Simone's 'Pretty Barista' moment inspired her favourite movie fantasy. But never in her wildest dreams did Simone think she would be a high-priced escort. Even Simone's harmless naughty streak wouldn't venture that far. That was until she discovery her new doctor's sexual therapy and how the Practice can turn any Guest's fantasy into reality.
Every session gets even better and naughtier. This story is my favourite! Simone.
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The Practice isn't just an exclusive medical centre for women. It's where they make my fantasy come true. It's a beautiful old terrace building with a prestigious address, heritage classic charm and luxurious facilities. There wouldn't be a Guest who didn't love attending an appointment. I smiled to myself as a gazed around the lovely Sitting Room.
I was enjoying a particularly good Pinot Noir and the warmth of the open fire, flames devouring a half-eaten log in the antique wrought-iron fireplace. The room is gorgeous for relaxing before seeing my doctor. The period furniture and furnishings are lovely and the chandelier is magnificent with its pendants glistening in the sunlight from the lace-filled bay window.
I'd come to appreciate fine wines and many more luxuries of life since meeting Marcus. We've been married almost a year. He enjoys having an attractive 32-year-old wife and I've always had a thing for handsome and much older men. Being 20 years older and considerably wealthy made Marcus quite a catch. Never married or in any type of relationship just made him perfect, having had my fingers severely burnt a few times.
In an around about way, my last indiscretion was how I came to meet Marcus. I like to think of myself as a model and a part-time barista but in reality, it's more the opposite. I left a café in a trendy Italian precinct after being caught having too much workplace fun with the owner. A new café job in the inner-city harbour business area is where I first saw Marcus.
I'd never served so many well-dressed customers. The women looked hot in their executive outfits, expensive accessories and attractively made up. But it was Marcus that caught my eye with his salt and pepper hair and designer three-piece suites. Even the table conversations about financial markets, business restructures and corporate governance were nothing like what I was used to, or had the slightest idea about.
It was during one of those café chats when I had what I call my 'Pretty Barista' moment. Pretty Woman is one of my favourite movies. I didn't realise how much I loved the movie until that day. I've been living the fantasy of a high-class escort ever since.
I overheard Marcus mentioning that it was always awkward not having a partner for corporate events when I placed his short black on the table. 'I'm available,' I joked with a sexy smile, neither of us even knowing each other's name.
I'll never forget his reaction. His puzzled gaze lifted to mine and his eyes suddenly widened. The conversation paused as they roaming over my body as if assessing what was on offer. I just stood there, listening to my heart thumping in my chest as I embarrassingly waited and wondering, 'Why on earth did I say that?'
Marcus' gaze drifted from my face, framed in jet-black hip length soft curls to my full 34D breasts, slender waist and defined hips to linger at my toned legs in a mid-thigh skirt, probably imagining me in heels rather than the comfortable flats. I'm use to that look from men but it didn't prevent a shiver rippling down my spine.
It wasn't like me to blush so much and of course I made a joke of it. But Marcus gave me two business cards and asked me to write my name and address on one and said to be ready at seven in evening wear. It gave me just enough time after work to get home, shower and get ready. I didn't have an idea of where we were going. All I could think about as I drove home was what I had that closely resembled evening wear!
I searched through my collection of clubbing dresses, finally selecting the one that I thought the least revealing. A smart jacket covered most of what the dress didn't and I slipped on a plain pair of high-heels instead of my favourite platform pumps.
'What have I done now?' I thought to myself as I nervously waited, passing the time doing an Internet search for KPMG that was on the business card.
Marcus looked gorgeous in a black tuxedo and I started to feel a little underdressed. He took me to a charity black tie dinner and the evening actually went very well. All I had to do was smile and look pretty, have a lovely dinner and keep sober while wondering if he was expecting sex. Not that it was a concern. I finally looked on in amazement as Marcus presented a cheque for a quarter of a million dollars on behalf of the business!
A couple of days later Marcus came in for a coffee and asked if I'd be available for other occasions. I eagerly accepted, which brought a cute little coy smile to his face. He paid for his coffee, handing me 20 one hundred-dollar notes and asked me to purchase a couple of outfits. I thought I was dreaming! I bought four gorgeous evening dresses but could have got a dozen of my usual outfits and still had change.
I accompanied Marcus at several functions over the next few months. We were corporate guests at international sporting events, hosted an overseas trade delegation and a couple of business conference dinners. There were also the occasional cocktail parties. It was exciting living life like a high-class escort. I noticed the way other men looked at me, imagining me as his expensive bit of fun. But Marcus was always the perfect gentleman.
Marcus mentioned that he managed the risk management division of KPMG, heading a team of business consultants. Their work involved frequent travel, assisting organisations world-wide with change management and restructuring to make them more efficient and profitable. It just made my pretty barista head spin.
I was really enjoying his company and on my best behaviour, leaving me a little sexual frustrated with the longest dry spell in my adult life! A new toy I named Marcus certainly got a workout, making me wonder If I should ask Marcus about purchasing shares in Duracell. But I thought better of it, not really knowing his sense of humour that well.
Marcus picked me up one evening to go to the ballet. When I asked what was the connection with his business, he simply said there wasn't one and he thought I'd enjoy the ballet. It was our first real date, the first time he took me back to his luxurious high-rise apartment and the first time we made love. The drought was broken. I moved in with Marcus a couple of weeks later and we were married within six months.
The sex is great but wonderfully different in a way I hadn't experienced before. There isn't the thrill of an affair with a cheating lover, the naughtiness of daddy sex or even the inappropriateness of a much older man. Somehow that didn't seem to matter. Marcus is such a wonderful person and we'd fallen in love and that's what makes our lovemaking so special. It was my Pretty Barista happy ending.
I still get goose bumps recalling how his eyes roamed over me at the café. Then giving me the two thousand dollars and being his young and pretty trophy partner. I've often fantasised what being an actual escort would have been like. Marcus was too much of a gentleman and isn't into that sort of thing. I mentioned it once to my doctor and his suggested treatment just blew me away. It's made me even more excited about the Practice.
I was finishing my drink when I heard my phone buzzing in my shoulder bag. The word Agency was displayed and I glanced at Maddisyn at her desk who seemed to be distracted with a call of her own. My heartbeat became more noticeable and my pussy moistened as my fantasy assumed a life of its own.
'Hello, it's Simone,' I answered in a sexy purr. 'Yes. I'm available . . . A doctor? Sounds interesting . . . You're kidding me, right? Doctor Love, really? What an appropriate name,' I softly laughed before ending the call.
