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It all started a couple of weeks ago when I met up with an old school friend for our weekly gossip session.

"Do you remember that Suzanne who used to be in our class?" she asked, putting our drinks on the table and making herself comfortable.

I nodded. I remembered her well. She was a pretty girl whose marks were always top of the class. I'd often wondered what she was up to these days.

"Well she's a prostitute now!" Wendy announced, obviously pleased to have been able to deliver such a juicy piece of gossip.

Visions of Suzanne standing down by the canal, dark circles under her eyes and needle marks in her arms sprung to mind. Surely not? She was always so together, so sensible.

"I bumped into her sister in town the other day," Wendy continued. "Evidently she earns more in one night than I earn in a week sitting behind that till."

Right. She was a high-class escort. A complete different ball game. Now I could visualise Suzanne wearing designer clothes and being flown around the world to meet high powered businessmen in need of some company. Yes, that was more like the Suzanne I remembered.

We spent the next ten minutes of so discussing Suzanne before the conversation moved on to Wendy's boyfriend's sister being pregnant with a married man and how one of the girls on her shift at work had been caught dipping into the till. If there's one thing that's certain, it's that Wendy likes a good gossip.

I didn't give much more thought to the conversation until the following Wednesday. I was reading the local newspaper during my lunch break and happened to notice the ads for escorts. I'd always enjoyed sex with strangers and had probably had more than my share of one night stands but sex for money - that was something entirely different. The thought excited me.

That night I decided to put an ad of my own in. Not in our local paper - I wouldn't want to risk having somebody I know call to arrange for my services - but a local paper not too far away.

"Tall, busty blonde who knows how to please a man available to escort you to business functions and similar. Phone after 6pm."

I had to wait almost a week before my ad appeared and that night I could hardly contain my excitement as I made my way home from work. As I put the key in the door, I could hear the phone ringing inside. A potential customer? Possibly. I missed the call and could have kicked myself but as it turned out, it didn't matter because there were plenty more calls that night.

I made arrangements to meet a well-spoken gentleman called Robert in the bar of a city hotel. It would mean a Ł20 cab fare to get out there but as I'd quoted him Ł500 for the night, I could hardly quibble at that.

I took a quick bath, smothered my skin in cocoa butter and dried my hair. I carefully applied polish to my toes and fingers, made up my face and arranged my hair so that it hung loose around my shoulders. I chose a white lace thong but decided to go without a bra as I'd enjoy the sensation of silk against my breasts. I slipped the dress on and quickly pushed my tanned feet into white high heeled sandals. I took one final check in the mirror before grabbing my handbag and heading downstairs to wait for the cab.

Several heads turned as I walked into the bar but as my 'date' had told me he'd be wearing a cream linen suit with a black t-shirt beneath it, I spotted him straight away. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. This was it. The point of no return. If I went through with this now, I'd officially be a prostitute.

"Hi," I said, smiling as I approached.

He got up from his chair, pulled out one opposite and made sure I was comfortable before beckoning a waiter.

"A glass of white wine for the lady," he said, "and another whiskey for me."

The waiter was soon back with the drinks and I had to admit that the wine helped calm my nerves. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this. I'd agreed to spend the night with a stranger in return for payment and, as such, I was pretty much at his mercy.

The next couple of hours passed quickly and I was finding myself enjoying his company. He was an intelligent man who'd successfully built up several businesses that he'd then sold at profit. He was in England to negotiate a deal with a major chemical company and in need of something to help him wind down. In other words, he was in need of sex! With me!

"Let's go up," he eventually said. "I've ordered a bottle of champagne that should be chilling nicely now."

The room was amazing and had a private balcony as big as my garden that looked out over the river.

"Why don't you take your dress off," Robert said, leaning back in his chair and smiling. "I can't wait to see what you look like underneath that silk. I've been watching it cling to your curves all evening."

This was it. I stood up and walked around the table, positioning myself in the soft golden light that was glowing from between the huge palms. Slowly I pushed one strap of my dress over my shoulder and let it fall, exposing most of one breast but not quite enough. The nipple wasn't on view but could be clearly seen jutting against the flimsy fabric.

As I let the other strap fall, the dress slid down over my breasts and hips, landing in a heap at my feet that I quickly stepped out of. Robert was trying to look unaffected but I could tell by the way his tongue darted out and dampened his lips that he was enjoying the show. The bulge in his trousers was quite a give away, too.

I walked over to him and fell to my knees. I caught his gaze and held it as I unzipped his trousers and released his bulging cock from its prison. I felt his thigh muscles tighten as I closed my mouth around him, working my tongue along the length of his thick shaft until I could slide it around the shiny head, sucking at the eye until he gripped my head and pushed me harder down onto him.

"Make me cum," he whimpered. "Eat my spunk."

He was desperate for me to bring him to a climax but I had other ideas; I wanted this to be an experience he'd remember!

I pulled away from him and took a long swig of my champagne. Without swallowing, I eased his cock back into my mouth and sloshed the bubbling booze around the head of his cock.

"God, that's good," he moaned. "Keep going. I'm gonna mix my cum with that champagne in a minute."

I felt his cock jerk and then, true to his word, he shot a hot load of sticky spunk into my mouth. I quickly drank most of it before pulling myself up and letting it dribble down over my tits for him to lick off.

"God, you're one horny bitch" he said, before taking one of my hard nipples into his mouth and sucking urgently. That was all I needed. My clit felt as though it was on fire as an orgasm shuddered through me, my pussy contracting with every suck on my nipple.

"Fuck me now," I panted as I pulled my thong down. My pussy was dripping and when I laid on the wooden decking and opened my legs I could feel my sweet pussy juice running from me.

"Let me eat you first," he said as his head disappeared between my thighs. As his tongue started to explore my gaping cunt I thought about Wendy and Suzanne and knew exactly which one of them had life sussed. I was getting paid to have some of the best sex ever!

When we finally felt asleep, sated and sweaty, we'd fucked several times and I'd lost count of my orgasms when I got to the tenth. I arranged to meet Robert whenever he's in town on business and decided that no-strings sex with a wad of notes at the end of it was something I could live with.

Who knows, if you reply to an escort's ad in your local paper you may just meet me. Once a month suits me just fine.

Contributed by: Lexi 30/08/2006

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