"Can you believe that guy just asked us that," my friend Michelle asked me. "To think he'd think we'd be willing to get paid to have guys fuck us."
"I agree," I said. "It'd be we were paid whores. I might be a slut, but I'm not a whore."
I hoped my reply sounded convincing. While I verbally agreed with Michelle about being disgusted by the fact Gary had just asked us if we had considered being professional escorts, inside me was another story. I felt my pussy twitching and getting wet at the thought. However, Michelle did not seem to feel the same thing, at least she was not letting on to it if she was.
As Michelle continued to rail away at Gary's proposition, I committed the number he left us to memory just in case I decided to follow through with the idea.
"But even though it sounds dirty," I said hoping to get a better feeling of Michelle's true reaction. "It's not like it would be something different from what I'm giving away for free plenty right now."
"Come on Lauren, you're fucking married. How can you even consider the idea?"
"Stop with the bullshit Michelle. You're married and I'm married. Yet, we've both fucked each other's gardeners, electricians, plumbers, handymen. I do believe you fucked the satellite guy one time and you got free service in exchange. What's the fucking difference?"
"It's just....It's just...That's different...I don't know."
"Admit it. You're just as much a fucking slut as I am and the thought of what Gary asked us turns you on more than you want to admit."
"Okay, Okay," Michelle admitted. "But I don't think I could do it. I have too much to lose if I get caught."
I had to agree with her on that. For the rest of the evening we continued drinking and talking. However, never far from my mind, nor the wetness in my panties, was the thought of becoming one of Gary's girls.
After I got home that night, my husband was out-of-town on business as usual, I brought myself to a couple of unsatisfying orgasms with my vibrator as I continued to obsess about what it would be like to paid for sex.
It is not as if I was not getting any sex. It just was not from my husband. George and I have been married for three years. In all honesty, the marriage has been passionless for some time. I married him because of the money he made and he married me because I was a former model with a flawless body.
He fucked plenty of other women. Neither one of us questioned the other as long as he brought home the money and I looked good on his shoulder at dinner parties. I was a trophy wife. I knew it, he knew it, and everyone else knew it.
While he fucked other women, I also did my share of fooling around. Every one of my personal training sessions, which were up to five times per week, ended with one final cardio session, except it involved nudity, a bed or a couch and John's cock in my pussy.
In addition, I found excuses to get many other men to fuck me. It really was not hard. I was a former model. I have long, thin and well-defined legs, a perfectly molded ass, super-flat stomach, high cheekbones, perfect skin, blonde hair and the best pair of 36C tits money can pair. I am not bragging, but I do have the ability to turn a guy hard with just a tiny smile in their direction. For most of the men who I have fucked, I am the hottest piece of ass they have ever had. Lucky for them, I am a borderline nympho.
Now, I had become obsessed with Gary's proposition. I told Michelle I was going to call him and set up an interview. At first, she tried to talk me out of it, but by the end of the conversation she made me promise I would tell her everything as she told me it was all she could think about since two nights ago.
I called the number. A lady answered the phone and set up the interview for the next day at 11:00 in the morning. Since George was still out-of-town and would be for the rest of the week, I knew I was safe.
The night was the most restless night of sleep in my life. I was part nervous and part excited and one hundred percent horny. The next morning's workout was only good in the fact that John helped take a little bit of the edge off, but I still had an almost insatiable desire in my loins.
Finally, it was time to get ready. I showered and went the extra-mile in putting on the makeup and doing my hair. I dresses in a halter that dipped low enough that a lot of cleavage showed and was loose enough that if I moved right, an onlooker could see my tits with very little effort. I covered a micro g-string with a very short and flared black mini skirt that moved very freely around my hips as I moved and would give everyone a good look at my ass if I turned quickly. I finished the outfit with matching lace-up stilettos.
Although I was nervous about the meeting, I could feel myself getting hornier and hornier as I drove to the address Gary had given me.
When I walked in, I noticed it was a very professional looking office. The lady behind the desk in the foyer looked to be in her mid-30s and was very attractive.
"How may I help you," she asked me in a very sweet voice.
"I'm Lauren, I have an appointment for an interview with Gary."
"Oh yes, he said a new girl was coming in today," she said as I saw her eyes look me over from head to toe. "However, he didn't tell me how fucking gorgeous you'd be. If this works out for you, you'll make a lot of money here."
"Oh, I'm not in this for the money. My husband makes plenty of that. I'm just here for the fucking."
I could not believe those words had just come out of my mouth. I was already talking like a slut and I had not even spread my legs for money yet.
"All the better," the lady behind the desk said. "My name is Nicole. Take a seat and I'll tell Gary you're here."
She got up from behind the desk and walked toward one of the office doors. She might have been 10 years older than me, but she was very hot. She wore a tight tank, which I had seen as she sat behind the desk, with a very short skirt that accentuated her long slender legs that we lifted by a pair of stiletto platforms. If I was bi, I would have been all over her, which still seemed like a possibility considering the level of horniness I was reaching.
It was only about 30-second later that Gary emerged from his office and directed me to come in. He helped me up and guided me to his office from where Nicole had just exited. As Gary guided me to his office, his dropped to my ass and then under my skirt. I felt my knees buckle a little as I felt his hand and the bare flesh of my ass. This caused me to move closer to him, which he encouraged with a little pressure of his hand. I think everyone involved knew I was willing to let him do whatever he pleased with me.
He sat me down in his office as he took his seat behind the desk. I glanced around the office. It was decorated nicely with portraits of some very attractive women. I noticed a nice leather couch with a nice glass coffee table. Next to the couch, I saw a TV that had a porn movie playing with sound muted. I wondered if that was always on, or if he turned it on in order to make sure I was turned on.
The interview was more formal than I had actually expected. He asked me what I was wanting. I told him my own ground rules about working for him. I was not willing to escort someone to a business function (too much of a risk due to my husband's connections around town), nor was I willing to do local men. I wanted out-of-town businessmen in hotel that wanted to get fucked.
