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escortservicesWhen someone asks an 18-year-old girl, "where do you see yourself in five years," the answer probably isn't going to be "working as a high-price sex worker." Isabelle's answer certainly wouldn't have been that. She was going to go to performing arts school, get some bit parts, become a famous actress.
And sure, she'd started down that path, but along the line, things got a little rough, she'd struggled to pay some bills, and so she'd gone out on a date for money. It had been easy, so she'd done it again. Then she'd sucked a guy's dick for money. And so things go.
Really, as far as being a prostitute-by-any-other-name goes, it's not so bad. The company she works for, Girlfriend Experience, treats its workers well. Male applicants have to get an STD clearance before they can even have a night with one of the workers, and it's understood that every Girlfriend Experience escort has absolute refusal over what they're asked to do. Customers who violate that get blacklisted for good. Really, it's kind of like a sex worker union.
And it's been fun. She's been doing it for two years now, and she's had bad sex, good sex, some weird sex, some guys who just wanted to cuddle and not even fuck, and she's made a decent amount of money. Way more than enough to get her back through school when she decides to go back.
Tonight's client is an interesting one. She's had female clients before, but not many. Most of those were older woman, but this girl is around her age. There's not much information about her in the application, so Isabelle really isn't sure what to expect.
She sits in the back seat of the taxi that's brought her to the downtown hotel, double-checking her makeup (perfect, of course, with her bright red lipstick looking quite striking, she thinks) and then exits, heading into the hotel bar that's to be their rendezvous point.
Walking into the room, anyone looking will see a slightly below average height but only by a half-inch or so, with full hips injecting some alluring curves into her otherwise slender build. She's wearing a slinky black dress that shimmers in the evening light, of a cut that she'd call daring and sensual but not quite slutty (mainly thanks to a fairly steep neckline showing off her modest cleavage). Her red hair is immaculately coiffed, and it bobs slightly as she cans the room for a woman matching the photo in the application.
And sure, she'd started down that path, but along the line, things got a little rough, she'd struggled to pay some bills, and so she'd gone out on a date for money. It had been easy, so she'd done it again. Then she'd sucked a guy's dick for money. And so things go.
Really, as far as being a prostitute-by-any-other-name goes, it's not so bad. The company she works for, Girlfriend Experience, treats its workers well. Male applicants have to get an STD clearance before they can even have a night with one of the workers, and it's understood that every Girlfriend Experience escort has absolute refusal over what they're asked to do. Customers who violate that get blacklisted for good. Really, it's kind of like a sex worker union.
And it's been fun. She's been doing it for two years now, and she's had bad sex, good sex, some weird sex, some guys who just wanted to cuddle and not even fuck, and she's made a decent amount of money. Way more than enough to get her back through school when she decides to go back.
Tonight's client is an interesting one. She's had female clients before, but not many. Most of those were older woman, but this girl is around her age. There's not much information about her in the application, so Isabelle really isn't sure what to expect.
She sits in the back seat of the taxi that's brought her to the downtown hotel, double-checking her makeup (perfect, of course, with her bright red lipstick looking quite striking, she thinks) and then exits, heading into the hotel bar that's to be their rendezvous point.
Walking into the room, anyone looking will see a slightly below average height but only by a half-inch or so, with full hips injecting some alluring curves into her otherwise slender build. She's wearing a slinky black dress that shimmers in the evening light, of a cut that she'd call daring and sensual but not quite slutty (mainly thanks to a fairly steep neckline showing off her modest cleavage). Her red hair is immaculately coiffed, and it bobs slightly as she cans the room for a woman matching the photo in the application.
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Date: 2019-10-12 07:14 am (UTC)Yuka slides off as well, taking Isabelle by the arm and slowly leading the other woman towards a side exit. She'd like to be out of the crowd, no matter what, and it's not far to the private elevators up to the suites.
"I'm on the top floor," she says, pushing her keycard into the controls and pushing the button to call for their ride. She remains quiet until they're sequestered inside, heading up.
"And I suppose maybe you don't really want to know what my deal is, but I want to say it anyway. I know I'm a lesbian. I just can't be out, and this is the first time I'm away from family eyes, so I'm just wanting to experience what I can. If that makes sense?"
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Date: 2019-10-16 03:29 am (UTC)She waits for the other woman to speak, and when they're in the elevator and moving up, she listens. Ah, so that was her deal.
"It makes perfect sense, sweetie," she says, giving Yuka's arm a soft squeeze. "I'll be sure to make this experience one you'll never forget, then," she adds with a wink.
"If all you want is for me to spend the whole night between your legs, I don't mind doing that, or we can do whatever else you'd like." Isabelle smiles. "Think of me as very open-minded."
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Date: 2019-10-16 04:47 am (UTC)That's the first word she's able to form coherently after a statement like that. While she certainly expected a prostitute to be forthcoming, she hadn't exactly expected it to be put quite like that. It doesn't take her too long to recover her thoughts, though.
"...I'll certainly ask for that, but I'd also like to return the favor. It seems only fair, even if this is a business arrangement. I'd hate to leave you frustrated. And I'm honestly going to be alright just...cuddling for a bit too, if that's acceptable."
The elevator bings as it reaches the top floor, opening to reveal a hallway with only four doors.
"We're in the first suite. It's...well, it has a nice view."
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Date: 2019-10-23 06:11 am (UTC)Oh, this is going to be fun. "Whatever you want," she assures her, squeezing her arm again. "If you want me to teach you a few things about loving ladies, I don't mind playing teacher for a bit. And if you just want to cuddle..." she shrugs. "You'd be surprised that you're certainly not the first person to ask me to do that."
They're not supposed to talk about their other clients, typically. It's bad form; you want each client to believe that they themselves are your world. But she reasons the comfort might be better here than playing up Yuka as her one and only.
Isabelle leans in and whispers into Yuka's ear, as they near the door. "But I promise you, I'm very good at eating pussy."
There's nobody around to risk hearing, and honestly, she just can't help herself. This woman is adorable.