My personal escort

Eiselmann

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Need one female writer more than a line a time , your character is a paid escort for my character for a weekend , your character is known to my character at a personal level so maybe his, , sister in law(brothers wife), the head cheerleader from his old high school or pretty much anyone that might know him...I am looking for story between the sex....


Bio


Jeff Sanders
age 22
height 5'10
slim
wears glasses for reading and driving
Self Employed IT tech


IC
Jeff sat on the edge of his hotel bed nervously waiting, the week had been incredible and a real eye opener into a world he was aware of but didn't understand.

Now he faced one of the biggest personal challenges of his life for if everything went according to plan he was about to lose his virginity a little later than he had hoped for ,but now minutes away from the event Jeff wasn't sure he was ready.

At the beginning of the week he'd gotten a call from an old high school friend who worked for the biggest porn king on the West Coast, now five days later and after putting in a hundred hour week Jeff had fixed the nightmare that was their mail order programme. It had earnt him a very handy 50k and the gratitude of a man who sold dildos to the world amongst a myriad of other products.

That gratitude presented itself with a weekend in a presidential suite of a major hotel and the offer of sending one of his girls around to keep him company...Jeff had been too tried to respond.

It was only after waking up after 12 hours sleep that Jeff recalled the one sided conversation with his most recent employer and the nerves had then kicked in.

At 22 Jeff accepted he was a geek thou he had resisted the label in highschool trying to make friends with everyone including girls, yet for all that he'd never actually managed to find a girl who looked at him beyond friendship.

The knock on the door brought Jeff out of his introsceptive moment and he walked a little too quickly to the door when he opened it the last person he ever expected stood in front of him....
 
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Lana Thomas
23 years old
5'7
Slender, but curvy (38D, 23, 36)
Strawberry blonde hair, green eyes
Fair skin (think Dita Von Teese/Christina Hendricks)
She's studying poli sci and is escorting to help pay tuition

"Oh my god!" Lana gasped, her olive colored eyes going wide. "Is that you Jeffrey? Jeff Sanders?" She didn't wait for him to reply. "I just can't believe it!"
"You and me both!" Jeff said, his cheeks burning warm. It took her back to high school...she'd had a similar effect on him then. "Lana Thomas. It's been what--4, 5 years?"
"Something like that," she answered, fiddling with the pearls at her neck. She smirked when she caught his eyes falling to her breasts. She'd picked a conservative black dress for the occasion that accentuated her curvy physique. The material was as light as a whisper and cut dangerously low in the back. The curve of her buxom chest teased and titillated.
"So you're a, uh..." Jeff's voice trailed off, hinting at the elephant in the room.
Lana let out a chuckle as she stepped inside his house. "It's okay to say escort. I'm an escort."
"I just don't want to offend," Jeff explained.
"Being paid for being beautiful isn't offensive," Lana said, twirling a strawberry blonde strand around a finger. She could tell that Jeff was uncomfortable so she held out her hands in a non threatening way. "I'm going to law school. Escorting divorcees to weddings and such pays a lot better than waitressing."
"Ah," Jeff said, visibly relaxing. He stole glances at her. "I guess I could see how it would be profitable. For someone like you...beautiful, confident."
She wasn't feeling very confident at the moment. Seeing Jeff brought back some uncomfortable memories. She'd always been popular--cheerleader, tennis, SGA. Jeff had been the opposite--quiet, reserved, kind of geeky.
Lana had never been right out cruel like most of her friends, but at the same time she never stopped them from picking on him. The few times that she and Jeff were paired together during class projects he'd always been so sweet. There was something about him--something underneath the bumbling nerves. But she'd cared to much what people thought to approach him outside of class.
They were grown up now, no cool kids table and prying eyes. And she was getting paid a hefty wage to show him a good time. "So tell me Jeff, what all do you have planned?"
 
Okay i read it, but as per me, A life style often comes with being an escort and I can tell you that it's NOT a pretty life style either. My lil sisters friend was an escort in FL. a few years back. You kinda get pulled into the ugliness of the "job".
 
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