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In the fall of 2017, my wife KK and I had an opportunity arise for a combined business-pleasure trip to Las Vegas. At KK's suggestion, she prompted me to think about organizing a sex encounter for one evening after our business was complete - she wanted to be surprised, and thought I should be the one to organize the encounter as a reward for a recent accomplishment she was celebrating.
I had about a month of planning horizon. As I began to think about KK's request, I decided that I'd want a "sure thing" if I could come up with a means of arranging it. We'd had our (un)fair share of flakes, fakes, and disappointments, so I wanted to avoid that if I could figure out how to go about it.
One evening, mostly out of the blue, I did some internet searches looking for male escorts willing to service woman. It took some refining, but the search terms 'straight male escort for women Las Vegas' and variants turned up some reasonably focused results.
After several days of on-and-off effort and research, I narrowed things down to a rough half-dozen services that had at least some air of legitimacy. I reached out, contacting them via their web and phone query pages to see what the process was like, gauge the opportunity, and evaluate the range of possibilities.
My notional thought would be to arrange an evening with a male escort for KK, a possible "sure thing," a means of avoiding the fake/flake problem, and less logistically troublesome than using dating sites or more casual means of finding a candidate encounter partner.
The rough idea was to find an attractive, willing escort that might provide sensual massage, as an opener, then follow through with more erotic, intimate pleasure for KK, while I watched and chaperoned the event.
It took some effort, but I found a service that was amenable, with a 'stable' of a dozen male escorts, willing to work with couples, a handful of escorts that advertised massage skills in their profile. I honed in on one candidate, a guy that I thought would definitely appeal to KK. Furthering my inquiry, he was available in the right time frame, OK with the scenario I laid out, and other than being exorbitantly expensive at $400/hour or $3,000 for a full night, a fit for the job.
I told him I'd be back in touch, in the interim, he suggested that we go through the agency's screening process to get the ball rolling. That took a couple of days, including some deceptive calls to verify my employment, exchanging photos and ID info with some stuff redacted, but it all went largely without a hitch - setting the discomfort aside.
Once the screening was done, I booked the appointment. The final detail I resolved was the massage table - the escort, Evan, suggested that the hotel could provide the massage table via their concierge, to save the trouble of having him haul in his own. I took care of that detail when I finalized the suite booking with the Venetian.
All that was left was the wait, the build-up to the main event. From the time I booked the session, throughout the early part of the trip itself, KK kept after me, pressing for details, asking questions, probing me for clues about her 'surprise' encounter. I used it as an opportunity to tease her, to build anticipation for the night, but stopped short of telling her about the guy, that he was an escort, or much else.
The day of the encounter, I'd booked an appointment for KK at the Venetian's in-house spa; a "full ride" including body treatments, manicure/pedicure, hair, and make-up.
While she was being pampered in the hotel spa, I got the suite set up. The concierge staff delivered a massage table, including a small cart with extra linens and various oils. An hour or so later, room service delivered some appetizers and two bottles of champagne, iced in buckets. I was running this show, so I'd brought along the outfit I wanted KK to wear - a strapless, form-fitting black cocktail dress, my then-favorite pair of her 'fuck me' stripper shoes - black platform patent pumps that I enjoyed seeing her wear. I laid out the dress and shoes - no underwear, no stockings, I wanted it to be simple, uncomplicated as I watched her being undressed by Evan.
KK came back from her spa visit, looking simply gorgeous. KK had some questions about the massage table, I told her that it was for her surprise. Then I pointed out the outfit I'd laid out for her to wear.
She argued a little about the outfit, but acceded to my choice with minimal pouting. Exactly on the dot, there was a knock on the suite's door. It was Evan, nicely dressed, in slacks, a blue dress shirt, red tie, and blue blazer. He looked fit, professional, a perfect match to the photos on his agency pages. KK was definitely pleased - her smile, flirty touching, and engaging conversation with Evan were all the go-ahead I needed to prompt for the next step.
I spoke up, "KK baby, I've arranged for Evan to give you a sexy massage... is that good for you?"
KK responded without speaking - she walked over, between the suite's window and the massage table, reached back and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. KK stood nude, save for her fuck-me heels, with a demure smile on her face.
