Ken and I are in London for my birthday weekend, hoping to kill two birds with one stone. First, we have a show booked for Saturday afternoon to celebrate my birthday. We will leave Friday and Saturday evenings free to attempt to pick someone up to fulfil Ken’s fantasy. Ken wants me to sleep with other men, and then tell him all about it afterward. When he first told me of this I was shocked, to say the least. However he slowly wore down my resistance, and I also realized that I only had to agree to try to pick someone up. I didn’t actually have to succeed. We have tried twice before with no success at different hotels. This one is by far the grandest we have visited. Quality may tell, or I can fail again.
Today, Friday, is a shopping day, and rather than going to the West End, we have decided to wander around the Euston area. London is full of off-beat places where you can find unique products. The trick is to remember where you find something of interest!
A busy, narrow walkway between two Victorian houses drew our attention and led us into a beautiful courtyard shopping area. Cafes, boutiques, a music store, and a bookstore are all trading from the rear of the houses forming the square. Ken’s eye is drawn to one boutique in particular, or at least its window display.
A beautiful maroon dress, with matching shoes and black tights, is draped over the mannequin.
“That’s what you need for tonight,” Ken gushes.
“No way! It’s far too short, and look how much cleavage is on show,” I counter.
My usual attire is very conservative, and I never show much flesh, legs, or otherwise.
“Exactly,” Ken says. “You need to attract more attention to yourself. You know it pays to advertise.”
Against my better judgement I allow Ken to drag me into the shop.
The saleslady, Mandy, accompanies me into the fitting room to assist in putting the dress on.
“You’ll also need to take your bra off, my dear. This dress is backless,” Mandy says gently. “No need to be embarrassed; I’ve got boobs too,” she purrs on seeing me blush.
I step into the top of the dress, and Mandy slips it up my body, adjusting the straps onto my shoulders, then steps back to appraise me.
“You have bigger boobs than this is designed for. However, they are nice and firm so you can do without the cups.”
Mandy slips the dress down, pulls out a pair of scissors, deftly snips out the offending supports, and then puts the dress back in place.
“Perfect,” Mandy whispers. “Let’s show your husband.”
“Whoa! You look gorgeous and so sexy,” Ken exclaimed. “However…”
“Yes. It is too long,” Mandy interrupted. “I can adjust that to the length you require. It will only take thirty minutes. Will you be wearing tights or stockings?” Mandy asks me.
“Stockings! Definitely,” Ken answers.
“Not really either. With my being so short, they always wrinkle around my ankles.” I do get a say in this!
“Oh, my dear, that’s not a problem,” Mandy opines as she reaches into a drawer and produces a pair of black stockings. “I bring these in from Japan, especially for ladies of shorter stature. I guarantee no wrinkles. Let’s put them on and see where we want the dress to come to.”
Between Mandy and Ken, I stood no chance. Ken and I are sipping coffee at one of the cafes while Mandy shortens my new dress. It will come just below the stocking tops, leaving a little mystery about what is underneath. Of course, there are new knickers, a suspender belt, and the shoes!
I am sitting at the hotel bar at eight in the evening, feeling very self-conscious. My new dress looks stunning, but nobody, except Ken, has seen so much of my body. I hadn’t realized how high the dress would rise when I sat down! You can see my stocking tops! I’m unsure whether I’m excited or embarrassed by all the looks I’m getting. A second drink, a gin and tonic, steadies my nerves.
This guy suddenly interrupts my reveries.
“Excuse me, I hate to see a woman drinking alone; I trust you’re alright?” he asks charmingly.
“Yes, I’m fine, thanks,” I reply politely, turning toward him and then back to the bar.
He pulls up a bar stool and sits beside me. “Sorry, I can’t leave you alone. I’ll sit here till your husband comes down,” he cheerily says.
“My husband won’t be here till after ten o’clock; he got held up in a meeting and missed his train,” I complain in reply.
“I’m sorry to hear that; what does he do?” He is pleasantly persistent and also quite good-looking. “My name is Colin, by the way.”
Being polite, I turn toward him, and our legs brush against each other, sending a nervous thrill up my leg.
“I’m Sharon, and my husband is Ken. He’s a corporate lawyer and got caught up in some late changes to a merger contract,” I waffle.
Colin signals the barman for more drinks.
“Been there myself, can’t be helped sometimes,” he chuckles.
The drinks are soon delivered. “To absent husbands,” he toasts jovially. He spills some drink on his hand, accidentally touching my leg when wiping it on his trousers.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Colin mumbles. Like hell you didn’t, I grin inwardly.
As I say nothing and do not move my leg away, feeling emboldened, Colin deliberately places his hand on my thigh and grips it firmly.
“That’s what I meant to do,” he grins.
“It’s a nice, firm grip you have,” I purr. Why don’t I feel nervous?
His hand moves slowly up my leg, his fingers circling gently, caressing and teasing as they move ever higher.
“Let’s sit over there,” Colin points to a sofa in a darkened corner. “It is a little more private.”
He sits close to me, our legs touching.
“Now, where were we?” Colin queries as he places his hand high on my leg, pushing it under my dress and onto my bare flesh. “Yes, about here, I think,” he grins lasciviously as he strokes the bare flesh above my stockings.
I look into his eyes and ease my legs apart slightly.
“Feels about right,” I huskily reply, barely believing this is happening, but eager for it to continue as I twist around toward him, presenting Colin a better line up my leg, which he smoothly follows.
“I do like silk knickers.” He breathes heavily as his fingers slide over mine, pressing them into my damp slit. “It would be lovely to see them,” he smoothly says.
“Not the best place for that here,” I hint. “Perhaps elsewhere?” As the words slip out, I realize that I do want to have sex with him.
Colin leads me out of the bar and up to his room. I’m impressed; it’s a large suite we walk into.
He turns me around, bends down, and kisses me gently. His hands slip up my arms to my shoulders, where he tucks his fingers under the shoulder straps and slowly slips them down my arms, revealing my boobs. Colin steps away from me, admires my chest, and then squats down, tugging my dress over my hips and legs. As he stands back up, I step back and out of the dress.
“Glorious,” Colin says as he runs his eyes over my body, from my naked breasts to my stocking-clad legs.
Stepping toward me, he reaches around and places his hands on my bum cheeks, gently caressing them over my silky covering as he pulls me into his body. Then, scooping me into his arms, he carries me into the bedroom and places me in the middle of the bed. His still-clad body looms over mine. Slowly, he stands up and stares down at me.
“Those knickers look good, but I bet you look better without them,” he grins as he reaches down and pulls them off. “That’s nice. I do like a neatly trimmed bush,” Colin leers. “But what’s in the valley?”
He soon finds out as he grips my ankles and pulls my legs apart. “Oh yes. Lovely and smooth. So much better than hunting through a tangled bush,” he enthuses.
Then he starts to undress, slowly and confidently folding each garment and placing it neatly on a chair as he does. He reveals a fit muscular body and the biggest penis I have seen, not that I have seen many, bigger than Ken’s by at least an inch in length. But it’s the girth that has my body excited.
Lying here, naked before a man I’ve only known for a matter of minutes, I’m conflicted. My mind is wondering what I am doing, but my body is tingling and salivating at the thought of what will happen.
“It’s not so big,” Colin grins, seeing me staring. “It’s only seven inches long.”
Colin kneels on the bed and proceeds to caress my body, shunning all my attempts to do the same to him.
“Just lie back and enjoy,” he whispers.
I am in a different world as he explores all my hidden treasures, nipping and sucking with his lips. His fingers and hands caress and enliven my entire body; his touch is sensitive and controlled. Then he slithers up from the bottom of the bed, crawling along my legs, mouthing at my pussy, teasing, sucking, licking all my exposed parts, bringing me slowly to my first climax. I groan gently as pleasure pulses through me as he expertly plays tunes on my body.
His manhood is now pressing at my pussy, sliding, pushing, nudging at the entrance, spreading my wetness over his giant member. He slides it in gently, stretching me like never before as his cock plunders the depths of my body. My hips arch upward, and I groan in a blissful fugue. Now he is pumping into me, a gentle rhythm, easing in and out, sliding and stretching, caressing my G-spot. Faster, he goes, banging against my thighs and mound, pushing me along the bed, bringing me to a crashing crescendo of pleasure. I scream in delight and release as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me. Colin is not done, though.
He climbs off me, quickly throws me onto my front, pulls my knees up, and pushes my head down into the bed. He enters me from behind. Slowly again, moving to get the position right, he runs that great weapon deep inside me. He takes out the entire length at each stroke, then pushes it back in. Again, he builds his pace; I am already moaning and squirming in pleasure as another orgasm sends shudders through me. Colin is now pounding into me; he is relentless, his cock seemingly tireless. He stops, leaves his cock inside of me, pulls me up to be on all fours, and starts pumping again. This change of angle gets me going again, and he is now making my breasts swing back and forth, another pleasure to savor. Once more, my body responds to this relentless assault; Colin begins ramming harder and faster into my sex. This orgasm surpasses those gone before, and I want more.
Flipping me over once more onto my back, Colin grabs my knees and pushes them up to my ears, exposing my wanton sex to his ministrations. His mouth engulfs my gaping maw, sucking greedily at its juices, stretching my butterfly lips, nibbling at my clitoris, making me jump in unexpected pain and pleasure. Then he’s licking at my clitoris, gently swiping his tongue along and across its sensitive nub, teasing and thrilling me in equal measure as I savor the pleasure, as once again he makes my body shudder in delight.
Colin moves over my body, legs still pinned near my ears, presenting his manhood to my exposed pussy once more. He waits at the entrance, teasing, then in one explosive movement, which takes my breath away, he slams it so deep inside of me I feel it strike my cervix. Again and again, he viciously hammers into me. I can barely breathe, with all the air in my lungs being expelled by his explosive thrusting. Then he stops, holding himself inside my pussy, pumping his seed deep into my body. I quiver and shake as another orgasm gently relaxes me.
He withdraws and lies down next to me. I lean up on one elbow and look into his eyes.
“That was extraordinary,” I gently purr.
Then, running my fingers down his torso and sliding my body down and alongside his until my head is at his crotch, I lean over and take his gently pulsating organ into my mouth, whipping my tongue around its head, cleaning away all the juices, savouring its size in my mouth, caressing it, and salivating as it pulsates and grows!
I glance up at him and see him grinning evilly as he reaches down to me, pulling me up onto his body, making me straddle him as his rejuvenated cock once more penetrates my pussy. I waste no time and ride him hard; his incredible weapon slides over my G-spot on every upstroke. He stokes my fires, urging me to take all he could offer. We orgasm together in harmony and satisfaction. I scream and moan as this orgasm shows no sign of relenting, and Colin grunts as I continue riding him until he is completely drained, and I am fully sated. I slide off him to lie there staring at the ceiling, feeling his seed run out of me, and warming my bottom.
Colin wakes me from my vacant staring.
“Up you get, you have a husband to meet,” he says with a smile.
I stand up, stretch my arms above my head, and pop my aching back.
“That’s an incredible body you have. Men would die to have a bit of that,” Colin says
.
“Sooner they paid than died,” I blurt out. “No, sorry. I didn’t mean that; that sounded awful,” I stammer.
Colin laughs it off and walks into the living room. “I’ll use the bathroom; you can have the en-suite,” he calls over his shoulder.
I slip off the bed and remove my suspender belt, stockings, and shoes. How did they manage to stay on?
I luxuriate under the warm running water, soaking some sense into my befuddled head, and mulling over what has happened. What a great time!
Wait until I see Ken, I muse, wandering into the living area with a towel wrapped around me, and I freeze. Ken? What’s Ken doing here?
“Hello darling, don’t I get a kiss?” he innocently asks.
I remain frozen as Ken walks toward me, kisses me deeply, then whispers in my ear, “I love you,” and leads me to sit beside him on the sofa, with Colin opposite us. I look from one to the other, bewildered.
“What’s going on?” I eventually stammer.
“I’ll let you explain,” says Colin, looking at Ken.
Ken starts explaining as Colin wanders off to get us some drinks. Colin is one of his clients, and Colin had made a lewd comment a few weeks ago, along the lines of, ‘I would like a bit of that’ when he saw me at Ken’s office that time I called to take Ken to lunch. Colin thought I must be a whore when Ken told him he could arrange that. However, Ken went on to explain everything to Colin about us expanding our sexual horizons. The rest is history. They arranged tonight’s meeting; it was a win-win situation. Everybody got what they wanted; nothing would have been lost if I hadn’t gone through it.
I look from one to the other again and laughed. “You bastards.”
Ken grins. “Yeah, but that’s our first tick in the box.”
We sit there drinking and chatting, the three of us, with me still in my towel, well into the evening before Colin pipes up.
“Thinking of your ideas to have a bit of fun, I might have a proposition for you,” he thoughtfully mentions.
“Oh?” I query.
“Just hear me out, and don’t say anything until I finish.” We nod. “As you know, Ken, I have my fingers in many pies, but there are some things you do not know about. To help smooth transactions and relationships, I offer ‘consultancy’ services to select clients. Generally, it’s for those in a strange city needing a little convivial company to help them relax. I arrange for someone to go out with them, wine and dine them, attend shows, and possibly more. The current agency service is a bit hit-and-miss; some girls can barely put two words together. I need someone intelligent, vivacious, polite, and able to converse with anybody and make them feel welcome. That they also look attractive is a bonus. Sharon, you would fit the bill admirably,” Colin finishes.
Ken and I are both taken aback.
I find my voice after a few minutes of silence. “Well, my degree in Finance and Accounting would be a legitimate area of consultancy,” I stammer nervously. Colin interrupts.
“From Oxford, Ken tells me. A double first at that. Impressive.”
“That’s right. Wining and dining, and chatting —I can live with that. It’s the possibly more bit that has me worried,” I continue. “Would this involve having sex with the clients?”
“Oh, good. You haven’t said no,” Colin says cheerily and continues. “That would be your choice. You would be under contract to supply consultancy services, and as you say, you are admirably qualified. The service is used a few times a week, with meetings lasting around three hours. The agency we use charges us £100 an hour. I’d probably pay you the same, but let me think about that; I recall Alex, the manager who oversees the service, mentioning that he is also receiving more inquiries. Let me check that out as well. As per usual, a twelve-week trial period would be included in the contract.” Colin explains.
I am stunned by the money on offer. This is a sexual service; the rest is just window dressing.
“You both look a bit taken aback. Go away and sleep on it. We’ll meet in the morning; I’ll get Alex to join us as well. Shall we say ten-thirty tomorrow, here?” Colin suggests.
Ken and I nod in acceptance and get up to leave.
“You might want to get dressed before you go, Sharon,” Colin laughs.
Ken is visibly excited when we returned to our room, dancing about like a child desperate for a wee as he fumbles with the door card. Shoving me through the door, he slams it behind us, then pushes me to the floor and slips between my legs. One hand pulls my knickers aside, and the other, somehow, pulls out his cock, which he thrusts into my pussy. He screws me to the floor in a lust-filled frenzy, cumming quickly and copiously, and just as quickly falling to one side and lying next to me.
“God, we’re going to have a good time,” he pants.
Perhaps it might not be so bad if he treated me like that each time! However, do I want to be a prostitute? Can I fit the time in? It doesn’t sound much, three-hour sessions twice a week. But there’s also the traveling, which takes at least forty minutes each way, and having time to prepare. It will be at least six hours. Could I manage that for three months? Probably, I certainly won’t be signing up for a year. Then, the nagging hook at the back of my mind: the money! Three months’ pay will be nearly half my NHS salary for only six work hours a week! Ken and I talk into the night.
Colin introduces us to Alex as we enters his suite. Alex outlines the service more thoroughly.
“Colin says he has outlined the basic service we offer. I run it, and as Colin has told you, we do have issues with reliability and, to be frank, quality. Neither situation reflects well on us, as we try to make a good impression on our clients, it does rather let us down. I agree with Colin that employing someone directly would be advantageous for us. So to the nitty-gritty. We use the service once or twice a week, which amounts to approximately six hours of work; the schedule varies slightly, mainly in the evenings and occasionally during the day. The remuneration would be as Colin told you last night. Any questions so far?” he asks.
“You are currently running this service; Colin suggested it involves attending shows or dining out with clients and is not a sexual service. Is that the case?” Ken asks.
“Our clients like to be entertained, and that does involve shows and the like; Sharon would be expected to entertain them as required,” Alex cleverly replies.
“This would be a legally binding contract on both sides, with agreed holidays and all the benefits of working for my organization,” Colin confirms. “There will be a twelve-week trial period, during which we can part ways amicably; after that, you will be required to complete a twelve-month contract, renewable after that if agreed. There would be six weeks of paid leave per year, medical insurance, discounted hotel stays, and other benefits, all as part of our standard employment contract,” he continues.
“When would you like me to begin?” I query.
“That sounds encouraging,” Colin says with a smile. “Mid-March would work well. That gives Alex and you time to make all the necessary arrangements. I leave the exact date for the two of you to confirm.”
I look over to Ken, who nods his head.
“OK, I’d like to try it,” I confirm.
“Excellent,” Colin enthuses. “I will leave the contract details to Alex, and he will go through how we vet people, the safety we have in place, and all the other minutiae. Oh, and happy birthday. Ken tells me you’re twenty-eight today. Are you doing anything special?” Colin asks.
“Yes, we’re going to see Les Miserables this afternoon,” I reply.
And with that, my new career begins.
