Disclaimer: Hi, this is my first erotic story, both on this site, and ever, therefore, I apologize if it's a little slow to start and a bit clunky in places. I always welcome feedback, and will do my best to improve. Enjoy!
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Rose was tired of being a virgin. She'd watched every one of her friends hook up through the years, give a wistful sigh, maybe try a dating app or two, but she always got distracted. By twenty-five though, she began wondering just what was wrong with her. She'd been on a couple of dates in college, nice skittish boys who were almost too nervous to make the first move, but they'd never done more than kiss, and she hadn't felt much for any of them.
She finally confided in her friend, Ella, over drinks. Her friend paused as she sipped her gin and tonic, examining the girl across from her. Rose was not unattractive, she was average height, with dark hair that fell to her shoulders, and a medium build, but she was not open, she seemed to shrink in on herself, her hair fell into her eyes, her shoulders were somewhat slumped, she definitely needed to get laid.
"What about a prostitute?" Ella cut right to the chase, and she could see Rose's blush creep all the way down to her chest.
Rose blinked, the thought honestly hadn't occurred to her.
"I - I don't know," she stammered, "the thought of being with someone like that who I don't know-"
"That's what's great about it," Ella leaned in with a gleam in her eye. "Come on, Rose, I'll set it up, all you have to do is show. Dinner, a hotel room, you'll have an amazing time, I promise. Just keep an open mind"
Rose thought about it for a moment then relented, "all right, it's a deal."
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What was I thinking? Rose stood in front of her mirror, eyeing her reflection in the long shimmering dress she'd pulled out of the depths of her closet. It certainly hugged her curves in all of the right places, Ella had loaned her a pair of black stilettos which made her look quite a bit taller. That, plus the makeup she'd applied after watching a couple of online tutorials, and she looked rather pretty, she had to admit.
Before she knew it she was at the restaurant of a four star hotel which was far fancier than anywhere she would have chosen, and seated, waiting for her date. She perused the menu and checked her phone, only to hear a slight cough, and looked up to find one of the most gorgeous men she'd ever come across. He was tall, lithe, with a trimmed goatee and kind brown eyes. It took some self control not to gawp as he gave her a dazzling smile.
"Hi, my name is Sam." His voice was deep, almost like a purr, and she nodded, unsure of what to say. He picked up her hand and kissed it, barely grazing her palm. She blushed.
"I'm Rose, it's lovely to meet you. So how did you know it was me?" She asked as he sat down, trying to regain control.
He chuckled, "several reasons, not least that you're the most beautiful woman sitting alone. I simply assumed."
She grinned, "thanks, but I'm sure that's not true." He frowned, but was interrupted by the waiter. He ordered a bottle of wine and she ordered a salad as an appetizer.
They drank and talked, and it wasn't long before she felt a light and pleasant buzz. It was incredible how easy it was to talk to him, she'd always been shy and introverted, and had only a handful of friends that she'd known almost her entire life. It was wonderful to open up to someone, so much so that she almost forgot that he was being paid to be there. Well, one of the perks.
Sam picked up the tab, for appearance's sake, she supposed, and before long they were at the exit.
"Can I interest you in a nightcap?" He asked, taking her fingers in his. She was still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and took his hand as he offered, stumbling slightly as he led her toward the elevator.
She followed him up to his room, a large suite with a living room that led to a separate bedroom.
"Wow, this is beautiful," she put her bag down on the sofa as he hung up her coat.
