My girlfriend is wonderful. She has long blonde hair, a body toned from years of dance classes and a face that is as pretty as a picture. Not content with being gorgeous she is also a hugely talented dancer and that is where my problems started. Sarah earns a crust as a cheerleader. She’s very good at it and I have to fight the green eyed monster inside of me when I see the way that men look at her. I can understand it if I am honest because the way she moves is pure sex and in the tight hot pants and crop top you get a real eyeful of her flat stomach and curvy rear. Thing is, when we were first together I was just chuffed that such a sexy girl would be interested in me and I didn’t take much notice of the wolf whistles and the ogling. But now that we have been together three months I guess I am becoming a little more possessive, especially since one man in particular started showing an interest in my busty babe.
I don’t know his name. All I do know is that he is very well to do. He drives an expensive car and wears bespoke suits. He’s started turning up at every game Sarah is performing at and he always finds a way to be around her when she is in the club bar. His inveigling his way into her affections is really getting under my skin but I have tried hard to ignore it lest I drive a wedge between us. Sarah is a confident and empowered woman you see and if she even got a sniff of me being insecure I just know that it would be a major turn off for her. So I keep my feelings locked away inside. At least I did until I overheard a conversation between them the other night.
I had nipped to the loo and was only gone five minutes but it was enough time for my rival to sidle up to Sarah and begin his smarmy routine. He’s all white teeth, flash manners and fancy talk. I decided I would make my way around to them without being seen and when I was within earshot I listened for a few moments. You can imagine the shock when I heard them negotiating a fee for Sarah to spend the night with him. Talk about indecent proposal. The conversation was so intimate, so erotic and full on that I was really taken aback. Sarah is far more demure when we are together. It was like she was a different woman. She just giggled when he told her what he wanted to do to her in the bedroom. I thought I was a man of the world but some of the stuff he was suggesting made even me go red in the face. And then he told her that he couldn’t wait a moment longer, he had to be with her right here and right now. Instead of telling him to get lost she said she would think of an excuse and would be at his hotel suite in ten minutes!
Anyway, I held back until after he had left and then I nonchalantly strolled over and pecked her on the cheek. She smiled, the old demure Sarah now back in the room. I asked her if she was having a good time and she replied that she wasn’t feeling so good but that I should stay and enjoy the company. She would see me later back at our flat. Well that just confirmed my worst fears but I played along, pretending that I had no inkling of what was going on. I watched her leave and then I grabbed my coat. I hurried through to the reception area just in time to see Sarah clamber into the back of his limousine, my heart heavy. My innocent, sweet, lovely girl was a hot, experienced and confident escort. I would have to live with it or make a break. Can a man stay with a girl he loves when she is enjoying intimate moments with strangers for money?
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