“I’m sure you do,” I say.
“It’ll pass,” she says.
“I’m sure it will,” I lie.
She laughs as though she can see right through me. “So until next time?”
“Until next time.”
“Take care of yourself.”
“I will.”
And with that, she walks out the door and heads down the hall, no doubt on her way to her next customer. I shut the door and lean up against it. I feel like a stupid little school boy, pining to chase after her, beg her to spend the night with me. I can feel myself starting to become what I’ve worked so hard to stay away from. A real, actual, human being. With emotions and everything. Incredible.
There’s a reason I love escorts. No bullshit, no weirdness, no hassles. And most of all, no emotion. Until now. Until Misty. But that’s all right. I’ll g
et over it, I’m sure of it. I just have to up the ante a bit next time, order up an even nastier girl, someone who’s up for anything, someone who will make me forget about Misty. Or get myself three girls, maybe even four. Whatever it takes. Because I don’t have time for the madness of emotion. It just doesn’t suit me. Or so I keep telling myself. So until next time, enjoy. And don’t forget, nothing satisfies like an escort.
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KINKY ANAL SLUT
Famous people are always complaining about the downsides to fame. Being chased by the paparazzi, getting recognized everywhere you go, people thinking they know you because they’ve seen you on television; the list goes on and on. But don’t listen to those blowhards who complain that fame just isn’t worth it. They’re full of shit. The benefits far, far outweigh the negatives.
Being famous opens up all sorts of opportunities that are never available to the common man. Invitations to the best parties, hanging out with other rich and famous people, and hopping around the world on your private jet are just a few.
But one of the most important benefits to being famous is the wealth that comes with it. Wealth is important because it allows you to go pretty much whatever you want. Two-month vacation in Hawaii? No problem. Fly to Europe for a couple of days? Done. Go hide at a mountain resort away from civilization for some down time? Piece of cake.
Not to mention the ability to buy your way out of most kinds of trouble. It’s amazing how easily you can get out of a dicey situation with enough money, whether it be with a civilian, a jilted lover, or even the law.
And it helps mightily with the women too . With enough money, even the ugliest guy can get pretty much whatever woman he wants, whether it be explicitly paying a gorgeous woman to have sex with him or doing it the traditional way by buying her dinner and drinks and a bunch of nice things. Either way, most of the time, it comes down to the money.
Take Josh Evans, for example. After 20+ years in the Big Leagues, he’s worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Which, by itself, would get him pretty much whatever woman he wanted, with just a little work. But add movie-star looks and a killer personality into the mix in addition to the money and fame and you’ve got women falling all over their three-inch fuck-me heels to get to him.
Josh, quite literally, has his pick of the litter pretty much wherever he goes, and he always takes advantage of it. Because there’s nothing he enjoys more than having filthy, nasty, deviant sex with a gorgeous woman.
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Tonight Josh is in San Diego for the first night of the new baseball season. The Padres had an opening-day celebration and they invited a bunch of former players to partake. After the game there was a reception at the W Hotel, followed by a private party. As per usual at these events, an inordinate number of young, incredibly hot women found their way inside, including one that Josh has had his eye on for some time.
She’s a tall, thin, dirty-blonde with a golden tan and a face that’s sexy as hell. A surfer girl, no more than twenty-five years old, with long, athletic legs and an incredible ass. She’s wearing a short black dress that leaves very little to the imagination and black, 3-inch platform heels. Her tits are small but perky as hell, with nipples that have been poking a hole in her dress all evening.
And best of all (at least from Josh’s point of view) she’s been watching him for the last ten minutes or so, not even bothering to try and hide her interest.
Josh excuses himself from his fellow ex-ballplayers and makes his way over to her. She tells him her name is Sandy. He starts to tell her his name but she already knows exactly who he is. And what kind of man he is. A nasty one, with preferences that run into the extreme. And she’s fine with that. Looking forward to it, actually. Because she’s into the same kind of things he is.
They pound a couple of shot together and then head up to his suite to pound each other.
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Sandy stands with her back to Josh. Her long, dirty-blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, ending in the middle of her back. She’s wearing nothing but a black g-string and her heels. Her black dress and pink bra are lying on the floor by her side. She’s leaning over at the waist, her hands on the wall for balance, her legs perfectly straight, her big, round, perfect ass sticking out.
Looking over her shoulder at Josh, Sandy slaps her ass cheek. She giggles and then slaps it again. She hooks her fingers under the waistband of her panties and slips them off, bending her body as she slowly slides her panties off with her fingers still hooked around them the entire time
Completely bent over now, Sandy looks at Josh from between her legs and beckons him over. Then she reaches back with her hands, grabs an ass cheek with each one of them, and spreads her ass, opening herself up to him.
Josh climbs off the couch and walks towards her. He drops to his knees and buries his face between her ass cheeks.