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Vanessa

I was born a business woman. A woman with stature and grace, yet a wolf when it comes to running a business and making it grow. My father raised me without knowing he did. I watched him from afar. He didn’t want me to run the family business. He wanted me to marry well to be able to merge with another company. He saw me as an asset to build a business. I saw him for who he was - a man using a woman for financial gain.

My mother wasn’t phased by it at all. She enjoyed the lavish life and she didn’t give a fuck what my father did. She had her guy on the side as did my father, who would meet up with his significant other, outside the home.

They catered to my brother as he would run the family business and I would only inherit a few properties, however, I would not have the deciding opinion when it came to the full family business. So I decided to build my own, doing what I love to do best.

After my husband of 7 yrs died and left me alone with our adopted son, Samuel, I decided I would live my life away from the spotlight of what my father and brother owned. I was married and became a widow at the young age of 28.

After being around the limelight of my father, who was always entertaining the wealthy, I understood what most of them wanted. Some wanted companionship and others wanted friends with benefits. I understood the game and I learned how to play it well. Therefore I decided to immerse myself into learning about hospitality and escort services.

I learned so well that I now own one of the most extravagant escort services in Chicago. It’s called Elegant Escorts/Distinct Women. Elegant Escorts are women who have been educated on how to be the companion for the high profile individual who needs to attend an important event or if they are in town for business and they need a companion for the duration of their trip. Sex is not included as they are strictly escorts who offer professional companionship.

The women are educated in various languages depending on the client’s needs. They are fully diverse in law, medicine and other topics as needed. They are able to hold a very intellectual conversation with Heads of State if need be. I pride myself on making sure the women are educated in various fields and languages and they are compensated well.

Now there are times in which certain individuals would like a bit more from their companions. Distinct Women are women who are companions and sexual partners, depending on the taste and lifestyle of the individual. They are still held to the same standards of the Elegant Escorts, the only thing different is that sex may be involved.

I’ve been doing this since my husband passed away 22 years ago. I’ve been making a name for myself the best way I know how.

Now, I am in need of a few more ladies as a few of them have gone on to do better things. Some ladies come to make their money and disappear and I’m fine with that. They can always come back if they need. Others stay around and make their money and invest it so when they leave, they don’t have to return. They have learned to make what they have work for them. These girls grow into women with businesses and hold themselves to a higher standard than most. They know how to maneuver the Men’s game and I’ve taught them to play it well.

As I said before, I need to replace a few girls in the hopes to grow new ladies. And maybe even find a woman that may interest my son, Samuel. He is what keeps me going daily. Even though he’s 25 years of age, I still worry about him finding the right one.

Samuel is unique. We all have our little quirks about us. It is what makes us - us. Those who truly love us, understand and learn to adapt. I am trying to find someone who is capable of doing that with Samuel.

“Mr. Peabody, I need to find at least 2 additional girls and no more than 5. Is that understood?”

“Yes Ma’am.” he answered. Peabody has been with me for a long time.

“How are the others doing?”

“They are doing well Ma’am. Everyone is booked for the weekend.”

“Good to hear. We shall finally have some time.”

“Yes we shall.”

When the weekends are booked, it finally leaves time for me to relax and not worry about the girls. Mr. Peabody is the equivalent of my right arm. He runs the company along with me as my assistant. If anything should ever happen, he knows exactly how to keep this place running until my return.

As I got myself together to head into the office, an old flame decided to give a call.

“Hello Vanessa. It’s been too long.”

“It has Governor, how are you?”

“I’m doing well, thank you. Vanessa, I’m calling you because I have my grandson coming into Chicago and he would need your services. He will be there for a charity event for his fraternity.”

“Understood Governor. I will be happy to help. Your grandson, you say? Is this Richard?”

“Yes, it is. He has grown to be such a young man now. He’s 23 yrs old now.”

“Oh I’m sure you had a hand in that.” he giggled at the flattery. I deal with political figures who want to find just the right person to share an evening with, without all of the stories that go along with it.

They have a reputation to uphold. I simply help them with companionship. As long as the guys don’t get out of hand, everything will go well.

“Yes, I can say so myself. I trust you will handle everything accordingly?”

“Of course, you can most definitely trust me with that. How many will be joining us?”

“It will be 7 young men, all the same age, who will be attending the charity event.”

“Great. We shall send a car with their companion to pick them up. I’ll have Mr. Peabody reach out to you to get the contracts signed and to go over all the details.”

“Fabulous. I knew I could always count on you Vanessa,” he said, sounding proud and assured.

“Always Governor. It was a pleasure hearing from you.”

“Thank you Vanessa. It was good speaking with you.”

The Governor disconnected and I looked at Mr. Peabody.

“You already know what to do, correct?”

“Yes, I’ll go over 8 just to have a back up.”

“Make it 9, just in case.”

As I said before, I pride myself in my business. Therefore I have women of almost every ethnicity and age. My clientele varies in age range from the age of 21 and up. I match them according to preferences, age, ethnicity and according to the interest of the client - they are knowledgeable on certain topics and various subjects. I hold a standard because I would like to present the best of the best in order to get compensated greatly, which I do.

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Poppie

After Shayla and I got our ass beat by Tanya and Stephanie, I was not looking forward to get it beat the entire night. The crowd had wound down and a few people left, which meant the level of the party was about to go up. It was all about the stay and play part of the party.

Austin stuck around and was eyeing me the entire time I was getting my ass beat in Spades. I had had enough and I was ready to have a nice, interactive conversation with Austin. He was looking all kinds of handsome standing next to the speaker near the wall.

He wore a nice, black track suit that fit him well against his butter pecan skin. I loved the way he smiled and licked his lips when he talked. After Shayla finally gave up the game, I sauntered over to Austin to get things started.

“Hey wassup,” I said as I approached him close to his ear so he could hear me speak over the music.

“Hey, you done with the game?” he asked, hoping I’d say yes.

“Yup, done.”

“C’mon,” he said as he took my hand and led me up the stairs away from prying eyes.

As we stepped closer to the higher level, the sound of the music began to soften. He looked around for a room to choose to which I took his hand and led him into the spare room I had used before. I knew there was a lock on the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed.

Once we entered, I locked the door behind us and turned on some twinkle lights I had installed the last time I was here. I had to crash here one night and I didn’t want the light on as it was bright as fuck because she had a lamp with no shade sitting on the night stand. So Shayla had some twinkle lights she swiped from her Aunt’s house and put them in the room for me.

“So now that you have me. What will you do to me?”

“Do to you? Or do for you?” He answered.

Interesting answer.

“Hmmm,” I thought, not what I expected. “What will you do for me then?”

“Have you ever heard of a silent scream?”

“A silent scream?” It piqued my interest.

“Yes.”

“No, I haven’t. What is it?”

He stepped closer to me. I could smell his cologne. I could smell his scent. It makes my tulips quiver. He leaned in next to my ear.

I could feel his breath against my ear.

“You wanna find out?” he whispered softly and seductively. Curiosity traveled throughout my body so fast, I had the answer on my lips as I looked at him to respond.

He was so close, his lips were so full and wanting.

“Yes,” I said looking at his bottom lip, wanting to suck it between my lips. He smiled as I looked up; his green eyes sucked me in as I stared deeply into them.

He moved his hand around to the small of my back and pulled me close as he cupped the back of my head. He slowly hovered over my lips, slowly licking them one at a time. We gazed at each other as he placed his lips over mine. His lips were soft and juicy.

He kissed me deeply, as I offered his tongue a dance with mine. His hand quickly found my ass and he grabbed a handful. My juices started to stir and boil while I was getting ready to have some fun with Mr. Austin.

He slowed his kissing to small pecks as he went down my neck and began to nibble. I unzipped his jacket and ran my fingers across his bare chest. I felt the heat inside his jacket; it brought the scent of him across my nose.

He had made his way down to my breast where he kissed them while I managed to help myself to sizing up his member. I pulled his pants down a bit and pulled out his soldier.

“Damn girl, you did that shit fast as fuck.”

“Well I want you to be nice and ready so we both can enjoy this.” I said as I began slowly stroking his shaft.

“Mmmmmhhhhmm,” he said, as he leaned his head back down to my chest. He reached around and untied my halter top, setting the twins were free.

He flipped my halter up and took hold of them. He rolled my nipples between his fingers as they hardened with pleasure. I creamed a little as he watched me squirm while he pinched a little harder which made me stroke a little faster.

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned as he took one into his mouth, sucking it profusely. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue circle my nipple, then nibble it between his teeth. A spark hit my clit. He slid his hand down my underwear and between my tulips.

He moved his fingers in a circle motion around my clit that made my mouth suddenly open; he filled my mouth with his tongue and kissed me hard.

I wanted this motherfucker bad and I wanted him now. I opened my legs and he slipped a finger in my cavern and I could hear the gush of nectar fill his hand as he moved it in and out.

“Uuuuhhhh......uuuuhhhh,.....mmmmmhhhh...” I moaned as the more he finger fucked me the more sloppy it became.

“Damn baby, you’re so wet.”

“Yeah, you got me dripping.” He removed his fingers and licked them.

“Mmmm, sweet too.” I smiled as this motherfucker was freaky as shit.

He quickly turned me around, raised up my skirt and pulled my panties to my ankles. He bent me over the bed and spread my legs. He grabbed my ass and took a long lick from my clit to my vajayjay.

“Oooooo, shit baby.”

“Shhhhh. Silence,” he mumbled. I don’t know if a Bitch could keep quiet with what his tongue was doing to my insides.

“Uuuuuuhhh...Uuuuuhhh,” I softly moaned. He continued licking me deeply inside as I could feel his tongue wiggle between my fleshy folds. His lips would suck away the wetness just after his tasting.

“Damn girl, your pussy is so sweet,” he said as he stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back against him. He quickly slid on a a condom from his pocket and positioned himself for entry.

I felt the head of his cock, slide between my velvet walls as he fit snugly inside my cavern. He was bigger than I had expected as his length was way underestimated. He filled me completely.

“Oooo shit baby, you’re shit is big,” I said bracing myself as he slowly stroked in and out of my love nest.

“You think you can handle it?” he said, stopping.

“I can handle anything you got baby,” I said with confidence while gripping the bed sheets in front of me.

“Okay baby, let me teach you about the silent scream,” he said, grabbing my wrists and pulling it back.

He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me up as he covered my mouth and rammed himself deep inside my garden.

“Hmmmpphhff,” I couldn’t speak. He rammed me so hard, no sound came out, just air. It felt so fucking good. I screamed in silence and clinched my satin walls around his shaft each time he entered; I let out nothing. it felt so good each time he went deep inside me, it made me want to scream.

I laid back against him with my arms dangling across his shoulders, holding onto his neck with my back arched as he fucked me from behind, increasing his speed about every third fuck. He grunted as he held onto my shoulders, pounding and thrusting forcefully in and out my wet pussy.

I could hear my juices sloshing around each time he entered and exited. Every time he entered, he would touch my spot. He hit it so hard and went so deep, a pain would ache deep inside me which sent a chill down my spine. My nipples instantly hardened to the point they ached.

He pounded me from the back, holding on to my ass from the back along with my skirt to keep the leverage. My eyes rolled back as my mouth stayed agape as he fucked me deep and hard as he bent his knees to slide in and out from damn near underneath.

He quickly pulled out from deep inside me and turned me around as I stood in a daze, my nectar dripping down my legs.

“Lay down and spread ’em,” he said whispering to me. I followed my orders and laid on my back and spread my legs as wide as I could.

“Let me feel you,” I said, beckoning him to enter while I played with myself. He stood before me stroking himself as I held on to my toes, holding my legs open waiting for him to land on my landing strip.

He dragged his head between my lips and across my clit. I threw my head back as he was driving me crazy. My pussy started pulsing, anticipating his entry. He slid it over and over, back and forth as my juice oozed out my honey pot.

He leaned down and kissed me hard as he rammed himself deep inside me. I wanted to scream. It felt so good as he covered his mouth with mine, demanding me not to make a sound. He held my thighs open as he watched himself slide easily in and out my pussy. Each time he exited, his shaft would be covered with my clear nectar.

I watched it my cream cover his shaft. I was getting ready to cum hard. He noticed the change too and started pounding his dick deep inside me. His balls slapped against my asshole the faster he fucked.

“Uuuhhh...Uuuuu.. Uuuhhhh.,” he huffed as he gyrated his hips, pushing his member deeper inside my cavern.

“Fuuuuuuuuuu.....,” I moaned and he covered my mouth. I was cumming and cumming hard. I wiggled beneath him as my white, thick cum covered his entire shaft. I started shaking with him still fucking me harder as he was about to shoot his load.

“Uuuuuuugggggg....,” he moaned as I covered his mouth. He closed his eyes as I felt his dick pulsating inside me releasing his warm jism.

He collapsed on top of me just as someone knocked at the door. They tried the doorknob but the door was locked so they took the hint and went elsewhere.

Austin released himself from me and rolled on the bed next to me. I sat up and grabbed a towel from the chair. I wiped myself clean and handed it to Austin. He cleaned himself up as I found my panties and tied up my halter.

“Poppie,” he said, looking at me.

“Yes?” I said walking over and standing in front of him.

“Girl, you know you something else.”

“Yes, I know.” I smiled. He leaned down and kissed me softly and sweetly. He caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead.

“You’re dangerous.” He huffed looking at me while shaking his head.

“I know that too.”

“You staying here all night?”

“Depends, are you?” I asked in return. He smiled and kissed me again.

“No, I didn’t plan on it. You wanna go with me, over to my hotel?”

“I don’t mind, but there is a matter of payment first.” I didn’t forget. I may have had a good time, but a Bitch still got bills to pay.

“I ain’t forgot. I got you. But I want you for the rest of the night,” he said, making me blush.

“Well, make it worth my time.” I said. I know my worth. I know my shit is good and this was just a taste. I could make a motherfucker get stuck if I wanted. He just don’t know who he’s fucking with.

“Cool,” he said and grabbed his phone. “What’s your cash app?”

“PoppieLuv123,”

Shortly after I received a cash app notification.

This motherfucker sent me $1000.00! I looked at him, shocked as fuck.

“I take it, that I have you for the rest of the night,” he said, sounding satisfied.

“Yes, you do.”

Yes motherfucker, you got me for the rest of the motherfucking night, I thought. Shit, he paid for the wake up morning sex too!