I don't suppose it will surprise anyone that, in the age of the Internet, texting, and beyond, it is not only possible, but extremely easy and pleasant to acquire the services of a female 'companion' when one is a busy lawyer visiting Washington D.C.
I am 34 years old, 5' 6" tall, with short, ash blonde hair, blue eyes, attractive and slim, though I admit I'm putting on just a little weight as I grow older. Oh, and my name is Lisa.
I was staying at one of the very best hotels on Pennsylvania Avenue, just across from the White House itself. I was in town to meet with some officials at the State Department. However, an international emergency had required that the key official absent himself, so I had extended my stay by a few days to accommodate him, and complete my meeting, even if a few days later.
So, what to do, with some free time, and feeling horny?
As I alluded in the opening paragraph, one can text one's desires and have them fulfilled - if you know where the text should be directed. I sent the following text to a national specialized escort service that a 'very good friend' had assured me was reputable, called "Click A Chick." I had arranged an open account with them before leaving Colorado, 'just in case':
(name withheld) hotel
rm 456
any girl
4-12hrs
'Any girl' meaning I would take whomever they sent, '4-12 hrs' refers to how long I would like her to 'accompany' me - oh, can I quit with the euphemisms?
I wanted a girl to FUCK, and to FUCK me. I wanted to cum gloriously, and bathe myself in her cum! Shockingly, lesbians like to fuck every bit as much as men do, and in my opinion, do a better job of it. God, my pussy was creaming just thinking about getting some strange! Feeling her tongue on my clit, my fingers and tongue in her sweet, hot asshole - I HAD to have it!
Within thirty minutes I received a response:
45 mnts
I began to have second thoughts. What would she look like? Would she be as 'open' to 'interesting' things as I am? Would she be nice, or would she be too business-like? A million thoughts like this were going through my head, and maybe a thousand times I thought of sending a 'CANCEL' text, but frankly, my horniness stopped me. I so longed to feel another female's body on mine, to feel her soft lips and warm breath racing over my skin, to taste her smell, and smell her taste, all over, to explore EVERY part of her...
Exactly 45 minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Bursting with curiosity, I swung the door open, to find the most adorable, teenage girl smiling back at me. "Click?" she asked, our code word.
"Click!" I said. "Please, come in." She walked in, carrying a small overnight bag, and wearing a demure denim outfit, skirt and jacket top, with a white cotton blouse underneath. Ankle socks and sneakers completed the outfit. Her hair was long, straight and chestnut brown, tied back in a ponytail that hung to the center of her back. Her cute ass swayed naturally from side to side as she walked toward the living area sofa.
She turned to look at me inquisitively, her sweet brown eyes asking if it was okay to sit there. I smiled.
"Yes, please make yourself comfortable," I said. She sat, straightening out her skirt demurely. "Would you like a drink?" She looked embarrassed.
"Umm, I'm not old enough to drink, and I don't really know what to ask for." There was a hint of a blush on her lovely face. She looked as though she'd just come from school, very little makeup, but tons of natural beauty.
"Well, wine's always a good choice," I suggested.
"Okay," she said, relaxing a little. I called room service and ordered some food and two bottles of a red that I like, but have trouble finding in Colorado, where I live. The big city has everything, doesn't it?
"Please don't be offended," I said, "but could you show me a driver's license or something, to prove you're at least 18?" Now it was my turn to be embarrassed. It's not like I use call girls all the time, so I'm not sure what the protocol is, but I also didn't want any headlines in my local paper of 'PROMINENT LOCAL ATTORNEY IN UNDERAGE LESBO CALL GIRL LOVE NEST SCANDAL.' The publisher is VERY conservative, but from the 'other' political party, and he'd no doubt love to embarrass me.
She giggled. "This is my first time," she said. "Do we always get carded?" But she showed me her drivers license, from Pennsylvania. She was indeed 18, and her name was Elizabeth (name withheld..)
"Elizabeth, what a lovely name. I'm Lisa, pleased to meet you." She nodded, and impulsively leaned forward and hugged me, and gave me a peck on the cheek. She smelled fresh and natural, unlike the rest of D.C.
There came a knock on the door. I answered it, and as expected, it was room service with our wine and some appetizers. He rolled the cart over near us, had me sign the check, then left. No doubt he was used to such things as two women drinking alone in a hotel room, and more.
"May I ask what a Pennsylvania girl is doing here in D.C., uhh, doing this?" It was an awkward question, but my lawyerly curiosity was aroused, as were some other emotions. She was cute and I found my body responding to her presence so close to me. I poured us some wine, and we both tasted, and found it quite good.
"That's good," she said, commenting on the wine. "Well, it's a classic summer job," she said, returning to the subject. "I work in a restaurant in town for my uncle, saving money for school. I'm going to Cornell this fall.'
"How nice," I said. "Cornell's a great school. So you're working two jobs?"
"Well, yeah. A full time job at the restaurant. One of the other wait staff told me about 'Click A Chick,' and it sounded like a great way to make more money on the side."