You are beautiful, stunning, seductive, sensual, interesting and outgoing she said, the compliments flying towards me in a gushing tidal wave of persuasion. I smiled and gave in to her pleas to cover for her at work the following day. The thing is I didn’t really know what Samantha did for a living. Whenever I asked her about her job she would just say hospitality and entertainment. I actually thought that she was one of those girls who go to exhibitions and look sexy next to a car or some other product. She would certainly be successful in that line of work as she is sex on a stick hot. But I didn’t know that what she actually did to earn a crust was work as an escort.
I should have guessed really. Samantha is very good with people, very flirtatious and always dressed to kill. Her sartorial style borders on naughty minx if I am honest and I have seen the way that men’s eyes follow her about the room when we are out together. And she definitely encourages the attention, wiggling her hips and taking every opportunity to bend over so that her fulsome rear strains against the tight fabric of her short skirts. In contrast I am somewhat reserved, shy even. I would say that my dress style is smart and elegant. I like to wear classic designs, dresses that would not have gone amiss in an Audrey Hepburn movie back in the sixties. When it comes to men I am rather shy and I haven’t had all that many boyfriends despite my looks. I wouldn’t say that I am as sexy as Samantha but I more than match her when it comes to prettiness. I’m also, as you would expect, more demure than my friend, preferring old fashioned manners to her brash and wild ways. And I think I am still struggling to find myself and my place in the world.
Anyway, there’s nothing to worry about she said. And like an idiot I believed her and agreed. It was a spur of the moment decision. The idea of being a strong and sexually confident woman appealed to me and a frisson of excitement ran down my spine as I contemplated the liaison with a stranger. I asked Samantha about the date and she explained that he was a more mature man, in his fifties, and that she had seen him twice before. He liked his girls submissive she said and then joked that whilst it was a challenge to her to play that role I would be a natural. Apparently he was charismatic and also liked to be in control, choreographing the evening’s events much like a director would do with an actress. It sounded thrilling if I am honest but once I got home the nerves took over and it took a supreme act of will to stop me from calling Samantha and pulling out of the whole thing! It is one thing to be an escort when you are suited to providing intimate companionship to men that you do not know and another thing to meet up with strangers when you are the shy and retiring type!
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