Escort experience, Aria gets an offer she can’t refuse part one
I’m a simple girl. I am in my sophomore year of college, and work here at the temple to pay my rent and bills and tuition. I have had some crazy sexual encounters in my life, as some of you who have asked me know. But just recently I had maybe one of the craziest… I mean, besides the swingers party full of BBC of course! I had my very first escort experience.
So, I didn’t go out of my way to end up in this situation, it really fell into my lap. Over the summer, finances became a little tight due to a mixture of circumstances, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to afford my first tuition payment for the new semester. I made a sort of cathartic ‘woe is me’ post on Facebook and one of my friends from high school private messaged me.
She said that she knew a way for me to come up with the missing portion of my tuition in one night. I couldn’t pass up an opportunity like that! So what came next was something that shocked even me. She went on to tell me that she had been working as an escort for the last year or so and that she made so much money from it, that she was about to buy a house! Like… WHAT?! So she went on to say that she has a client who has a birthday coming up, and she promised him something special.
The idea was to kill two birds with one stone.
She gives him an extra special surprise, and I earn the money I need for school. Simple, right? The day finally came, and I go over to her house to get ready. She took her time to carefully curl my hair, apply my makeup, and told me to put on the lingerie she had picked out for me.
She didn’t have anything else for me to wear besides the lingerie, except for a short black flared trench coat. It was high end, and made from a buttery soft material, so it felt like a second skin as I put it on to cover up my exposed body. The final accessory for the night, were the shoes. She gave me a pair of four inch spiked stiletto pumps in black suede.
When I looked in the mirror, I could hardly recognize myself! So the time had arrived, and my friend drove me to this really nice hotel in Portland. It was one of those places where you didn’t feel like you belonged because it was just dripping elegance and money. Marble floors, gold embellishments, bellboys, plush leather furnishings in the lobby, the whole nine yards.
My friend had told me that her client was on the top floor, room 1504. As I walked to the elevator, I felt like everyone’s eyes were on me. There was a nervous fluttering in my stomach, but I made it to the elevator and pressed the button for the 15th floor.
When the elevator chimed, and the doors opened, I could barely step out.
Walking down the hall until I got to the right door was in the top ten of scariest things I had to do in my life. But I made it to the door. I stood there collecting myself for a few moments before I finally knocked on the door. What I saw when the door opened, made my jaw fall to the floor.
It was hard to believe that my first escort experience was going to happen with someone so attractive. The entire way I was imagining the worst. Someone old and jowly with liver spots and bad breath. The man who opened the door was older, yes. But he was distinguished, handsome in that way you would picture a wealthy CEO on a TV show to be.
After a moment of confusion, his face broke out into a wolfish smile. “I take it that you are my birthday present.” He stated. He stepped back and held the door open for me, so that I can enter the hotel room. I guess I should call it a suite, since when I entered, I didn’t see a bed, but more of a living room. My nerves were still present, but at the pure normalcy of the man I was able to relax a bit. “What is your name my dear?” He asked.
“Aria.” I replied a little shyly.
“A stunning name for a stunning girl. How old are you Aria?” He walked past me and took a seat in a leather armchair. He motioned for me to take a seat on the sofa, and I did so, answering his question as I did. “I took the liberty of ordering dinner, as there is the question of technicalities with your profession. I do hope you like seafood.” I nodded in the affirmative, but something he said nagged at me.
“Technicalities with the profession?” I asked.
“Being an escort of course. There is a difference between that and being a prostitute. Don’t you know that?” He asked quizzically. The blank look on my face made a light bulb go off behind his eyes. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” I shake my head and bite my lip nervously.
“My friend wanted to help me since I was having trouble paying my tuition for the semester. She said that if I helped her with being a birthday surprise, I would be able to earn enough to cover what I am missing.” My hands twisted nervously in my lap, afraid that he would reject me after hearing of my complete lack of escort experience.
Instead, he leaned forward and grabbed my hands in his. He looked into my eyes and gave me a reassuring smile. “There is no need to be nervous my dear. If you don’t want to do this, I understand. And I’ll give you whatever it is that you are lacking for school.”
