Author's Note/Disclaimer:
Dear readers, this is a short scene/flash erotica (around 1.2k words).
If you're looking for a longer story, plot, or realism, I suggest you look elsewhere. Don't read if you're offended by prostitution.
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I can't believe I'm doing this! I must be out of my mind. My hands are shaking so badly that I can barely hold the hair brush.
I'm sitting in a suite room in one of the city's most luxurious hotels, waiting for the male escort that I hired to arrive. He should be here soon. I've never hired a gigolo before, but I really need to do this after my ex-boyfriend dumped me.
I hear a knock on my hotel door and open it to reveal him in all his glory: tall, dark, handsome, with an expensive suit. He looks like he could be a CEO of some major company, but there's something dark and brooding about him. I can't help but think about all the naughty things he could do to me.
He grins as he steps inside and gives me a quick once over.
"You look absolutely breathtaking," he says, his voice smooth and deep like honey. It sounds so sexy. But what am I doing? This isn't right.
"Thank you." No wonder he's a popular escort; he's so gorgeous! My heart flutters and I feel flushed.
He smiles. "You're not what I expected. You don't seem like my usual type of client."
I smile back at him. "Well, I'm not really sure myself. But anyway..." I take out some cash from my purse and hand it to him. "Here."
"Thank you." The male escort smiles again. He really has great teeth. "I'm Jace."
"Ali," I say, shaking his hand.
Jace puts his bag by the door. Then he sits down on the couch next to me and pulls a small notebook out of his jacket pocket.
"So, tell me about yourself," he says, opening up the book.
I hesitate. "What do you want to know?"
"Anything! What are your fantasies?"
My face burns hotter than ever. I didn't think this through very well. I mean, how could I tell someone like him about my fantasies without knowing anything about him first?
"Uh... I don't know. I don't have any," I admit sheepishly.
Jace closes the notebook and sets it aside. "No fantasies? Are you sure?" He looks genuinely concerned.
I nod. "Yes, I'm positive."
"Then why are you here?" he asks, his intense eyes staring deep into mine.
I sigh. "Because I just broke up with my boyfriend and I need someone to help me forget about him. I thought a guy like you might do the trick."
His eyes dance. "A guy like me? Someone who knows what they're doing?"