My twin sister has been working as an escort for a while and
she is doing really well. She has the clothes, the designer bags, the nice car,
and the fancy holidays. She’s doing so well that she can’t keep up with demand.
But now she’s met this guy and she’s in that loved up honeymoon period when
they can’t keep their hands off each other. Trouble is she is so used to living
the high life that she has asked me if I will pretend to be her and meet her
clients.
I’m terrified at the prospect. I told her there was no way
that I could meet up with strangers and give them a sensual massage. I’m not
all that experienced with men, unlike my sister who has always had a rather
active social life. In fact I can’t remember a time when my sister hasn’t had a
man in her life. And then there is the whole personality thing. My sister
Jennifer is so adventurous and she just loves fun. I know for a fact that she
has had at least two threesomes and I also know that she has had sex with women
as well as men.
Me on the other hand, well I am little miss sweet and
innocent. I’ve never been promiscuous or sexually adventurous. I’ve had very
few boyfriends and whilst I am not a virgin, you can count my sexual
experiences on one hand. I lost my virginity to my first serious boyfriend and
that was three years ago when I was seventeen. Since then I have only dated a
couple of other guys.
So the idea that I could suddenly transform myself into a
confident, alluring escort is fantasy! At least that’s what I told myself but
somehow my sister convinced me otherwise. It wasn’t just the financial rewards
that she described, though the idea of being able to get those things I dream
of when I check out the latest fashions on the internet was quite appealing.
The thing that convinced me was the excitement, the idea that I could be a
person so far removed from my normal self, I could play a part and feel that it
wasn’t really me, it was another young woman giving pleasure to a stranger.
Of course as my first appointment neared I began to feel
nervous. Butterflies invaded my stomach, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck
stood on end. My mouth was dry and my palms were sweaty. I told myself to snap out
of it and I began to create my new persona in my head. Sweet and innocent Susan
became confident and wild Sarina.
The clothes helped. My sister was away for a dirty weekend
with her fella and had given me permission to raid her wardrobe. I couldn’t believe
some of the lingerie items I found. I knew Sarah was a vamp but I had no idea
just how naughty she really was. At first I thought there was no way that I
could wear some of the items but then I told myself it wasn’t Susan it was
Sabrina getting dressed and at once I found a different personality take over,
a personality that thrived on sex and sexuality. I choose the most outrageous
underwear.
Of course I had to wear stockings and suspenders, high heels
and a skirt that made the most of my pert behind. I have small but firm breasts
and I decided to wear a white silk blouse and go braless. I knew that my hard
nipples poking through the delicate fabric would be appreciated. For good
measure I tucked a blindfold into my pocket. Who knows what fancy might take
me?
The man I was to meet was called Simon. He was an investment
banker who spent a lot of his time travelling and he liked to liven up his
airport hotel stays by inviting a lady or two to join him for drinks and
potential afters. I had already promised Sarah that she would receive no
complaints about me. If I was going to do this then I was going the distance.
Simon would have the time of his life.
I stepped out of the lift and walked along the cushioned
carpeted hallway to the luxury hotel room. Knocking at the door I took the
opportunity to tousle my short curly blonde hair, giving me a somewhat ravaged
but sexy look. The door opened and I was surprised to find that Simon was a man
in his sixties. He still looked in good shape, he was tall and I could tell
that he looked after himself. It was a slight shock to my system though as I
had never been with a man older than me. My last boyfriend was in fact two
years younger than me at eighteen. A slight worry crossed my mind that I would
somehow disappoint him: after all he was very experienced and had probably
enjoyed a sensual massage from many hot and spicy escorts in the past. I
shrugged off the concerns. I looked amazing and what man wouldn’t be happy just
being in my company, especially with what I had planned for the evening.
It wasn’t the last time I was to see Simon. After our
illicit liaison – I soon discovered that Simon was married but in all honesty
that only added to the erotic excitement of it all. I was no longer playing
Sabrina, I was Sabrina! In fact, Sarah has discovered a new girl on the block
who is even more popular than she is. I’m thinking though of suggesting that we
operate as a pair. Can you imagine how many men would clamour for a date with
blonde, sexy twins?
