I hadn't ever seen an escort before. A prostitute. I guess I wanted someone to pay attention to me. And to do something forbidden. I'd been looking at websites for the past few weeks and thinking about what it would be like to pay a girl to fuck me. I didn't think I would go through with it. It seemed it was just a fantasy I was indulging in. That's kind of how I ended up there. Throughout the whole process of browsing the websites, calling the agency and getting on the bus to the address, I was convinced that I wouldn't actually do it.
I had settled on a girl called Rosie. She looked like she was pretty. Well, her face was blurred in the photos, but they gave the sense of a pretty girl. She was slim and had a hot body. They had photographed her in plain white underwear on some vintage furniture. Each girl had a set of facts like a top-trump card. Rosie was 23, five foot three, bra size 32B and British. In one of the photos she was facing the camera and pulling the front of her panties down so you could almost see her pussy. Men had left reviews saying how beautiful she was. I called the number this morning and spoke to a disinterested woman who took my details and told me that Rosie was free for an hour at 5pm.
My stomach was full of butterflies the whole day. I left work early and got the bus to St John's Wood, an upmarket area in North-West London. I was ten minutes early and I hung around on the other side of the road. A fat man wearing cheap jeans came out the flat at five to five and I realised that he had probably just fucked Rosie. A couple walked passed having an argument. Eventually 5pm came and I crossed the road and knocked on the door, which immediately opened and a female voice from behind the door checked my name and asked me to come in.
The flat was unambiguously a brothel. There was a lounge area just inside the door, where two girls with thick make up and rolls of fat around their bellies were sitting in their underwear. The woman showed me straight into a bedroom. It was hot in there. The window was wet with condensation and there was some kind of shutter or board behind it and there was no natural light. She told me that Rosie would be right through and closed the door. The room was tasteless but not shabby. The walls were purple with several framed soft focus photos of girls wearing thongs on the beach.
I stood by the bed wondering where I should be when Rosie came in. Sitting on the bed? On the chair? Should I take off my clothes? She came in and I was hovering half between the bed and the chair with one shoe off. She was wearing slutty underwear and immediately took off her bra and showed her small breasts and small pink nipples.
"You must be Aaron!"
She was loud and not how I had imagined from her photos. She was not pretty and had long fake eyelashes. She was young but her make up made her look older. She was in reasonable shape but not as slim as I thought she would be. She smiled broadly and her smile was crooked and showed buck teeth.
"Is it an hour my love?"
