Arrangements Are Made for the New Escorts First Date
Fran, the co-owner of Midnight Magic Escorts, was calling Clare, her newly hired virgin escort. The young music student's New York City escort licence had been approved and Fran had staged a bidding war among her wealthy clients as to who would take the newbie's cherry. She was not surprised that somebody would pay $16,000 to open up her womanhood. An Arab oil sheik had paid one of her girls twice that for a weekend at an exclusive hideaway in the Caribbean. She would give half to the girl and expect her to be shocked and happy. This was the monetary help Clare had told her she needed so badly, that she had applied to become an escort.
Fran had sent out a short biography of the newbie, along with copy of her recent high school yearbook picture which showed off her sweet, innocent and very pretty face. The winner had discouraged others as he frantically bid more whenever his previous bid was topped. He was obviously willing to go to almost any price. Mr. R. was a wealthy patron of the arts with a special fondness for the cello which was shy Clare's instrument at the Julliard School, Music Division.
When Clare answered the phone in her dorm room that morning, she smiled and instantly an erotic image popped into her mind.
"Hello doll, this is Fran, your new boss."
The image of Fran with her head buried in her crotch, licking her clitoris expertly caused her pussy to begin to moisten at the thought. She replied shyly,
"Hello Madam. I hope you and your husband are well."
The young student had spent many evenings masturbating her throbbing pussy thinking about the wonderful thick black manhood of Fran's husband that she had once tasted in her mouth and the heavy balls she had held in her tiny palm. Her pussy throbbed and gushed at the thought. With the phone at her ear, she spread her legs, demurely lifted the edge of her pleated plaid skirt up to her waist and ran her index finger down the camel toe crease of her white panties. She moaned slightly in pleasure. Anyone witnessing this would have thought that here was a girl that needed a good fucking. And that is precisely what she was going to get later that night.
"Oh, yes. Jerome and I are fine. He asked me to say hello."
She added on as an afterthought. Jerome had blue balls for a week after being frustrated in not being allowed to fuck Clare's very willing pussy at her interview for the escort job.
She thought, "Say hello from him, hell no. He told me he wants the tip of his cock to say a big hello to the deepest end of the new employee's tight vagina."
Fran decided to get on with the conversation and had to check on an important point. "Now girl, you haven't been messing with any boys since your interview, have you?"
"No madam," she stated shyly. "I did exactly what you told me."
Clare was true to her word and stayed away from boys. But she HAD doubled the amount of times she fingered herself to put out the urgent heat of her pussy. Tasting and touching Jerome's magnificent cock and feeling Fran's hot tongue on her clit had awakened a strong passion. The sure knowledge that she would soon be made a real woman at the hands of a man had her mind in a primal sexual frenzy whenever she thought of the coming event.
"GREAT!!" Fran burst out, relieved, and the thought of dollars beginning to form in her mind. She took a deep breath.
"Tonight is your first date sweetie, congratulations. He is expecting your call. I will text you his cell phone number. Did you remember to pick out an escort alias name? What is it? "
Clare giggled and said happily, "I chose Celeste, Madam. You get it? Celeste, the cellist. I thought it would be appropriate."
Clare's mind was in a bit of a fog as she had slipped a finger under the part of her panty which covered her girly parts and was slowly stroking up and down the slit of her soft down-covered pussy with a special twirl around her clit at the top of each stroke.
"Thanks very much for arranging this. I will call him the moment you text me the number."
The text arrived in less that a minute. Clare stood up and straightened her skirt as if she wanted to be less casual when she talked with the gentleman who would make her a woman. Her emotions were conflicted between sexual anticipation and nervous energy as she dialled.
"Hello", a strong baritone voice answered. "How can I help you?"
Clare, the now renamed Celeste, replied, "Hello sir, my name is Celeste. I am calling from the agency. I understand you wanted to be with me this evening."
"Of course, Celeste. I was expecting your call with great anticipation."
If Celeste had been in his penthouse apartment she would have seen him smile and lick his lips. He continued like a man who was used to giving orders.
"I have arranged a limo to pick you up at 7:00 tonight. Please be ready at that time. Bring your cello. I would love to listen to you play as I cup your breasts and stroke your pussy."
He could instantly hear Celeste catch her breath. This was exactly what he loved to do, take a girl immediately out of her comfort zone and establish the sexual tension as well as establish who was in control. He wanted her to think about this when she is driving over.
Celeste blushed crimson and whispered shyly, "Yes sir. I will bring my cello."
He continued, "Wear a white blouse that buttons in front and a long black skirt. You know, the type of outfit any female cellist would wear when performing in an orchestra. Also, I like plain white panties and do not wear a bra."
Celeste blushed even more at this. "One last thing, I do not like a lot of makeup. Just the simple stuff you use in a normal day will be fine." His voice then turned to a firm tone.
"Am I totally clear, my dear?"
"Yes sir. I will do everything you say."
Celeste replied meekly. Thank goodness he had mentioned the cosmetics since she had assumed that all her clients would want extremely gaudy makeup like the harlot she would be playing. She had even gone out and bought flaming red lipstick and other exotic makeup which she had never used before. She had felt it would be something she could hide behind like an actress. "My goodness", she thought, "Now I will have to be myself."
Mr. R smiled and finished confidently, "Yes, you WILL do everything I say. I look forward to fucking that tight virgin pussy of yours." He could hear her sharp intake of breath.
"Don't worry Celeste. You will be in safe hands. Good bye for now." And he hung up without waiting for her reply.
Celeste dropped the cell phone from her ear and held it to her breast as she gazed dreamily at nothing as random erotic images raced around her brain. She had mixed emotions. Mr. R seemed like a real gentleman even as he was talking to her about such base sexual acts. She knew she should be offended but instead it gave her a thrill. Her sense of sexual anticipation was growing as her anxiety was shrinking. After daydreaming for many minutes, she began to get ready for her very important date.
The Limo Ride
When Celeste's cell phone call came from the driver, she was ready and with her cello went out of the student's residence to the waiting limo. The driver, a rather ordinary looking middle-aged New Yorker in a blue uniform, opened the door with a big shit-ass grin.
"Good evening Madame", he said as he looked her up and down lecherously. He could see her erect nipples poking under her white blouse. "My name is Bradley."
