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Call Girl - Chapter 2
The hotel lobby was dark and she stopped for a moment to allow her eyes
to adjust. To her right there were a few people sat on sofas, idly
reading their phones or the magazines that were scattered across low
coffee tables. She looked to her left where she saw the bar, quiet at
this time of day, and seated way a little apart from the other tables
in a secluded corner was a middle-aged man, dressed in a suit, with a
bunch of flowers on the table in front of him. She sketched a small
wave with the fingers of her right hand and walked over, trying not to
betray the nerves that were making her feel a little like someone else
was in control of her body. The man stood and made a gesture of
welcome while he looked her up and down, taking in the heels, her
slender legs, curves and sleek bob.
"Rebecca? Hi, I'm Steve." He leaned in to give her a peck on each
cheek which she accepted awkwardly. She was a little taller than him
and not used to being kissed.
"Hi Steve, yes I'm Rebecca," she replied. They both sat, her with her
back to the room. She looked nervously around.
"It's ok, no-ones looking," he said. "And if they were, they're seeing
what they expect to see, an attractive woman meeting a man in a hotel
bar. They'll think we're on a date. These are for you by the way."
He slid the flowers over to her. "You look great," he continued, "I
see a lot of girls whose photos have been heavily photoshopped or were
taken in another decade. Not even a recent decade. But you look good,
you have a lot of potential, there will be a good market for you."
"Thank you," said Rebecca, struggling to take it in. "There's be a
good market for me? I have a lot of potential?"
"Yes, you worry about being in your mid 30's, which you don't look by
the way, but actually that's a great age. Girls like you are popular
with a lot of younger guys who are experimenting and will want a
'MILF', sorry but that's the term for another older than 30." He smiled
"Remember that a young man always dreams of an older woman! And the
older guys, where the real money is, they want a trophy wife but not
one that's embarrassingly young."
"I'm not looking to get married!" she said quickly. "I'm only looking
to pay the bills while I get myself back on my feet, under this I'm a
normal, straight guy who just needs to make some money."
"Sure, sure," he said soothingly, "I understand. When I said you had
potential, well, some girls find that making a few changes can help
them to earn more money, not a full sex change but some hormones for a
while can make a big difference."
"So how does this work?" she said, keen to change the subject. "What
do we do next?"
"We need to create a website, I have someone who can do that and
actually your pictures are very good, we don't need to take any more.
People, men, will phone and book time with you. We're very clear that
they're only paying for that. Anything else that happens is just
between two consenting adults, people deciding that they want to be
intimate. That's the legal cover and what makes this escorting and not
prostitution. They will pay via card, which I'll handle, take my
percentage, 20%, and transfer the rest to you as a payment for 'Leisure
Services Consultancy'. Then it's up to you and the taxman what you do.
I can recommend an accountant if you like. Will you be entertaining
gentleman at your house or flat? Or just be doing outcalls."
"I don't know. Just outcalls?" she said. "I'm a private person and I
don't want strangers in my flat."
"Well it will restrict your earnings but that's ok," he said. "You
might find that you build a relationship with your regulars and feel
happy having them in your home but that's one to decide later. Some
girls go 'on tour' and spend a month or two travelling around the
country, staying in different cities and entertaining clients there.
Once you have a reputation in your home city there will be people eager
to meet you there."
"Reputation?"
"There are websites and chatrooms where escorts are reviewed and rated.
It's not just about looks or the sex, cleanliness and friendliness are
also important. You'll be a surrogate girlfriend to many of these men.
They'll tell you about their lives and expect you to listen and
sympathise. It's a big part of the job. You'll need to work on your
womanly comforting skills. Those killer legs and that pout won't do
all the work for you. Anyway, are you still interested?"
She thought about it for a moment, it all seemed so much more serious
that she'd expected. The idea of having clients, regular ones who
wanted her to be girlfriend, mother and sex thing, developing a
reputation, being talked about on the internet, were all scary. But
'Rebecca' wasn't Dan, he could leave her behind him like a second skin,
walk past Steve in the street and Steve wouldn't look twice at him. So
did all that matter? He could disappear whenever he wanted.
"I'm interested," she said.
"Great." He stood abruptly. "Let's go to my room and sign some
paperwork. I will need your real name and address but I will keep it
100% confidential. You'll have mine too of course. Don't forget your
flowers."
She stood, taking a second to catch her balance in her heels. As they
walked to the lift he slipped his arm around her waist. "It now looks
like we're having an affair, glamorous woman slipping up to a hotel
room in the middle of the afternoon carrying flowers, so we might as
well play up to it. If fact you will need to get used to being stared
at in hotel lobbies. If you're visiting a client, entering and leaving
a hotel room within a couple of hours, looking like you're going to be
looking, people are going to guess what's happening and know you're a
call girl. Don't get me wrong, you look good but you'll need to be a
bit more obvious, guys will be paying you to be their fantasy
girlfriend so they want you to be at least a little slutty. Is that
ok?"
She glanced over the reception desk, the two women were looking at her
from the corners of their eyes, whispering to each other and smirking.
She blushed and looked away.
"It will have to be ok," she said.
The lift came quickly and they stepped inside. Rebecca looked at
herself in the mirrored wall. She saw a well-dressed woman,
overdressed to be honest, black dress showing off a good figure, opaque
tights enclosing long legs, a little more makeup than most women wore
and bobbed hair that was chic but more at home on the big screen than
the high street. She already looked more like someone's idea of what a
woman should be rather than the comfortably dressed and minimally made
up women she saw on the street. She saw the flowers that the woman was
holding and the man's arm around her waist. She looked like a
possession to be won or bought by a man. And she was about to take a
further step down this road. She felt sick to the stomach but also,
unexpectedly a surge of excitement that left her weak at the knees.
She knew that her fantasies of being a woman were just that, fantasies
- life as a woman would be as mundane as life as man - but right now
she felt more like the fantasy version of a woman than she ever had.
The lift arrived at their floor and they stepped out, Steve leading her
to a room which he quickly opened with an electronic key. He gestured
her inside and followed her in. He walked over to a table where he had
papers laid out. He took a pen from his pocket and paused.
"There is one more thing Rebecca. I'm about to spend money on a
website for you and on getting the financial end of things set up. You
say that you're not an experienced girl and so before I commit to
spending this money I need to know you're serious. You look good, I
can find you clients but can you give them what they want?"
"I'm serious Steve, I'm here, I..."
"I need you to prove it Rebecca," he interrupted. "I want you to
imagine that I'm a client. I want you to seduce me." He stood there
waiting.
Rebecca's head spun. She'd half expected something like this. The
fact that Steve was a serious and genuine businessman was a relief - he
could have been a fantasist or fake - she'd spoken to enough guys
online to know this was a possibility. They all wanted something from
her and now Steve, for all his professionalism and friendliness wanted
the same. But was it an unreasonable request? She had to put her
money where her mouth was. An unfortunate choice of words but it
focussed Rebecca's mind. She needed to be the fantasy woman she liked
to portray for real.
"Ok Steve" she said. "Sit down on the bed." She followed him across
the room as he stepped back, keeping her eyes on his and swaying her
hips as best she could. He sat down and smiled. "Good girl" he said.
She knelt at his feet, feeling her corset bite into her ribs, her skirt
riding up a little on her smooth thighs and feeling thick weave of the
carpet through the nylon on her knees and cool against the tops of her
feet. She reached forwards to undo his belt and pull his trousers and
underwear down a little to expose his stiffening cock, making sure her
eyes never left his. Part of her wanted to run. She wasn't gay or bi,
she didn't want touch another man's cock, even less to do anything else
with it. But part of her knew what she had to do if she wanted to pay
the rent. And she'd seen enough films to know what to do next.
"I hope you have a condom" she said licking her lips. He smiled and
pulled one from the breast pocket of his suit. She tore open silver
foil package and slipped it out, slick and fiddly in her fingers. She
slipped it over his cock, a little awkwardly, and rolled it down. She
took a deep breath and then opening her lips took him into her mouth.
She was surprised how easy it was, the condom tasted of, well not much,
and Steve smelled ok, she guessed he'd showered to make this first
experience as pleasant as possible for her. She started to move her
head backwards and forwards, feeling his cock rubbing against the
inside of her mouth, cradling it with her tongue. His hips started to
move and she matched his rhythm, hands on his thighs and breast forms
brushing against his knees, her hair sweeping across her cheeks and
earrings bumping against her neck. She was caught up in the moment,
almost, but not quite, forgetting where she was or what she was, a man
pretending to be a woman, in the hotel room of a stranger who'd given
her flowers, giving him a blowjob. Steve's hips bucked and the condom
changed shape, then end filling suddenly with a warm thick substance.
She eased back from him, looking up at his reddened face, his eyes
closed and mouth open. After a moment he smiled, opened his eyes and
looked at her.
"Oh Rebecca, that was good, especially for a first time. We are going
to make some money."
He stood and walked past her to the bathroom, holding his trousers up
with one hand and cradling his cock with the other. He shut the door
and she could hear the taps running and him cleaning himself up. She
continued to kneel in a daze. She felt she'd crossed a line between a
fantasy and a reality. She'd never quite be the same person. She felt
disgust at herself, letting another man use her like this, kneeling at
his feet in such a submissive way. She also felt powerful. She'd been
in control giving him something than men really wanted. That part of
what she felt was a good feeling. She stood slowly. It was done now,
part of her and she would have to accept both feelings.
He came out of the bathroom walked, straight over to the table, signing
with a flourish before handing her the pen. She filled in the details
and signed. He smiled and put out his hand for her to shake. She
offered it to him, he took it at an angle, shaking it gently. This
wasn't the man to man shake, where firmness was vital, this was a man
taking a woman's hand.
"Congratulations Rebecca, the website should be up in a couple of days,
I'll let you know when. We should have some clients for you soon after
that." He patted her on the ass. "Good girl, glad to have you as a
partner." He put the papers in a briefcase. "You should clean
yourself up, your lipstick is a little smudged and you can see that
you've been kneeling, your knees are a little red. Fix your makeup and
wait 10 minutes before you go. You can leave the room as it is. I
need to get off."
She took her bag and went into the bathroom, touched up her lipstick
and applied a bit more powder. She gave her hair a quick brush and
arranged the fringe how she liked it. She came out of the bathroom to
find the room empty. There was a note on the bed and ?50 in cash. "I
thought your first blowjob should earn you your first money. Buy
yourself something nice to wear. I'll be in touch. Your partner
Steve." She put the money in her bag. Partner. She should be honest
with herself. For all his polish he was her pimp. And she was now
one of his call girls.
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