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 Title: My Cousin, My Escort Pt.  01


Summary: Paying for sex is a lot more complicated when you're family.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot





   It's amazing what little details a person notices when they're trying to
think of something, anything, to take their mind off of a stressful
situation.

   As Tony sat in an unfamiliar bed roughly an hour away from his home, his
brain scanned the room around him looking to find something to focus on
besides the lump in his throat, his elevated heart rate and the thoughts
about why he was there.

   He could hear the low hum of a muted television to his left.  A half
hour or so ago, he was watching a replay of a fairly boring episode of
Modern Family and trying, unsuccessfully, not to stare at the clock on his
cell phone.

   To his right, there was a hint of an orange or yellowish light coming
through his hotel room's blinds.  It looked like the headlights of a
passing car.

   "Was that her?  Is she here?," he wondered to himself as he got out of
bed and looked through the blinds.  "No.  It's not her.  Not yet."



   Even though Tony knew this was a tourist hotel, and assumed it would be
busy on a week night, he looked around at the cars driving in and out of
the parking lot around him and couldn't help but wonder if perhaps this
hotel was TOO busy.

   Maybe he made a mistake booking it?  What if someone he knew saw him
check in?

   The questions swirled through his mind as the minutes passed.  He was
nervous, and with good reason.

   After 38 years of leading what some would call a "boring" life----one
where a person goes to college, meets their partner, gets a job, gets
married and buys a house----Tony was about to do something he never thought
he'd have the courage to do: He was going to pay for sex.

   For over a decade, he's had this particular fantasy and, in just under
20 minutes, he was set to experience it for the first time.

   Whenever he pictured this moment, he assumed he'd be excited.  He
thought he'd find it erotic.  But now that it's here, all he can think
about is finding a way not to throw up.

   ====

   Three hours earlier, in a room far warmer and more welcoming than
Tony's, Cassie stood in her kitchen and had only one thing on her mind:
Text notifications can be a real pain in the ass.

   Standing in her kitchen wearing nothing more than a t-shirt and a pair
of black leggings, Cassie had just finished washing the last of her dishes
from dinner the night before when she heard the familiar buzz of her phone
going off.

   She was always conflicted when the sound came.

   On the one hand, that little black box on the counter that she feels
chained to at times makes it possible for her to live in this house.  If
she doesn't answer a potential inquiry fairly quickly, someone else might
and when you're working in the sex industry, the only thing more
frustrating than being on the clock all day is being on the clock all day
and having nothing to show for it.

   This lead was promising.  This might actually happen.

   Finally.

   Thumbing her password into her phone, Cassie jumped over to her email
and saw the reply she was waiting for.

   It was him.  It was Roger.

   Roger?  What a stupid name.

   Well, okay.  It's not THAT stupid a name but it's a stupid name for
someone to make up as an alias and there's just about no chance the person
she's been communicating with for the last week is actually named Roger.

   Not that she has some moral high ground to stand on, of course.  As far
as "Roger" knows, her name is Alyssa.  Yeah, it's not terribly creative but
in an industry where everyone is named Candy, Fantasia or Destiny, it's
easier to be subtle than creative when picking out an alias.

   Cassie had run through her screening process dozens of times now and you
can just tell when someone is using a fake name.  But this guy sounded
sweet.

   Right from his first email, a bashful inquiry asking for more
information on her booking process, she could sense "Roger" was her ideal
client.  He was well spoken, patient while he waited for her to reply and
his requests were about as mundane as you can get in the sex-for-money
trade.  It's a far cry from what she's used to, she thought as they
communicated back and forth.

   Maybe that's why she let him get away with the made up name.  Maybe
that's why she didn't press him to send her references from other escorts
or a photocopy of his ID with a link to his Facebook profile and LinkedIn
page.

   "You're making a mistake." she said to herself, more than once.

   If Cassie had followed any of the regular steps of her process, she
might have avoided the awkward situation she'd find herself in later
tonight.  But this guy seemed genuine and, hell, if things went sideways
she could just knee him in the balls and take off.

   Overconfidence was her second mistake.

   Her third was taking his money.

   When Roger was hesitant to give her his ID, Cassie told him she wouldn't
continue their conversation without a 50% deposit.  It was sent moments
later.  He hesitated to give her too much information but had no trouble
sending her half the money up front?

   "Yeah," she thought.  "He's definitely married."

   And that's how she got here.  The phone chimed just as Cassie thought it
would.  He'd just sent the rest of the payment.

   A cop wouldn't do that.  Someone who might be a risk to your safety
wouldn't leave that kind of paper trail, even if it was just
electronically. Hell, anyone who knew anything about the sex-for-money
business would know paying in advance is just asking to get burned. 
Clearly, this guy hadn't done this before.

   Paying for her services meant there was no turning back for Roger, or
whatever his name was.  All Cassie had to do was show up.

   They could proceed.  She was willing to take the chance.

   As Cassie looked over at the outfit Roger has requested she wear, she
couldn't help but think this would be a good night.  Sometimes it's
important to build trust with a new client.  It's how to create regulars
and regulars are a lifeline for girls in the sex trade.

   So what if he was married?  Her job is to please her clients, not play
marriage counselor.

   If she knew who she was talking to on the other end of those emails, she
might have played things differently.

   Then again?  Maybe not.

   ====

   Tony looked down at his clock again.  Barely five minutes had passed
since the last time he checked.

   He closed his eyes and let the feel of the room overtake him.  The hum
of a busy parking lot was both comforting and concerning but it was the
smell that really stood out.

   Even though he knew from the minute he walked into this hotel that his
room was clean but it almost felt ...  too clean.  Like it was too
sanitized.  Like someone came in and wiped down every inch of the room with
Lysol and took any sense of personality with it.

   Those were Tony's thoughts as the clock ticked closer to 8 p.m.  He
looked at his hands and could see beads of sweat forming on his palms.  He
was nervous.

   Tony was trying, and failing, to do whatever he could to stop from
focusing on why he was in this room.

   Tony was a married man, happily married in fact.  And he's not proud of
what he's doing here but, honestly, it's for the best.  Spiritually. 
Mentally.  Physically.

   Kayla would understand.

   Tony's wife knew he would end up doing this one day -- he'd been open
about this fantasy for most of their marriage -- and while their
relationship might not be as physically satisfying as he wanted it to be,
it's otherwise absolutely perfect.  He loved her.  She loved him.  But he
needed something different.

   When you'd been together with someone for close to two decades, that's
just the way it was.  You could still love each other and be there for each
other but, physically, you couldn't expect the excitement to still be there
the same way it used to.  And if you hadn't lost your need for sex, but
your partner had, it's impossible to bury that thought forever.

   He's not cheating.

   No, really.  He's not.

   His wife knew this would happen.

   There aren't a lot of people who would understand the deal Tony made
with Kayla on their last wedding anniversary but it was completely on brand
for their relationship.  Permission to hire an escort?  What kind of wife
would allow that?  It was practically unheard of in their small Florida
town.

   But she did.  And bless her heart for it.  Kayla understood that what
her husband was asking for was strictly a physical release.  It's really no
different than jerking off to porn or using a Fleshlight.  In fact, the
only rules she put in place were that no one else could know about it and
they'd never speak to each other about it.

   Kayla's mindset was simple.  When the man of your dreams, the one you've
built a life with, asked you for something important to him, and explained
why he needed it, there's really no reason to say no.  Not when you have
that level of trust.  Not when he's spent his entire adult life giving you
everything you wanted and more.

   Kayla knew Tony wasn't going to leave her for an escort he slept with
once or twice.  So, while she didn't want to think about it, she didn't
mind saying yes when he asked for that pass almost eight months ago.

   He still hadn't used it though.  Until tonight.

   Maybe he was scared.  Maybe he was nervous.  For whatever reason, even
WITH his wife's blessing, Tony couldn't help but think this whole thing
felt wrong.

   Wrong.

   It felt wrong.

   And "feeling wrong" is exactly what led to him contacting Cassie for the
first time.

   ====

   At 38 years old, Tony was the definition of a simple guy.  He worked
9-5. He spent time on the weekends with his wife and his friends and
complained on Reddit when the writers of his favorite TV shows botched the
ending.  He's the quintessential mature, responsible man ...  who also
happened to love porn.  A lot.

   Ever since Tony was a teenager, he'd watched porn almost every day. 
Sure, that's not surprising.  A lot of men do.  But what started as a fun
way to spend a few minutes forgetting about the tasks and world around him
quickly turned into a hobby.  There's not a day when he wasn't at least
scrolling through videos on his favorite tube sites to see what's new, even
if he didn't always masturbate to them.

   Tony loved amateur videos more than overly-produced ones but, really,
his interests tended to fall into videos that had a story or could at least
be plausible.

   That's where he got his fetish for sex workers.  It's a popular genre. A
guy hires an escort, pays her an undisclosed amount of money, gets what he
wants and they leave.

   It's a simple concept on the surface but deep down?  It's wrong.  Or, at
least, the stigma around paying for sex and sexual exploration as a whole
makes it "feel wrong." That's also what makes it exciting.

   When done properly, escort porn takes the time to develop the
relationship between the guy and girl before the sex starts and it makes
the inevitable action between the sheets much more rewarding.  You can't
just get right down to the sex.  If you did, why would you bother creating
a storyline in the first place?  Why wouldn't you just get your actors to
smile, look at the camera and start fucking?

   Escort porn is different.  It takes the time to slowly build the erotic
excitement that makes that sweet release feel special.  That's why he's
here, in the middle of a nondescript hotel room with a raging erection,
waiting for the first escort he's ever had the guts to contact for a
real-life appointment.

   It was bound to happen.  You don't fantasize about something for as long
as he has thought about this without eventually giving in.

   And fantasizing was what he's been doing nonstop since Alyssa agreed to
meet him.

   ====

   It all started with an ad.

   Bored one day and looking to find something exciting to jerk off to
while his wife was at the grocery store, Tony checked out the local board
on a website where men from his area gathered to talk about sex workers.

   From time to time, he went on this site to fill his fantasies and let
his mind wonder.  Most of what's on there is bullshit and he knows it but
readers could usually figure out what's real and what's not and they almost
always provided links to real escort ads, which are a great resource when
you want to roleplay in your head and imagine hiring someone for sex.

   Inevitably, Tony would read a description of one of the local girls,
check out her ad and spend the next 10 minutes or so fantasizing how he
would contact them, what he would say and how their entire sexual encounter
would go.

   Most of the ads were crap.  Blurred out photos with piss-poor writing
and obvious scams were all too abundant on the mainstream escort sites. 
But every now and again, if he was willing to sift through the garbage, he
could find something worth thinking about.

   Tony knew the minute he saw Alyssa's ad that something was different. 
Instead of cheesy non-specific titles like "Sweet girl wants to make you
feel great," Alyssa's ad was poignant and direct and oozed a certain type
of sexual confidence that Tony couldn't get enough of.  Right from the
title of the ad ("This is so much more than sex,") he was intrigued.

   "You're not buying sex.  You're buying an experience  -"

   Are you bored?  Lonely?  In a sexless marriage?  Missing that spark that
only comes from a new experience in an otherwise boring life?  Hi.  I'm
Alyssa.



   I'm a real, independent, brunette 35-year-old and I don't have time for
games.  You know what you want and why you're looking at my ad.  I know how
to make it worth your time and your money.



   If you're looking for a quick and easy fuck, I'm not the person for you.
But if you want the type of experience you'll still be thinking about in 20
years, I'm worth.  every.  penny."

   If there was ever an ad written specifically for Tony, this was it.  And
if the ad didn't catch his attention, the photos sure did.

   Alyssa's profile had a handful of clearly well thought out photos on
display and, unlike every other ad he'd seen on this site, they weren't
taken with a shitty cell phone in front of a mirror.

   No, these were more than selfies meant to show tits and ass.  These were
art.  The first three showed Alyssa wearing high-end lingerie, a black and
white top that showed her curves.  The next two were a little more risque
and shot from behind her, showing one of the sexiest asses Tony had ever
seen.  There were two topless photos, where she hid her nipples from view
in an implied-nude and the last few were full body, head to toe shots of
her wearing dark lingerie, fish net stockings and sexy high heels.

   The only thing missing was her face but, if you'd seen enough of these
ads, you'd know it's pretty common for girls to hide their faces to protect
their identity from those looking to out them, harass them, or ruin their
private lives.

   The moment Tony saw Alyssa's photos, he had a raging hard on that
demanded attention.  It wasn't just the way this girl wrote her ad that
struck him, it was the overall presentation from top to literal bottom.

   This was clearly a girl who knew what she was doing.  He did not.

   It took Tony nearly seven hours, and two jerk off sessions in the
bathroom, to work up the courage to actually send Alyssa an email through
her own personal escort site linked in the ad.  He chickened out at least
four times, but once he sent that first message, he knew immediately he was
in trouble if she responded.

   She did.

   And he was.

   ====

   That first email came to Cassie the way they always do.  In the middle
of the night, while she was sleeping.  Guys love sending these initial
inquiries at ungodly late times.

   It makes sense.  You're up late, winding down from work and ready to go
to sleep so your brain turns to sex.  Maybe you slog through another boring
missionary-only, lights off session with your partner.  Or maybe you jerk
off alone.

   Either way, it's prime time for reaching out to a sex worker for your
unfulfilled fantasy and while Cassie knew "Roger's" inquiry was probably a
waste of time like the other nine she got that day, it's always worth
responding to see where things go.

   The key was to keep it simple, short and sweet.  Never get specific
about sex acts in an email, never tie sex acts to money.  Set up a couple
of obstacles to trip up your time-wasters or law enforcement officers
looking to set up a sting.

   It was a time tested system Cassie worked out from weeks of research on
a sex worker Reddit board and DMs to real-life escorts who appeared
friendly on Twitter.  For a bunch of strangers selling their bodies, the
sex worker community can be oddly reassuring at times and it helped her
immensely when she was just started out.

   Cassie's first reply to Tony fit all her criteria.  It took 30 seconds
to send and she immediately put it out of mind.  It wasn't until he
answered that email, paid half her rate up front and they actually set up a
time to meet that this felt real.

   That was a week ago.  Tonight's the night they agreed to get together
and Cassie was ready to make quick work of her latest client.  The faster
you get them off, the faster you can go home.  With a body like hers, that
was never much of a challenge.  It wasn't always that way.

   Cassie grew up as the youngest of three sisters and never felt
particularly great about her appearance.  For the first 16 years of her
life, she looked like a stereotypical awkward teenage tomboy.  She wore
baseball caps, baggy t-shirts and ragged jeans and could not have cared
less about her appearance.

   It wasn't until she caught a late growth spurt and suddenly had bigger
tits and a shapelier ass than either of her siblings that things really
changed, both physically and mentally.  In a span of one summer, she went
from being invisible to the opposite sex to the girl everyone of both sexes
snuck a peek at when they thought she wasn't looking.

   And the boys?  The same ones who used to be mean and make fun of her for
her flat chest and awkward clothes were the ones suddenly tripping over
themselves to have a chance at her.

   Cassie's attitude didn't change too much internally as she grew up but
she wasn't stupid.  She was always the same girl at her core but she knew
her appearance was an advantage and she used it as such.  In college, she
always wore lower cut shirts when she was out with friends and she NEVER
paid for a drink.

   In fact, college was the first time she was ever asked if she'd trade
sex for money.

   His name was Greg.  He was an ex-boyfriend but not someone you'd ever
take seriously.  Months after they broke up, Cassie ran into him on a night
out at the local Irish dive bar.  It's a night she won't forget and she
still occasionally laughed about it when it popped in her mind.

   "Hey Cass, I miss you," Greg slurred.  "Let's hook up tonight.  Come on.
I just wanna have fun."

   "You're drunk," she replied, waiving him away.  "Go home."

   "Come on," he insisted.  "I miss you.  Let's have fun.  I'll, like, give
you some money or whatever."

   "I'm not a whore, asshole," Cassie said, taking a drag from a
half-smoked cigarette.  "If you want a hooker, go online and get one."

   Cassie never fucked Greg again but she thought about his offer for
longer than she'd ever admit.

   Why not?  She liked sex.  She liked making money.  And, hell, it was
2014.  Sex work isn't even that frowned upon anymore.  Chances are, if you
asked enough people, you'll find someone who had sold nudes or stripped
before.  If they haven't and they're under 30, they've probably taken the
photos and sent them to someone for free anyway.  Why not make some cash
while you're doing it?

   That thought lingered like a seed buried deep in her brain for a few
years.  Eventually, it grew into posting nude photos on Reddit to see what
the reaction would be.  Then selling custom nudes to her followers.  Then,
finally, getting propositioned offline again.

   It wasn't until 2017 that Cassie took money for real-life sex work and
her first experience was about as boring as it gets.  The guy was named Ed.
He was a coworker at her day job in an auto insurance company and, while
drunk one night, he offered her $300 to fuck.  She turned him down.  He
wasn't that attractive and she wasn't interested.

   But when he offered her $200 just to get topless and let him jerk off in
front of her?  Who could say no to such easy money?

   He lasted five minutes.  She didn't actually have to do anything.

   Immediately, she was hooked.

   The more Cassie thought about becoming an escort, the more it excited
her.  Sure, sex with random people you meet on Tinder or in a bar is fun
but sex with a complete stranger?  When it's also kind of against the law?
There's something hot about that.

   It took Cassie until she was 31 before she thought about seriously doing
it.  It took her another 10 months to put up her first ad but, once she
did, there was no turning back.  On her best nights, she got paid to sit
and listen to guys complain about their lives.  On her worst, she had to
fuck some unattractive mid-level white collar douchebag who could only
last, maybe, ten minutes.

   That was three years ago.  And though she doesn't take a lot of clients,
Cassie's built a steady customer base and only advertises occasionally when
the need arises.  She still has her insurance job but it's mostly to keep
appearances for her friends and family.  The sex work was the real
money-maker and, if she played her cards right, it would be the reason
she'd retire decades before she would have otherwise.

   Sex work is also how she started talking to Roger and tonight, she was
going to meet him and they were going to have sex.  It was going to be
quick.  It was going to be easy.  And she was going to be $1,200 richer. 
Or ...  that's what she told herself as she headed out the door to his
hotel room.

   ====

   The red glow of the hotel alarm clock read 7:59 p.m.  Tony knew his date
would be there momentarily.  That still didn't prepare him for when the
knock actually came.

   * knock knock *



   "Oh God," he thought.  "Here we go."

   Tony had played this scenario out in his head a million times and he
knew how he wanted to approach it but, it was still so different now that
this was real life.

   In porn, this is the moment where the viewer knows things are about to
go down.  The confident man opens the door, the escort comes in, they talk
details and then the sex begins.

   In real life, it's so much more nerve-racking.

   Tony looked at the clock one last time, took a deep breath and made his
way into the bathroom right before the knock came.  The way the room was
laid out, it was the best way for him to make his first impression.

   Tony had booked a nice little suite on the ground floor of a pretty busy
hotel on International Drive, a popular spot for tourists going to and
coming from Disney, which was 10 or so minutes down the road.

   He chose the spot for its quick access to the interstate, because it was
popular enough that people coming in and out at all hours wouldn't seem odd
and because he knew his wife hated tourists in her state enough that she'd
NEVER accidentally discover him there.  If you live in Florida, the last
thing you want to do is deal with the zombie-like herds who come to the
state, stuff their fat asses and triple chins into the same three chain
restaurants and leave proclaiming it the best vacation spot in the world.

   The suite was surprisingly bigger than he expected for the price and was
organized in an 'L' shape with a kitchen area and a full-size fridge
greeting visitors as they first walked in.

   Tony used the fridge to store a few Gatorades for himself, a six pack of
Coke, a couple of bottles of water and a bottle of champagne in case Alyssa
was thirsty.  He tried to cover all his bases with the beverages.

   The room also had two tall chairs, a full working kitchen with oven and
a sink and a beautiful marble counter.  On the left of the kitchen was a
bathroom, which had a small, enclosed shower, a large mirror over the sink
and a full-size mirror on the wall.

   It was the perfect suite for the tourist clients who usually booked it
and, inside, there was a small living room space with a dark brown couch, a
beige chair that was deceptively comfortable, a small wooden table to rest
snacks on and two end tables with white lamps on them.

   The living room led right into an open-area bedroom, which came equipped
with a King size bed and a couple more end tables and lamps but was
otherwise about as basic as could be expected.

   Tony chose this room intentionally as it had everything he needed to
play out the fantasy he'd had in his mind most of his adult life.  He
mentally envisioned this hundreds of times.

   The plan was to leave the door slightly ajar, hear his companion knock,
tell her to let herself in and seconds later stroll out of the bathroom
casually to seem as confident as possible.  He wanted to look like someone
who had done this before and not a nervous rookie.

   Now that this moment was here, however, he was anything but confident.

   He heard her knock.  His heart beat increased.

   "Come in," he said from the bathroom, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the
sweat from his head one last time.

   The door slowly opened and Tony took a look in the mirror over the sink
one last time.  He took a deep breath, gave himself a mini pep talk and
prepared to walk out.  Then he heard her first words.  She was here.  For
real.

   "Hello?," Cassie said to an empty room.  "It's Alyssa.  I'm looking for
Roger?"

   Tony walked toward the bathroom door and headed to the voice that called
out his made-up name.  The moment he saw her for the first time, he
couldn't help himself.  Without thinking and before he could even process
what he was witnessing, the words fell out of his mouth.

   "Oh fuck."

   ====

   Five minutes earlier, Cassie had arrived to the hotel.

   As she entered the parking lot, she went through her usual checklist in
her head.  It was a simple ritual but one that ensured her protection and
allowed her to get into what she called her "hooker mentality."

   It's an important mindset, especially for someone like Cassie who likes
to keep her personal and professional lives separate.  By only getting in
"hooker mentality" when she was getting ready to meet a client, Cassie was
able to treat that part of her life like a character she was playing.  It
made it much easier to distinguish between the person who went to work
every day and seemed to be your average American business woman as opposed
to the person who sucked dick and fucked for cash.

   Cassie drove past the room Roger said he was in twice, scanned around
for anything that seemed suspicious and circled back to the front of the
hotel to park.  No cameras.  No suspicious vehicles.  So far so good.

   Cassie chose the closest spot next to the exit when she parked her car.
The good news was, a spot like this made her feel much safer in case she
had to make a run for it and return for the car later.  The bad news was it
made the walk to her clients' room longer and left her more time to think
and get nervous.  Even in her third year doing this, butterflies were
inevitable.

   A few minutes before she arrived to the hotel, Cassie sent a text to her
friend Jenny to let her know exactly where she would be if something
happened, roughly how long they'd be and when to expect an "all safe" text
later that night with a codeword only the two of them knew.  That last part
might have been a bit much but, hey, it's better to be safe than sorry.

   Cassie had only ever been late with that "all safe" text once and that
was because she lost track of time after a particularly great session with
a client who paid her $3,000 just to eat her pussy.  Too bad every client
couldn't be like that.

   Still, it's not the kind of mistake to make often.  Not when you're
meeting strangers in private hotel rooms and doing your best to keep it
under the radar from the people in your day-to-day life.

   Cassie was meticulous in her planning of these sessions and that's why
she only had a handful that weren't great.

   It started with her appearance.  She arrived at every client booking
wearing run-down mom jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt.  Her hair was never
overly done.  Her makeup was simple but effective.  It was much easier to
blend in that way and she could fit whatever sexy lingerie she needed to
wear and any hair and makeup products for last minute or needier clients in
the travel-sized luggage case that she always had by her side for these
types of dates

   It's especially easy to blend in at a place like the hotel Roger chose,
one that serves tons of tourists who don't know anyone else or pay
attention to much beyond their own vacations and itineraries.

   It helped, of course, that most of Cassie's clients weren't looking for
the stereotypical "escort," that people might see on TV.  The ones wearing
cliche high heeled shoes that would make walking more than ten feet
impossible.  The ones who have their tits out the minute they get ready to
meet a client.  The ones whose appearance practically screams "pay me to
fuck."

   If Cassie were escorting in Vegas, which she ruled out pretty early on
in her career, she might have approached the job differently.  Maybe she'd
look more like the stereotype.

   Serving clients in tourist-friendly Orlando, though, was much easier
than Vegas and it allowed her to stay close to home.  That was important.
She didn't to live too far away and have to alter her day-to-day life with
friends and family.  But she wanted to be far enough away that the risk of
running into someone she knew was pretty low.

   Orlando offered the perfect balance.  After all, if you live in Florida,
the last thing you want to deal with are the vacationing tourists who ruin
everything.

   Cassie did live the escort lifestyle in other ways.  She had all the
sexy clothes expected from a woman in her position and more sex toys than
she ever thought she'd own but most of that stuff stays tucked away in
boxes in her closet unless needed for a client.

   The clients rarely asked for them but when they did?  She'd happily
oblige ...  but not until she got to their room and dressed up in the
bathroom on site.  Safety was always the top priority and keeping her
appearance mundane until it was time to get to work kept her off the radar
of those who might object to seeing a paid sex worker on their property.

   Roger's request for her outfit played right into her comfort zone.  He
wanted to see her in all black, with black stockings on and a garter belt.
He also asked her to bring a sexy black bra and thong and she had that all
in her bag.  What's more, he wanted her to wear normal clothes on top of
that and start their session by stripping for him before giving him a lap
dance.

   It was about as basic a request as you can get in this line of work,
Cassie thought, and given her experience with those types of customers,
they usually popped seconds into the session so she figured it wouldn't be
a particularly long night.  Still, she DVR'd her favorite show that night
just in case things went the full hour she had been paid for.

   Cassie hadn't seen a photo of Roger prior to her visit but she expected
him to be like the majority of her clients.  Slightly chubby, balding, mid
40s and completely awful at pleasing a woman who wasn't getting paid.

   She checked her face in the rear view mirror of her car one last time
before leaving.  Her eyebrows looked great, there was nothing in her teeth
and she was ready to go.

   It took her a few moments to reach Roger's hotel room and, when she did,
she noticed the door was slightly ajar, with the slide-lock that provided
extra security propped in between the door and the hinge to allow guests to
come in at ease.

   Still, she knocked.  It was the professional thing to do.

   "Come in" she heard a voice say.

   Cassie opened the door and saw a pretty nice, but empty, hotel room.

   "Hello?," she said to an empty room.  "It's Alyssa.  I'm looking for
Roger?"

   She saw the bathroom door to her left was open and knew her soon-to-be
client was about to come out.  The moment she saw him, she couldn't help
herself.  In an instant, her "hooker mentality" was shattered, her mouth
was opened and the words poured out.

   "Oh shit."

   ====

   Two profanities.  Uttered a split second apart.  From two people who
both knew why they were in this hotel room but couldn't work up the courage
to talk about it.

   It had only been about 30 seconds since Tony walked out of an empty
bathroom and ran into his cousin Cassie but those seconds felt like years.

   Neither knew what to say next.  What could they say?  They were both
busted.  Their secrets that they had spent so much time and effort to keep,
gone.

   Tony spoke first.  Not because he wanted to but because he had to.

   "What the fuck?" he asked.

   Silence.

   "What, what, what are you ...  why are you ...  huh?" he stumbled out.

   Cassie wanted to cry.  She didn't even hear Tony's words.

   It's not that she thought she was too smart to get outed as an escort.
That was part of the job.  But she didn't expect it to be a member of her
own God damn family who caught her in the act.

   He must have known it was her.  He must have been able to tell from the
ad.  Or the email address.  Or the something.  Anything.  It didn't make
sense.  She was so careful.  She made sure to get his name and his
referen...

   Fuck.

   In an instant, Cassie thought back to all the moments she defied her
usual screening process in the lead up to this encounter.  How could she be
so stupid.?  Worse, what the hell was she supposed to say now?  She was
busted.  One hundred percent.

   "What are you doing here?" Tony asked again, this time more sternly.

   Wait.

   That's it.

   Cassie finally figured it out.

   "Hold on.  YOU?  YOU ordered an escort?" she couldn't stop herself from
asking that question in a way that sounded like she was shaming him.  In
reality, that wasn't her intent but she didn't know that.  She was scared
and just trying to make sense of this entire situation.

   "YOU'RE an escort?" Tony asked back.

   Neither spoke for what, again, seemed like forever.

   "I've got to ..." Cassie stuttered.  "I've got to get out of here."

   Before Tony could process what just happened, Cassie turned around and
bolted out of the room.  It took the sound of the door bouncing hard off
the hinge to shake Tony from his frozen state.

   He didn't say a word.  He walked over to the couch in his room and sat
down on it, awe-struck at the sheer stupidity required to order your own
fucking cousin as an escort.

   If he wasn't so scared about what would happen next, he would have found
this whole scenario hilarious.  In reality, it was pretty funny.  But not
right now.

   Right now he wanted to throw up.

   ====

   The moment Cassie finally processed what she was going through, she knew
she had to get the hell out of this hotel room.

   Grabbing the luggage case she placed on the floor when she walked in,
she turned away from her cousin, grabbed the handle of his hotel room door
and flew out of that room.  She could hear the door bounce on her way out.
Cassie bolted for her car.  She walked faster and with more purpose than
ever before.  She.  Can.  Not.  Have this discussion.  Not with him.  Not
with family.

   He wouldn't understand why she was doing what she was doing.  It's one
thing to idolize the classic Hollywood hooker stereotype that everyone who
does sex work is damaged or looking for love but that's really not her. 
She does it because she wants to and when you're trading sex for money,
there are people who get it and people who don't.  No way would HE get it.

   Speaking of ...  what in the fuck was he even doing there?  Tony was a
normal guy and in a happy marriage.  Was he really cheating on Kayla?  He's
the LAST person she would've expected that from.

   "I've got to get home," she thought.

   Cassie made it all the way to her car, tossed her luggage back into her
trunk and turned the key into her ignition before she realized she couldn't
go anywhere.  She was stuck.

   "Shit."

   She might have wanted to leave.  Every bit of her instinct was that she
needed to leave.  But she couldn't.  She couldn't leave it like that.

   She sat in her driver's side seat with the ignition turned on and the
seatbelt warning beeping for at least five minutes before she knew what she
needed to do.

   She got out of the car.

   ====

   What do you do when your family finds out you tried to pick up an
escort?

   Tony sat on the dark brown couch in his hotel room wondering that and
trying to play out how that talk would go with his mother, sister, brother
and inevitably his wife.

   Now, his wife wasn't likely to be upset because they did have an
understanding but the entire point of their agreement was to not have it
come up in their day-to-day lives.  Trying to hire your cousin to have sex
with you for money was the exact opposite of that.

   "How was I supposed to know?" he thought.

   Thinking back, there really was no way he would've known it was Cassie
in those ads.  For one thing -- and, yes, he knew this is a stupid thing to
say -- she wasn't using her real name.

   For another, none of her photos had shown her face.

   Frankly, he'd never thought of his cousin in a sexual way before.  How
was he supposed to know that's what she did for work?  He wasn't all that
close to her, really.  Sure, they saw each other at family gatherings and
would chat for a bit but she's the LAST person he would picture doing sex
work.

   Oh God.

   She's a hooker.

   She's a fucking hooker.

   Tony tried to wrap his head around the decisions that had led to this
moment but it was Cassie's that concerned him the most.  How long had she
been doing this?  Did she really sleep with strangers for cash?  How could
she do that to herself?  That's so disgusting and shameful.

   The irony that Tony hired her for the very thing he wanted to mentally
shame her for wasn't lost on him.

   "You know what?" he thought.  "Who the hell am I to judge?'

   Cassie might have a million reasons she does what she does but exactly
zero of them were Tony's business.

   After all, if she really cared what he thought of her chosen field, she
would have told him about it long before she walked into his hotel room. 
And judging by the quick way she stormed off, it was clear she wasn't
interested in having that discussion now.

   Would they ever talk about?  It's hard to tell.  That's just not
something easy to bring up in conversation.  Maybe in a few years they'll
be able to laugh and joke about it but, even then, that sounded delusional.

   What was more likely, he thought, was that this would make every family
gathering they were both at incredibly awkward for the rest of their lives.
No way would she want to bring it up, he thought.  And it's not like he'd
be eager to do so either.

   It took a little while but the fear Tony felt in the immediate moments
of walking in on Cassie eventually faded.  In its place came a rush of
embarrassment and he felt like an idiot.

   "Only a dumbass would try to hire his cousin to be his escort." he
thought, cupping his forehead in his hands and rubbing his temple.

   And he'd already paid her.  In advance.  Say goodbye to that money.

   What a stupid decision.  What a dumb night.  Fuck this.

   It took a few minutes for Tony to get over his stupidity but when he
finally accepted he'd have to cut his losses, he felt ready to get off the
couch and pack his stuff for an unexpected early checkout.

   The moment he got up, though, he heard the one sound in the world he
really wasn't prepared for.

   It was a knock at his door.

   ====

   "What the fuck am I doing?  What the fuck am I doing?"

   Cassie must have asked herself that question ten times as she walked
back to her cousin's hotel room.  She didn't have her luggage this time and
any and all of the confidence she walked in with the first time was long
gone.

   She really should have left.  She can feel the weight of that decision
now more clearly than ever before.  But something kept stopping her.  She
had to fix this.  It was too risky not to.

   She didn't know exactly what to expect but she had hoped her cousin
would answer and they could talk about this like adults.  Yes, it was going
to be awkward but she had spent too long building this life to let it be
ruined by a 20-second misunderstanding.

   She knocked again.

   ====

   Tony froze the moment he heard the sound at the door.  In the back of
his mind, he knew who it was but he held out hope that maybe it was
housekeeping coming to clean the room.

   "At eight o'clock at night?" he asked himself silently.  "Are you
stupid?"

   Nope.  He knew Cassie was on the other side of that door and, if he
opened it, things were about to get weird.  She knocked again.

   "Come on, open up," she said.

   Tony opened the door a crack, looked outside and saw his cousin standing
on the other side of it.  Just as he feared.  She looked flustered but that
didn't change the fact that she was quite literally the last person in the
world he wanted to talk to right now.

   "Can I come in?" she asked.

   "I guess," he replied.

   "Look," she said.  "I don't want to have this talk any more than you do.
Trust me."

   Tony let her in against his better judgement and hoped whatever she had
to say would be quick and to the point so he could get out of here and
forget this whole thing had ever happened.

   He walked over the fridge and grabbed a bottle of the Gatorade he had
bought earlier that afternoon, back when he was looking forward to being in
a hotel room with the knockout he saw in the ad.  Before he knew who that
body belonged to.

   "Okay," she said.  "I know this is weird.  I know.  I'm sorry for
leaving like that but, I ...  I really don't know what to say."

   "Yeah," he replied.  "Me either."

   "So we've got to talk to about this.  Obviously."

   "Yep," he said, dejected.

   "I wasn't expecting to see you here," she said.  "And I know you didn't
expect me."

   "That's an understatement."

   "But here we are," Cassie said, thinking hard about what she was going
to say next.  "We're adults.  And we're family.  And I don't think this
needs to be a big deal.  You found out what I do to make money.  I found
out you cheat on your wife with escorts."

   "Hey, fuck you," Tony responded, pissed off for the first time.  "Don't
try to blame me for this shit and act like I did something wrong here."

   "And I did?" Cassie said.

   "Well, you're the one selling pussy."

   "You know what, fuck you too asshole," Cassie said, fuming.  She
considered leaving yet again.

   The two of them let the silence hang in the air.  They'd both crossed a
line and this conversation wasn't going where either of them wanted it to.

   Cassie and Tony both needed to leave this room without making the other
person an enemy.  If word of this got out, it would be bad for both of
them, especially if it got around to other family members.  Cassie had no
desire to explain her career choices to her mother or sisters and Tony had
even less desire to try to talk to anyone about his sex life with his wife.

   Yet there's exactly where he took the conversation next.

   "I'm not cheating on anyone." he said.

   "Oh bullshit," Cassie said.  "You think I don't remember our emails?  Is
this the point where you convince me you were hiring me to tell me how
wrong being an escort is?"

   "I never said that," he replied.  "All I'm saying is I'm not cheating on
anyone.  Kayla knows I'm here."

   "She WHAT?!?!?!" Cassie said, shocked.

   "She knows I'm here," Tony said.

   "I don't buy it,"

   "No, seriously.  She does," Tony said.  "We have an arrangement.  It's
not like a, I mean I guess it kind of is but it's not ...  anyway, I've
never done this before but I'm not cheating.  I've always wanted to hire an
escort and she ...  well, she kind of said I could."

   "YOU TOLD YOUR WIFE ABOUT ME?" Cassie was practically screaming at this
point.

   "Obviously not, dipshit," Tony replied, growing more annoyed with every
word.  "I didn't know it was going to be YOU who showed up.  I hired an
escort three towns over from my house, away from where I know ANYONE and
YOU showed up?  What are you even doing here?  Does your mom know what
you're doing?"

   "It's none of her business and it's none of your business," Cassie said.

   "Like hell it's not," Tony replied.  "It might not have been my business
ten minutes ago but it damn well is now."

   "No, it's not," Cassie said, matter of factly.  "And, frankly, I'm only
back here to tell you to mind your fucking business and keep this to
yourself."

   "Or what?" he said.

   "Or I'll kick your ass," Cassie said.  She didn't want to but the
comment broke her mood and she laughed.  She knew there was no chance she
could physically intimidate her cousin.  He easily had 120 pounds on her
and she's not exactly the ass-kicking type.

   "Honestly, I'd like to see you try," Tony said, happy for the little
hint of a lighthearted break from the tone they've had thus far.  "I've
already paid you so I guess I may as well get something for my money."

   "I mean, obviously I'm going to give you your money back," Cassie said.
"I'm not a bitch."

   "Yeah, I know," he replied.

   Another awkward moment of silence.  Tony stared at his phone, unsure of
what he was looking for but knowing it beat the hell out of looking his
cousin in the eye right now.

   "So what now?" he said, breaking the quiet.

   "What do you mean?" she said.

   "Well, this isn't how I envisioned tonight going," Tony said.  "And,
honestly, I think I want to cut my losses and get out of here."

   "Okay," Cassie said.  "That's fine with me."

   "Cool,"

   "You're not going to tell anyone about this, right?" she asked.

   "Tell them what exactly?" Tony wondered.  "That I spent ten years
working up the courage to hire an escort and the first time I do, I get my
freaking cousin?"

   Cassie didn't see it coming but that line broke her.  She couldn't help
herself.  She started to laugh uncontrollably, right in Tony's face.  Her
laughter, coupled with the ridiculousness of the situation he found himself
in, made him break too.

   "Yeah, that sucks, dude," Cassie eked out.  "That's ...  well, that's
....  that's something."

   It took Cassie a few moments to recompose herself but she felt a lot
better about things and was relieved at how this conversation had turned
out compared to how it started.  As awkward as running into a family member
was in this situation, at least with Tony she knew she could joke about it.
They weren't really "close" as cousins but they had a decent enough
relationship that they could find the silliness in this.

   "I, uhh, I just need to know you're not going to tell anyone about this,
okay?" she asked.  "It's really important."

   "How long have you been doing this?" Tony asked.

   "Why?"

   "I just ...  I have to know," he said.  "How have you kept this secret?"

   "Luck, I guess," she said.  "I never thought I'd run into something like
this.  I've been so careful.  I guess I fucked up.  I should have made you
send me your ID or a reference or something.  If I knew it was you, I would
have never shown up."

   "Thanks," Tony replied.  "That does wonders for my confidence."

   "Come on," Cassie said.  "You know what I mean."

   "Nah, I get it," Tony said.  "Your secret is safe with me.  As long as
you don't tell anyone it was me you ran into."

   "Ahh damn," she replied.  "I was just getting ready to tweet about this
and tag you.  Can you imagine how many likes I'd get if I let everyone know
I almost got paid to fuck my cousin?"

   "I mean, technically you did get paid," Tony said, laughing.

   "You know what I mean, jerk," she said.

   "Yeah, yeah, fine," Tony said.  "We both take this secret to our
graves."

   "Good," Cassie said, breathing a sigh of relief.

   ====

   Cassie and Tony spent the next 20 minutes unsure of what to do next.  On
the one hand, they both wanted so badly to leave this room.  On the other,
they didn't want to be the one to make the first move to exit.

   So they did what any pair of cousins would do.  They talked.  A lot.

   For 20 minutes, they each tried to make things as easygoing as possible
and, if you happened to walk in on them, you'd think they were just
catching up and casually hanging out.

   Tony told Cassie all about his work and the projects he's been doing
around the house.  Cassie told Tony all about her friends and the random
Zumba class she started taking once a week.

   It's hard to describe how relaxed this all felt, Tony thought.  It's
almost like this misunderstanding was a good thing and might even bring
them closer together.

   "So I have a question," Cassie said.  Tony knew immediately based on
tone alone that those comfortable feelings were about to go out the window.

   "Shoot," he said.

   "Why am I here?" she asked.

   "Come on now," he said.  "You know why."

   "No, no," she said.  "I'm not asking why am I here in the literal sense
of why did you call me.  I'm asking why you hired an escort.  Sorry. 
Attempted to hire an escort."

   "You wouldn't understand," he said.

   "Try me," she replied.

   Tony spent a good 30 seconds trying to figure out how to phrase his next
statement but it still came out more awkward than he intended.  Talking sex
with any family member, let alone one you just found out is a sexual
professional, is not easy.

   "I wanted to try it," he said.  "It's a fantasy of mine.  Has been for
years."

   "Okay but why an escort?" Cassie said.  "You said Kayla is okay with it,
which I still can't believe.  Why not just jump on Tinder or something and
find someone else to get your rocks off with?"

   "The sex isn't really the point," he said.  "I can't really explain it
and I definitely don't want to explain it to you.  This is really fucking
weird."

   "Listen, I don't know what you think I do when I'm working with clients
but half my job is listening," she said.  "Try me."

   "I like the fantasy," he said.  "I love Kayla.  You know that.  There's
no one I'd rather spend my life with but sometimes ...  sometimes I just
have needs she can't fill."

   "Ahh," Cassie said, nodding.

   "She's amazing but she's my wife," he explained.  "And when you marry
someone and you're with them for years, the sex just ...  "

   He really didn't want to say this part.

   "The sex just isn't as exciting as it used to be," he finished.

   Cassie let that statement hang in the air for a moment.

   "It's not that we don't have sex," he said.  "We still do.  But it's not
very often and, when it does happen, it doesn't have that same feeling that
it used to."

   "Okay," she said, letting him finish.

   "I just wanted to feel that again," he said.  "That feeling of doing
something new.  God, I sound like a douche.  I figured I'd hire someone for
that.  A professional.  Plus, it's always been a fantasy of mine to meet
someone new, give them money, fuck like an animal and say goodbye to them.
No strings attached."

   "Ahh," she said.  "Now I get it.  But why me?  You definitely saw my
photos.  You mean you didn't know?"

   "Didn't know you were fucking hot?" Tony said, immediately regretting
his phrasing.  "Sorry.  That's weird."

   "Yeah it is."

   A few moments passed.

   "So why are you here?  Why are you an escort?" Tony asked.

   "I already told you that's none of your business," she said, chuckling
as she spoke so she didn't make things tense again.

   "Come on," he pleaded.  "You asked me a question.  I'm asking you one. I
thought we were having a heart to heart.  What are you doing here?"

   "What do you mean?" Cassie asked.

   "I mean," Tony said, preparing to emphasize every word.  "What.  Are. 
YOU.  doing HERE."

   "Do you really need to ask that?" Cassie sighed.  "Fine.  I'll bite. 
But only because you were nice and answered my question first.  After I
leave this room we're never talking about this again."

   "Deal," Tony said.

   "I'm here because I'm an escort," she said.  "And I'm an escort because
I like being an escort."

   "Seriously?" he asked.

   "Yeah," she said.  "I've been doing it for like three years.  It's crazy
good money, it's a lot of fun and most times I'm not running into people I
know."

   That line got a laugh out of Tony.  Cassie decided to let her guard down
a little bit.

   "Okay so, like, this isn't anyone's business but my own but I really
like doing this," she said.  "I like getting paid to make people happy and
I like having a job I know helps me help people."

   "You sound like a social worker," Tony joked.

   "Fuck you," Cassie said, laughing.  "Yeah.  Make fun of the escort.  How
original.  I'm not trying to be Julia Roberts or whatever.  I'm not
ridiculous.  I know what this is and why I'm doing it.  I get paid to have
sex for a living and it might not be 'normal' or whatever but I help
people."

   "Uh huh," Tony said.

   "Seriously," she said.  "I have clients I've seen for YEARS who treat me
incredibly well and tell me every time I see them that I'm the only thing
they look forward to."

   As Cassie spoke, Tony couldn't help but notice she really sounded
convincing.  She was either an incredible actress or she really did believe
these things about sex work.

   "It's not just about the sex," she said.  "It's about making a
connection.  It's about being able to be vulnerable with someone.  It's
about having fun."

   "By fucking," Tony said.

   "Well, yeah," Cassie replied.

   "If you love your job so much, why do you charge for it?" Tony asked,
genuinely interested in where Cassie would take the next answer.

   "I'm REALLY good at my job," she said.  "Why shouldn't I get paid?"

   Cassie and Tony looked at each other and both laughed.  What a perfect
way to end an odd evening.

   "Anyway, I've uh, I've got to get going," Cassie said, texting her
friend Jenny that she was headed home.

   "Alright," Tony said.  "I guess I should get out of here too."

   "Look, I'm sorry," Cassie said.  "I know this didn't turn out the way
you planned."

   "It's fine," he said.  "It kind of is what it is."

   "So I can keep the money then?" Cassie said, with a smile on her face.

   "Nope," Tony said.  "I'm gonna need that cash back so I can buy as much
alcohol as it takes to forget all about this."

   "Fair enough," Cassie said.  "I'll Paypal you when I get home."

   "Cool," Tony said, making his way back over to the bed to watch some TV
while he waited for the coast to clear and make his way out of the hotel.
"I guess I'll see ya later."

   "Yeah," Cassie said, grabbing the door.  "I guess so."

   ====

   Cassie walked out of Tony's hotel for the second time and, somehow, felt
worse than before.

   Even though the conversation went great, and she wasn't mad anymore, she
couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.  She was sad for him.
What a shitty way to ruin a clients' fantasy.

   "He's not a client, idiot," she scolded herself.  "He's your fucking
cousin!"

   But what was she supposed to do?  She wasn't going to sleep with him and
the few escort friends she had, all had their own booking processes. 
There's no way she could call one of them to fuck her cousin -- what a
strange statement by the way-- and she definitely couldn't do so without
raising red flags and making them think she was trying to set them up.

   And, even if she wasn't, who tries to get their FAMILY MEMBERS laid?

   Cassie got back to her car and looked inside to make sure her luggage
was still where she left it, a habit she picked up from living in shitty
neighborhoods most of her life and never quite trusting those around her.
It was.  She felt relieved.

   "I'm in my car," she texted Jenny.

   "How was it?" Jenny asked.

   "It was a dud," Cassie said.  "Nothing special."

   "Bummer," Jenny said.  "Let me know when you get home.  And if you want
to hang out this weekend, I'm free Saturday."

   With that, Cassie ended the conversation and got ready to drive home. 
For the second time in the last 40 minutes, she had her key in the
ignition. She started her car, carefully backed out of her spot and made
her way to the exit.  As she waited for the car in front of her to turn
left out of the parking lot, she looked down on her phone one last time.

   Then she had a thought that changed everything.

   ====

   The third knock nearly startled Tony out of his shoes.  Literally.

   As he stood close to the hotel room door getting ready to head out, the
sound jolted him out of the mental prison he'd locked himself into since
Cassie left the room minutes earlier.

   "Shit," he thought.  "What now?"

   Resigned, he opened the door to see his cousin standing there with her
luggage in tow again.

   "Okay, so this is weird but hear me out," Cassie said, barging right
back into the room without waiting for an invitation.

   "Sure, come on in," Tony joked sarcastically.  "Make yourself at home.
It's not like I was about to leave or anything."

   "Don't make this more awkward than it needs to be," Cassie said.

   "Make what awkward?" he asked.

   "This." Cassie said.

   With that, Cassie dragged her suitcase up onto the hotel bed.

   "I don't feel right leaving the way I did and I don't think you do
either," she said.

   "Umm..." Tony stuttered, unsure where this was going.

   Cassie pulled her phone from her pocket, typed in her password and
opened up the email that set all of tonight's events in motion.

   "Hey Alyssa," she read.  "I saw your ad online and wanted to reach out
to book an appointment with you."

   Tony didn't need to listen.  He knew what the words in that email said
before they were spoken.

   "Stop," he pleaded.

   "Just listen for a minute," she replied, returning to the email.  "I'm
looking for someone to fulfill a specific fantasy of mine and I think your
the girl-- by the way, you used the wrong form of that word here."

   "Are you really trying to teach me grammar right now?"

   "I'm just saying." Cassie continued.  "I think 'your' the girl.  I like
your attitude and love the way you look in your photos.  You're so sexy."

   Tony couldn't help but blush from embarrassment knowing he called his
cousin sexy.  Whether that was his intent or not didn't matter.  He said it
and he said it based on the photos she posted.  Family member or not, he
liked her body and admitted it.

   "My fantasy is super simple," she continued.  "I want to hire you to
come to my hotel room, get dressed super sexy in all black, strip for me,
give me a lap dance and see what happens from there."

   Tony was mortified.

   Thank God he didn't get into specifics of the sex acts he really wanted.
They weren't weird or anything but hearing his cousin talk about how he
wanted her to blow him and let him fuck her for an hour would have been too
much to take.

   "I'm STD clear, super discreet, yada yada yada," Cassie read, trailing
off before she could finish the email.  "You know the rest."

   "Yeah, I do," he said.

   "Okay," she replied.

   "Okay what?" Tony asked.

   "Well, let's talk about it for a second," she said.

   "Can we really not?" Tony pleaded, already beyond embarrassed and just
looking for a way to get out of this room without crawling out of his skin.

   "No, no," she said.  "I just want to talk."

   "About what?"

   "A striptease?  A lap dance?" she asked.

   "Yeah?" Tony asked, still unsure what she was getting at.

   "I mean ..." Cassie paused.  Was she really about to say what she came
into this room to say?  "I can do that."

   ====

   The words hung in the air like moisture on a humid day.

   "What?" Tony asked.

   Cassie didn't know what to say next and almost immediately regretted
those last four words when they slipped from her mouth.  But there was no
turning back now.  She said what she said.  The only thing left to do was
to see where things went next.

   "I can do that," she said.  "I can give you a striptease and a lap
dance."

   "You want to strip for me?" Tony said, his brain still not processing
this as real.  "Me?  Your cousin?"

   "Shit," Cassie said, defeated.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck.  Just forget it.  I
don't know-"

   "Don't know what?"

   "I don't know why I said that," she said, feeling her face turn bright
red.  "I just, I was in my car and I was getting ready to leave and I felt
bad."

   "You felt bad?"

   "I felt bad," she continued.  "Just, look, this isn't what either of us
wanted but I wasn't kidding earlier.  I like doing this and I like making
people feel good.  I don't like ...  I don't like this."

   "Well neither do I," Tony said.  "This is pretty much the most
embarrassing moment of my life."

   His words stung her more than he realized.

   "Yeah, me too," she said.

   Great.  Another uncomfortable silence.

   Tony spoke first.

   "What do you mean you'll strip for me?"

   The thought was almost too taboo to even entertain.

   "I mean, if that's what you want," Cassie said, more unsure of herself
than she'd ever been in a sexual situation before, at least since she
awkwardly lost her virginity.  "If that's what you want, I'll do that. 
It's just a striptease.  It doesn't mean anything."

   Tony couldn't believe this.  Of all the ways he thought tonight was
going to go, this was most certainly not how he pictured it.

   "If it will make you feel better, I'll strip for you," she said once
more.  "It's not like I have anything you haven't seen before.  They're
just tits and ass."

   Tits and ass.

   The words sent an unsolicited jolt of electricity through Tony's pants.

   "I won't look at you and you can pretend I'm someone else," she said. 
"I just, I know I ruined this for you and I know you're the type of person
who will never live this down in your head.  So if a little striptease
makes you feel better, what harm can it really do?  Who cares?  It's not
going to be anymore awkward than this night has already been anyway, so
whatever."

   Tony thought about it.  In a way, she was right.  This night couldn't
get more awkward and he already admitted to liking her body when he didn't
know it was her he was referencing, so what harm could it cause?  It's not
like this wasn't already beyond awkward.  He may as well get something for
his money.

   He really took a moment to look her over, head to toe.  Cassie could
feel his eyes scanning her and wondered what he was thinking.

   The thought of giving her cousin a striptease and a lap dance was one
she came to pretty quickly in her car but now that she's back in this room
and it was becoming a very real life possibility, she felt nerves like
she'd never felt before.

   "What am I doing?" She wondered to herself.  "Am I for real right now?"

   The moment she noticed Tony's eyes scanning her body, she watched them
fall rapidly to the floor.  He was still embarrassed.

   She had an idea.

   "Okay.  I get it," she said.  "This is weird, right?"

   "Yeah." he said.

   "Alright," she said.  "So don't think of me as your cousin.  I'm just
Alyssa.  I'm the girl you hired to do a job and I'm here to do that job."

   "What?" he replied.  "We can't have sex!"

   "No!," she said, confused.  "That's not what I meant."

   "Okay."

   "I'm here to do a job and that job is to strip for you," she said. 
"Let's forget we're related.  Forget it's awkward.  Let's just do it, have
some fun and then we'll go our separate ways."

   The thought excited Tony.  He couldn't pretend it didn't.  Moments
earlier, he had to look away from his cousin as he felt the familiar
feeling of blood rushing to his dick while picturing her naked.

   "You could have just said you want to keep the money," Tony joked.

   "Shut up," Cassie countered.  "Do you want me to do this or not?"

   "It depends," he said.  "Are you really going to wear the outfit I asked
for and really go all out or just going to plop your titties out of that
90s soccer mom outfit?  I've got to be honest.  You don't exactly look like
an escort right now."

   "Hey, asshole," she chuckled.  "You're lucky I'm even willing to show
you anything."

   "Okay,"

   "Yes, I'll put the full outfit on," she said.  "But if I'm doing this,
I'm keeping the money."

   "You can keep half," Tony countered.

   "What?" she replied.

   "You're only doing half what I paid for and, honestly, your rate is a
little ridiculous anyway," Tony said, half serious.

   "Fine," she said, matter of factly.  "Half for me, half for you.  And
don't knock my rates.  Trust me, I'm worth every single penny.  Do we have
a deal?"

   Tony thought about it for a second.  If his cousin kept half the money
he'd already paid her, that would be $600.  So, essentially, he was paying
$300 for a striptease and $300 for a lap dance.  Expensive, sure.  But he'd
already spent the money anyway and a few minutes ago, he thought he lost it
all anyway.

   "Okay," he said.  "Deal."

   And, with that, Cassie and Tony had come to their first of many taboo
arrangements.

   ====

   What exactly are you supposed to do while you wait for your cousin to
get dressed up so she can give you a striptease and a lap dance?  Tony
mused.

   Admittedly, that's not a question most people would have to ask, he
thought.

   Still, it's the exact scenario Tony found himself in, roughly 45 minutes
into what was originally supposed to be his one-hour session with an escort
named Alyssa.  In an alternate universe somewhere right now, he's fucking a
woman he's not related to and getting ready to cum.  In this one, though,
he was sitting awkwardly on his hotel couch still not 100 percent convinced
his cousin Cassie was being serious.

   If this was a joke, it's one of the cruelest he'd ever seen.

   At that same moment, Cassie wasn't exactly sure how serious she was
either.

   Tucked in the same bathroom where Tony psyched himself up before
answering the door earlier, Cassie looked at herself and couldn't believe
what she was (probably) about to do.

   Thank God for mirrors, she thought.  Cassie hadn't been shy about her
appearance in a while but everyone had self doubts now and then and this
was certainly a time ripe for insecurity to creep in.

   She knew she looked good.  Enough men turned their heads and snuck peeks
at her on a daily basis that it would be impossible to deny.  But it's one
thing for horny guys to want to fuck you, it's another to convince yourself
you're attractive.  That's where the mirror came in.  It was always
Cassie's source of confidence when her younger tomboyish self tried to take
over her head space and cast doubts in her mind.

   Fully dressed in the lingerie Tony asked for, she looked like a porn
star.  A hot one.  And even with the extra layer of clothes she put over
said lingerie, to make the striptease more exciting, she knew she was a
knockout.  There's a reason she can charge $1,200 for an hour of her time
and men like her cousin were willing to pay it.

   He paid for this.  What a weird thought.

   Cassie took a long look at herself and worked up the nerve to proceed.

   She tried to picture what it was about her body that made even her
cousin -- her own cousin -- want to fuck her.  At 5' 6'' Cassie was
slightly taller than most of the girl she knew.  She proudly rocked her
38-24-36 frame, knowing they were measurements most women would kill for.

   Tonight, she was closer to five-nine, counting her red, double-strapped
shoes.  And the best part was, once she tossed on that top layer of
clothing, nothing about her appearance immediately screamed hooker.  Not at
first.

   She was wearing tight, acid-washed jeans with small, pre-cut holes on
the thighs.  At the right angle, her sexy stockings underneath could almost
be made out.  Tony had asked specifically for the stockings and garter
belt.

   "God, that's so weird,'' she thought, remembering who she was getting
dressed up for.

   Cassie loved the way she looked in these jeans.  They really compressed
her ass in place and gave it that stereotypical 'onion booty' shape.  Her
upper body didn't look bad either as she had an orange top on over a
beautiful but bold black bra underneath.  Looking at her objectively, you
could tell she had large breasts but that wasn't shown with excessive
cleavage.  She loved the reveal too much to give that big a hint.

   Tony was going to lose his mind when she took off this shirt and he saw
her bra, she thought.  And when she took that off?  Hell, he might just
cum.

   "Wait," she thought, catching herself.  "What the fuck am I thinking?"

   Alone in this bathroom, it was easy for Cassie to get into her "hooker
mentality," but it was hard to stay too long given the circumstances of
this particular client.

   This striptease wasn't meant to be sexual, she kept reassuring herself.
It's a simple matter of biology.  Tony was a guy.  He wanted what all guys
want.

   "He wants tits and ass," she thought.  "I'll show him tits and ass. 
Nothing more to think about.  That's it.  That's all."

   No matter how many times Cassie told herself this wasn't a big deal,
deep down she knew differently.  There were just so many variables she
couldn't predict.  It's MUCH different when the client is someone you know.
And a family member?  There's no playbook that tells you how to handle that
when you become an escort.

   Sure, she'd stripped for clients before.  It's a common enough fantasy
for guys who like to be teased or know they're going to blow their load
almost immediately.

   And lap dances?  Who hasn't jokingly given a friend a lap dance for the
fun of it?  Maybe that's what this will be.  Fun.

   Still, the question kept creeping into her mind as she checked one last
time to make sure she didn't have any lipstick on her teeth and brushed
away the little flyaway strands of hair around her bangs that always gave
her trouble when she was nervous and sweaty.  It was hard not to sweat when
she thought about what could happen next.

   What if he likes it and wants to go further?  What if he tries to touch
her?  If she's giving him a lap dance, surely she's going to feel his dick?
What if he gets hard?

   Cassie's brain was slammed with these thoughts.  One after another after
another.  She looked at herself in the mirror one final time and shut her
brain off.

   "It's fine," she thought to herself.  "You've got this.  You're in
control.  You're the professional, he's just a client.  This will be over
in ten minutes and then you'll go home.  Ten minutes, $600.  Ten minutes
and then you go home, get drunk and pretend it never happened."

   If only it were that easy.

   ====

   It's impossible to accurately guess how many times Tony pictured the
exact scenario that was about to unfold.  Sitting on his hotel couch, in
the room he specifically chose because it had a couch like this and had
easy, unobstructed access right to the bed, he always wanted his first time
with an escort to start with a striptease and a lap dance.

   There's just something fun and exciting about the way the anticipation
builds watching a woman peal off piece after piece of clothing.  And the
lap dance?  Whew.  To be that close to what you want and have to restrain
yourself is a rush like no other.  A good lap dance intoxicates you.  A
great one shuts your brain off and turns you into nothing more than a
walking, talking, blood engorged penis that needs to be released.

   But no matter how many times Tony role-played the upcoming scene in his
brain, and no matter how many times he pictured various nondescript women
doing it for him, he had never forseen a family member staring back at him.
This time he would.

   "What am I doing?" he wondered.  "I can't do this.  I've got to get the
fuck out of here."

   Those thoughts were gone the instant Cassie walked out of the bathroom.

   The first thing he noticed was her shirt.  In any other context, he
would have never paid it a second glance but, this moment, it's the only
place his eyes wanted to be.

   Cassie was wearing an orange top that hugged her curves tightly and
really showed off her shape.  He imagined what she would look like
underneath, specifically how she might look in the bra he asked her to
wear. Why a black bra?  Well, that was simple.  He'd always loved the
contrast of dark clothing on a fair complexion.  Something about it made it
pop visually and gave him an extra little dose of adrenaline.

   It's such a sexy thought.  One he specifically sought out more times
than he could count.  Black lingerie is, thankfully, super common in porn.

   As he pictured his cousin in that black bra, his mind turned to what was
underneath it for the first time.  He never intended to but he'd be lying
if he said he hadn't thought of Cassie naked before tonight.  He's a red
blooded man and he's known her long enough to see the way she transformed
when she hit puberty.  You couldn't stop those thoughts from popping in
every now and again, especially not when you're a horn-dog teenager.

   Save for the occasional glance at stray cleavage at a family function or
holiday party, though, Tony never intentionally allowed his mind to wonder
onto dirty thoughts of his cousin for too long and he was always quick to
focus on something else.  He just didn't think of family like that.  Until
tonight.

   "How do I look?" Cassie asked, the answer far more important to her self
confidence than either of them knew.

   "You look amazing," he said.

   "Thanks."

   Cassie made her way out of the bathroom with deliberate steps but it
felt unreal, like she was watching someone else play a first-person video
game of her life in that moment.  She must have made similar walks like
this hundreds of times and, sure, there were always butterflies but it was
never this bad before.

   "I love that top," Tony said.

   "Me too," she said.  "I've had it for a little while now.  It's super
cute."

   Neither Cassie nor Tony knew what to do next.  Neither wanted to be the
one to advance this little game to the next phase.

   Tony once again broke the silence.  Not because he wanted to but because
it was too painful not to.

   "So ..." he said.  "Are you, like, okay with this?"

   "Yeah," Cassie said.  "It's no big deal."

   "Okay."

   "Okay," Cassie said, taking a deep breath.  She reached and unlocked her
phone again.  On the counter next to it was a bluetooth speaker she had
pulled out of her luggage case a few minutes ago and brought with her for
this exact moment.  It was a clear cube and changed colors as you listened
to music on it.  You could also put it on a stationary color.  She chose
black because it seemed fitting given her cousin's outfit request.

   "What kind of music do you want to listen to?," she asked, opening up
her Spotify account.

   "Uhh," Tony stammered.  "I'm okay with whatever."

   "Alright."

   Cassie immediately searched for and played the theme song for the kids
show Paw Patrol.  It was a joke meant to lighten the mood and it did just
that.

   "Are you serious right now?" Tony laughed, jokingly falling over on the
couch.  "OK.  Let me be more specific.  NOT THAT."

   Cassie laughed, shut off the silly kids show theme song and knew exactly
what she needed to search for.

   She was a big fan of Spotify.  It never disappointed her and it wouldn't
tonight.  For a music app with unlimited tracks and artists available, it
was ironic that the biggest feature she loved was something the creators
likely never put much thought into: Community-created custom playlists for
just about any mood.

   Whether she was working out and needed some high intensity rock music to
elevate her heart rate or wanted some relaxing and soothing background
noise while she wound down and read a book before bed, she could always
find the exact music she was looking for by hitting the search bar.

   Tonight was a bit different and a situation she'd never been in before
but the app proved itself worth the ten bucks a month she paid once again.

   Cassie typed in "Strip Club music" and found a ton of options but it was
the first playlist that popped up, which was aptly titled "Strip Club
Playlist" that caught her eye.

   A mix of 80s hair metal like "Cherry Pie" by Warrant, "Here I go Again"
by Whitesnake and "Girls, Girls, Girls" by Mötley Crüe, the playlist took
classic strip club songs and combined them with the more recent rock and
pop hits you'd actually hear if you went into a club today.  She knew this
because strip clubs were one of her favorite places to go with her girl
friends and a great place to get ideas for sexy outfits for the photos she
paid to have taken for her ads.

   The playlist was the perfect mix of music for this occasion and, she
knew, it would get her into the right mindset.

   As she thumbed through the selections looking to find a good starting
point -- which was crucial, she learned, because you have to set a strong
tone right from the beginning when you're giving a lap dance -- Tony asked
a simple question that Cassie had been dreading.

   "So, uh, how do we do this?" he said.

   Immediately, she was nervous again.

   "Alright, ground rules," she said.  "Let's try not to make this
awkward."

   Easier said than done.

   Even though Tony was on the couch in front of her and she was a good
five or so feet away, she was already closer to him in an intimate setting
than she ever planned on being.  While she was in the bathroom, she told
Tony to move the small wooden table that was in front of the couch and
there was now nothing between the two of them but a couple of feet of space
and uncomfortable, unspoken thoughts.

   "Err, more awkward," she corrected herself, steadying her voice so that
what she said next sounded completely unemotional.

   "So, I'm going to strip down to my lingerie first.  I'll do that from
over here.  You can watch me, you can stare but absolutely nothing more
than that.  If you feel things tightening up 'down there,' you can make
adjustments but don't be weird about it.  What you do when I leave is your
business, not mine and I don't want to think about it."

   Cassie took a deep breath.  Already these rules were helping her feel
more in control and doing wonders for her confidence.

   "When I'm down to my lingerie, I'll dance for you for a little while and
try to keep it sexy," she said.  "When I'm ready ...  and ONLY when I'm
ready, I'll give you your lap dance."

   Tony nervously nodded.  Fuck.  She might really do this.

   "Nothing funny," she warned.  "If you make this weirder than it already
is, I'm leaving.  You can talk, you can ask questions, I won't punish you
for that.  I get it.  It's strange.  But don't get pushy.  Don't make me
feel weird, okay?"

   Tony took a breath and nodded.

   "And no touching," she said.  "Absolutely no touching.  If I'm OK with
you touching after we've started, I'll tell you.  If you're not sure if you
should, don't.  If you think you should, ask first.  But I don't want to
ruin this and I don't want it to get uncomfortable.  Let's just do the
tease and the dance and call it a night.  Are we clear?"

   "Definitely," Tony said.  "I have one question though."

   "Okay?"

   "Are you ..." Tony really didn't want to complete this next sentence but
he had to know the answer.  He had to.  "It's totally cool if you're not
going to but are you ...  are you planning to ...  will you ...  how much
are you, uh, going to show?"

   Cassie sighed.  It was a perfectly reasonable question and one with an
answer she didn't want to verbalize.

   "That depends on how this goes," she said.  "I really can't say.  I
don't know.  I don't want to think about that right now.  I want to make
this fun for you and maybe I'll show a good amount but I'm not going to do
anything I don't want to do.  Let's just see how this goes.  Okay?"

   "Okay."

   "Good," she said, scrolling through the playlist one final time and
picking out four songs she wanted to play in a specific order.  "Let's get
started."

   ====

   Tony was never as nervous in his entire life than he was in this moment
right here, right now.  His heart was racing.  His palms were sweating so
badly he had to wipe them on his seat.  If Cassie looked at him right now,
it would be impossible to see an adult man staring back at her.  He looked
like a nervous virgin getting ready to kiss a girl for the first time.

   "Can we wait a second?" Tony said.

   "Why?"

   "I just need a second to breathe," he replied, taking a deep breath.

   "Let me know when you're ready," she said.

   Tony closed his eyes and took short, rapid, deep breaths.  It took about
20 seconds before he was in the head space for what was about to happen
and, even then, he didn't quite believe it.

   "Hang on," Cassie said.

   She walked through the hotel room quickly, making sure the blinds were
all shut and no one could see in.  It's bad enough she's about to do this.
She didn't want an audience.  An audience of more than one anyway.

   On her walk, Cassie made sure to shut all the lights in the kitchen and
bathroom.  She couldn't control the way this room looked and couldn't shut
off all the lights to make it "feel" like a strip club but this was close
enough for a couple of songs.

   "You good?" she asked Tony one last time.

   "Yeah." he said.  From where Tony was sitting, he could see his cousin
with her back to him.  She looked nervous.  He couldn't blame her.  He was
nervous, too.

   "Alright," Cassie said, turning away from Tony and facing the bedroom.
She took a breath, said 'fuck it' in her head and pressed play on the first
of the four songs.  "Here we go."

   The moment the music began, he could feel the tone in the room change
completely.

   Right from the initial drum beats, Tony knew what song was going to kick
this off: Britney Spears' "I'm a Slave 4 U." An odd choice, to be sure, but
one that certainly fit the strip club atmosphere he hoped they'd be able to
create.

   The song started with Britney talking in a sultry voice and for those
first few moments, the beat was steady but clearly building.

   As Britney spoke softly for those first 16 seconds, Cassie did nothing.
She stood perfectly still but nodded her head song along with the rhythm.
Tony could tell she was working up the courage to start.

   Then the lyrics kicked in.  As soon they began, Cassie started to move.
Her movement was simple at first.  Just a slight adjustment of her hips and
a sway from side to side.  She still hadn't turned around.  She didn't feel
ready to.  Internally, this was the easiest part.  She could pretend she
was alone and dancing for fun.  Cassie loved this song and was psyching
herself up a second at a time.

   The tempo picked up a little and, so too, did her swaying.

   Now came the second verse and, with it, Cassie felt comfortable enough
to let her feet move with the lyrics.  She bucked her hips back and
forward, in a rocking motion, picturing herself riding on top of her last
boyfriend.  It was a bit more suggestive than she thought she'd be this
early.

   "I'm a slave for you,"

   The moment that first chorus started, she raised her arms in the air and
slowly, seductively, took her left hand and guided it down from her right
wrist to her upper shoulder.  She bucked back gently as she did, moving her
body like a wave from her pelvis to her chest.  The rhythm was easy to
maintain and flowed perfectly with the song.

   It was already the hottest thing Tony had ever seen from a strip tease,
no doubt because of who it was that was teasing him.

   As the next verse began, Cassie slowly backed closer to her cousin. 
This was the longest part of the song lyric wise and she wanted to time
this just right.  She had started this dance a few feet away and the
distance was comfortable.  Now, one step at a time, she was removing the
space between them and the uncomfortableness that came with it.  As she
did, she rubbed her hands over her head and lightly fussed with her hair.

   She was getting closer to the next chorus and knew exactly what she
wanted to do when it hit.

   Cassie was three feet away.  Then two.  She stopped, waiting for the
song title yet again.  Swaying with the beat.



   "I'm a slave for you"



   For the second time, Cassie timed her signature move of this song with
those words.  This time, she kept her left hand extended in the air and
rubbed her right palm from her left wrist to upper shoulder.  Every
movement was purposeful.

   The minute she touched that shoulder, she was ready.  There were still
30 seconds or so left in this track and she intended to use every single
one of them.  She turned her face to the right and locked eyes with her
cousin for the first time.

   He'd never forget the look on her face.  Nor she, his.

   "Get it get it, get it get it (oh) // Get it get it, get it get it (oh)
// Get it get it, get it get it (oh)"

   She bit her upper lip.  He adjusted in his seat.  She knew she had him.
He was putty in her hands and she was in complete control.

   As the song faded toward its conclusion and the last chorus started,
Cassie stopped dead in her tracks and began to walk away from her cousin.
One step at a time.  She could feel his eyes locked on her ass.

   The song ended.  Tony couldn't believe what he just saw.  She hadn't
taken a single piece of clothing off and he was already sporting the
hardest erection he'd had in years.

   He was hard.  For his cousin.

   Fuck.

   ====

   The second song started in an eerily similar way to the first.  Cassie
was back in her initial position and the first thing Tony heard was the
thumping of hard-hit drums and someone shredding a guitar.

   He didn't recognize the song at first and for the opening 30 seconds,
Cassie mirrored her moves in the Britney song, letting her head bob to the
beat and her hips sway from side to side.  She added a head-banging move
and tossed her hair from left to right as the drum sped up.  She could have
been an 80s music star.  She looked it.

   After 30 seconds of a steady beat, Cassie kicked off both of her shoes
as the leader singer wailed "OOOHHHHH." He followed it up with "OOOH
YEAHHHHH." She wasn't wearing socks and Tony didn't even notice the shoes
were unbuckled when she'd started this striptease but now she was barefoot.
It was the first hint of skin she had shown so far.

   Tony knew this song as it played but he still couldn't he place it.

   Cassie was feeling the music too.  She'd never struck him as a rock
music fan but it was hard not to tap your feet to the beat of this track.
It took 44 seconds for the lyrics to start but it may as well have been an
hour.  Tony's eyes were transfixed and time was irrelevant.

   "Jump back, what's that sound // Here she comes, full blast and top
down"

   These lyrics sucked but Tony didn't care.  The beat was awesome and
though he had a vague idea of what it was, he gave up trying to place it.
He wanted to stay focused.

   Cassie'd always had a guilty love of this Van Halen track.  It was a
huge hit a couple years before she was born but, as a kid, she ALWAYS
rocked out when it came on.  Even in college, it held a special spot on her
iPod.

   Her familiarity with it and the positive memories it always brought her
made what she knew she had to do next a little easier.  This is the song
where everything was going to get a little more serious.

   As the first verse wound down, she moved backwards again, inching closer
to her cousin.  She didn't know if she had the courage for this next move
but she was going to try.

   "Don't you know she's coming home with me?  // You'll lose her in the
turn."

   She was now two feet away.  It was the closest she'd been so far.

   "I'll get her!"

   This was it.  It was now or never.

   The moment she heard the all-too-familiar cry of "Panama!,", Cassie sat
on Tony's thigh.  It was their first contact and it sent a shockwave of
electricity through his dick AND her pussy.  She did NOT expect that and
almost moaned out loud.

   "What the fuck was THAT?" she thought, nearly jumping up but catching
herself so she didn't ruin the moment.

   Tony caught his breath before it escaped.  Holy shit.  In the back of
his mind, he remembered she said she would touch him eventually but in the
four minutes or so this had been going on, he'd forgotten about it
completely and it caught him off guard.

   With every utterance of "Panama," Cassie rubbed her body on top of
Tony's thigh.  She could feel the heat rising from his chest and he could
feel the heat of her ass on his leg.

   Cassie was still fully clothed and her jeans were a bit rough on Tony's
thigh but he didn't care.  Not one bit.  Cassie grinded on him for less
than 15 seconds in all but it felt like an eternity for both of them.

   It was hot.  It was dirty.  It was exciting.

   As the second verse began, Cassie stood up and moved forward three feet.
Tony hated to see her go but it would be worth it for whatever was next.

   Keeping her hips moving from side to side, Cassie once again lifted her
left arm up, moved her right hand down it from the wrist to shoulder and
looked back at her cousin.  This time, his look of shock was gone.  It was
replaced by a look she'd seen plenty of times.  Pure lust.

   "Thank God," she thought.  "He's actually into this."

   She had him where she wanted him and not a moment too soon.  It was time
to start taking her clothes off and that look was crucial to building her
confidence.

   She looked Tony right in the eyes and licked her lips.  Here we go.

   As Van Halen tore through the second verse, Cassie unbuckled the belt of
her jeans and, in one swift motion, pulled it out of the loops with her
right hand.  She swung it around in a small circle.  She then moved the
long end of the belt into her left hand as the guitar riffed and held her
arms out, extended, with her face staring forward.  She shook her ass left
and right to the beat.

   As soon as the next chorus started, she bent over completely, sticking
her jean-covered ass forward and looked up at her cousin through her open
legs.  She could see him adjust his pants over what looked like the outline
of an erection and it made her heart beat a little faster.

   The song was slowly winding down and right on cue.  She needed to act
quickly for what she had planned next.

   As the music of a steady guitar solo pushed her forward, she grabbed her
shirt and the sides of her hips and playfully teased taking it off.  In one
slow motion, she lifted it up and over her head.  She looked back at Tony
again and smiled.

   At the sound of a motorcycle revving up, Cassie unbuttoned her pants. 
She shimmied them off a tiny bit and the top of her panty line because
visible for the first time.  Tony felt the lump in his throat and the lump
in his jeans both move at the same time.

   Taking her thumbs and placing them in the loops of her jeans on both
sides, Cassie eased her jeans down as slowly as possible.

   "She's blinding, I'm flying// Right behind the rear-view mirror now"

   For the first time, Tony could see the black garter and stockings he'd
asked her to wear.  It was so much hotter than he had envisioned and the
photos he saw in her ad did no justice to her ass in person.  As she let
the jeans fall to her ankles, Cassie could feel a wave of heat escape and a
chill blow past her legs.

   There were still roughly 30 seconds left in the song and one more
chorus. She had timed it perfectly and, once again, as the chorus kicked
in, she had something special planned.

   This time it was a simple move but one both she and Tony were looking
forward to.

   She turned to face him for the first time.

   They locked eyes.  There was no pretense left.  They were actually doing
this.  She was stripping for HIM.

   As Van Halen belted out "Panama" for the last time, Cassie stood face to
face with her cousin and walked quickly over to him.  His eyes scanned her
body from top to bottom and she could tell he was blown away by the way she
looked in full lingerie and the bra she still had on.

   "Jesus Christ," he uttered.

   It was music to her ears and she grinned.

   Cassie knew the second song was almost over and she finished it simply,
keeping her eyes on her cousin, moving her hands through her hair once
again and taking two steps back.

   It was the furthest she'd be from him for the rest of the set.

   ====

   Two songs down.  Two songs left to go.

   Cassie didn't know how far she was really willing to take this yet but
she was getting bolder with every verse of the playlist.

   Tony, meanwhile, was beginning to understand why she felt she was worth
$1,200 an hour.  He'd never seen her this way but she exuded a sexy
confidence that you can't put a price tag on.  At this moment, right now,
she was fulfilling his escort fantasy beyond his wildest dreams.  It's a
shame she was his cousin.  He REALLY wanted to fuck her.

   "Shit man," he thought.  "That's so wrong."

   Was it though?  She's clearly a professional.  It's what she does.

   "No," he scolded himself.  "Don't go there."

   So far, Cassie had kept this entire thing playful but sexy.  She had two
songs left but, deep down, she wasn't sure how she was going to handle this
next one.

   Rocking out to 80s Van Halen music is one thing.  But her next track was
a slow rap song with a smooth vibe and what she had planned was so much
more intimate than standing a few feet away wearing lingerie.

   This would really test her.

   ====

   Cassie started the next song with her back turned to her cousin.  It
wouldn't last.  It wasn't meant to.

   The song started with what sounded like a synthesizer and it was a beat
Tony knew but didn't quite recognize.  As the lyrics began, he realized
why. He'd heard the rock version of this song before and knew it was a
cover of something but never heard the original rap version.  This had to
be it.

   "I say he so sweet make her wanna' lick the rapper"



   Yep.  He was right.  Those weird lyrics were indisputable.

   Cassie chose "Lollipop" by Lil Wayne.  An odd choice given the song
before it and probably the first time anyone has transitioned from Van
Halen to Lil Wayne but Tony didn't mind.  She could honestly keep this up
with that kids song from earlier and it wouldn't stop his erection in the
slightest.

   Cassie was back in teasing mode.  She swayed as Lil Wayne grunted and
the beat changed ever so slowly.  She didn't need to look back to know her
cousin's eyes were burning holes through her.  She loved it and could feel
herself getting warm between her legs.

   She kept this up through the initial lines of the song, if they could be
called that.  It wasn't a traditionally structured song.  It didn't matter.
Confidently, standing two feet away from Tony, she bent all the way over.
He was staring right at her panty-covered pussy and needed every bit of his
willpower not to bury his face in that sweet sight.

   Cassie stood up, moving her upper body in a wave motion again, dashing
her hips forward and back.

   "Shawty wanna' hump, you know I'd like to touch ya lovely lady lumps."

   Tony had no idea what those lyrics meant and didn't care.  The beat was
pure strip club magic and created an atmosphere he was obsessed with.  For
the first time, he didn't care that Cassie was his cousin.  He was going to
let his brain wander and go wherever it wanted to.  He could feel his cock
straining to be set free.

   What came next wouldn't make it softer.

   Cassie took a deep breath and slowly walked backwards, between Tony's
legs until she felt the bottom of the couch hit her ankles.  It was time.

   "Lil' mama had a swag like mine // She even wear her hair down her back
like mine,"

   Cassie shut her brain off the moment the first real verse started and
slowly, painstakingly, sat on her cousin's lap.

   For a moment, Tony thought he was about to cum.  Everything he wanted
was right in front of him.  His cousin, who he shouldn't be doing this
with, was sitting on his lap and grinding on his dick.

   Cassie could feel her cousin's rock hard cock pressed against her butt
and was so glad she was facing away from him because the thought made her
open her mouth shocked.  She knew he liked it from his intent stare but
this was more than confirmation.  This was a rock.  hard.  dick.

   There was no pretending anymore.  Cassie turned her cousin on.  And he
was turning her on.  Whatever they were doing, no matter how right or wrong
it was, they were both enjoying this.  A lot.

   As she sat on Tony's lap, Cassie mimicked her grinding moves from
earlier.  Tony couldn't see her face but he didn't care.  He threw his head
back and enjoyed the feeling of her ass rocking back on him.  Tony was
still fully dressed and there may have been a couple of layers of clothing
between them but there was no denying this: His cousin was grinding on his
dick.

   Right around the time Tony wondered how much of this he could take, Lil
Wayne moved to the first chorus of the song.  The grinding lasted less than
30 seconds but, fuck if it didn't feel ten times that long.

   Tony was thankful Cassie got up as the chorus started.  His head was
spinning and he didn't know what to do or what to say.  He wouldn't get a
chance to recover.

   Cassie turned to face him again.  She locked eyes with him again and bit
her tongue as she moved her hands through her hair.  The second chorus was
seconds away and she was aching to proceed as she moved closer.

   "Shawty wanna' thug, bottles in the club" the song continued as Cassie
lifted her left leg and put it past Tony's right hip and onto the couch. 
She did the same with her right leg and slowly lowered herself on top of
him.

   "Fuck!" he thought.

   Cassie looked right into his eyes and sat on his lap.  Tony didn't know
where to look.  For a little over 25 seconds, she rode him slowly and
sensually.  Tony didn't want her to stop but she did.

   This was a striptease and she sure was leaning heavy on the tease part.

   As the next verse started, Cassie stood up again.  She could feel the
reluctance in Tony's eyes but she needed to him to pace himself.  She
hadn't even taken off her bra or panties yet.

   "Holy fuck," she thought.  "Am I really going to go that far?"



   A simple look at her lust-stricken cousin told her the answer, even if
she wasn't ready for it.



   Over the course of the next verse, Cassie let her hands roam over her
body much more freely but stood a foot away, letting Tony soak the image
into his brain.  She cupped her tits suggestively and bent forward, giving
him an eye-full of her cleavage.  There was no way he'd be able to resist
jerking off when she left.  The thought was so naughty, she could feel her
nipples harden a bit.

   The song was halfway over and she had him exactly where she wanted him.
She could ease off the gas pedal a little bit and she did, moving to casual
dance moves and swaying from side to side, never losing her cousin's gaze.

   In reality, she was gearing up for what she knew would be a hot finish
to the song.

   After a minute or so of dancing from a distance, Cassie heard the words
she was waiting for.

   "C-Call me, s-so I can make it juicy for ya"

   She moved forward.  Once again, she placed her legs outside of Tony's
and sat on his lap.

   He was in heaven.

   She didn't grind initially, instead staying still and moving her hands
through her hair again.  Tony loved that move.  Once she started moving her
hips back and forth, though, it's all he wanted to experience.

   Tony felt Cassie press her body down hard on his dick.  She was giving
him a slow, purposeful grind.  There was no denying this.  They were dry
humping and he loved every second of it.

   All he wanted to do was squeeze her ass.  Or touch her tits.  He
couldn't decide.  But he remembered her rules and didn't want to fuck
anything up.

   Arching his back up just a little, Tony repositioned himself so he could
sit up a little straighter and leaned into his cousin's ear.  The feeling
of his lips so close to her gave Cassie goosebumps.

   "Can I ...  Can I touch?"

   It was the most taboo question Cassie ever heard, yet it sounded so
innocent.

   "Okay," she said.

   Tony didn't want to overplay his hand.  Not yet anyway.  He decided to
play this slow and reached behind Cassie, cupping her ass.  The feeling
sent a wave through her and, for the first time, she could feel herself
getting wet.  It briefly snapped her back to reality and she stood up.

   "Shit," Tony said, figuring he messed up.

   Cassie turned around and lowered herself back down, facing away from
Tony as the song finished.  For the final 20 or so seconds, Tony slowly
thrust himself against his cousin's ass, pulling her closer and matching
her rhythm.  He couldn't believe she was letting him do this.  It was
almost like she was as into it as he was.

   It was hotter than almost any sex he'd ever had.

   The song came to an end and not a moment too soon as Tony would have
absolutely cum if he kept up that pace much longer.  His body was aching
for release but it was still wrong.  She's still his cousin.  He can't
shoot a load to his cousin.

   Right?

   ====

   "Jesus," Tony said as the third song ended.  "You're killing me with
this.  That was so fucking hot."

   Something about the way Tony said those words excited Cassie.  She'd
never thought of him sexually before but she was starting to.

   Still, it was important not for her not to get too aroused.  She didn't
want to do anything she'd regret later.

   "You ain't seen nothing yet," she said, laughing.

   As the fourth and final song began, Cassie felt an equal amount of
nervous anticipation and dread.  She was having way more fun than she
thought she would but it was coming to an end very soon.

   Right?

   ====

   For the last song, Cassie wanted something faster and more club-like. 
It would help her set the tempo for what she had in mind and was so fast
paced, she wouldn't have time to second guess herself.  After all, it was
important to end on a high note and she knew exactly what that meant, even
if Tony was clueless about what was happening next.

   It took Tony two seconds to figure out what song she chose next.  It
would have been hard not to since it literally begins with Pitbull
introducing himself as "Mr.  Worldwide" and bringing in T-Pain.

   Cassie selected "Hey Baby (Drop it to the Floor)," a song Tony hadn't
heard in a while but an ear-worm that sticks with listeners once they do.
Not that he'd need any help to remember this experience.

   Cassie started the song, walking a few steps away from her cousin and
for good reason.  She needed a little bit of space for this next part.

   With her back to Tony once again, Cassie ran her arms all over her body
and took a deep breath.  This was it.

   "Hey baby girl what you doin' tonight // I wanna see what you got in
store," T-Pain blared.

   Everything Cassie was doing now was by choice but it was hard to feel
like she had any control.  She let the music move her and, right now, the
music moved her hands behind her back and toward the clasp of her bra.

   "Oh my God," Tony thought to himself.  "Is she gonna ..."

   She did.  She unhooked her bra.

   With nervous anticipation, Cassie looked back one last time and smiled
at her cousin.  She kept her back to him as she took her bra off and threw
it over her head.

   Cassie lifted her hands in the air and Tony knew on the other side, she
was completely topless.  He would have given anything to see her like that.
He didn't have to wait long.

   As Cassie slowly backed up toward him, hips first, she covered her
breasts with her hands and, as the chorus kicked in, she turned around.

   "Ooh baby baby, la la la la"

   Tony's eyes were begging her to move her hands.  Cassie waited a few
seconds and gave in, lifting her her hands back to her hair.

   She was topless.  In front of her cousin.

   He could see her bare tits.

   And, fuck.  What a pair of tits.

   Tony's eyes nearly popped out when Cassie lifted her hands and whatever
part of the brain is responsible for turning what you see into concrete
thoughts had stopped working for him.  He couldn't stop looking and he
could feel his dick throb.

   Her tits were perfect.  Absolutely perfect.

   Cassie had no visible tan lines, in part due to the beautiful Florida
sun and the topless sunbathing she did at least twice a week.  She had a
pair of large C cup tits and they were bell shaped.  Her areolas were well
defined, circular and positioned perfectly on her breasts.  And her
nipples? Right now they were rock hard.

   Tony loved his wife.  Very much.  But this was another level of sexual
attraction.  He couldn't remember a sexier pair of tits.

   "God damn," he said audibly.

   Cassie laughed.

   As the first chorus ended, Cassie refocused.  It was almost time for the
grand finale of this whole experience.  She lowered herself on his lap once
again, facing him with her bare breasts out, inches away from his face. 
Tony reached out to touch but she playfully slapped his hands away.

   As the first Pitbull verse began, Cassie stood up again.  She sat on the
ground this time, much to Tony's surprise, and opened her legs, giving him
an unobstructed view of her still panty-covered pussy.  It wouldn't be
covered for much longer.

   As the words spilled forward, Cassie pushed the envelope a little more,
moving her hands between her legs and raising her eyebrows at her cousin.
She teasingly touched the top of her mound and moved her hands under her
panties, touching her pussy.

   She could feel her wetness.  She was aching to be touched but knew she
couldn't do anything about it.  Not now.  She needed to focus.

   Cassie spun around, stomach first on the ground, and lifted herself up
like she was doing a push-up, sticking her ass directly in front of Tony's
face.  She was maybe four inches away from his face and he could smell her
body.  She smelled like lavender and hormones.  For the first time, he
wondered if she was aroused or just a really good actress.  In her line of
work, it could be either.

   Cassie stood up straight and bent over to touch her toes.  As the second
chorus started, she slipped her thumbs in the side of her panties the way
she did her jeans earlier.  Slowly, she lowered them.  In an instant, they
were gone.

   Before Tony could even think about what he just saw, she lowered herself
on his lap once again, facing away, and grinding his dick harder than she
had so far as the chorus kicked in.

   "Ooh baby baby, la la la la la la la"

   Tony was in visual overload.  He didn't know what to focus on as he
watched his now nearly naked cousin grind herself on his cock.  She still
had the garter and stockings on but, for all intents and purposes, she was
fully nude and he was fully hard.

   "Fuck it," he thought.

   Tony let his hands roam free on her ass and found no resistance stopping
him this time.

   Cassie arched backwards and leaned against Tony's chest.  In an instant,
she felt his hands reach around and cup her tits.

   "Holy shit," he thought, cupping and kneading his cousin's perfect
breasts, occasionally flicking her hard nipples and trying not to cum. 
"These are amazing."

   She ground her ass into his dick even harder, working her cheeks along
the path of his shaft from top to bottom.  She could feel her body
squeezing and stroking his cock and felt his balls tighten up.  If this was
a normal client, she would keep doing this until right before they came. 
She'd stop, pull out their dick and bury it deep in her pussy.  But this
was her cousin.  She couldn't do that.

   She wanted to.  But she couldn't.

   Cassie let Tony's hands feel her up for a few seconds but this wasn't
how she wanted to end things.  She stood up, turned around instantly and
found herself face to face with him.  She could feel his dick twitch
beneath her.  This was it.  Big finish.

   As Pitbull launched into the third verse, Cassie let go of all
inhibitions.  She took her hands and ran them through Tony's hair.  She
moved her lips slowly past his, came back around and bit his bottom lip
ever so slightly.  Each move was driving him crazier than the last.

   She could feel his legs twitching as he thrust into her, his body
yearning to feel the tight grip of her pussy lips wrap themselves around
his cock, only to be denied by his layer of underwear and jeans.  It was
all that was stopping the full length of his shaft from plunging deep
inside her and they both knew it.  They both wanted it.

   "You like that?" she asked.

   He couldn't answer.  Not coherently anyway.  A caveman-like grunt would
have to suffice.

   Cassie pressed on anyway.

   "You like that?" she asked again.  "Tell me you like it."

   "I love it," Tony replied.  Cassie leaned her head forward.  Her lips
were right next to his ears.

   "Hmmmmmmmm," Cassie moaned every so slightly.  It was enough to make
Tony gasp.

   "Come on," she whispered seductively.  "Let me feel your dick."

   "Fucccccck," Tony groaned.

   Tony picked up the pace and was pushing himself hard into Cassie.  She
could feel every inch of it now, the muscle memory between her thighs
painting an exact image of what it looked like, how long it was, the thick
head at the top.

   She wanted more.  She needed more.

   With one swift move, Cassie took her hands and guided them down to her
aching lower lips.  She rubbed the outside of her pussy and moaned as she
did it but that's not what the trip was meant for.  This time, she went
lower and didn't stop until she felt her cousin's pants, felt the throbbing
member yearning to be free from inside.

   She touched the top of Tony's dick and could feel its head.  She moved
her fingers around the sides and started to slowly, meticulously massage
the shaft underneath.  Her hands felt like heaven.

   "Hmmmmm," she moaned in his ears again.  "That's a nice, fat cock you've
got for me.  I bet you want to take it out and shove it down my pretty
little throat until I gag.  I want it too.  I want to gag on your dick."

   "Oh yeah?" Tony groaned.  "I bet you do.  You want to be my little
slut?"

   "I'm no one's slut," she said.  "Especially not yours.  You couldn't
handle it.  If I took your dick out right now, you'd bust before I even
touched it.  What makes you think you could handle it?  I'm going to make
you cum without even taking it out of your fucking pants."

   "Uhhhh,"

   "That's right," Cassie said, her hands picking up their pace.  "You
think I'm the slut?  No.  You're my slut.  And you're going to do what I
say.  You want me?  You want me to suck that fat cock?  You want to cum in
my mouth?"

   "So bad," he said.

   "Too bad," she said.  "That's not what's going to happen.  I decide what
we're going to do.  You cum when I tell you to.  And trust me, if you think
this lap dance is hot, you couldn't handle me sucking your dick, milking
every drop of cum out of it and down my throat.  And this pussy?  Please.
You think you could handle it?  You want to fuck me?  "

   "I do." he replied.

   "Then tell me you want it." she said.  "Tell me you want this pussy."

   "Ughhhhhh," Tony groaned.  He was close.  "I want your pussy so bad."

   "Close your eyes," she instructed.  "Now!"

   Tony obeyed.  He was in no position to object.  In that moment, Cassie
had complete and total control over every cell of his body and she could
make him do whatever she wanted.

   Tony was screaming in his mind.  He wanted so badly to watch what she
was doing but he couldn't.  She told him not to.

   But he could still feel her, feel the full weight of her body on top of
his, at least for a moment until she started to slink down between his
legs. He had no idea what she had planned and didn't care.  She could do
whatever she wanted to him.  He was hers.

   Seconds after he closed his eyes, Tony could feel his cousin's warm
breath on the top of his pants and his senses exploded.  It was so much
hotter because he COULDN'T see what she was doing.  He wanted to.  So
badly.

   Even though her touch was just through the cloth of his pants, Tony
immediately thought the sensation was going to make him cum.  He could feel
her tongue tracing lines on his rigid cock and felt the shape of her mouth
as it touched the head of his dick.

   Cassie loved teasing him and used his momentary blindness to shove two
fingers in her pussy when he wasn't looking.  She moaned and felt her mouth
water as she pressed her lips against his cock.  Now was not the time for
her to please herself, she thought, we're almost done.

   Cassie pulled herself away and, as she did, Tony opened up his eyes
again just in time to watch her sit back up on his lap.

   The song was starting to wrap up.  Was she really going to do this?

   She was.

   As the last chorus kicked in, Cassie leaned back, bit her cousin's ear
and started grinding fiercely.

   He didn't know what to say.  He didn't need to speak.

   "Come on," she said.  "Come on.  I know you want to."

   "Want to what?" he muttered, dazed and overwhelmed by the feelings in
his head and his pants.  Tony struggled to hold on as Cassie bucked back
and forth.  He could see her glistening pussy rubbing against him and he
didn't know how much more of this he could take.

   "I know you to want to cum," she said.  "Do it.  I want to feel you
cum."

   Holy.  Shit.

   "Are you sure?" he asked.

   "Just do it," she said.  "Let go.  Uhhhhhhh.  Feel me.  Uhhhhh.  Feel my
ass riding your dick.  Feel my pussy rubbing against you.  Cum for me."

   Tony didn't need any more encouragement and was sick of having no
control.  He lifted Cassie up with his right hand, spun her onto the couch
and got on top of her.  Now he was the one grinding into her and, pants or
no pants, he could feel her wetness on the head of his erection.

   "Yeah," she said.  "Take it.  Take it.  Fucking do it.  Come on.  Come
on.  Cum for me."

   Tony was close.  He was so close.

   "Picture it," she said.  "Picture it.  Picture your hard dick filling me
up.  Picture burying it deep in my cunt.  Let me hear your balls slapping
against me.  I want you to feel me.  Right now.  Feel my pussy.  Feel how
hot it is for you.  I want it.  I need it."

   Tony reached down and traced his fingers along the underside of her
slit. She was steaming and trembling.  And moist.  She was soaked.

   "You're wet?" he said, almost surprised.

   "Yeah, I'm wet." she said.  "I want you inside of me but you're never
gonna get it.  This is as close as you get so you better enjoy it because
the song is almost over.  You want to cum?  You want that release?  You
better do it right now.  Shut the fuck up and cum for me.  NOW."

   Cassie swung her body around Tony and was back on top of him.  She was
back in control.  This time, it was in the cowgirl position and as she
ground her pussy harder and harder, she could feel it.  It was about to
happen.

   "Give me that cum," she moaned.  "Fucking give me it to me right now."

   "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Tony groaned.  "Fuck.  Tell me.  Tell me to cum."

   She wasted no time.

   "Come on cuz," she said, leaning hard into the taboo and blurring all
the lines of the reality they had tried to forget momentarily.  "Come for
me.  Shoot your hot load all over me.  Let me feel it.  Let me feel it. 
Cum all over me."

   "UGHHHH," he responded.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck.  I'm ....  I'm ....  Uhhh
......  I'm cumming.  I'm cumming."

   Even with the clothes between them, Cassie could feel that first spurt
come roaring out of his cock.  Then the second.  Then a third.  What she
wouldn't give to have it hitting the back of her throat.  She loved the
taste of cum and she wanted her cousin's so badly in that moment.

   But she wouldn't get it.  Not now.

   Their time was over.

   But what a time it was.

   With a smile on her face, Cassie let her body collapse on top of Tony's
and slowed the rhythm of her thrusts.  As the song came to a close, she
whispered one last time in his ear.

   "Hmmmmm," she said.  "That was fucking hot."

   ====

   Cassie loved this part of being an escort.  She loved the minutes right
after a client shoots his load and the world goes quiet.

   As she lay on top of her cousin and felt his upward thrusts slowly
subside, she closed her eyes and let the quiet wash over her.

   She had enjoyed herself so much more than she thought she would and
things went wildly past the point she initially intended but she loved
every second of it.

   So did he.

   She could still feel his hands on her ass.  She could still feel his
touch and though he may have cum, she was still slick and yearned to be
filled.  Cassie knew she was going to have to pull her car over somewhere
private after she left here and shove one of the vibrators nestled into her
luggage case deep into her pussy until she exploded.  There's no way she
could drive like this.

   As the two of them caught their breath, the only sound in their hotel
room was that of the cars passing outside.  The quiet almost made their
situation feel normal.

   Cassie waited for a few moments and reveled in the aftermath of a job
well done, letting her cousin get his final touches in -- he apparently
loved feeling up her tits -- before rolling over to his side and sitting on
the floor near the couch they were on.

   As far as stripteases and lap dances go, it was the hottest one she'd
ever given and she was shocked at how much sexual chemistry the two of them
actually had.  It was one of the more passionate experiences she'd had as
an escort and it was with her cousin of all people.

   If he were anyone else, they'd be fucking right now.  Whether or not she
was paid to be here.  Lord knows she wanted it.

   Cassie took a look at Tony's face.  She could tell he did too.

   "Jesus Christ," he said, his breathing slowly returning to normal. 
"That was incredible."

   Cassie laughed.  She didn't want to move.  She didn't want this moment
to end.

   "I'm glad you liked it," she said, smiling.

   Cassie waited a few more minutes to regain her composure.  When Tony
wasn't looking, she guided her fingers back to her pussy to see if she was
still wet.  She was.  Just as she thought.

   But it would have to wait.  Now wasn't the time.

   Cassie reached to her right and grabbed the underwear she had taken off
a few minutes earlier.  She stretched her legs and felt a satisfying pop.
That couch was rough on her ankles and it felt good to stretch out the
knots.

   Pulling her panties up and over her stockings, Cassie shimmied her butt
up high enough to get them on all the way without standing up.  She was
still topless, though, and Tony's eyes wouldn't leave her tits.  He knew he
probably wouldn't see them again and wanted to burn them into his memory.

   "Liked it?" he asked.  "I loved it.  It was one of the hottest things
ever.  Did you have fun?"

   Cassie blushed at his words.

   "This stays between us right?" she asked sheepishly.

   "Of course."

   "Yeah.  I liked it too," she said, lowering her voice so no one heard
her admit something so taboo.

   Tony wasn't sure what to say.  On the one hand, he knew she was into it
when she rode him.  He could see her pussy glistening and, escort or no
escort, no one can fake it that well.  On the other, it's still his cousin
and that had to mean something.  Right?

   After what they just did, did right or wrong even matter?

   "Was it everything you hoped it would be?" she asked.

   "Mostly." he said.

   "Mostly?" she wondered, slightly surprised.

   "Yeah, mostly." he repeated.  "That was the hottest lap dance of my
fucking life.  But, Jesus Christ what I wouldn't give to keep going."

   So he wanted it too and wasn't ashamed to admit it.  Interesting.

   For a moment, Cassie entertained the thought.  It wouldn't be that
difficult to keep going.  She wanted to feel him again.  To taste him.  She
wanted to take everything he had to give and make it an experience he never
forgot.

   Though, she likely already had.

   All she had to do was say yes and they'd be right back where they left
off.  She pictured him lifting her up and throwing her back on the couch,
burying his face in her pussy and eating her out until she couldn't take it
anymore.  She fantasized about him face fucking her until she gasped for
air.  She could see herself with her head buried in the cushions, her ass
in the air and her cousin plowing into her from behind.

   She wanted all of those things.  She wanted them so badly.  Her inner
monologue was no help.

   "Why not?" she wondered to herself.  "We've already done this much. 
Would it really be that big a deal?"

   Try as she might, though, she couldn't shut off that small but important
part of her brain that said it was wrong.

   Somewhere in the time since the last song finished, reality set in. 
What she just did, she did with a family member.  Hot or not, satisfying or
not, it wasn't right.  You don't do those things with your relatives.

   Cassie had been so wrapped up in giving Tony a good time that she didn't
even really process what they had done until right now.  She relived it for
a moment in her head.  The teasing, the bending over, the stripping of her
clothes.  And the finish.

   Oh, man.  The way they finished.

   "Oh God," she thought, feeling a rush of embarrassment.  "Fuck, fuck,
fuck.  Why did I have to go there?  Why did I have to think that?  What the
fuck."

   She'd dry-fucked her cousin to completion.  He came because of her.

   He came because she begged him to.  No, commanded him to.

   There's no taking something like that back.  You can't undo an orgasm.

   Worst of all, she knew, deep down, that if that song had lasted even two
more minutes, she wouldn't have been able to control herself and she would
have let him fuck her.  She would have had sex with her cousin and let him
cum all over her face, on her tits or deep down her throat.

   Cassie put her head in her hands and took a deep breath.  The feelings
of shame were creeping in.  It was post-nut clarity without the benefit of
the actual orgasm.

   "No, no, no," Tony said.  "Don't do that.  Don't do that.  Don't ruin
it. It was amazing."

   "What do you mean don't ruin it?" Cassie said.  "We shouldn't have done
that.  It was too much."

   "Why?" Tony said.  "Who cares what we just did?  It's just us.  We're
adults.  No one has to know.  I had fun.  You had fun.  Don't overthink
it."

   Even as Tony tried to reassure Cassie that everything they had just done
wasn't a big deal, he couldn't stop staring at her bare tits and he could
feel his dick stir yet again.

   "Jesus," he thought.  "Already?"

   The sight of yet another erection for his cousin wasn't something Tony
planned on.  It hadn't even been ten minutes since he came and he wanted to
do it again?  What was he?  A teenager?

   "Look, I gotta go," Cassie said, covering her tits bashfully.  "I
really, really had fun but let's not talk about this again.  Like you said,
let's not ruin it."

   Tony sighed.  "Okay," he said.  "Sure.  We're cool."

   "I'll send you your half of the money back when I get home," Cassie
said, remembering they had made a deal before the striptease, a time that
honestly felt like years ago right now.

   "Keep it," Tony said.

   "Huh?" Cassie asked.

   "Keep it," he repeated.  "You earned it."

   "I can't," Cassie said.  "It's not right.  You didn't get what you paid
for."

   "There's still time," he said.

   Cassie let out a snicker.  He was relentless.  She looked at the clock.
It was 9:15 p.m.  She'd only been here for a little over an hour but,
already, so much had happened.

   "Oh yeah?" Cassie asked.  "Time for what?"

   Tony paid for an hour of her time but, in truth, she only gave him about
20 minutes of the escort experience he ordered.  She could just say 'fuck
it' and let him get the other 40.  Let him get the "full experience" they
both wanted.

   No.  She had to say no.  She had to be strong enough to stop this for
both their sakes.

   "You know what I mean," Tony continued, careful to choose his next words
delicately.  "Like I said, that was amazing.  It was exactly what I wanted
but I want so much more.  Look at me.  I'm already rock hard again."

   Cassie looked down at her cousin.  He was.

   "I just ..." he trailed off.

   "Just what?" she asked.

   "Never mind," he said.  "It's stupid."

   "No," she said.  "Tell me."

   "I just wish you were literally anyone else in the world," he said.  "I
want to do so many things to you right now."

   Cassie stifled a laugh.  She knew she shouldn't have had that reaction,
especially not to her cousin's face, but she couldn't help herself.  It's
one thing to give someone a little strip tease.  It's quite another to
actually fuck them.  There's an entire strip club industry that operates on
that distinction.  And those girls aren't dealing with relatives.

   "You know we can't do that," she said pointedly, finally finding her bra
and strapping it back on.

   "I know," he replied.

   "It's bad enough we did this," she said.  "I don't know how we'd feel if
we went further."

   "I'd love to find out." Tony said, rubbing his dick through his pants.

   "Quit that," Cassie said, averting her eyes.  "I don't want to think
about you stroking your dick."

   "I can't help it," Tony said.  "I'm sorry.  I'll stop.  I don't want to
make this weird."

   "Thank you," she said.

   "Seriously, though, that lap dance was insane," he said.  "If that's how
you dance, I can't even begin to imagine how you fuck."

   Cassie laughed.  In literally any other context, that comment from a
family member would have offended her beyond belief.  Now, it seemed like a
genuine compliment.

   Cassie started putting her jeans back on and Tony was trying to find a
way, any way, to keep this conversation going.  Maybe he could somehow wear
her down and convince her to take things further if she just stayed a
little longer.  He already saw her resistance melting.  Plus, she had to
still be turned on.  It's not like she came yet.

   "Fuck, you look so good," he said.

   Cassie smiled.

   "I can't believe we're talking to each like this," she said, trying to
gloss past the compliment.  "What do you think your mom would think?  What
do you think my mom would say if she knew I felt you getting hard and
talked to you like that?"

   Tony chuckled.  It really was ridiculous.

   "Good thing they'll never know," he said.

   "Yeah," Cassie nodded.  "It was fun.  But we can't tell anyone.  They
wouldn't understand."

   "Totally," Tony said.  "Our secret is safe with me.  Just tell me one
thing.  If I had fun ...  and you had fun ...  why'd we stop?"

   "You know why," she responded.

   Cassie was mostly dressed now.  She had put her jeans back on and her
shirt was coming soon.  In five minutes, she'd freshen up in the bathroom.
In ten, she'd say goodbye.

   "What if ..." Tony started to ask a question but wasn't brave enough.

   "What if what?" she replied.

   "What if I paid you more?"

   Tony was grasping at ways to keep this going and the one he thought gave
him his best shot was making his desire purely transactional.  If he could
get her to focus on the reason she was here -- the money -- maybe he could
get her to forget about the incest part of this deal.

   "I don't want your money," she said.  "Besides, you already paid me.  I
can't take more of it."

   "Well, yeah, I gave you $1,200," he said.  "But you already agreed to
give me half of that back.  What if I let you keep the original $600, the
money I was going to tip you and maybe give you more?"

   Cassie paused.  She didn't know what to say.  On the one hand, she was a
little offended.  How dare her own cousin think he can pay to fuck her.

   On the other ...  she was an escort so it's ...  well, it's kind of fair
play on his part.

   "I can't take your money," she said.  "We shouldn't have even gone this
far.  It was wrong and you know it.  You might not feel bad right now.  I
might not feel bad right now but in a few days?  In a week?  A year?  This
is fucked up dude.  I don't know how I'm going to feel about this after
tonight."

   "If you don't know how you're going to feel, why stop where we stopped?"
he said.  "Do you think it's really going to make a difference to you that
we 'only' had a full striptease and lap dance?  And that you made my cum in
my pants instead of on your tits?"

   It was a great point but the suddenly vulgar way Tony described it made
each word hit a little harder.  Cassie was slightly surprised by his tone.
Sure, the two of them had already crossed a pretty taboo line together but
going further would make things worse.

   Still, it's not like they could go back.  They'd already permanently
changed their relationship and it's not exactly black or white from this
point forward.  At best, what they were dealing were varying shades of
grey.

   'We had to stop," Cassie said, her eyes averting her cousin's.  "If we
didn't stop, we would have really messed up."

   "I don't get it," Tony said.  "How can you be fine with fucking
strangers for money but you feel guilty doing this stuff with me?"

   "Well, I don't know them," Cassie replied.

   "That makes it so much worse," Tony said with a grin.  "At least with me
you know I'm safe.  I haven't fucked anyone but my wife in forever."

   "Those guys aren't in my life though," she replied.  "I don't see them
outside of this and they don't know who I am.  They can't out me to my mom,
dad or sisters."

   "And I would?"

   "You really don't get it huh?  It's not that I don't WANT to keep
going," she said.  "It's that we can't."

   "Bullshit," Tony said.  "You get paid to have sex with people.  I want
to pay you to have sex.  It's not more complicated than that.  Why are you
looking at this so funny?  It's no different than any other night you're on
this job, except maybe that I like you like family and not just as an
escort."

   Cassie could see Tony's point.  But she also knew he was only making
that point because he was horny.  He might feel differently if he wasn't
thinking with his dick.

   She didn't get a chance to retort.

   "I'll tell you what," Tony said.  "Let's make a deal."

   "A deal?"

   "Yeah, a deal," he said.  "You don't want to fuck me?  Fine.  Would you
suck my dick?"

   "I can't," Cassie said after a momentarily pause.

   "Okay," Tony replied.  "Would you jerk me off?"

   "Umm ..." Cassie said, taking a little longer this time.  "I don't think
so."

   "Alright, so no touching me, got it," Tony said.  "What about letting me
eat your pussy?"

   Cassie shook her head no.  She could see where this was going.  Tony was
trying to find her exact boundary.  The only problem?  She didn't know
where it was either.

   "How about this," he asked, rubbing himself through his pants.  "Would
you let me jerk off looking at you?  No touching.  No contact.  Just let me
jerk off staring at you."

   Cassie was stumped.  A few moments ago, she had explicitly said she
didn't want to see that.  But now, when faced with the idea of actually
fucking her cousin or sucking him off, having him jerk himself off while
she stood in the room didn't seem that bad.

   "You want to pay me to sit here and watch you jerk off?" she asked.

   "I want to fuck you and I want to fuck you hard," Tony said with a deep
laugh.  "But I'll take what I can get."

   "So that's what this is," she said.  "A big plot to work me up to
fucking you?"

   "Yeah." he said.  "It's really no different than going a date really. 
Let's see what you're comfortable with and go further if we can.  If not,
then we won't.  I really don't think it would be that bad.  I think we
could have a lot of fun."

   "I need to think about it," Cassie said.  She was torn.  What the two of
them had already done was far worse, at least in her mind, than what he
just offered.  But it could lead down a bad road.  It was better for her to
nip this in the bud now than risk going too far if and when she lost
control.

   "I'll tell you what," Tony said.  "I need to pee and I need to get out
of these underwear.  I'll go in the bathroom.  I'll give you a few minutes.
Knock on the door when you've decided what you want to do and let me know."

   He didn't wait for her to respond, getting up and going into the
bathroom as she figured out what to say next.  He closed the door behind
him, looked into the mirror and waited.

   ====

   It took nearly ten minutes for Tony to hear the knock on the door, a
knock much quieter than the one earlier when his cousin came into the hotel
room as this adventure began.

   As he opened the door, Tony's heart sank.  Cassie was fully dressed. 
Her answer was clear.

   "I've made up my mind," she said.

   "Alright," he replied.  "I had to try."

   Tony got ready to give his cousin a goodbye hug but she interrupted him.

   "Alright, ground rules," she said, mirroring her exact words from
earlier.  "Let's try not to make this awkward."

   ====

   Tony was delighted.  He couldn't believe she was considering staying.

   The two moved from the bathroom back to the couch and sat down.  It felt
almost like a business meeting and, in a way, it kind of was.

   Cassie didn't know where to begin.  This whole thing sounded better in
her head a few minutes ago when she made her decision.  She could control
this and make sure everyone got what they wanted without doing anything she
didn't want to do.  And if it looked like it might go too far, well, she'd
dealt with far worse before.  She could stop everything the minute it got
out of hand.

   "I'm not going to fuck you," she said.

   "Alright,"

   "And I'm not going to suck your dick," she said.

   "Alright."

   "If you really want to do this, if you really want me to watch you jerk
off, I will," she said.  "But it's going to cost you."

   "Deal," he said.  Tony could already feel his dick roaring back to life
and started to unbuckle his pants.

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Cassie said, stopping him dead in his tracks.  "Put
that away.  We're not done with this part yet."

   "Okay," he said.

   "What I say goes, okay?" Cassie said forcefully.  He could tell she
meant it.

   "Absolutely," he replied.  "You're the boss."

   "Good," Cassie said.  "I know we've said this already but I'm not
fucking around.  What happens in this room stays in this room.  You can't
tell your wife.  You can't tell your friends.  You can't tell your shrink.
No one.  No one fucking finds out about this.  Ever."

   "Alright, alright."

   "I fucking mean it," she said.  "And after tonight, it's never happening
again.  Don't contact me for this kind of thing.  It's a one-time-deal and
the minute I walk out of here, we're back to being family.  Got it?"

   "Got it," he said.

   "We're going to take it slow," she explained.  "The $600 you paid for
the lap dance?  That's gone."

   "Alright," he said.

   "That's my money," Cassie said.  "I've already earned it."

   "Cool."

   "That means I owe you $600 right now," she said matter-of-factly.  "If I
leave here without charging you anything else, that's how much money you'll
get back when I go home.  Think of it like an account balance."

   Tony was intrigued.  He wasn't quite sure where this going but he liked
it.

   "We're going to treat this strictly professionally," she explained.  "I
am going to stay dressed and sit on this couch.  You are going to sit on
that chair and we're going to talk.  Just talk.  When I tell you to -"and
only when I tell you to -"you can take your clothes off.  At that point,
you lose $100."

   "Okay," Tony nodded.

   "When I feel comfortable, I'll let you know or give you a signal and you
can ask me to do something," Cassie said.  "I'll tell you how much it will
cost you.  If you agree to the price, we do that.  If you don't, we wrap it
up."

   Tony understood.

   "The more we do, the more you owe." she said.  "When your balance is at
$0, we'll renegotiate."

   "Perfect," he said.

   "Do you agree to these terms good sir?" Cassie joked.

   "Why, yes, I do ma'am," Tony said, pretending to tip a non-existent hat
and reaching his hand out to shake hers.  "I look forward to doing business
with you."

   "As do I," Cassie said, shaking his hand.  "As do I."

   ====

   "Do you have anything to drink?" Cassie asked.

   "I do," Tony said.  "I've got a few bottles of Gatorade, some soda, some
water and a bottle of champagne if you're interested."

   "Champagne?" she asked.  "What does this look like to you?  New Years
Eve?  Am I supposed to wait for Ryan Seacrest to welcome me to Time
Square?"

   Tony laughed.  Admittedly, it was a pretty clichÃ(C) drink to buy for
this type of encounter.

   "I don't know, I guess I thought I hired a classy broad," he replied
back.

   "Nah honey," she said, shaking her head and heading over to the couch.
"I'll take the soda.  I'm not that fancy."

   Tony walked to the fridge, got a can for each of them and made his way
to the chair as instructed.

   So far, so good.

   "So how do we do this?" he asked.

   "Like I said," Cassie replied, holding the can in her hand but not
opening it.  "We talk.  When I'm ready to move forward, I'll let you know.
You're not stupid."

   Tony nodded.  He hoped whatever signal she gave him was clear.  He
didn't want to risk rushing her or ruining things.

   "So what do you want to talk about?" he asked.

   A moment passed.  Cassie thought about what she wanted to talk about. 
There was only one thing on her mind.

   "Did you finger Miranda?" Cassie asked.

   "What?"

   "You heard me," she said.  "I want to know.  Did you finger Miranda? 
I've been wanting to ask you that for years.  She said you did a long time
ago and I called bullshit.  No way you messed around with anyone back
then."

   "Ahh," he said.  "So we're playing truth or dare then?"

   "Don't be stupid," she replied.  "I'm merely asking you a question. 
We're talking right?  Let's talk."

   "Who's Miranda?" Tony wondered, vaguely remembering one of Cassie's
friends from high school who might have gone by that name.  "Was she that
girl you used to hang out with who wore the glasses and was a really shitty
driver?"

   "No," Cassie said.  "That was Stacey."

   "Ahh, okay," Tony said.  "No then, I didn't finger Miranda.  I did let
Stacey blow me though."

   "You did what????" Cassie said, taken aback.

   "Yeah, she hit your mom's mail box when she left your house that day you
guys had that fourth of July cookout," Tony recounted.  "I don't remember
when but I saw her do it and she offered to blow me to keep quiet.  She
wasn't very good but I wasn't gonna say no."

   "You're so gross," Cassie replied.

   "Oh please," Tony laughed, taking a sip of his drink.  "Like you didn't
let Cameron eat you out senior year."

   "That's different," she said.  "I did that because I was bored and I
wanted to see what it was like.  Besides, he wasn't bad." Cassie laughed
again and took her shoes off for the second time since entering this hotel.

   Was that a sign?  He couldn't tell.  He decided to press his luck just a
little.

   "I tell you what," Tony said.  "You let me eat you out and I guarantee
you won't be bored."

   "Oh," she replied.  "Big talker.  You kiss your wife with that mouth?"

   "Not as often as I'd like," he said.  "Or, more specifically, not where
I'd like that often."

   There it was.  Back to his sex life.  Cassie could tell it was a touchy
subject but it was the one that caused this whole situation to start in the
first place.

   "How often do you two mess around?" she asked.  "I mean, you've still
got to be doing it once or twice a week right?"

   "Ha," Tony replied.  "I wish.  More like once every month or two if I'm
lucky."

   "Yikes," she said.

   "Yeah," Tony said.  "Don't get married.  Not if you like sex."

   Cassie had heard that line before.  She never quite understood it.

   "That's bullshit," she said.  "If you wanted to fuck more, you could
just tell her."

   "That's not how marriage works," Tony replied.  "You get busy with work,
you get busy with cleaning your house, you get busy with all the bullshit
and before you know it, one week becomes two and two becomes three.  It's
no one's fault.  It just is what it is."

   "And you thought hiring a hooker would solve that?" Cassie said, looking
toward the ground as if she had accidentally demeaned herself without
meaning to.

   "An escort, thank you very much," Tony corrected her.  "And, yeah, I
did."

   Cassie stared at her soda can and used her index finger to lightly pull
the tab up and then back down.  She didn't open it.  She just played with
the tab, nervously.

   "I just wanted to get laid, consequence free," he said.  "I figured if I
got some pussy, it would relax me and I could just go about my regular
life. It was either that or jack it in the bathroom for the 300th time,
hoping no one heard me."

   Cassie understood.  A lot of her clients faced the same dilemma.  Still,
none of them had hired their cousin to erase their dry spell.  She and Tony
had been talking for a few minutes now.  Was she really willing to go
forward with this arrangement?  She was starting to think so.

   To be continued....
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