I’m eighteen, pretty and I have a secret desire to meet up
with strangers for fruity fun. You are probably thinking what’s stopping you
but you see I was educated at a convent school and the teaching I received is
rooted deep in my psyche. The funny thing is mind that there are plenty of
girls I went to school with who have no such misgivings. My best friend,
Rosalind or Ros for short, makes her living entertaining men at an exclusive
gentleman’s club. She has so many sugar daddies we girls have nicknamed her
‘sweet tooth’. Mind you she is very sexy, she could even persuade me to change
sides, especially when she wears that naughty secretary outfit of hers complete
with a silk blouse knotted below her bosom, short black skirt and hold up
stockings, the top visible to all. Just add in the heels and the black
spectacle frames (no lenses) and you get the picture. She boasts about how she
is always being given presents. I bet she is and I am so envious of her
confidence. Has she forgot what the Mother Superior taught us about men? The
short answer is ‘yes’.
Then there’s Bernadette. She was such a sweet and innocent
thing at school. Butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth but not anymore. These days
she lives life to the full working as a high class escort. She wears the most
beautiful clothes, her hair is always immaculate, and her handbags are
designer. She once showed me her underwear collection and every item was to die
for. Bernie is a tomboy in real life but when she transforms herself into
Genevieve she is the most sophisticated, sensual and sexy woman you can
imagine. With her tall and pert physique, long and curly brown hair, high
cheekbones and full mouth you could be forgiven for mistaking her for a fashion
model but most fashion models don’t have her confidence and certainly not her
expensive wardrobe. Her latest client is a mega rich executive and he is
showering her with gifts at the moment. No doubt what she provides is worth the
expense!
So, what about poor old me? I’m just as attractive as my two
friends, some would say even more so. I have curves in all the right places yet
I am slim and tall. With my long blonde locks and legs up to my armpits I could
have any man I want. And yet, I keep hearing the diatribes from my youth.
Bernie has told me that she has spoken to a man at an escort agency and he is
desperate to meet me. She’s told me that I will have a great time meeting
clients and giving them a good time. She’s said that whatever I want will be
mine. Should I just ignore the past and live in the present, making the most of
the assets nature gave me? The idea of a never ending party with sexy and
adventurous guys who will take control and teach me how to be the best escort is
appealing but scary all at the same time. There is one possible way forward
though. Bernie’s rich guy wants her to bring a friend along the next time she
visits and she has suggested to me that this would be an ideal way to learn the
ropes. He’s great fun she says and is sure to be more than appreciative of my
efforts. What do you think? Should I go for it and become an escort?
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