Emergency Callgirl - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories An escort asks her best friend for help on a job. Erotic Appointment: Sophie stared at her friend in shock. “You can’t be serious!” Millie was red-faced, but desperate. “Please? There’s nobody else I can ask. I need your help.” “How long have you been doing this?” “Almost two years.” “Two years?” Sophie exclaimed. “And you kept it from me? We’ve been best friends for twenty years, ever since kindergarten. How could you not tell me?” “Look, it started when I took that trip to Australia to see my grandmother just before she died. I had exhausted my savings just getting down there. I had no money for the return trip or to cover my rent or car payment when I did get back.” “Okay,” Sophie said. “You could have called me. I would have found a way to help.” “I almost did. But then I was sitting in a bar in Sydney, drinking my last twenty dollars. A creepy, older man tried to pick me up. I said No. I turned him down flat. Then he offered me money. And I said Yes. I have been saying Yes ever since. I built a website and advertised on various escort sites. I got a new phone for my new job. And I was too embarrassed to tell you any of that.” Sophie realized that she had no right to judge Mellie. She had herself once been living with a boyfriend she’d come to despise. But she’d delayed ending the relationship because he was paying the rent and she couldn’t afford a place of her own. She’d had sex with a guy for financial reasons. Morally, she’d made the same choice as her friend. It would be hypocritical to refuse her friend this favor. “All right,” she said, reluctantly agreeing. “I’ll do it. Just don’t expect me to make a habit of this. When and where does this happen?” “Tonight. I’ve booked a room at the Brighton Hotel,” Mellie said, relieved that she wouldn’t have to cancel. “What do I wear to something like this?” Sophie asked, picturing a Victoria’s Secret runway model. “Something comfortable but attractive. Jeans and a T-shirt. Or a dress if you’d like. It doesn’t have to be sexy, so long as we don’t look like slobs.” “Lingerie?” “Not necessary. See, we don’t have to seduce these guys. No effort required. The moment they went on my website and clicked the ‘Book Appointment’ link, the seduction was accomplished. I don’t usually bother with underwear at all. Less to take off and put on again. But bring a swimsuit. We can use the hotel pool before the appointment.“ “And after?” Sophie said, thinking how dirty she would probably feel afterward. “Well, you can get back in the pool afterward,” Mellie agreed. “I won’t have time. I have more than one date scheduled tonight.” “How many?” “Four more. Five, altogether. If nobody cancels, it will be a busy night.” “Five? Really? You’re going to let five different guys fuck you? In one night?” “That’s the job,” Mellie said with a light laugh. “I’ve been fucked by more than a thousand men in the two years I’ve been at this.” “You count them?” “I do, yes. At first, I kept a journal, detailing each encounter. But it got to be too tedious. The experiences are exciting and fun but writing about them gets repetitive. Eventually, I was just making quick notes of the date, the location, and a description of the guy with whatever name he gives me. And since I always verify appointments by phone, I also have each guy’s number. And I put it all in a database file. It helps a lot when I get repeat clients and regulars. I can look at my records and know a guy’s likes and preferences. And, as a bonus, I know for a fact that I’ve been with over a thousand different men.” “Wow,” Sophie whispered. “Aren’t you afraid of getting pregnant? Or a disease?” “I’m on birth control. And there is this special tree that grows in Australia. The Spotted Melaleuca. It produces an oil that enhances the human immune system. Almost 100% of infections are prevented. And the very few that aren’t stopped completely are too weak and damaged to cause any harm. A gir