My first experience with a sex prostitute came about when my chick was overseas. I had become a bit isolated since dating her, and I honestly didn’t know what to do with myself. As I was looking for addresses for escort agencies in the phone book – I sold then perfume and stockings, at the time, I came up with a bright idea.
I liked to walk where I worked as this also kept me fit, and I saw there were a lot of local agencies. So I thought, why not call them up and give them a bit of trade, I had already made enough money out of 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.
As we lived nearby and sold to a lot of the local hot spots, I didn’t want to shit on my own doorstep. I looked up an agency in the next suburb and game them a call. I made an appointment to keep on their premises, which is the best idea, and went over to shop for what I wanted.
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.
I ordered a drink at the bar and got talking to a few of the girls, all of them asking me if I was looking for a date – I said yes of course.
I spoke to a few of the ladies and as I am a bit fussy about my ladies and like one with half a brain, I was looking for something a bit special. I lighted on one little girl who was very bright and bubbly, she also said she was working as a sex prostitute to fund her studies and that she was married. Said this was the perfect pro fession or her as her husband got turned on by the idea that other men fucked her.
You know what, the evening passed and we had a really good time, when I dropped her back at the agency, we had had dinner and drinks and a really good and interesting talk, but I didn’t feel any excitement or sexual energy. I just paid her and left her there, standing on the doorstep, thanking her for the great date, while she stared at me as though I had lost my marbles.
I was a real gentleman, I told you it was really weird. But you know what, some things happen for a reason, and that little girl and I ended up becoming really good friends – had found a fetish, I liked it when someone told me about the sex they had with other people too, just like her husband thats why I Like sex prostitutes.
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