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?"
"Um...yeah?"
Jace chuckles. "Sounds like just my kind of challenge." He stands up and walks toward me. "Let's get started."
"Wait...what?" I'm confused. What do I do now?
He opens his jacket and shows me the bulge in his pants. My mouth drops open. This man must be packing something enormous if he's showing it off like that.
"Are you ready?" he asks, giving me a wink.
I swallow hard. "Yeah. Let's go."
He kisses me quickly on the lips and leads me into the bedroom. I follow him obediently, unsure of what will happen tonight. As soon as we enter, he grabs my wrists and pins them above my head against the wall.
"What are you doing?" I ask nervously.
"Just relax," he whispers.
I nod. "Okay."
He ties my hands together behind my back using his tie. When he's done, he slowly slides my panties down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine. As they pass my knees, I can feel his hot breath on my skin. Oh God. That feels good.
Jace leans forward and starts licking my pussy. I moan, feeling my juices start flowing.
