One day I was really lonely, my girlfriend was out of town, and quite frankly I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was paging through the phone book, looking for escort agencies and making lists. This was because I found they were a great place to sell my goods – at that time I was selling jewellery, stockings and perfume.
I used to pick on local agencies, so I could walk while I worked, this had the added benefit of keeping me fit. And as I looked at the names, numbers and addresses, I thought to myself, why not give them some trade for a change, why no try a sex prostitutes?
A sudden pang of conscience made me think of my girlfriend and just as quickly I put it to the back of my mind. This was not personal, I was not going to fall in love with the girl; she will be a sex prostitute for goodness sake. There was definitely no betrayal involved.
Not believing it would be a good idea to frequent one of the locals – within walking distance. I looked for one in the next suburb and found just what I was looking for. I called them up and made an appointment, thinking what was it to be? A hand job, blow job, fuck or all three?
I am quite used to brothels from selling in them and it was simple for me to walk into this one and take a seat at the bar. I was immediately surrounded by girls, but I wanted to shop a bit, get the full experience so to speak.
A couple of girls came up to me as I ordered a drink at the bar, asked me if I wanted a date, and I said I wanted a drink first and I was still shopping.
I got talking to a few of the girls, I have never been able to "do dumb" so I wanted someone who had something to say for themselves. I lighted upon a nice little girl who was doing this so she could study during the day. She was married and told me that the fact she was a sex prostitute turned her husband on, and this idea intrigued me so I bought her a drink.
We actually ended up going out and having drinks and there was no sexual energy and I just like the way we got on. We had dinner, we had drinks and only when I took her back to the agency did the subject of sex come up. I said no thanks, she said pay me, so I did.
It was too weird, but at the end of the night I took her back to the agency and paid her – no sex, other than a mind-fuck. But I also realised, that I, like her husband, had as bit of a fetish for hearing about sex, and not so much participating in the act bring on sex prostitutes.
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