LOGINTwo 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
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
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 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, i
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 sen
Paying for sex is a lot more complicated when you're family.Enjoy..*****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 kn
I was trying to think of a response, but words wouldn't form in my head, let alone come out of my mouth. It took a few minutes, but I could finally form a sentence. "I am so scared, Dad."My father laughed. I wasn't sure if he was laughing at me or just laughing at our situation. He moved over and
Now, I wanted to see if she was going to be honest. To my surprise, she didn't hold back. "This is going to be embarrassing for me. I would say I have daddy issues. Your father came along and took advantage of those issues. But it was clear from the beginning that he thought about you when he was w
Kerri has always wanted to please her father.Enjoy..******Hi, my name is Kerri, and this is a story of how my life changed. I come from a good family who provided a great upbringing in a well-to-do suburb of New York. My mother, Beth, was a stay-at-home mom, while my father, Sam, worked his way
We were all settled in as Chris hit play on the movie. While the movie played, Chris and Jim continued to pass the bottle of Southern Comfort back and forth to each other. On occasion, I would drink some. Unlike them, I wanted to be careful of my alcohol intake. I definitely couldn't drink like the







