wouldn't need to hire women to get laid."
"Perhaps I need to work on that then," I nodded. "So tell me....how did you get into this? What made you want to do it?"
"Well," she smiled a little. "I saw the ads too, especially what some girls were making a night. I needed the extra income and I love sex, so I pretty much decided to earn a few dollars doing what I had been giving away for years."
"But aren't some of those guys.....creepy?"
Alexis nodded. "I've had a few weirdos, but as long as they pay me, I try to get through it. I've even gotten faking orgasms down to an art."
"You pretend to cum?"
"God, Michael, you make it out like it's an unpardonable sin. If you've seen some of these freaks I had to screw, you'd fake it too."
"So...if you don't mind me asking, how many guys have you done, you know, to get paid for it?"
"Just a few regulars so far," she replied. "The first one today was from the assistant dean over at the university. I've had him before. He's about fifty years old and likes to have me dress like a schoolgirl with no panties under my skirt. Then he'll bend me over his desk, flip up the skirt, and smack my ass while screwing me from behind. He'll usually cum about ten minutes afterwards."
"Jesus," I said, making a face. "Guess you aren't kidding about freaks."
"Hey, he pays me five hundred dollars in cash each time, probably so wifey doesn't find out he's banging a twenty seven year old hooker over his desk. Then after he cums, he'll pull my skirt down and say 'You may be dismissed,' before he goes and flushes the condom."
"Five hundred bucks for ten minutes to get your ass beat while he's fucking you doggy?"
"Yep. And if you think that's weird, there's the father and son act that are big shits at one of the department stores. Dad is the owner, and sonny boy is some executive. Anyway, I get to go up to the old man's office once a week, where he wants to get a blow job while he watches sonny boy fuck me. I'm not big on threesomes, but it's fifteen hundred dollars each time I do them."
