Warning: This story has content that some readers may find offensive. It contains sex scenes and language. I make no apologies for that, it’s just the way I write, I’m warning you before hand. Also if you are under the age for reading such material in your area…proceed no further.

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Sara Kendall was just another girl…woman whatever you wished to call a twenty two year old female. She had her friends, friends she’d had from her school years and new friends that she had acquired since then, from her work for instance.

She was bright, in fact one would say intelligent…well in some respects that was so, in other ways she was either very naïve or stupid, but the one thing you could not argue or debate was that she was a very beautiful woman, soft skinned that seemed to tan just right, slim figure and long legs…yes she was a good looking blond, a woman that turned the male heads…and also some of the female heads. The thoughts that ran through those turning heads…. well I don’t have to tell you, we’ve all seen it so many times before.

Sara worked as a secretary in a law firm, the work was varied and interesting and as far as secretaries went she was pretty good at her job, this coupled with her extreme good looks made her popular with the males within the firm.

Most of her free time away from the firm she spent with her friends, the odd party now and then on weekends or a drink or two in the evening winding down from the office, there was always plenty of work at the office. Lawyers always seemed to be running to deadlines. Briefs having to be prepared, read and reread to make sure everything was correct…the odd late night was quite the norm, especially when there was more than one lawyer needing his or her brief all ready to go for first thing in the morning…. Sara seemed to come in for more than her fair share of the workload.

How it all came about that night Sara did not know. Mark Stevens wasn’t a particularly attractive kind of guy…well certainly not the type that a girl would ever sleep with or want to go out on a date with. You would have thought he was more suited to being a rugby payer than a lawyer. He did have a commanding and dominant way with him…perhaps that’s what made him such a good lawyer…very rarely did he loose a case and would have witnesses trembling and babbling when he came to the cross examination. He was well respected and sought after for the defense.

Sara had done late work with Stevens on previous nights, she didn’t particularly like stopping back with him, especially when all others had gone for the day. His hands had a tendency to roam, an intimate touch here, and an intimate touch there. He’d stand rather near to her; rubbing his body next to hers…this night was no different.

He sat at his large oak desk pointing out the areas he wanted altering in the documentation, Sara standing along side him…then the hand slowly and gently caressing her bum…squeezing her buttock…the sudden touch shocked Sara…it had never gone this far before. She tried to move away, but his large hand gripped her buttock tight…she could see a look in his eyes that she had never seen before. Her heart was pounding in her chest…oh god, she thought.

“Mr. Stevens I don’t think this…”

“Shhhh, my dear, it’s ok…don’t be afraid…it’s what we both want…isn’t it?” he interrupted.

There was a shocked and frightened look on her face.

“No Mr. Stevens…I’ve never…”

“Of course you have my dear I’ve seen those little lingering looks you give me…. you didn’t think I was looking did you?”

“Mr. Stevens I….”

He was on his feet standing behind her…his arms around her waist, holding her tight, she could feel the warmth of his body and his hardness pressing into her. She struggled, but he was strong and unrelenting.

“Shhhh my little dove, it’s going to be alright you’ll see” he said, continuing in a soothing manner, calming her fears

Why didn’t she scream, shout do something, not just stand there…yes he was big, strong and powerful…but she felt she could be doing more. Her efforts seemed half hearted at best…then one big hand was pushing her down across the desktop, bending her over

“No Mr. Stevens please….” She pleaded, but no was not in his vocabulary. He was in complete command and Sara seemed quite unable to stop him, she should shout, scream, push up, get away, but some how she could do nothing, was she afraid of offending him, loosing her job by resisting…surely not, all the other partners would understand, but somehow she could not resist, didn’t want to resist…she felt her skirt being pulled up around her waist and her pants being pulled down and dropping around her ankles.

“Oh god no…please Mr. Stevens…no”

“It’s ok my love…it’s ok” he kept reassuring her, and then the sound of a zip being pulled down. “Oh god no”

She felt her legs being spread apart, then something warm and hard against her pussy, then she cried out as he thrust into her…he was big…much bigger than the guys she’d been with on previous occasions.

“Oh god Mr. Stevens that hurt” she cried.

He gave a chuckle and said “Yes my dear…you have a real man inside you now…not a boy…a few more sessions like this and we’ll soon have you opened up…you’ll not want to go back with the boys again”

His thrusts were deep and meaningful as he worked back and forth. Her face was pressed against the desktop; she could see his nameplate, Mark Stevens, attorney at law. The inkstand and fancy blue and gold pen of his, she held on to the side and top edge of the desk. Every thrust of his pushed her thighs into the desk.

“Oh god Mr. Stevens…oh god that hurts” she said, but Mark Stevens wasn’t listening, he was lost in the elation of Sara’s warm wet interior, it felt tight, oh so tight around his hard manhood.

The big old oak desk rocked a little with each thrust he made…the slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh, Marks sigh’s “Mmmmm” and Sara’s “Oh god…oh my god” was the only sounds in that big office. Sara’s hands hung on to the desk as she waited for Mark to cum.

It was sex…pure raw sex…no love in it at all. When Mark eventually came to climax there would be no long lingering moments between them…the moment would be over and the work would continue.

It was five minutes of pleasure for Mark. Sara felt Mark cuming inside her…all movement stopped…just one final sigh from Mark “Ohhhhh…. ummmm” as he felt the pent up frustrations drain from his body…he held himself inside her for a moment or two longer, his hands roaming under her stomach and over soft but firm buttocks, eyes closed as he savored those final moments then slowly and reluctantly he withdrew himself.

It was as if nothing untoward had happened…just another moment or two of pleasure for both of them. Well at least for him if not for Sara. He stepped back allowing Sara to rise from the desk. As she turned she was just in time to see Mark tucking his now not so swollen manhood back in to his trousers and pulling up the zip.

“Well that’s our playtime over sweetheart…it’s back to work I guess”

Sara reached down and pulled up her pants and straightened up her skirt. A brief playtime interlude, that’s how he had seen it and that, was that…now back to work.

Mark sat at the big oak desk and indicated that Sara take the chair opposite. When she sat her pussy felt a little tender, Mark had been rough with her and it had hurt for a while. Her thoughts were far from on the business and wondered if she should tell the partners as to what had happened…surely they would believe her…or would they. She knew only too well Mark Stevens…his enviable and notorious reputation in the courts.

“Good god it was a brief interlude at night in the privacy of my office…god she was coming on to me…we were both consenting adults…I didn’t have to force her into it….I can assure you she was more than willing…maybe it was stupid and indiscrete of me to do it in the office….I plead guilty to that…but forcing myself upon her…never”

Oh he’d lay it on thick. Her word against his and she knew how that would go…sack there best lawyer or sack there best secretary…another secretary would be easy to replace.

“Well what do you think?” She heard Marks words…she had been so deep in thought she’d missed the rest of the conversation

“Sorry Mr. Stevens I wasn’t listening”

“Damn it girl…I was saying, perhaps I should have you appointed to me on a permanent basis, with the work load I now have I need a good secretary on a permanent basis…not one from the pool…someone who knows what she is doing, what do you think…it’s a good idea is it not?”

Well was this a reward for tonight…a bribe perhaps to keep her quiet…Sara was also aware that a permanent move to Mark Stevens meant more of the same as to what went on tonight…he was clever, cunning and manipulative.

“Well I guess….I suppose….well I am quite happy where I am Mr. Stevens”

“Nonsense girl…if you want to get on in this world you need a bit of ambition…you’re far too good to just be in the pool…you’ll learn a lot more about the law with me…perhaps you could study some law, more knowledge, better jobs…better pay days…incidentally I’ll see your pay rate is increased as well…right then it’s all settled eh?”

That was that. True to his word Sara commenced as his permanent secretary. She accompanied him to the courts and could see how he had earned the reputation he had. He was relentless, that coupled with good preparation, similar to when you had a good opponent playing tennis, every time you hit the ball they would always hit back…again and again and again. Defense witnesses never stood a chance. Just when the prosecution thought they had it all wrapped up, Mark Stevens had the jury doubting if even some of the experts had got it wrong.

Of course the sexual part continued, just as Sara had anticipated…but she never complained. The time to complain had long gone. In fact she became very obliging for him, by pulling up her own skirt and pants and bending over that big old oak desk. It didn’t hurt any more, either he had been right in telling her he would make her bigger or he had improved his technique, perhaps a bit of both. It could never be called a love affair, there was never any real love in it…it was just raw sex. The only times she and he were naked together was the times they spent at the dingy motel.

Their “Little Love Nest” as Mark called it

The first time was when court had adjourned early for the day.

Driving along highway 76 he detoured.

“Where are we going Mark?” she asked. Mr. Stevens now long dropped from her vocabulary.

“Oh I thought we would take a little time off for once…have a little fun time together”

She looked long and hard at him studying his expression…his face was passive, devoid of any emotion… she wondered what fun time meant…as he pulled into the motel she knew what was on his mind…she like many others knew that the Oasis Motel 15 miles from the city was used for just one purpose. There were no flashing neon lights, no freshly painted signs. The building itself was long overdue a fresh coat of paint…it stood back from the road…hidden behind a tree line…most were couples and most only rented a room for a short period of time and with one purpose…two hours maximum many times even less…although the proprietor still charged a full day…the price you had to pay for “Discrete” encounters. Units 5, 6, 7, and 8 were occupied full time. If you wanted a hooker for a while this again was the place to come. It was very popular with traveling salesman.

Mark pulled up at number 17.

“Just wait here I’ll get the key” he said

Sara watched and waited as he made his way to the office. A curtain here and a curtain there dropping back into position as Sara’s eyes panned the area…no new comer went unnoticed…not at the Oasis.

Mark collected the key from the proprietor, the man himself reflected the building he owned and ran. He was thin framed and gaunt face with a two-day stubble black t-shirt and black jeans. He stubbed out the cigarette, shuffled to the keyboard and handed it to Mark.

“$60 a night pal” he said. Mark wanted to argue with him…it was his nature to do so, but thought better of it…took out his wallet and handed the guy his $60

Walking back to the car he waved the key and tilted his head toward the door, indicating Sara follow. She followed him into the dull room. It certainly wasn’t set up for the tourist trade. This room like most of the other rooms was in need of a little bit of TLC…the nearest word to describe it was basic…but after all most only needed a bed in it. Like the outside it needed new paintwork and new papers. The motel would struggle to make half a star in Jasons Tourist Guide and that was being kind to it.

Mark wasted no time…but then he never did…he only had one thing on his mind and he saw no need to pussy foot around with all that crap about foreplay…after all in the end couples always finished up fucking…so hey lets get straight down to it.

He put his arms around Sara’s trim waist and drew her to him. He liked the feel of her warm body next to his, the scent she used and even her hair…the smell of her shampoo…this and squeezing her bum was the only foreplay he would allow…he was hard now and he pressed it against her groin area, letting her know he was ready. One by one he unbuttoned her blouse, then ripping it open to reveal her bra and her beautiful full round breasts constrained beneath, his large hands squeezed, massaged and kneaded them, before he ripped the bra from her and proceeded to do the same with the now naked breasts, they felt firm, perfectly formed the nipples becoming hard at his touch. He wanted to suckle on those nipples…but not now, not yet…he’d do all that whilst he was fucking her

He smiled…knowing how much she enjoyed this. His hands trembled a little, his heart and pulse rate started to rise as he reached for the zip on her skirt. It was the first time he’d felt this kind of excitement and he liked it. The skirt dropped to the floor at her feet; then he was quick to pull her briefest of brief panties off, allowing them to join the skirt around her ankles. The feel of her bare bottom…so firm…so warm to the touch, he closed his eyes, and let out a long sigh…god he’d never been as big or as hard as this before. “God she’s gona know she’s been fucked this time” he thought to himself. He lifted her off her feet…leaving skirt and panties on the floor and flung her on the bed. The sight of her beautiful naked body and her long legs encased in black stocking…. she still wore her black shoes…but somehow it all seemed to add to the moment. She lay on her back, knees bent, legs spread apart…ready for him…she gave him a pouting look and a come hither smile…then ran her fingers over her pussy before inserting them. God the bitch knew how to get him excited. He ripped his shirt open…buttons pinging an all directions…shoes socks…belt unbuckled…trousers unbuttoned and fly unzipped all in one fast flowing motion. It was the first time Sara had seen him naked…his body was nothing to shout about…over indulgence in fine wine and good food hadn’t helped…neither had the lack of exercise…unless you counted fucking Sara…one thing Sara could testify to and that was he was well endowed as they say…now she understood what he meant, when he said he was going to open her up.

Seeing her like this he didn’t mind the $60 he’d invested in the room…there was no whore looked as good as Sara and any whore like her he’d have to pay big money for…real big money…no $60 was good.

A couple of strides and he was clambering on the bed…his eyes never straying from the target…Sara’s pussy. Pushing her legs further apart, his hard cock hit the bulls’ eye and he thrust deep inside her. Her back arched upward…she pushed backward as if trying to escape the impalement and cried out “Ahhhh oh my god Mark…. that hurt”

Sara had been watching the action herself…had seen Marks enthusiasm…she liked to tease him and tease him she had. He had wasted no time, felt him push her legs apart, saw him take that hard piece of manhood of his and watched as he thrust it inside her. Watched it quickly vanish. Even though she thought she was prepared for it, it still hurt as he pushed inside her

His ass was already moving back and forth, thrusts long and deep…even now here in the privacy of a rented room; there was no love in it…as far as Mark was concerned Sara was just a cheap fuck…a whore, as long as she was prepared to open her legs for him he didn’t care. He was never going to marry her…god forbid…marry some whore of a secretary…no he would marry someone like Felicity Chalmers…one of societies upper echelon. A good well bred family with money and standing…sure she wasn’t the beauty of Sara, but why not marry Felicity and keep Sara for fucking, perfect…just perfect. He might have to pay Sara a little more in her salary but it would be worth having his own personal whore on sight and at hand…yes that’s what she’d be his own personal whore.

Her breasts felt full and firm, nipples hard…his large hand cupped an massaged the firm warm flesh…. now was the time. His mouth went directly to one of those nipples and he commenced to suckle on it, like a child at his mother’s breast. His ass never stopped, up, down, up, down. Thrust…thrust…thrust, he was relentless.

Mark’s love making was never tender…in fact there was never any tenderness in it…always rough. Sara grimaced as he bit her nipple. His cock was big and he thrust it deep…this afternoon it felt good…if only he would ease it in at the start…let her pussy get used to it…like it was now, the fucking would be good.

Mark lay fully on top of her, his rounded fleshy body pressing her into the mattress, his ass still rising and falling between her legs…not the usual five minutes of fucking this time…five minutes had come and gone and he was still going at it with great fury. He was panting slightly and sweat was starting to ooze from his body…but still he kept on fucking her. His mouth and tongue kissing and licking her ear and neck. He loved the smell of her…the feel of her long blond hair against his face.

Sara felt his mouth at her neck…his tongue licking her ear…his breathing was slightly labored…he’d been on top of her for ten minutes now…his ass never stopping once…that great shaft of his thrusting into her relentlessly…her hands rested on his fat white ass, feeing every rise and every thrust it made. She looked up at the ceiling stained yellow by age and nicotine and murmured “Oh god…oh my god”

“Yes it’s good for me too honey…this is the best fuck we’ve ever had eh?”

“Yes Mark…yes it is” not wanting to say no to him, but of course it wasn’t true…not for Sara

He made his first stop after twenty minutes…but not because he’d finished, only to turn her over and take her from behind…this was his favourite way…this was how he liked to finish it.

His big strong sweaty hands pulled her ass into the position he wanted it, then pushing her legs apart a little, proceeded to insert his still very erect cock inside her once more…she buried her face in the pillow and felt the full weight of his body as he bore down on her, pressing her deep into covers and mattress. The bed continued to creak, grown and complain… as his ass continued to hump up and down…the slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh…his groin and stomach bouncing against her firm soft buttocks. Mark grunted and groaned…his hands beneath her body groping and squeezing her firm breasts…god how he loved to fuck her. Life was just perfect for him. Yes marrying Felicity and keeping Sara, as his private whore was the way to go.

Sara’s head was buried in the pillow, her long blond hair splayed out either side. The sounds of their love making, a radio blaring from another unit…voices loud…arguing, the slamming of a car door, engine revving and speeding off…then there was the rancid smell of the place…rooms that had been cleaned but left without real upkeep for years, nicotine, beer a people smell and even the smell of semen…how many couples had used this room for precisely the same thing…no doubt a short time from their departure another couple would be using the room and the bed to do the same thing Sara and Mark were doing right now.

Mark’s thrusts were deeper and faster now. Sara’s experience with him told her he was getting ready to cum.

His grip on her body tightened “Oh yes…oh yes…oh yes…I’m gona cum…I’m gona cum…I’m gona cum” he blurted…and he did. Making one final thrust he let the full load go. A glorious electric feeling ran through his body from head to the tip of his toes, he shuddered a little…this was the part he loved most of all…he stiffened for a moment, then fell limp on top of her.

Mark slowly withdrew, rose and went to the bathroom. Sara heard the sound of Mark peeing into the pot…he hummed a little tune as he did so.

Sara did not stir…just lay there listening to the sounds and smelling the smells. “God how had she got to this” she thought to herself “I really must do something about it” but she knew in herself, she would do nothing…complain and argue with herself and it would be the same next time. Mark would control the action, no matter how much she tried to resist and say no, she always gave in

The white skinned over weight and rounded body of Mark strode from the bathroom, crossed to the bed, slapped Sara’s bum and said. “Come of sweetheart…fun time is over…its time to get back to work”…and so life continued

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A few months later Mark announced his engagement to Felicity. It didn’t come as a shock or surprise to Sara…it wasn’t as if she was in love with the guy or jealous of Felicity, she felt somewhat sorry for the girl, at least it would get Mark off her back so as to speak…but alas it was not to be…. letting go of Sara was the last ting Mark wanted to do. When he proceeded to bend her over his desk that evening…that was a surprise.

“Mark I thought you were supposed to be engaged now…to Felicity?”

“Yes I am my dear…but that should not effect you and I…I still need you…no need to deprive ourselves of a little fun eh…now that would be silly” and so it continued.

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I guess it would surprise everybody that Sara had a life outside the office and away from Mark. For Mark it was the perfect life. Engaged soon to be married to Felicity and a first class secretary assistant as his mistress. How much better could life be.

Sara and friends had girl nights out…nothing you would call exciting, until one night they decided on something different…somewhere a little classier than their usual watering holes. The names were reeled off. The Chesterfield, the Ambassador, the Caesar, and the Richfield, then they decided on the Ambassador…yes the Ambassador would do nicely thank you, expensive yes…but hey let’s all live a little. A couple of drinks each would cost them more than a whole nights drinking elsewhere…dressed in the best they had, all purchased at local dress shops, nothing expensive for these girls…not on their wages.

Sara was to join them later, she had one remaining item to finish for Mark and thank goodness he would be spending time with his fiancé, Felicity tonight.

Work finished, home and a shower, dressed to kill and feeling sexier than she had done in a long while, she set out for the Ambassador Hotel, knowing she would catch up with her friends…but what she didn’t know was that Tania’s car had broken down and there was going to be a delay before they themselves arrived.

Sara entered the Ambassador making for the lounge bar to look for her friends, her eyes sweeping the room in search of them. Not seeing them her heart sank and she wondered what to do next. Well she couldn’t stand here in the middle of the room looking like little miss muffet lost. There were a few woman and some guys at the bar chatting and laughing, perhaps if she mingled and looked part of the scene, order a drink and assess the situation. This was definitely the place they had all agreed upon, something must have gone wrong to make them late. She ordered her drink and tried not to show her shock when the barman told her the price…shit tonight was going to be an expensive night. She’d just taken a sip when he phone rang…it was Tania, who explained the situation and asked Sara to find a table if possible…to hang on and that they would soon be there.

They were in luck, a booth was just being vacated and Sara wasted no time in commandeering it, although she did feel a little self-conscious sitting drinking by her self. She had the uncanny feeling that some one was watching her; she felt the hairs on the back of her neck bristle. She tried to see who it was but no one seemed to be looking in her direction; everyone was occupied with whomever they were with, until she did eventually see a particular guy paying attention to her or was it her legs which were crossed and showing perhaps a little too much. The guy looked at her, smiled a most charming smile and he was rather good looking. She felt somewhat embarrassed and realized she was blushing…her cheeks were positively glowing. She returned to sipping on her drink and watching the other patrons, but every time she looked in his direction, there he was staring back at her and smiling… eventually she returned his smile.

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“May I join you?” the sound of the handsome strangers voice brought her back from her thoughts. So deep in those thoughts was she, that she had not noticed him as he made his way toward her.

“Oh…er…um…yes, yes of course…take a seat” she stammered, feeling her cheeks turn bright red and offering him a place next to her. His interest in her legs had not gone unnoticed.

“You’ve been nursing that drink for a long time now, let me buy you another” he offered.

After ten of fifteen minutes of talk, Sara started to feel relaxed…then her phone rang, it was Tania with the news that there was further trouble with her car and it did not look like they would make it and they were going to call it off and make it another night…hoped it did not inconvenience Sara. Which of course it did not, in fact she was glad they were not going to make it; she had this handsome guy all to herself.

He’d introduced himself as Tony Bakewell, he said he was in import and export…but she’d heard that one so many times before in her line of business as Marks assistant it could mean anything and usually did. Then he asked what she did and told him she was a lawyer’s secretary. His only response being “Uh hu…I see…sounds very interesting” She was enjoying his company and it was the first time she felt free from Mark and her work…in fact it was the last thing on her mind right now. The drinks were making her a little light headed, she was laughing at all his jokes and was feeling a little flushed…but what the heck…it felt good.

The time flew by, she hadn’t noticed until she looked at her watch.

“Oh my…I hadn’t realized it was so late…I should go” she said “I’ve really enjoyed tonight Tony…haven’t felt this good in a long time”

“You could come up to my room…finish the night of up there”

She knew what he was implying…she felt a stirring between her legs a little dampness…oh god could she…should she.

“Oh I don’t think I…”

He cut her off “Of course you can…I’ll make it worth your while” he replied and impish grin on his face.

“What do you mean, worth my while?” she asked.

He turned his head and nodded to the women at the bar, accompanied by their men.

“See them?” he said. Then twisted a little further and nodded toward another group sitting in a far booth “And those over there?”

“Yes” she replied.

“All earning at least $400 an hour…probably more…will go home tomorrow morning with around $2000 in their purses”

She looked at him in stony silence for a moment or two as the implication sunk in.

“Are you implying I’m a hooker?” she asked.

He smiled. “No not at all…but I think you’re worth a lot more that some of them and here you are drinking by yourself in a bar that is known for it’s expensive escorts…I prefer the word escort to hooker…sounds so much better…see the guy over in the other booth…the one accompanied by the redhead and brunette?”

“Yes”

“All the girls in this bar are his…every one of them…runs a very tight ship… but has the best escorts in town”

“So why are you telling me this?” she asked.

“Just thought I’d tell you in case you are thinking of starting up in opposition… I rather think Jason might be a tad pissed off with you”

“I think I’d better go,” said Sara, starting to get a little pissed off herself.

“No don’t…please stay a little longer…I’ll pay for your time…be my escort for the night…I’ll give you $3000 for the night”

Sara stared at him in blank amazement. She should have got up and just walked out, but she didn’t, she just stared at him, she couldn’t believe what he had just proposed and what he had just offered her. When she did not move he signaled the barman for two more drinks. The thing was she wanted to go with him, he was the best looking male she’d been with for quite a while, the image of Mark ran through her mind as a comparison, well there was no comparing the two of them…this guy had all the rugged good looks and the charm to go with it and she’d enjoyed being with him, the thing was he could have got all he wanted for free had he played his cards right, why offer her an inducement when he had no need of it.

The drinks were almost finished when he broached the subject again.

“Well what do you say…does $2000 buy me time with you?” he asked

“It was $3000 and no it doesn’t” she replied

He smiled and replied “Oh yes so it was” Interesting he thought, she said no, is still sitting here with me and remembers what my last offer was.

“Ok the how about $4000 for the night?” he asked.

Again blank amazement. She remained seated, her eyes raking the bar and booths where the other women were, two had already left and another guy had joined Jason and the two women in his booth…god she was right in the middle of it, then the sum of $4000 ran through her mind, god it would take her a month to earn that as Marks secretary. Another two drinks later and she’d decided it really was time to go, no more these silly games, she had an early morning lined up with Mark at court. As she was about to gather up her things and leave he said, “$5000, my final offer”

She made no movement, just stared at him, was he for real $5000 for a one-night stand.

“Well I’m sorry I could not tempt you…it seems you can’t be bought” and he stood, turned and was about to leave.

“Ok, I’ll do it” she replied, she couldn’t believe she’d just said that…was it really her.

When he turned back he had a smile on his face. “Good I’m so glad…shall we go?” he said, holding out his hand for her.

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The room he led her into was that of a man who could afford the finer parts of life. Money did not seem to be the object. This was not any hotel room, but one of the top suites. It would cost a fortune for just one night, add that to the fee he was going to pay her for a one night stand and yes this guy had money. How the other half live, she thought to herself. Her gaze moved around the room, she was awestruck at all the expensive furniture and fixtures, nothing like the dark dingy smelly room her boss Mark takes her to…this had ambience beyond compare.

The feel of Tony’s arms around her waist as he snuggled up close and kissing the back of her neck brought her back to reality and the reason she was here.

Tony’s hand moved slowly upward and gently cupped and squeezed her breast. She heard his sigh, felt his hot breath. He didn’t hide his feelings; he was hard and ready for her as he pressed it against her buttocks. The truth was she was ready for him also, the feel of his erection through the materials excited her, her panties were becoming wet…she smiled a little as she thought about it…that thing was going to earn her $5000…unbelievable.

He slowly turned her around; she was looking into his smiling handsome face and when their lips met she felt the passion of the kiss sweep through her body…and a delightful shudder. From the small of her back he let his hands slide over her tight firm ass, squeezing, pulling her against his hard manhood, a slight gyration to his hips.

She was finding it hard to breath; her heart pounded in her chest, her pussy was wet and ready for him. Sara felt his hand on the zip of her dress, vaguely aware of it being pulled down, her shoulder straps being pulled away and her dress falling easily and effortlessly to the floor, a quick expert flick and her bra was undone releasing her beautiful rounded breasts. Their kissing filled with passion as his hands gently touched and cupped the bare flesh…finger and thumb, tweaking the nipple making it hard and stand on end…a warm mouth now suckling nipple and breast.

“Oh god…oh god” she sighed, eyes closed, as she was drawn further and further in to ecstatic euphoria. No man had made her feel this good before…certainly not Mark…sex was for Mark and Mark only.

As Tony’s mouth suckled on her tit, his hands took hold of her panties, pulling them down and freeing them. Sara gave a little shuffle and they joined her dress at her feet. The hand that pushed between her legs was warm and all masculine. Her legs parting, she was now very wet down there as his fingers slid inside her. “Oh god…oh my god” she sighed, eyes still closed as she held him close and tight to her naked body.

Sara felt his strong arms lift and cradle her as he carried her to the bedroom. It was as if she were floating on a cloud, his face nuzzled into her neck, mouth kissing it, another delightful shudder ran through her body.

He was gentle as he laid her on the soft bed, she watched as he undressed. She teased him as she played and squeezed her breast, then spreading her legs apart played and fingered her pussy. He smiled and watched her actions. He seemed in no hurry as he too taunted her, taking his time, knowing she was ripe and ready for him…she wanted him alright, he knew that…let her stew a little longer.

As Tony undressed, Sara watched his evry move and as each garment dropped to the floor, her hand squeezed her breast with more intensity, she thrust her finger deeper inside her, working it faster and faster. When he stood before her naked, his perfectly sculptured body and hard erection was too much for her…she just yelled and cum. She loved the intense orgasm that ripped through her body. She was aware of her legs being pushed apart and a warm mouth kissing and tongue licking her pussy…she clamped her thighs tight around the culprit’s head who ever was doing this to her…she didn’t want him to escape…didn’t want it to stop.

It seemed to Sara that this guy was never going to stop. The more his mouth and lips kissed and ate her pussy and the deeper his tongue licked and delved, the more excited she became. She heard a scream, it was her scream as she came again and felt that wonderful shockwave through her body. The room around her seemed fuzzy, hazy, but it was a nice fuzzy, hazy feeling. She could feel her legs being spread apart. It was Tony…through the haze she could see his handsome smiling face. Then she gave a “Ahhhh…. ohhhhhh” as he entered her. Tony watched himself for a while as his hard stiff member thrust back and forth. Sara seemed oblivious to it all. Only her sighs and moans, telling Tony she was enjoying it. His mouth gently kissed her hard nipple, his tongue licking and circling it. She again gave a moan, pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts and felt another orgasm. This had never happened with Mark. Sex with Tony was a completely new experience and she liked it.

She had no idea of time. All she did know was the sex was good. Tony had been in complete control…she complied with every request, she remembers being face down, head buried in pillow and Tony taking her from behind. The movement of the bed…the slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh…her moans and sighs and Tony’s moans. Her ass was red and sore where he had been slapping it…but that matted not, the whole experience had so far been just wonderful…sex like she’d never had sex before.

Much as she wanted it, it couldn’t last forever and she sensed the end was near when his breathing increased, as did the pace…then one final crescendo…like the cymbals crashing in an orchestra, Tony burst forth, his cum gushing like some burst water main flowing inside her. Tony just collapsed on top of her, even though the room was air-conditioned both of them perspired…so intense had been the love making.

Spa pool and champagne followed. Then Tony sensing a second erection was about to happen chased the naked Sara back to bed…where to Sara’s delight it all happened again.

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When Sara awoke her head was throbbing… to say she felt like shit was putting it mildly…but to compensate she thought about last night…or more accurately the early hours of this morning. She smiled, stretched and yawned and reached out for Tony…but he’d already gone. On the bedside table a note and an envelope.

“Dear Sara sorry had to take off early. Thanks for a great time last night. Will call you again when I’m back in town…make full use of the room and order whatever you like from room service…. Tony”

When she opened the envelope it contained the five thousand dollars he’d promised her. She just stared at it…she’d never held five thousand dollars in her hand all in one go…for a night of enjoyment…hell with a guy like that she’d have willingly paid him. Then she remembered she had to be in court…oh god. She ordered croissant and coffee and while she waited dived into the shower…turning hot to cold for the final moments. It was a quick drive home an even quicker change of clothes and arrived at the court the same time as Mark…whose face was like thunder and wanted to know why she was late. Some how she really didn’t care anymore and told him to mind his own business. She had a life other than him and her work. It seemed to work, it was the first time she’d fronted up to him and he had no real answer…what he didn’t want to do was soil a good thing he had going.

As the days passed, things lapsed back to where they had been. Mark continued to make his advances. Sara was bent over his big oak desk or they would visit the dowdy motel…it was just play straight forward sex…more for Marks enjoyment than Sara’s and she continually thought about that great night she had, had with Tony. The money had bought her quite a few luxuries she’d never been able to afford before. Clothing, jewelry fine food and wine. She could quite easily get used to this life style she told herself.

Then about six weeks later came the call…it was Tony.

“Hi sexy…we ok for tonight?” he asked casually.

“Oh…um…yes…I think…how did you get my number?” she asked

“You told be you worked for a lawyers firm a couple of calls and here we are…you ok for tonight?”

Of course the answer to that was a definite yes…how could she possibly pass up a night with Tony?

Once again they met in the cocktail bar of the Ambassador, but this time she didn’t have to wait for Tony to make his move, he was already there waiting for her. God he’s one handsome looking guy she thought, her heart rate already rising to a dangerous level.

It was just like the night they had first met. Same women at the bar male admirers or were they clients and Jason with two females hanging around him. As far as Sara could see it was a place men came to if they wanted the best in call girls or escorts. The girls here were all top notch and would not come cheap. Sara felt a certain affinity with them knowing that Tony had paid her five thousand dollars for the privilege…she also felt a little smug knowing she had been worth twice the amount these girls had been paid

“I see Jason has his customary two girls with him…I think it must be an ego thing” Tony remarked

“Are all these girls his?” Sara asked.

“Mmm yes most are”

“He must do quite well”

“Yes I guess he does…but so do the girls at the prices they are going for they must all do well…I’d estimate after Jason takes his cut they would earn around half a mill a year…but then Jason will get around two mill a year”

“Whow…that’s more money than a lawyers secretary earns” replied Sara.

“Yes I guess it does…how about my special lawyers secretary comes up to my room and earns a little extra cash?”

Sara replied, “You know you don’t have to pay me…I’m quite willing to….”

Before she could finish he said, “Nonsense…won’t hear of it…you’re worth every cent”

In a way Sara was glad he’d said that, the thought of another five grand and a night of sheer ecstasy was something she could live with, besides the five grand from the last time was starting to run out…she’d spent up big time…everything she bought and wore now, was top design…no more run of the mill…she had more bling now than she’d ever had before and she liked it.

Another night spent with Tony lifted her right back up again. She’d been slipping back into her old habits with Mark…just a play thing, a bit of fun for him to enjoy when he wasn’t with Felicity…anyhow the wedding had all been set and very soon he’d be a married man. “But don’t worry my dear it won’t effect us…we’ll still have our special relationship…I think a pay rise is appropriate as well”

He had said it as if he were doing her a favour; well the money would come in handy. It didn’t take her long to get through the stuff these days.

The night had gone well again. Getting fucked, drinking champagne, spa baths and getting paid for it was a great way to spend an evening…and early morning. How Tony could be up and off so soon had Sara mystified. The night of high living always took its toll on her…but a shower, breakfast and a coffee helped revive her. Not only that, she liked the effect it had on Mark the following day. She liked to see his face, thunderess. He always knew she’d been up to something and would sulk and pout through the day, but once he had her bent over his oak desk he soon forgot all else.

Tony again had left the five thousand dollars on the bedside table…another reason she liked her nights with Tony.

Another six weeks slipped by, then the call from Tony. She had no hesitation in accepting his offer…she liked being in the bar with all those other hookers…it was kind of exciting, always had that smug feeling that she was just a little better than the others…like she was number one.

She learned more about the guy Jason…full name Jason Alfonse Lemont…pimp, although he wouldn’t describe himself as a pimp. He was a good-looking guy, dressed well, every piece of clothing seemed to be tailor made… and a new car almost every other month, he could afford all this, the money he earned from his girls. He also had good taste in women…again expected the price he charged for them…only the best. Sara did wonder why Tony would pick her, when he could have any one of the other women at half the price…but hey, what the heck, he did and it made her feel real special.

“I’ve got a surprise for you honey” Tony had said to Sara.

“Oh…what is it?” she’d asked and excited smile on her face.

He returned the smile “Wait…when we go up to my room…then” he replied.

She hassled for him to tell her what the surprise was, but he refused to reveal it until they were upstairs.

Not being able to contain her excitement she requested they go to his room right then.

“You sure?” he asked

“Yes right now…I can’t wait any longer”

“Ok then…if you insist, lets go”

They finished their drinks and headed for the elevators.

When they entered his room, the lights had been dimmed and soft music was playing. Sara thought how romantic…still wondering what the surprise was to be. Tony took her in his arms and held her tight.

“Honey I want you to meet someone”

A puzzled look upon her face Sara asked “Who?”

“Michael…Michael Dunhill” he replied and out of the shadows stepped the guy called Michael.

Still holding Sara by the waist he swung her around. “Michael…meet Sara…your and my entertainment for the night”

Suddenly Sara realized what the surprise was…and it was a surprise, not the kind of surprise she was expecting.

She tried to push away from Tony…but his arm held firm around her waist.

“No…no I’m not into this…I…”

“Of course you are…you can handle two of us…I know you can and eight grand for the night…a discount for two…twice the fun for you”

Again she tried to free herself, but already he was helping her out of her dress. As she struggled with him, her dress fell freely to the floor. Now only in black bra, panties, black stockings and hi-heel shoes. She heard Michaels gasp at the sight of her.

“I told you she was something special Mike…. didn’t I?”

“Yes…yes you did but she’s even better in the flesh so to speak”

Sara continued to struggle…Tony continued to undress her…bra falling next to the dress…then picking the struggling, reluctant Sara up he carried her to the bed. As she continued to protest, he flung himself on top of her…still fully clothed. Her fists continued to pummel at him…he only laughed at her futile attempts…then she felt her panties being pulled down, her legs being pushed apart and Tony cradled between them…his fly being pulled down…then “Oh god” and he was inside her, his ass rising and falling and a smile on his face.

The fight had now all gone out of her…the more he thrust into her…the further the other guy Michael retreated from her thoughts. Now she was holding and gripping Tony and soft sighs and moans emanating from her.

“Oh…oh Tony…. Tony”

“See…see how good it is honey…twice the fun eh?”

She closed her eyes and sighed, “Yes…yes it is”

Whilst Tony thrust into Sara…Michael undressed, until naked and stroking a large hard erection…seeing Sara and watching Tony screwing her, it hadn’t been too difficult to get a hard on.

Tony took a quick look over his shoulder, saw Michael standing there…smiled and said, “I see you’re all ready” Michael returned the smile, nodded and said he sure was.

“I’m going to let Michael fuck you now honey…so please don’t go all ballistic on me…ok?”

Eyes still closed she whispered, “No…no I won’t” Tony slowly withdrew and moved away; only the motion of the bed told her they were changing places. She felt her legs being held high, one leg over each shoulder, and then Michael’s erection was inside her, followed by the feel and the sound of his thrusting. “Oh—my—god” she murmured. Right now it didn’t matter to her who was doing the fucking…she liked the feeling the fucking brought with it…a cock was a cock and she liked it.

Twice the fun…yes it was, at least she thought so…now she had two naked horny guys screwing her…they were making full use of her body. Instructions kept coming. “On your back honey” “Turn over…on all fours” “Let me take you from behind…suck Michaels cock whilst I fuck you” It seemed never ending…but then for eight grand who said it was going to be easy…but then this was work she enjoyed. It was a night of pleasure with two guys. Spa pools, champagne and back to bed for another round.

Michael had cum in her mouth, she coughed and spluttered as the acrid tasting fluid ran down her chin, but a mouthful of champagne soon rid her of any taste. Tony had jerked off and she watched the stream of cum shoot from the end of his hard erect penis and splatter between her breasts.

The final spa had felt good as all three relaxed. Sara was glad both Michael and Tony seemed to have had their fill…she was starting to feel drowsy and sleep was not far from her…she remembered being cuddled between two naked men, then oblivion, but it was only Michael she woke up to…again Tony had gone…like a ghost vanishing into the advancing dawn.

“Oh god my head hurts” she proclaimed…it was the same after every late night session…perhaps it was the champagne that didn’t agree with her “I take it Tony has gone?”

“Yes…early as ever…I don’t know how he does it?” Michael replied, “Sure has a strong constitution” He pushed Sara on her back and rolled on top of her. The thing brushing her thighs was hard. “I’m always at my best in the morning…real nice and hard” said Michael smiling.

“Oh…my god you sure are” she gasped as he entered her.

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The shower and breakfast with strong black coffee had once again revived her. The money as always was there for her…the full amount of eight thousand dollars. Sara couldn’t believe it, she now had a healthy bank account…far more than she would ever earn as Marks clerk…she liked money, best of all she enjoyed spending it…part of it now a down payment for a better car, all her old clothes in her wardrobe replaced with the best money could buy, shoes, dresses, jewelry, underwear…she especially liked buying sexy underwear…it seemed to turn Tony and any of his men friends he brought along for the night. Never again did she complain or resist Tony’s request to introduce new guys to the scene. Along with everything else was the new up market flat…yes she liked this lifestyle, in fact she wondered why she put up with Mark and his demands.

Then Tony came to her one day and said that he had a golden opportunity over seas and it was quite possible he would not be seeing her for a while…like quite a long time…like never again.

It came as a bitter blow…like watching a building suddenly collapse before her eyes.

“What about all the other guys Tony…they…they could still give me a call arrange with them, let them now I’m still willing to carry on as before”

“Sure babe…sounds great…I’ll give them your number, then they can make arrangements eh?”

The thing was the calls never came and the bank account started to diminish. Marks wedding came and went…now all she had was bending over Marks oak desk…but that wasn’t making her the money she’d become accustomed to.

Then the real big blow came when Mark told her he had to release her. Felicity suspected their little arrangement and insisted that he get rid of her. “I’ll find someone more suitable for you” she’d said and he know what more suitable would mean.

So here she was no job and no income. She visited the hotel to see if there were any sign of Tony’s friends, but like Tony they had all evaporated.

Then one evening as she sat sipping a drink, looking for signs of the guys, she noticed Jason sitting all alone…on impulse she went over to him.

“Mr. Lemont” she said.

Jason looked up at her. “Yes…can I help you honey?” he asked.

She felt awkward and a little embarrassed standing there, thinking about what she was to ask.

She looked around the bar to see if anyone was watching her.

“I need a job…can you give me a job” she quickly blurted out, wanting to get the question over with.

Jason looked at her for a moment or two. God this was terrible she thought.

“Sorry kid…but I’m not an employment agency…try the bar…see if they need any bar staff?”

“No…no, you don’t understand…I need a job…you know the type I mean?” she said, waiting for him to get the message.

He let his gaze linger for a while as he weighed her up.

“I really don’t now what type of job you are talking about sweetheart…as I’ve said try the bar”

“You damn well know what type of job” she said, then in a lower tone. “An escort…a job as an escort”

He liked what he saw…she would make a good escort…she had all the looks and pedigree to add her to his stable.

“How do I know you’re not a cop…setting me up?”

“I’m not…I’m not, I swear”

“That’s what they all tell me…then the next thing is I’m getting my ass dragged down town and being booked…you look good honey, but I can’t take the risk…try somewhere else…sorry”

Sara was disappointed, she needed this job, she knew she could do it and do it well. She had all the right assets she just needed the investors.

She was sitting at the bar a drink in front of her contemplating, where to from here?

The drunk sidled up next to her. “Hi honey…let me buy ya a drink…what’ll it be?”

“Nothing thanks…I’m waiting for someone”

“Yeh…me…and I’m here” he replied.

Sara again refused his offer for a drink.

“Oh I see…my money not good enough…or maybe I’m not good enough…is that it…how much do you charge….I got money you know…won big on the gee, gee’s today…how much honey?”

Sara contemplated the guy…he was a little inebriated but not plastered. If he could afford the price and he could get it up…why not try a little free-lance.

“For you honey a special discounted one of $2000” she said.

It took a moment for it to sink in, and then he had a look of disbelief. He even laughed.

“How much…how much…I only want you for a night…not a fucking month sweetheart…god I’ve never paid that for any fucking whore” he replied.

He was now starting to get abusive with her.

“Listen buster…you don’t talk to any of my girls like that…I don’t like you calling them whores…she’s an escort…one of my escorts, if you can’t afford her go elsewhere, not here, now leave before I call a couple of the boys over to bounce you out” It was Jason, behind her.

The drunk was going to argue then thought better of it…mumbled something under his breath and left. Jason turned his attention to Sara a smile on his face.

“You serious about a job girl…you’re not wired or anything?”

“Oh yes I’m serious…lost my present job and have a heap of bills to pay” she then went into details of her life and yes she already knew how to do it for money so she had experience if that concerned him.

He was impressed and told her so.

“Listen, working for me is a whole heap different to working for yourself honey…I invest big money in my girls…so there are a few rules…strict rules, none negotiable so you had better listen to what they are…if you still want to work for me after that then you’re on…there’s no trial period as far as I’m concerned”

He gave her a moment to think about what he had just said.

“OK…tell me what the rules are, Mr. Lemont”

“First and foremost once you’re one of my girls, you remain one of my girls, no freebies for anyone…not even a boy friend if you have one. I say when you can leave the job…take off without my knowing or permission and you’ll live to regret it…if you live…don’t think I won’t eventually find you…I will…the alternative life style you will then lead…well it’s not worth contemplating. I invest big money in you girls…I set you up…I’m a businessman…I expect a return on my dollar…right. I’m also into making porn movies…you’d need to be prepared to make one…it’s expected of all my girls. I expect 100% loyalty from you. You get eight weeks off the job a year; if you want them…it’s up to you. The hours are long and can be any time of day or night. The client will pay you direct…call it a gift, he does nothing until he pays you that gift first. If he tries do get rough or smart…tell me, we have ways of dealing with guys like that. If you take on more than one guy the price is the same for all no discounts. You’re going to get to make a lot of money and so am I by you’re efforts. Best girl of the year gets a new Mercedes…at present it’s between two of my girls, same ones each year…they work hard and earn a good living…I can tell you, you can too…I’ll call you tomorrow for a decision”

Sara had already made her mind up…she liked what she heard, OK it was a big commitment…she was virtually going to be owned by this guy, giving herself to him just as a chattel or a piece of property…but she liked the lifestyle and she particularly liked the money that went with it.

“I’ll take the job” she declared.

“No…no you won’t…I want you to be absolutely sure about all this…think about it…think hard about it…I’ll call you tomorrow”

Sara was going to argue with him, but he cut her off…told her no deals till tomorrow. If her answer was still yes, then from that point on she was one of his girls, she would be working for him.

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Sara couldn’t sleep that night, she tossed and turned, she wanted this job wanted it real bad. She knew she would be good at it…it was an opportunity to make some real money, oh sure she was lining herself up to be a hooker, maybe for the rest of her life. She didn’t doubt for one moment that Jason would make good on what he had said. She would take it one day, one week, one month or a year at a time, who knew what the future had in store…anything could happen to Jason. In the mean time she would make and invest the money wisely, not snort it up her nose. If she had made a career working as a lawyers clerk and for Mark Stevens in particular, although that wasn’t relevant any more, she could have worked three life times and not made the money she was about to make. All these things were racing through her mind, not permitting her to sleep.

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The phone was ringing. Sara suddenly sat bolt upright, she must have eventually drifted off.

“Hello” she said, still in a sleepy stupor.

“Ah Sara, I almost hung up…have a hang over eh?” Jason asked.

Suddenly her heart was pounding and she was wide-awake…he had her attention.

“No…no I couldn’t get to sleep…must have dropped off…I hope you’re going to ask the question I’ve wanted to hear”

Jason laughed, “Well yes…I hope you are going to give the answer I’ve wanted to hear…do you still want to work for me honey?”

“Oh god yes…yes” she replied, heart thumping.

“Good, good…that’s the answer I wanted to hear…you’ve thought it all through I hope…there’s no changing your mind after, you do realize that don’t…I can’t impress that on you enough”

“No…no I’ve thought it all through…I know what will happen if I want to leave…I…I really do want to work for you Mr. Lemont”

“OK how about I pick you up in a couple of hours…take a shower…have breakfast and wear some sexy undergarments. I suggest you wear a dark dress suit and white blouse…look the businesswoman, but underneath I want you looking all sex…you got that honey…we’re going shopping”

“Yes…yes I’ll be ready Mr. Lemont…sexy underwear…right”

“Right…a couple of hours” he said

Sara was going to thank him again but he’d already hung up.

God what had he in store for her, sexy underwear and they were going shopping. Whatever he had in mind, sex was part of it…of that she was absolutely sure…her first client. She danced her way to the shower, pausing to look at her naked self in the mirror. “An escort…I’m an escort” she said excitedly to the reflection, hands on hips, taking a sexy stance, gyrating and pouting her lips. “Is this what you want honey” she said, parting her legs and pulling her pussy lips apart, to reveal the pink flesh of her vagina.

The shower was hot and invigorating and she hummed a little tune. She was one happy hooker.

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Jason was on time, now that his new girl had said she was willing to accept his terms and she seemed very keen. He didn’t want to waist time, get her set up and on board as quickly as possible, this was where his investment came in.

The day promised to be warm and sunny again, Sara still felt good as she went to meet him. Jason obviously had a liking for Mercedes cars; he was driving the latest and dearest.

“Morning my dear…you’re chauffer awaits her majesty” he said, standing with door open and a sweeping gesture for her to enter. This was indeed the royal treatment she thought. Sara noticed Jason look at her long slender legs as she fastened up her seat belt…she smiled inwardly…men.

The morning was full and exciting as Jason took her from one fashion shop to another. He helped and advised her on what she would be expected to wear, especially in the underwear dept. The car was loaded with shoes, dresses and various pieces of jewelry…none of it cheap. This was just a part of it. The retailers had instructions on where to deliver the rest. Next stop was an apartment.

“I like your apartment Mr. Lemont” She said on entering, “Whow…it’s really something” Sara thought he had brought her back here so that she could show here appreciation for all the fine clothes he had bought…time to start earning her money?

He chuckled and said “Well it’s not really mine…it’s yours” handing her the keys

“I’ve told you…you’re now a top escort…you’ll be charging top money…you’ve got to look and feel the part”

Sara couldn’t believe it as she gazed around the apartment, moving from room to room…her present accommodation would fit into just one of the rooms here.

“Oh god…how can I afford all this?”

“Oh you will honey…trust me you will” He smiled at the look of awe she had on her face.

“Now come…we aren’t finished yet…one more stop”

Sara couldn’t think what else she could possibly be seeing. A twenty minute ride and a sign reading “Schofields European Cars” gave her the answer and there sitting in the showroom was her shiny new Mercedes sport.

“This is Alan McGregor honey…Alan this is our new member Sara” Jason said as he introduced them.

It was nothing new to Alan…he’d been introduced to other girls just like Sara…he liked what he saw…all of Jasons girls were hand picked and he knew how he could charge the money he did for their services…if a guy wanted a quick cheap shag…go down to Pollard St…anything from $80 onward would get you one. He also got a stirring in his loins area; after all he had a good reason to do so.

“Honey take a look around the car whilst Alan and I go and do some business”

Twenty minutes later they joined Sara back at the car.

“Well that’s all settled…now just to make sure you’re satisfied with the car…Alan will take you for a test drive…along the coastal highway, there’s a nice quiet motel…the Vista…I’m sure you can show Alan how you have appreciated all he has done for you…know what I mean” he said with a wink

Sara knew exactly what he meant…it was time to start earning her living…nothing was for free.

It felt good to be on the open road, roof down car purring effortlessly. Too soon the sign “Vista Motel” came into sight. Alan’s hand had been gently rubbing Sara’s thigh for the last ten minutes. The bulge in his trousers had been there almost as soon as he’d seen Sara…this was the part of his job he liked.

Sara realized why Jason had asked for all business dress on the outside and all sex underneath…it would look like a couple of business colleagues having it off away from the office…maybe both married and cheating on their spouses. Sara also knew Jason was going to ask Alan what he thought about her…she had to make sure he wasn’t disappointed.

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The motel owner had seen it all before, his motel was ideal for the precise reason that Sara and Alan the car salesman were going to use it for. As long as the people paid him the tariff he asked, who cared what they got up to.

“Room 18 sir,” he said as he handed Alan the key. He didn’t ask about luggage…there wasn’t any, in a couple of hours the key would be back in the office and he’d soon have the room ready for the next couple.

“Mmm this is quite cozy” said Alan as he locked the door and turned his attention to Sara.

Sara viewed the room and thought at least it was better than the dungy room that she and Mark used to visit…it was a big step up…sea views and sea air. She felt a little nervous, it was her first time with a guy that was not connected to Tony…this was the forerunner of all that was to come in the future…a test maybe? She still vowed to do her best.

“Yes I agree…you chose well Alan”

She didn’t have to make the first move…Alan had been thinking about her from leaving the sales room, as his hand felt her leg and thigh he’d become hard and was still hard and eager to go. He quickly discarded his jacket and tie as he moved toward her; she likewise wasted no time in discarding her own jacket and starting to unbutton her blouse. This action was taken over by Alan; he relished undressing his female partners…taking his time watching as each button undone revealed a little more…. oh god black bra. Sara would not normally wear black under a white blouse…but she knew that black underwear was the most preferred colour for most men. It held her ample breasts and created a good cleavage. As Alan undressed Sara…Sara likewise undressed Alan. His body seemed taught and fit; he obviously took care of himself and worked out. Her blouse and his shirt hit the floor almost simultaneously as each ripped the others clothing of their bodies…both touching and exploring each other. She running her soft hands over his upper torso…he touching and squeezing her breasts…exciting her…breasts starting to firm…nipples starting to harden, her pussy becoming a little moist.

Her skirt and his trousers were next to go. Alan’s mouth was positively drooling as he stared at the sight before him…her body filled her underwear beautifully…those long shapely legs encased in black stockings…wonderful full shaped breasts, ripe for the picking and the best was yet to come. No matter how many times he had the privilege of screwing one of Jason’s girls he never tired of it…it was one of his pleasures in life and long may it be so. Time to move on and he removed his underwear…throwing them to one side. Now it was Sara’s turn to be impressed, her eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of it…she reached out and tenderly touched it before taking a firm hold of it…she closed her eyes and shuddered at the feel of it…warm, hard and throbbing with power…her hand working it feverously.

Feeling Sara’s hand working the shaft sent a shudder through Alan who was more eager than ever to move on, almost ripping her bra and panties from her. The harder Sara pumped his shaft, the more excited he became, his hands touching exploring her body, every crack and crevice his fingers delved, his mouth upon her breast his tongue making circles around her hard nipples. The next move came from Sara as she dropped to her knees, with hand still firmly gripping his hard cock, she pushed it into he mouth, her head bobbing back and forth as she gobbled and sucked upon it…hand continuing to pump it. Just the sound of sucking and Alan’s soft moans and sighs.

He felt a passion and lust he’d not felt in a long time, some how she felt more like a lover than the whore that she was… most whores he’d been with were just a quick fuck and were gone…but not this woman. He picked her up bodily and threw her on the bed, roughly pushing her legs apart. The sight of her ripe pink wet pussy added more fuel to his passions…he was torn between making it last and fucking her to conclusion…sheer lust won the day…he was thrusting into her. He heard her gasp and scream a little as he did so. No playing by the rules, he knew Jason had a strict “Always wear a condom” rule, but Sara had been given no time to think or do anything about it. His heart and adrenalin were pumping…he wanted to cum and leave it inside her. To fuck with Jason and to fuck with his rule…not this time old buddy…not this time…then he did cum.

He lay collapsed on top of Sara…his heart was still pounding as if he’d just finished running a marathon, but the feeling he had was of complete satisfaction, even better than winning the marathon.

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The owner looked at his watch, yep almost exactly two hours since they had entered the room. The guy was handing back the key and thanking him. His eyes never strayed far from Sara’s ass as she passed by

He thought to himself “Yeah well the only way you could really thank me was to let me fuck that nice tight ass you’re with”

“Have a nice day now” he shouted after them.

Alan hardly heard the words; his mind was still on the second time, the time after his lustful explosion, as he lay next to Sara, his hands exploring her body, now taking time to really feel each and every part that he touched. The smell of her perfume, her beautiful long blond hair as it spread over the pillow…this time he savored her…kissing and licking his way down…her firm breasts and stiff nipples, down over her taught trim stomach…he could see the slit vanishing between her legs…almost there…he pushed her legs apart and upon seeing the open pink flesh…pink flesh that had been opened up by his hard manhood…he flung himself upon it…like some hungry animal he fed upon it…tasting and savoring every lick and every bight. The more he fed upon it the more Sara moaned and thrashed, her hands tightly clasping his head and hair pulling him in…begging for more. Then he again thrust into her, again his ass humped up and down and again he ignored the rules and came inside her. It was an afternoon that would linger in his mind for a long, long time

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Sara stepped out into the warm sunny morning. It had been a few months since that first time at the Vista Motel. No more Vista Motels for her. The clients she now serviced expected more…much more. Top accommodation, top restaurants and top entertainment in whatever format it came. At $2000 a night she was expected to give of her best and she did, she’d left no one disappointed and no complaints from any client. The past five days had earned Jason $20,000 of which she received a good proportion. The fee was more than usual as the client was a sheikh with massive oil interests, $20,000 to him was small change…being his constant companion for five days had been well worth it. She did a quick calculation…the money meant her running earning total had reached another $100,000 and that meant another tattoo.

The first time she’d wondered what Jason was talking about when he had told her she had earned her first medal…a tattoo. When she asked he explain he replied

“Ah yes Sara…perhaps I forgot to mention all my girls get what I call the money belt tattoo…a dollar sign is tattooed around your waist…one dollar sign for every $100,000 earned, until it forms a belt so to speak, looking like this” he explained, drawing the signs on paper. “$ Your first one, then another $$, then another $$$ and so on and so on, until they join up forming a money belt…a good way to add up how much you have earned don’t you think”

Sara wasn’t too sure that it was, anyone knowing what they represented would also know what she did for a living…mostly when wearing her bikini…but arguing the point with Jason wasn’t a wise thing to do. Well this would make three…she’d passed the $300,000 mark. Jason was no fool, he knew what each girl was worth to him, each girl heavily insured…should anything happen to any of them, his investment was covered after all he was the principal beneficiary.

Sara was likewise no fool; the money she earned was never going to go up her nose. Investments…wise investments a good portfolio including real estate…you never knew where you would be tomorrow…what the future had in store.

She’d seen Mark a few times in passing; she’d be escorting some wealthy tycoon. Mark always seemed so miserable…no doubt Felicity would be contributing to that, a tight leash no doubt. She smiled at the thought. Her stomach tingled a little from the fresh tattoo she had just received. Pressing the accelerator further to the floor the Mercedes responded…god she loved this life…this afternoon she had another porn movie to make with Brad Hawk…she was billed as Angelina Powers, she could see why Brad had been picked as a porn stud…much the same all the guy’s had been picked…but she liked Brad…they had become good friends…nearest thing she had to a boyfriend… who cared what happened tomorrow, right now she was happy…real happy

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What Sara had not been aware of was the phone call Jason had made shortly after she had accepted his job offer.

“Hi there…Tony…this is Jason…well done she’s just perfect…one of the best you have sent me…you have good taste and good judgment my friend…your money has been deposited…what else have you got for me?”

“I’m working on a very nice brunette…it’s looking good, she accepted my invitation to meet up with another guy and myself tonight…a threesome”

“Good work Tony…look forward to meeting her” then he hung up.

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