by Galia Ryan
“Don’t fight me. Let it happen,” he whispered. As she eased apart her legs and his fingers found their way inside her, the trembling increased, but he discovered to his pleasure that she was also wet.
“Good girl,” he said. He took care to ensure he didn’t unnerve her too much as he worked his fingers in and out. To his delight, she was soon responding.
“Such a pleasure finding a woman so naturally eager to be fucked,” he murmured against her cheek.
His thumb was pressed against her clit and she was jerking in time to the thrust of his fingers. Her breathing was ragged and she was holding onto him tightly.
“Do you want it so badly?” he asked gently.
Anna said nothing, and he understood that while her body might be saying one thing, her conscience was still arguing the morality of her choices.
“Undo my trousers.”
Nothing could have been more erotic than her amateurish fumbling at his belt and zip.
Daniel knew it would take an effort to control himself. He instructed her to lie on the bed while he put on the condom she had blushingly offered, then lay down beside her. He wanted to feel every part of her, to arouse in her a real need to be fucked, and so he moved slowly, ensuring that each touch afforded her pleasure. He knew she was close to accepting him when he suckled on her breast and she held him against her, moaning softly. He forced himself to wait a moment or two longer before mounting her.
Anna’s wetness helped ease his passage. Even had he not known already, it was clear from her tightness that she had very little sexual experience. When he had embedded his cock completely, he told her to open her eyes. He didn’t want her in her own world, enjoying the sensations being aroused in her. He wanted to savour the moment she finally understood that he was introducing her to a new life.
Chapter 8.
That night Anna stood under the shower for a long time. It wasn’t that she felt unclean; it was more she wanted her old self back. Not the Anna from earlier that day, but the Anna from two or three years ago, when everything had been so different. If it were possible to emerge from the bathroom and find herself back in time, she would do things so differently. No credit cards, and no store cards, either. Had she known how things would have turned out she would have saved for what she needed. Or gone without.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair and reached for the shampoo.
She had no one to blame but herself, global financial crisis or not. At least she wasn’t in the position of some of the bank’s customers, particularly those with home loans far exceeding any sale price they could get on their devalued properties. They were the ones she should feel sorry for, not herself.
One thousand dollars. The money was lying on her bed.
It sounded like so much but the reality was that it would make only a small dent when shared between all her creditors. It was a start, though.
Turning off the water, she reached for a towel. If she were going to get back on track and ensure she was never in this position again, she would have to be professional about escorting. That meant having the right look. Dresses like the borrowed cocktail dress and strappy shoes with dangerous heels. And, as Stephanie had advised, beauty treatments to keep herself flawless and well groomed.
She sighed. She could so easily spend all of Daniel’s money on that sort of thing alone.
The agency called the following day. Anna had no idea they had her direct dial number and—given that she was surrounded by colleagues who had no idea she had an extracurricular activity, let alone what it was—she nearly passed out.
“Hi Anna. Sorry to call you at work, but Stephanie would like to see you.”
“Sure. No problem. When?”
“Would tonight be all right? About seven?”
“Yes, I can do that.”
“I’ll let her know. Thanks.”
Anna wondered what she had done wrong, although Stephanie greeted her warmly enough when she arrived.
“Come and sit down. How are you feeling?”
“Okay.”
“Well, you certainly pleased our client last night!”
Anna looked away in embarrassment. Surely she hadn’t been summoned to go over the finer details? That would be too much.
“I’m delighted, too. If you’re wondering how I know, I called him this morning. I’m sure you understand; we do have to follow up on a client’s experience when we have arranged an introduction with someone new to the agency.”
“Of course.”
“He gave you a very good report. You should be pleased. There was however, one small point I would like to discuss with you. Nothing too worrying. So, let’s get that out of the way, and then we’ll have some champagne, shall we?”
“That would be lovely.”
“Good. What I’d like to go over is your explanation as to why you decided to take on the role of an escort. Now, whilst I fully appreciate your decision is based on finding a solution for your unpaid bills, to offer that as an answer does not reflect well on either yourself or the agency. It comes across as rather down-market and takes away the mystique, the allure our clients are looking for. Perhaps,” Stephanie smiled, “if you are asked the question again, and you want to stay close to the truth, you might like to consider telling the client that you have been a little naughty with your credit cards. Do you see the difference?”
Anna felt her cheeks burn.
“Excellent. We’ll say no more about it. Now, what we really need to do is discuss your contract. Don’t worry; it’s a very simple agreement. We agree to represent you, and in return you agree to the agency’s terms and conditions. I have a copy here. There is also the little matter of your reimbursing the agency for our initial outlay. Your portfolio and such.”
Stephanie handed her a sheet of figures.
“As you can see, we are suggesting that you refund us in instalments. I hope that is acceptable to you.”
Anna bit her lip when she saw how much she owed.
“Would you like us to start promoting you immediately?”
“I think you’d better.”
She had few options. Now that she had the agency to repay as well, her hope that this would all be over in a few months was looking sadly optimistic.
“In that case, the first thing you must do is to get a new mobile phone. Keep it solely for your work with us, and be very careful who you give the number to. Do you wish to be known by a different name? Some of our ladies prefer that. It keeps everything in context. Look, are you free for the next hour? We could go over a few little tips which will help you to become very popular with our clients.”
“That might be a good idea,” Anna said wryly.
“Hi, it’s Maddie from the agency. I called the other day. I do the bookings. Are you okay to talk?”
It was late and Anna was tidying up the remaining details on a large and complex commercial loan application. Thankfully most of her colleagues had gone for the day.
“Sure.”
“You have an appointment tonight at eight p.m.”
Anna glanced at her watch. If she left now she would have just enough time to get ready.
“Okay. Is there anything I should know?”
“The client’s name is Graham, and he would like to meet you in the lobby bar of the Park.”
“The hotel on the corner of Lincoln?”
“That’s the one.”
“Okay, I’ll be there. Anything else?”
“Not really. He’s not used us before, but he seemed straightforward. They normally ask outright if they want anything special.”
“Oh.” It was all she could say.
“He may want to take you to dinner. Do you need me to book a taxi?”
“Please.”
“Consider it done. Oh, and don’t forget to call when you leave. Did Stephanie mention it?”
“Yes. I have to leave a message on the answer machine.”
“That’s right,” Maddie laughed. “We’re not keep
ing track of you; it’s precautionary.”
“I know. And it’s good to know you care.”
“Hey, you know what? I think we’re going to get along. Same sense of humour and all that.”
The hotel bar was quiet. Only a handful of tables were occupied and of the two men at the bar, just one turned to acknowledge her entrance.
That must be him, Anna thought, taking a deep breath.
He wasn’t attractive, but neither was he the most unpleasant man she had ever seen. Going by his thinning hair she guessed his age at somewhere in his fifties. The condition of his suit suggested he would have been far more comfortable in attire that was a little less formal. Definitely from out of town, she decided. He stood and smoothed his tie nervously.
“Chloe?”
“Yes.” It was strange to answer to a name that was not her own.
“Wonderful.” His relief was obvious. “I’m Graham. Can I get you a drink? Would you prefer to sit at the bar or somewhere more comfortable?”
He looked pointedly at a corner booth as the words tumbled out.
“Somewhere more comfortable sounds like a good idea. And I would love a glass of wine.”
He tapped impatiently on the bar while waiting to be served and seemed at a loss to know what to say to her. It dawned on her he had little experience paying for sex. That makes two of us, she thought.
“Have you eaten?” he asked when they were finally settled.
“No.”
“I understand there’s a nice Italian restaurant not too far away.”
“Sounds lovely.” She smiled, her full attention on him as Stephanie had instructed. Politely she asked how his day had been.
“Not too bad, as it happens. We’re hoping to expand, my company that is, and it looks as though we may be in a better position than we thought.”
“Well, that’s positive.”
“Yes. I’ve been in meetings all afternoon. Thought it would take longer. That’s why I’m staying over.”
He was talking for the sake of it.
“Perhaps we should celebrate?”
“Well, it may be a bit premature. But you’re right, we should. What do you suggest?”
“Champagne. We can toast your success.”
He laughed, as much in relief as in pleasure. “I think I am going to enjoy this evening.”
He attracted the attention of a passing waiter and requested a bottle. The waiter politely asked if he had a preference for a particular brand, and Graham turned to her, an eyebrow raised in question. Knowing next to nothing about champagne, all she could do was smile and respond that whatever he chose would be fine.
The next couple of hours turned out to be reasonably pleasant, all things considered. Graham was considerate and treated her with respect so that from an outside perspective there was little to imply that she was there for any reason other than to share a rather delicious meal and bottle of Italian red. Still, she was not surprised when, immediately upon entering his hotel room, he took her in his arms. There was no mistaking the eagerness of his cock pressing against her belly.
“Shall we …?” She allowed her voice to drift off.
“Oh, of course.” He coloured and reached into his jacket for his wallet.
“Thank you, that’s very sweet of you. Why don’t you order some more champagne?”
“Good idea.” His voice was hoarse, perhaps because she was already working his tie loose.
“Better do it now,” she whispered in his ear. “We don’t want room service interrupting us.”
She moved behind him and slid her arms over his shoulders.
Anna was amazed how brazen she had become. The champagne was certainly working its magic, but once again—following Stephanie’s instructions—she had actually drunk far less than her client realised. “Whatever else you do,” Stephanie had told her, “stay in full control of yourself. Remember that this is a job, and in order to do it well you must be completely focused at all times.”
He, on the other hand, had freely filled his glass time and time again.
She drifted around the room, knowing her client was following her every move. In fact he was already on the bed in anticipation. After checking to ensure he had a good view of her performance, she slowly removed her jacket and slipped off her silk top. Her bra, courtesy of Daniel’s generosity, was from the collection of a well-known designer and showcased her breasts beautifully.
“Are there any movies we could watch?” she asked with an innocent smile.
He looked at her hopefully, swallowed painfully and nodded. As the large flat screen television flickered into life she climbed on the bed and slowly parted his shirt. She heard his sigh of delight when she placed a myriad of butterfly kisses on his chest, and wondered when he had last had such treatment. Not recently, she guessed.
Catching a glimpse of a woman on her hands and knees responding in guttural monosyllables to the thrusts of the man behind her, she placed her hand over her client’s bulging cock. When the camera cut to a close-up shot of the woman’s cunt, she gently squeezed.
He groaned and held her hand down as if to encourage her to continue, but she’d already heard the discreet tapping at the door.
“Why don’t I go?” she said.
Grabbing her top and pulling it over her head, she hurried to the door. No way did she want the room attendant to guess why she was there. Graham must have felt something similar, for he had muted the TV. Then there was an awkward moment when having taken charge of the champagne she was handed the account.
“Oh. Just a moment.” She let the door close as she hurried back to her client.
“I think you have to sign this.”
“Of course. Do you see a pen anywhere?”
“Here.” She leaned towards the bedside cabinet.
Finally they were alone again.
“I just love champagne!” She handed him the bottle, hoping to get him quickly back into the mood. After a moment or two of effort the cork exploded.
“I hope there’s something else you love.” He sounded more than a little drunk as he splashed wine into their glasses.
“Oh yes.” She was getting back into her stride. Taking both glasses and putting them on the bedside cabinet, she straddled him, pushing him back onto the bed.
“Will you undo my bra?” She leaned down over him.
He was panting and trying to catch his breath as he fumbled with the fastening. When he finally achieved the task, she sat up, her breasts free and openly on view. Graham just stared and licked his lips. Anna passed him back his champagne, and he drained the entire contents of the glass in one mouthful. He was a lovely man, but judging by his eagerness, the sex would be over before it started. She couldn’t complain.
She took his hands and placed one on each breast.
“Do they please you?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He squeezed and rubbed, and then pulled her down to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling it around, licking and tasting. Suddenly she was on her back and he was forcing her skirt up. She lifted her hips to allow him to pull her briefs down.
“Fuck. Oh fuck,” he murmured. “You have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
It was obvious he wouldn’t last much longer.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” she said, reaching for the condom she had placed discreetly on the bedside table. He needed no second bidding and within seconds he was turning to her again. Quickly she rolled the rubber over his straining cock.
“Now fuck me,” she begged somewhat theatrically. “Please fuck me.”
Chapter 9.
Over the following weeks Maddie called regularly with new clients. Anna was amazed at how easy it had become to let strangers have use of her body now that she had an alter ego. Chloe was the escort, not her. The actual sex was usually okay; she played her part and, contrary to Stephanie’s scathing comment, never used the opportunity to work out her grocery list. But she did drift every now and then,
dreaming of the luxuries she would soon be able to afford.
She also discovered that the more enthusiasm she brought to the role, the less arduous it was. So in addition to offering her client the option of fucking her, she worked on becoming proficient at sucking cock and learnt a little of the art of massage. She even came round to the idea that other services might be popular with her clients, such as the football player who had wanted nothing more than to watch her play with herself while he got himself off. It was hard to overcome the shame of demeaning herself that way, but she managed to take herself to another place and gave him value for his money. Less arduous were the demands for a certain style of dress or lingerie; one client requested that she wear nothing to their appointment but a raincoat and stiletto heels.
Each client added to the headway she was making in her debts. Her credit card balances were reducing satisfactorily and her power and phone accounts were at last completely up to date. It was frightening how close she had been to having both supplies cut off. More to the point her fridge was stocked with wine again.
She was invigorated by her success and calculated that just three clients a week for a little while longer would get her completely out of debt and able to start saving again. After that, armed with a healthy bank balance, she could return to her normal life.
The money wasn’t the only benefit of her new life. Even though focused on repaying debt, Anna was tentatively regaining a social life. Cautiously she renewed old friendships, always careful to hide any evidence of her double life, and occasionally made time for a drink or two after work with colleagues.
With the financial pressure lifting she was also able to throw herself back into her work. That quarter her review was the complete opposite of the previous, and ended with her department head suggesting she put herself forward as a potential candidate for the next grade. All she would have to do was complete the assessment papers and sit through a few group sessions. Oh, and get his approval—that would not be a problem, of course, given the significant increase in the quality of her work.
