This one time, my friend gave me an address. She didn't say much about the place, only that I needed to go the next time I was horny. I'm not horny very often, which is weird for twenty three year old women. Maybe I should describe myself a bit.
My name is Emily; I'm a twenty three years old - living in England while I attend college. I have shoulder length brown hair that I usually keep up in a ponytail. I have a dark hazel sort of eye color that sparkles in the light. I wear glasses because it makes me look sexier. I'm a bit average height wise, 5'5. I sport two good C cup breasts, well for squeezing. And when I tend to my lower regions I like to keep it shaven. Less to mess with. I've been told my ass is pretty good, but I don't dwell on it.
The building was a corner building with an alley, no sign. I walked to the door; on the bottom was the name of the business that was scribbled on the paper.
Speed Dating: Sexy
I walked through the door, into a nice, air conditioned lobby. A woman with a tight dress shirt and pig tails was sitting behind a desk.
"Hello Mistress, are you here for a date?" she asks.
I'm a little nervous, so my voice is a little small.
"Um, yeah. Uh, my friend Gina sent me..." I finish.
A smile comes over her face, she giggles a bit.
"Mistress Gina frequents us a lot, she's quite a beautiful lady." she shudders with a smile and rubs her body all over.
"The next time you see her, tell her that Jasmine is craving for her to be back soon." she says hoarsely, she points to a row of three doors.
"You can pick one and go in. The first visit is on the house." she says slowly, I can tell she's in another place. Her breathing becomes heavier and her hand in under her desk.
The three doors are all the same, a nice dark mahogany with a gold plaque in the middle. The plaques read the following;
Jason - He's hard and ready
Raull - Our Mexican Delight
Barret - You'll Scream, we promise
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I'm starting to re think this decision, but then I decide that I need to have some fun. And this is the best way possible.
I pick Barret; French men have always turned me on. I knock three times, and from inside I hear
"Come in, my sweet." No accent, but that's even sexier.
I turn the nob slowly, when I open the door; I see a medium sized room with a queen sized bed. Nice formal sheets decorate the top, a few decorative pillows. The only other thing in the room was a small chair in the corner next to the closet. A plaque on the closet door read,