I have to tell someone about my situation and the event that occurred a couple of days ago. I don't think I can confide in a friend or especially a relative at this point. But I know I'll feel better if someone knows my story, at least I'll have to think this whole thing through by putting it down on paper. So as you read this I hope you won't judge me too harshly, just try to understand my situation.
A little bit about me first. I'm a young woman working my way through university. My goal is an MBA and then to work in some fabulous, innovative corporation, and eventually to be a President and CEO of my own fast rising start-up. Big ambitions for such a little girl my mom always says. But she's proud of me just the same. You see my mom works a low paying job and has struggled to keeps us afloat ever since she left my dad. So I've had to put myself through university which also means paying for my own apartment because I'm far from home. I suppose things would have been different if my dad was still in my life. I've never understood why she left him, I was only about 9 years old and all I can remember is that they used to fight a lot. The last time I saw my father was when I was 11. He seemed to just drift out of our lives or us out of his, I'm not sure which.
That part of my past is a vague mystery now. My mom doesn't talk about it and I sensed that it was a subject to be left alone even though I sometimes think about my father and wonder what he is doing and where he is. I've even gone as far as buying a book about doing searches on missing loved ones. My intention was to some day track my father down and try to have some kind of relationship with him now that I am grown up and on my own. Well things happen you know, sometimes unexplainable. Like being in the right place at the right time or vice versa as the case may be. That something happened to me.
As mentioned I have worked my way through college. I started with the waitressing jobs, worked in a bank, retail, etc. but I could barely afford the rent I was paying for even a scummy walk-up in the worst part of town. At one point I was working 2 jobs and studying for exams on less than 3-4 hours of sleep. The final straw was when my mom got sick. She needed surgery and had only limited insurance coverage. I was skipping the rent and sending my mom the money she needed. I was desperate to find a way out of this situation but also determined to continue my education and achieve my goals.
One of the waitressing jobs I had worked was in a fancy hotel that catered to high brow businessmen. There were always a few whispers and teehee's when some businessman would come into the restaurant with some young gorgeous well dressed woman. The gentleman was obviously much older than the young lady and I soon learned that these girls were escorts, paid to entertain these gentlemen with sex and companionship while they were in town. And they were paid well I learned.
I happened to befriend one of the young ladies that I had served a couple of times. She seemed pleasant and down to earth and looking for a friend. So we chatted a few times and even went out for coffee. She told me the whole story, how she got clients, how much they paid and also the in's and out's of the law. I was fascinated but told her I could never do that; have sex with men for money, 'no way!' I said. At the same time though I thought it was her right to do what she thought she needed to do. After all, I could understand that she had ambitions just like me.
Well, you know what they say, 'never say never'. As I reached my most desperate days I kept thinking about what my friend had said to me during one of our conversations, "You know you'ld do well in this business, men like petite little hotties like you." At that time I just laughed it off, but now I didn't see any better solution, at least a solution that allowed me my cake and to eat it too. So I took this huge scary step into a whole new world; slick men, fancy hotels, posh restaurants and lots of sex.
The sex; some of it is invigorating and full of pleasure and other times it is nasty and distasteful. I have developed my own regulars who see me whenever they're in town. Most of them I quite enjoy being with. Like Jake who can do wonders with his tongue and won't fuck me until I've had at least two earth shaking orgasms. I sometimes wonder how this fifty something guy makes me so wet. Perhaps it's because he fucks me until I think I'm totally spent and then rides me for another hour just for good measure. I get wet as soon as he books the appointment.
On the other hand there are those guys who go straight for my perky little nipples, suck them furiously for 2 minutes, then turn me over and slam my tight ass doggy style for 5 minutes(at best) and then blow their load. I always feel kinda sleazy and used after one of those 'slam bam thank you man' sessions, but I look at it as part of the business and I try to screen those guys out before I meet them. I usually meet a first-timer on my terms. That is to say I set the time, the location, the rules and the duration. I don't want to get stuck with a jerk or psycho for more than an hour. If the meeting goes well I usually tell the client that he can extend our visit if he wants or call me again sometime.
A couple of weeks ago I got a call from a gentleman that I had never seen before. He said that he had heard about me from one of my other clients, a friend of his, and he gave me his friend's nick name so I could be pretty sure that his story was true. Nevertheless, I put him through the regular scrutiny for a first timer and arranged to meet him at a nice hotel that I had booked. The people there know me and if there is any trouble I can get help in hurry. He said he likes bra and panty outfits so I had a couple of nice sets picked out to greet him with. I always bath, wash my hair and trim my bikini line before such sessions and of course I'm well manicured now that I have a little extra cash to spend on such luxuries. My perfume is light and fresh and I don't overdue it because I find most men don't like a strong overpowering scent. If a man likes a particular perfume I will be sure to wear it for him. This evening I chose the white lace panties and bra to start with and put on a short see through camisole over top. I admired myself in the mirror for a few moments, turning to see how my ripe little ass looked in these new panties. The bra lifted my full and perky breasts just slightly, emphasizing my youthful cleavage. I checked the room and made sure I had all the necessary aids for the coming encounter. I was ready. It was just about 9 o'clock in the evening, and I turned on the radio and sat down on the bed to wait for my new visitor.
In a couple of minutes a knock came on the door. I clicked off the radio, made one last check in the mirror and opened the door to greet him. I said "Hello" in a pleasant voice and held out my hand.
"Ar..Are you Gina?", he asked nervously. That's my professional name.
"Yes", I replied. "You must be Jack."
"Yes. Am I late? I wasn't sure where this place was, I've never been here before. It's a nice place..." he went on.
I sensed he was still pretty nervous which isn't unusual for first-timers. I was nervous too but I've learned how to calm myself and put my client at ease also.
"Come in and relax and we'll talk a bit. Can I take your jacket?" I asked.
I directed him into the room and I hung his coat in the closet. As I turned and made my way toward the large bed in the center of the suite I could see him scanning every curve of my body. I stopped and waited for his eyes to reach mine and said with a smile "Well, do you approve?".
"Oh I'm sorry, it's just that you are so beautiful. And I love what you're wearing." He gushed.
"Just for you." I replied with a sexy smile and a shake of my hips.
He was handsome. His hair was partially grey but he was in good shape, strong and tall. I guessed that he was about 49 or 50 years old.
I thought to myself 'there's something familiar about him'. It was strange. I got this feeling that I had met him before but I couldn't place him.
I asked him "Are you sure we haven't met before. You look slightly familiar?"
"I'm sure I would remember you if we had met before." He replied with a laugh.
He sat down in the easy chair in the corner by the one lamp that was turned on. I moved over to the side of the bed in front of him and sat down. Feeling comfortable I took off the camisole to give him a better look at what he came for.
"Forgive me but I am stunned by your beauty." He complimented me again.
"Thank you, you're sweet to say so." I blushed.
I continued to look at him, trying to place this face, as we carried on with the usual small talk. Even his voice seemed familiar and this feeling of knowing him was driving me crazy. In the conversation I asked him if he had a family.
He hesitated and said "Well I'm divorced and have a daughter. But I haven't seen her for a long time."
"Oh that's too bad." I sympathized. I paused, then began, "What.....", I never finished my question. It came over me suddenly. Now I knew why this man seemed familiar, why I knew that voice. I was mortified. My head started to spin and I thought I would faint. It must have showed on my face because Jack reached out of his chair grabbing me by the arm and said "Are you alright? You look a little pale all of a sudden."
I quickly composed myself and reassured him that I was ok. "Yes...yes I'm fine I just felt a little light headed for a moment. Must have been that hot bath I had before you arrived. I should know better."
"Are you sure? I can take you to a doctor or the hospital if something's wrong." he said.
"Oh no, that's not necessary. Really I'm fine.", I insisted. "Come now you were telling me about your family." I directed the conversation back to where we left off. My mind was still spinning but I had my emotions under control and was trying to act as normal as possible. He was now sitting beside me on the bed and I touched his hand to relax him and reassure him that everything was alright. Of course it wasn't, but I couldn't let him know that. How did I find myself in this situation, I thought. What if he recognizes me? That's unlikely I thought, given that I was only 11 the last time he saw me. I couldn't believe this, what was I going to do?
I suppose I had lot's of options thinking back. I could say I wasn't feeling well and send him on his way. Tell him to come back another time and never return his calls. But I had him there, in my room after 10 years, I suddenly didn't want him to go, I wanted to learn more about this man. What happened to him and where he was now. Yes, you've probably guessed by now that this man sitting beside me, expecting to have sex with me, was my father. There, I've admitted it to you and myself. I have grown up without a father and at times even feeling like I don't have a father, so that bond has changed, dissipated if you will, but I was still mortified by the prospects of the evening to come.
I was all mixed up. I'm still mixed up. I couldn't blurt out "I'm your daughter!!". How embarrassing would that be for both of us. Would we ever see each other again after that. No, I thought. I just have to play along with the situation like any other client. Be professional about it and somewhat detached, and as the evening developed I thought I could figure a way to handle this very tricky situation.
He continued by saying. "After my marriage broke up I moved to another state and my wife also moved shortly after, never forwarding me her address. I let it slide and let it slide until years had gone by and I had lost touch with my daughter. I'm not proud of the way I've conducted my personal life." He hung his head for a moment and fell silent.
He looked so sad and my heart broke to see his obvious pain. I of course knew that pain and now understood. I leaned over wrapping my arms around him to give him a hug. I said, "It will be alright, I know that things will work out for you and your daughter."
