"Princess, you sure you still wanna go through with this?"
"Jesus Christ, Sly!" I said in exasperation. "Will you quit asking me that? Look, I said it was okay, didn't I? If I said I'd do it then dammit, I'll do it. I'll only say that I don't want to make a habit of it. And besides, this is a hell of a time to bring it up!"
Sly, if you didn't know it, is my agent. He and I are partners. We sell sex. Or to be more precise, we sell me. It's an unlikely pairing, a college-educated upscale Connecticut 'princess' and a street-raised tough guy, but it works. We've been doing this for quite a while, now, and have learned to respect one another not only for what we each bring to the enterprise but for who we are as individuals.
I mean, I appreciate how Sly finds and vets interesting clients and generally looks after me, but sometimes he can be a bit overprotective, like now.
"Okay, okay, Princess, I hear ya. I'm just a little surprised, is all, and I wanna be sure. I remember what you said before."
I calmed down a little. He means well, after all. He's a good manager and wants to keep me happy, and not just for the money I bring in.
"Yeah, Sly, I know what I said about my preferences. And look, I do appreciate your concern. But in our business, we have to be flexible, don't we?"
"Hunh. Well, Babe, you got no problems in that department," he said, leering at my trim waist and long legs.
"Ho ho. Very funny. Anyway," I said, "it's too late to change stuff now. The client'll be here soon. And yes, I really do think you should make yourself scarce. This one's likely to not appreciate you hanging around."
'This one' was certainly different for me, and part of the reason for Sly's concern. Another part was my unusual request for him to duck out. Usually when we do incalls like this in Sly's apartment, he stays around. He's a big, tough guy, and I like knowing that if anything goes pear-shaped, he'd be there to protect me. Once the guy and I get going, though, neither of us pays attention to him. If a client's really shy, Sly will stay out of sight in the next room with the door discretely ajar. Having sex with strangers is, if I'm saying anything profound, a potentially dangerous business. Still, though, adventure is a large part of what attracts me to the business. That and the sex, of course. Oh, and the money. Sure, the money's a definite plus, but I do have a regular day job with a prestigious law firm in the city that pays quite well. And besides, Sly's only had to step in a couple of times. His 'street smarts' make him very good at screening clients and letting them know ahead of time what'll happen if they step out of line. Given his size, they listen.
We chatted for a while, waiting for the client. It felt a little strange for me to be sitting there in street clothes. Usually I'm dressed in my 'working' clothes, a sheer teddy, black stockings and heels. Sly's pretty used to it by now, though I know damned well he enjoys watching me walk around in it.
The appointed time came and passed. About fifteen minutes later, the bell rang. Sly gave me a look and when I scowled at him, left the apartment by the rear door. I pressed the admittance button, and a few minutes later there was a knock on the front door. I opened it.
She probably could have been quite pretty, in an understated way, though she wore too much makeup, and her obvious nervousness didn't help. She was young, probably in her early twenties. She was dressed rather conservatively in a white blouse, tan skirt, and moderate heels. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail.
"I'm Darla. I'm sorry I'm late," she said, alternately looking at me and the floor. "I stood by the doorbell for a long time, trying to decide."
"Honey, that's okay. I didn't mind waiting for you. Come on in."
She looked around carefully before entering. "It's just us," I said. "My agent's out for the night. Here, have a seat."
I sat her on the couch and then joined her. "Can I fix you a drink?"
"Oh yes, please. Maybe a whiskey? Just ice."
I poured her a moderate drink. I didn't want her to get looped, and the way she was, it probably wouldn't have taken much.
"I suppose it's obvious," she said with a tentative smile when she had the drink in hand, "that I'm hoping to use this to calm my nerves."
"Honey, you've no reason to be nervous. Think of me like any other professional. Relax. We're here to have a good time and enjoy each other."
"I...it took me a long time to get up the courage to ask your man. He's pretty intimidating, but once I got talking to him, he seemed okay. I mean, I'd never done anything like this before, but I really wanted to try it. I was afraid he'd laugh. But he didn't seem at all surprised at my request.
"Glad to hear it. He's not a bad guy, once you get to know him. And believe me, he's probably heard it all."
"Yeah, but a woman asking for a date with a woman escort..."
"Not a problem, Love. I'm certainly glad you got the courage to ask. Now, how about you put that drink down and let me see what we've got here."
She obediently put the drink on the table next to the sofa. She seemed to be a bit more relaxed. I stroked her hair and then gently pressed her shoulders until she eased back into the cushions. I started unbuttoning her blouse. She closed her eyes. I could hear her breathing picking up. When her blouse was fully open, I peeled it back and looked at her chest. Very nice. She had lovely, full breasts cupped in a lacy brown translucent bra.
Her head fell back, and I gently kissed her throat. I heard her intake of breath. I moved downward, my lips kissing her soft skin as I did, until I was on to the swell of her bosom over her bra. I waited until she clearly signaled that she wanted me to go on, and then I slid my arms behind her and unsnapped her bra and took it off. She had very pretty nipples surrounded by coral areolas. Her breathing picked up as I carefully kissed her right nipple and took it into my mouth.
"Oooh, that feels nice," she whispered.
"Yes, my love, it does," I said, as with my right hand I stroked her left breast and rolled its nipple between my fingers. I felt it stiffen in response. "You have very lovely breasts," I told her. "I'm going to enjoy this."
