I am a regular client of escorts. I love them. I can’t get enough of these sexy girls with their live for the moment attitude, outgoing personalities and let’s be honest about it, fabulous bodies. I have stopped dating ‘ordinary’ girls because they are just so dull in comparison to busty escorts with a sense of adventure. I’m not a boobs or a bum man, I don’t favour the girl next door type of escort over the more ‘obvious’ or glamorous girl, I’m not more keen on Eastern European Escorts to home grown girls. I love them all, though there are three girls I like more than most. In fact I am so keen on being with these escorts that it’s become something of a habit for me to book an escort at the weekend and twice during the week. I usually stick to the same evenings so that I am organised and I make a real night of it, sorting a luxury hotel room and getting the champagne on ice.
My escort will turn up around five in the afternoon and stay until late in the evening. We will have three or four sensual massage sessions during the course of the evening. We chat and we flirt. I’m very fond of the girls who meet me, very fond indeed. Thing is I make an effort to make each girl feel special and I often tell then that I do not book any other escorts. And that is where I went wrong. If only I had been upfront and told the stunning model escorts that I love to party with more than one hot escort. The truth would certainly have made life simpler the evening where I got it all mixed up and booked all three girls for the exact same time.
Chantelle arrived first, a few minutes early. She asked me why I was frowning and I quickly adjusted my expression, silently wondering why she was there on a Wednesday. I popped the cork on the champagne and we sat in the large lounge of my suite, the French windows open and a romantic breeze cooling my ardour for the time being. Thinking I had just made a simple mistake and booked the wrong escort I dismissed my doubts only for another knock on the door which when opened revealed Savannah, in a rather fetching low cut top it has to be said. Now, I had been expecting this escort but I didn’t know what to do. Quickly I ushered her into the bedroom and told her to make herself comfortable whilst I hurried back to Chantelle and explained the knocking away saying it was next door! She seemed to accept my explanation but then there was another rapping at the bedroom door and there was no way that I could say it was another room so I said ‘ah, that must be room service’.
Hurrying to the door I quickly opened it a touch and peered round its edge at a very sexy escort called Lacey. She looked amazing in a tight black dress which made the most of her killer curves. My passion now aroused I chivvied her into the second bedroom and, flustered just a little, began to plan how the evening would pan out and how I could enjoy a sensual massage from each and every one of these hot escorts without them knowing what I was up to.
The evening went swimmingly. At least I thought it did. Having three escorts at the same time was a new and invigorating experience, perhaps the most erotic and sensual in my life. I congratulated myself on how well I had done to disguise my indiscretions as I waved goodbye to Chantelle, first to arrive but last to leave. And then I saw it, the card featuring a picture of three sirens seducing a sailor, sitting on the coffee table. It was signed, ‘Your loving girls: Chantelle, Savannah and Lacey, thanks for an evening to remember…’
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