This follows on from the Carly and Steve stories and is the 7th in this series.
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"Bloody hell," Emma exclaimed to Carly, "That was Ian, he wants to meet me for a drink!"
The previous weekend they had met in a bar and ended up having a full blown orgy with 7 of them involved. Emma had given him her number but hadn't really expected him to call. After what they had all got up to that night she had assumed he was just being polite.
"Are you going to meet him?" Carly replied.
"Yeah, I am." Emma said.
"I don't blame you," Carly went on. "Just be straight with him about what you do from the start this time."
"I'm going to," Emma added, "I hope he's ok with it, he seems like a nice bloke."
"I can't see that he'd have a problem," said Carly, "He has watched you take it up the arse from 5 blokes in one night! I don't think he's expecting that you live like a Nun!"
Emma smiled, Carly had a point. Emma was still concerned though as there was still a stigma attached to her job. She was convinced that he wouldn't want to know her once he found out she was a prostitute.
Emma and Ian arranged to meet the following Thursday, she was a complete bundle of nerves by the time she was ready to leave. Emma wore a pair of black trousers and a tight red top that showed off her 38DD tits. She was a size 14 and a little bit bigger than she wanted to be but men always complemented her on her body. Her dark brown shoulder length hair and dark brown eyes were her best feature she thought, although most of her men would look a little lower! She kept the make-up to a minimum as well, she only overdid it these days when working for the maximum "Whore" effect.
Ian was already waiting or her a the bar when she arrived, he was taller than she remembered, about 6' 1", fairly slim with cropped hair. He immediately remembered why she fancied him and was hoping he felt the same.
"Hi," he said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You look lovely."
Emma blushed and gave him a smile. This was the first proper date she had been on for years. She had been with her estranged husband for 8 years in all, so she had only had the odd one night stand and clients in all this time.
They had a couple of drinks and chatted, just small talk at this stage. Neither had mentioned their previous night together.
"So what do you do for a living then?" Ian asked.
Emma had dreaded this bit but decided to take Carly's advise and tell him straight. She had no plans to quit her job, the money was too good, so he had to either accept it or forget her.
"I work in a massage parlour," she said, "Call me a whore, prostitute, hooker, whatever you like. I sell my body to men and make good money doing it."
Emma tried to sound as bold and brassy as she could even though she was shaking.
"I'm not surprised you make good money!" He smiled at her, "Not after what we got up to last weekend!"
Emma felt the relief, he didn't seem bothered at all.
"Does it not bother you?" Emma questioned.
"No." Ian said, "I wasn't expecting you to be the Virgin Mary after what we did that night!"
"Thank god for that!" Emma felt relaxed now this was all out in the open.
"Look, I'm not making any promises of anything serious but I like you." Ian continued. "Let's just see how things go, you might even be shocked by some of the things I get up to!"
Emma was intrigued by this comment, Ian clearly wasn't bothered about her past or job and sounded like he may have lived a bit himself.
After a couple more drinks the conversation turned more to sex.
"So how many clients do you see in a day then?" Ian asked.
"Usually between 6 and 10," Emma answered. "My record is 15 though!" She continued proudly.
"And what about at one go?" He asked.
"Carly, me and 2 other girls did a party once with 12 men, that was my most extreme job yet." She replied.
"How did you enjoy it?" He continued, clearly getting turned on by this talk.
"I had a great time," Emma said with a cheeky grin. She noticed he had a bulge in the front of his trousers now.
"Drink up," Ian ordered her, "We're leaving!"
Emma did as she was told, loving this good looking man taking the lead like this. Ian soon flagged down a taxi and gave him his address, his flat was about a 10 minute drive away.
As soon as the taxi pulled away they started kissing. Their hands started to wander over each other, the anticipation was building quickly. Emma could feel herself starting to get wet, while Ian's erection was now straining to get out.
Ian paid the taxi driver, giving him a sizeable tip, he didn't want to waste any time waiting for change. Once through the doorway into the flats, Ian pulled her close to him and kissed her again. He thrust his hand between her legs and started to rub her. He could feel the wetness through the material already.
"Shouldn't we actually get inside first?" Said Emma pulling away. "Anyone could come outside and see us!"