Chapter 5
KIERON
Most of the experiences I have had in my work that I have told you about so far have probably made escort work sound like fun, fun, fun! I get taken out, wined and dined, get more than my fair share of sex - some of it very good sex, the occasional bit of drama, a few weird but not unpleasant happenings - and I get paid for it all!
Sounds great doesn't it?
Well, most of the time it isn't.
Most of the day-to-day clients are pretty 'yuk'! Run-down, middle aged, often fat, sometimes grubby too. Nearly all of them badly dressed, even worse undressed! Boring, nothing to talk about except their job or their rotten wives.
They buy me a meal, a cheap bottle of wine and for some dollars, expect me to virtually fall in love with them - or faint at their sexual prowess. To most of them sex is simply a matter of shoving their little cocks in and out of me as fast as they can - and they usually need my help to get it up for them in the first place!
So the great times, the good lovers, the imaginative needs - they're the rare ones - and of course the ones I tend to remember best.
Luckily those on the other end of the scale are rare too - but they are around! The brutes, the sadists, the sheer animals!
Like the good times, any girl who is in this business has had her share of the 'nasties' - I'm not talking about the guys who try all sorts of tricks to avoid paying or who try their utmost to get more than they have paid for. Nor the guys who treat you like a piece of meat, just because in their minds they have 'bought' you. No, I mean the real 'nasties'.
Guys who connive, cheat and swindle - because that's the only way they know. And, even worse of course, the guys who beat, rape and, sometimes even kill - because, in their twisted way, they actually enjoy it
I have had my share of both, I've been robbed several times, off work because of bruises even more times and actually put into hospital twice!
The trouble is, when you meet a guy for the first time, in a bar, restaurant or hotel, you just can't tell if he is going to be a knight in shining armour or the devil incarnate. So you accept their money and find out the hard way.
Kieron, for instance, was a charmer. When he rang he had no reference - most of my clients are referred on by another client, someone has a good time - talks about it, as men - and women of course - do, names and phone numbers are passed on and I get to check the reference in my index.
But Kieron didn't have a name, he said he got my number from 'someone he had talked to, in a group of business men' but he couldn't remember the man's name. The person said I had given him such a wonderful experience that he, Kieron, just had to call me. He said he simply had to meet such a gorgeous, intelligent, sexy, talented lady - if only for a drink - and, if I didn't like him then that would be his loss, I could simply walk away.
It was his voice that got to me I suppose, it was deep, well modulated and obviously educated. But most of all, he made me laugh. Not that he cracked jokes or anything like that, I guess it was just the way he phrased things, innuendoes he put on things I said - I liked him. I had nothing to lose, so I said 'yes'.
He mentioned the name of the hotel he was staying at and asked if the cocktail bar there was convenient, or would I prefer to meet somewhere else, my choice. I said that where he was would be fine, after all, if he did seem O.K. it would be easier to just get in a lift and go up to his room than to muck around with getting a cab back from somewhere else. He went on to say that if we got on over a drink we could have a meal in the restaurant there, or his room, again my choice.
He was so believable, sounded so charming!
When I met him I was even more convinced I had made the right choice. Well dressed, a nicely cut three-piece suit, highly polished shoes - I always notice a man's shoes, they tell you a lot about the way he takes care of himself - clean shaven, dark, wavy hair with touches of grey at the temples and a bright, open-faced smile of greeting.
We sat and had a drink together, his conversation was witty and he talked freely about a whole range of things, fashions, music, films - never once mentioning either his work or his wife, that made a change!
So I agreed to have dinner with him, again he asked me if I would prefer to have it in the restaurant - there was no pressure on me at all - I said, 'no, his room would be fine'. Dinner in a restaurant takes forever and unless I'm being hired purely as a man's companion at a function I prefer to eat where the action is going to be - it saves time and I get home to my own bed earlier that way.
We went up, chose and ordered our meals and he poured me another drink. I got the financial business out of the way, he paid cash - which he was to take back again later of course - and we carried on chatting while we waited for room-service and still everything seemed terrific.
As always, I had been trying to imagine what kind of body I would find under the suit - it's a little game I play with myself and over the years I've become pretty good at it. You know, how well muscled will he be, the shape of his thighs and bum, how big a cock will he have, long and thin or short and thick. That kind of thing.
I guessed he would be fairly lean, not too much fat on him, I like that. I thought his cock would be bigger than his general size suggested - you often find that's true of his kind of build. Medium sized men often have disproportionately big cocks, I don't know why, but it's true.
When there was a knock on the door from room-service I popped into the bath-room while the trolley was brought in, coming out only after I heard the waiter leave. As I walked across to where dinner had been laid, I suddenly felt a bit funny, my legs a bit wobbly - it passed and I sat down at the table. But I had only taken a couple of mouthfuls of food when I felt my head beginning to spin and realised I was going to faint. I tried to push myself away from the table, to get to the bath-room - but found I didn't have the strength. Everything seemed to swim around and then, went black!
I didn't know how long I had been out cold but when I gradually recovered consciousness I found myself tied down to the bed - naked!
It took a while for my eyes to bring the room into focus and while I was trying to do that I became aware of the sharp, cutting pain of cord or something like that, around my wrists, ankles, tight up beneath my breasts and around my throat - and a gag of some sort, that was tied so tightly across my mouth that I had difficulty breathing.
I was spread-eagled, my legs and arms spread wide and it felt as though the cords went down underneath the bed. I found I could move my legs a bit, I could bend my knees and pull them up a certain distance but I couldn't bring them together - and in struggling I painfully tightened the cords around my chest and throat. I was utterly helpless!
As my head cleared and I began to be able to focus properly again I saw him, sitting on a chair at the end of the bed, leering at me. At first I didn't recognise him, his face had changed completely somehow - now, in place of the open smile and laughing eyes there was a cold, intense grimness and a narrow scheming stare.
'Welcome back.' he said in a flat monotone voice. He then talked for what seemed like ages. First of all assuring me that the stuff he had put in my drink wouldn't do me any harm, that in a few minutes I wouldn't even have a headache - as though that somehow made it all O.K.
Then he 'thanked me' for providing for the cost of the drinks, hotel room and dinner - courtesy of my charge card and some fast talking at the Reception desk from my 'husband'. So, as well as everything else I was paying for his treat!
He then went on to tell be just how gorgeous I was, going on and on about each separate part of me at enormous length. As he used the most crude and foul-mouthed words possible the compliments he paid ended up sounding like obscenities. I got the very strong impression that simply talking about me in that way was arousing, gave him a charge.
All the time he was talking his cold, narrow eyes flicked up and down, first staring into mine then dropping, to stare straight up between my wide-spread thighs, at my defenceless pussy.
I have never been so absolutely terrified in all my life. I had no idea what he was going to do with or to me - but, being totally helpless I knew he could do absolutely anything he wanted and there wasn't a thing I would be able to do about it.
I'm not going to go into the details of that night, he raped me of course, several times and quite brutally. Not just with his cock either, he seemed to take a perverse delight in finding new things around the room to try to jam up into me. And not just up my pussy either, my arse came in for its share of his treatment too.
Once he started in on me his, until then constant flow of words, stopped completely. Every now and then he would make a small grunt of satisfaction or perverted pleasure as some action particularly pleased him. Even when he shot his filthy semen into or over me, as he did half a dozen times during the night, he made no other sound than the same, satisfied grunt.
I found later that he had tied me up in such a way that he could release my feet without disturbing the cords that held my arms, chest and throat. After he had tired of using my sex, he released my legs, then pulled them back up until my knees were on my chest, then retying the cords at the top of the bed. That way he could get at my bottom with the various toys he had lined up.
I thanked heaven when he had had enough of that, apart from the pain, I almost suffocated from the additional pressure of my knees hard up against my chest like that
Somehow, not being able to make more than muffled grunting sounds made it all the harder to bear - and the tightness of the gag meant I was constantly struggling to breathe, even while I was, at the same time trying to unsuccessfully relieve the pain with my screams.
