An escort asks her best friend for help on a job.

by  Cybotic. listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

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 girl I met down there is sending me a regular supply

of Spotted Melaleuca tea. I never get sick anymore. No viruses. No

bacteria. I can’t even get food poisoning.”

“Why don’t they sell it here?”

“Australia won’t allow it to be exported. The US and Germany would rip out the forests to claim all of it for themselves.”

“Can I have some of the tea?”

“That depends,” Millie said. “It’s pretty expensive stuff. Do you know what OWO means? Or BBBJ?”

“No. Is that important?”

“How about CIM?”

“Again, I must say No.”

“One more. Do you know what FS means?”

“No clue,” Sophie said with a shrug.

“OK.

They’re all shortcut terms escorts use. OWO means Oral With Out.

Without a condom, that is. BBBJ, Bareback Blowjob, means the same thing.

CIM means Come In Mouth. And FS means Full Service. That refers to

regular penis-in-vagina sex. These are pretty standard offerings.

"I’m

a very popular escort because I offer even more. My clients can get

BBFS and CIP. That’s Bareback Full Service and Cum In Pussy. I don’t

require condoms if the guy is willing to pay my Bareback rates. These

guys coming tonight have already agreed to the rate. If you’re willing

to provide the service, I’ll share my Melaleuca stash.”

Sophie

didn’t have an answer. “I don’t know. I can’t promise anything. But if

you’ll let me have some of the tea, I promise to seriously consider

trying.” She didn’t even let her boyfriends fuck her without a condom.

Now Millie was asking her to let a total stranger do it. And even to let

him come inside her. She wasn’t sure she could do it, Melaleuca or not.

But

Mellie was satisfied with even the possibility. She handed Sophie an

envelope she’d pre-prepared, just in case they came to an agreement. It

contained the hotel room number and a keycard, a note as to the time of

the appointment, and a packet of the Melaleuca tea, with instructions.

Then she left to make her own preparations.

She returned at 1:30

to pick her up and drove them both to the hotel. After checking in,

Mellie bought them lunch in the restaurant’s little café, then they got

into their bikinis to enjoy the pool. Sophie noticed a couple of older

guys staring at her, paying a lot of attention to her tits.

Usually,

such a thing annoyed her. But she was here to have sex with a stranger.

By comparison, it didn’t seem to matter that these strangers were

lusting after her. So let them look. Let them drool. She even managed to

laugh when Mellie “accidentally” flashed them.

At seven p.m.,

they went up to their room. They took turns in the shower, then got

dressed. To boost her confidence for the upcoming ordeal, Sophie needed

to make herself feel sexy. So she had chosen a pair of Daisy Dukes and a

pink half-shirt. No bra. No panties. Mellie laughed to see her, wearing

the comfortable jeans and t-shirt she had suggested to Sophie.

At

seven-thirty, the clients texted Mellie to confirm their appointment.

She sent them the name of the hotel and the room number and told them to

be prompt.

At seven-fifty-four, the detectives on television were

wrapping up the murder of a call girl, a storyline that didn’t give

Sophie much confidence. She took a big gulp of the whiskey Mellie

offered her and savored the burn and buzz as the last few minutes

counted down.

At seven fifty-eight, there was a knock on the door.

Sophie stood and watched as Mellie let the two guys in. They were not

unattractive, but they were middle-aged and a little overweight. Neither

was someone she’d give more than a glance at if she’d seen them in a

bar.

The taller, blonde one seemed nervous and inexperienced.

Sophie suspected it was his first time engaging a prostitute. But the

shorter guy, with the slight smirk on his face, had an expression that

said this was nothing new for him. She wondered which one was hers.

“Come

in!” Mellie said to them. “As I told you in the text, Michelle couldn’t

come tonight. This is my friend Sabrina.” For tonight, Sophie was

Sabrina.

“Is she as friendly as you?” the shorter one asked.

“She’s very friendly,” Mellie said. “But how friendly do you want her to be?”

“Does she do bareback?”

Mellie

glanced over at her friend. Sophie forced herself to nod. It was a

tiny, brief gesture, barely there at all, but the message was

communicated.

“She does,” Mellie told the guys. “If you meet the price.”

“That’s no problem. A thousand dollars, right?”

“Yes.

But that’s a thousand per guy, per girl. If you each want to fuck a

girl, no condom, and come inside her, you each have to pay a thousand.

If at some point you want to switch girls, that’s another thousand

each.”

The short one nodded. “All right. I don’t think we’ll be switching. Just one on one. Bareback for both.”

“Fine,” Mellie told him. “Two thousand dollars, please.”

Sophie

watched as the men paid Mellie. There was more negotiating and more

money changing hands, but she had stopped listening. She’d forgotten to

ask if she was going to get any of that money. A thousand dollars would

be nice. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it, though. Fucking one of

these guys as a favor for a friend was one thing. If she took the money,

she’d be a prostitute herself. She wasn’t ready to make that choice

yet.

But she’d already agreed to the first part. And Mellie had

the money. Whether Sophie got any of it or not, it was time to honor her

promise. Mellie already had her shirt off and was shimmying out of her

jeans.

Other than a thong bikini she’d never had the guts to put

on, Sophie was wearing the skimpiest clothes she owned and no underwear.

It was supposed to make it easier to undress at this moment. But there

was still a significant difference between almost naked and naked.

It

was kind of a relief when the short one came up to her, grabbed the hem

of her shirt, and asked, “May I?” Sophie nodded and let him pull it up

and over her head, leaving her tits bare for this guy she didn’t even

know.

She didn’t want his hands on her again, so she took the

initiative and removed her Daisy Dukes herself. Now she and Mellie were

both naked. And in front of two fully-dressed men she’d only just met.

She’d had nightmares like this. But there was a strange excitement about

feeling their hot eyes on her.

The short one started moving

toward her, but she wasn’t quite ready for that. To stall him, she

pointed at his clothes. “Your turn,” she said. She was more than a

little intimidated at the idea of seeing him naked, but she was

surprised to find she was looking forward to it as well.

She

didn’t know their names, and she didn’t want to. But she needed some new

way to label them. It was inappropriate to keep calling this man “the

short one” as he was taller than Mellie or herself. Prostitutes called

their customers “johns,” she remembered. As she was about to commit her

very first act of prostitution, it would be fitting to refer to them as

John 1 and John 2.

And John 1 now had his clothes off. His dick

was stiff and pointing at Sophie with clear intention. But Mellie had

rules for these encounters. “Did you guys read the website?”

“Of course,” John 1 answered.

“Then you remember that you’re required to take a shower first. Hurry up so we can get down to business.”

The

guys went into the bathroom, leaving the door open, obviously

uncomfortable being naked with each other. They were in and out within

five minutes.

“Blowjobs first,” Mellie whispered in her ear as the

guys came out, toweling off vigorously. “You have given one before,

haven’t you?”

“Of course,” Sophie hissed back. “I taught you how to do it, remember?”

“Oh, right! The banana. Back in the dorms. That was a valuable lesson.”

But

the guys were ready now. Mellie took John 2 to one of the hotel beds.

Sophie followed her example and led John 1 to the other. He sat down and

scooted back expectantly, lying back with his legs spread and his hands

behind his head.

Sophie was almost amused. If some boyfriend had

waited so arrogantly to be serviced, she would have teased him to the

point of torture before finally refusing. But this guy had a right to

his expectations.

This was it. No more delays. But Sophie was

ready now. And she enjoyed giving blowjobs. She had turned it into an

art form. Back in college, she had insisted that Mellie learn how to

give head. But Sophie had picked up new skills and techniques since

then.

John 1 smelled like soap, which Sophie appreciated. She

liked Mellie’s shower rule. Starting at his feet, Sophie ran her hands

up his legs, slowly, tickling as she did so. But she stopped short of

his groin. She had special plans for that area.

Sophie didn’t give

blowjobs any more. She gave massages with her tongue. Where her fingers

had stopped stroking, she started to lick, tasting his upper thighs.

She let her cheek brush against his balls but otherwise ignored them.

Their time was coming.

Like a cat, she bathed him, licking his

thighs, his abdomen, almost to his navel, making a wide circle around

his jutting erection, careful to avoid contact. With her thumbs, she

rubbed the valley where his legs met his body, just a millimeter or two

from his balls.

He grunted lightly when her thumb lightly brushed

against the little ball hairs. It was a barely-there touch. It could

have almost been an accident. With her tongue circling his cock, coming

ever closer, there was almost no chance that such a thing would happen

accidentally. But it was possible.

And that held a great deal of the eroticism.

Sophie

knew that when a girl flashes her boyfriend, it’s exciting for them

both. But if a guy just happens to see the wind blow up the skirt of a

girl not wearing underwear or if he spies on a girl skinny-dipping in a

creek, that’s even more of a thrill. It’s the same for the girl who

decides not to put on panties on a very windy day or swims naked in a

stream when she knows there are guys nearby that might see her. Sexy

little accidents are much more erotic than anything deliberate, even if

the accidents themselves are deliberate.

Sophie brought her tongue

to the base of the cock and licked around it, never climbing higher up

the shaft than the roots of the curling hairs. She’d read a book once

that described blowjob techniques and she’d practiced them on an old

boyfriend. And right now, it was much easier to simply go through the

exercises than to think about the total stranger whose penis she was

tasting. And she absolutely did not want to remember that this

performance had been paid for.

“My mother would be so ashamed,”

Sophie thought to herself as she massaged the john’s balls with her

tongue. She liked the tight, wrinkly skin and the taste of male sweat.

It wasn’t a pleasant flavor, but it was an exciting one. Sophie could

feel her pussy watering just from the mental stimulation of pleasing

this dick.

A quick glance to the other bed showed her that Mellie

was already bobbing up and down on John 2. It wasn’t a race, but Sophie

was a big believer in fair play. What one john got, the other should

get. It was time to stop teasing.

She ran her tongue up the

underside of John 1’s cock, from his balls to the crown to the very tip.

Because it excited her, she did it again a second time. She almost

giggled when the john shivered with delight under her efforts.

As

she reached the tip of him again, she opened her lips and took him in.

He was thick and hot in her mouth. Sophie pushed her head forward,

letting him slide deeper until he was almost triggering her gag reflex.

As much as she enjoyed giving head, deep-throating was beyond her

capabilities. But just filling her mouth with him was just thrilling.

It

had been months, almost a year, since Sophie had last tasted a cock.

She’d missed it. Her last boyfriend had left after she’d caught him

cheating and she’d been unwilling to get this close to any guy since.

Perhaps

there were benefits to Mellie’s lifestyle. A cock in her mouth every

single day, for one. Sophie could definitely go for an arrangement like

that. And she would have no reason for jealousy. She’d be the reason for

other women to get jealous. The whore is not even the other woman in

such an encounter. She’s just a vendor, selling a service to the guy who

wants more than the wife and the mistress.

Sophie bobbed on him,

swiping her tongue back and forth as she slid her lips up and down his

shaft. He was breathing heavily and moaning as she worked his dick with

her mouth. She could almost taste his cum and wanted it on her tongue.

But John 1 was grabbing her head and pushing her off and away. “No,” he said. “I need to fuck your cunt.”

It

was the worst of the bad words. But Sophie welcomed it. She was not a

woman today. She was a cunt. A professional cunt. A cunt for hire.

But

she was also a pair of professional tits. Sophie moved up the john’s

body and let his cock nestle between her tits. She lowered her head and

kissed his belly, moving from side to side, massaging the dick with her

breasts.

The john was getting impatient, she sensed. Sophie sighed

with some regret, enjoying the penis on her tits. But she had a job to

do, even if she wasn’t getting paid for it. She crawled up the bed and

flopped down on her back next to John 1. “Fuck me,” she said.

“No condom?” he asked, making sure he was clear on the agreement.

“No condom,” Sophie confirmed. “Put it in bareback. Come right inside me.”

John

1 climbed on top of her. Sophie opened her legs in welcome, lifting her

knees to give him a cradle. She reached down between her legs and took

hold of his cock, still wet from her mouth, and positioned it at her

entrance.

He lowered himself onto her, sliding inside. Sophie

couldn’t help the little grunt that came out of her at the shock of

being invaded. But it was a delightful sensation, one that she’d denied

herself for too long.

Maybe Mellie had the right idea after all.

Women want sex as much as men. To get fucked every night and get paid

for it would be just heaven. Mellie had had over a thousand cocks inside

her. That was amazing. That was suddenly Sophie’s new fantasy. She

wanted that for herself.

She looked up into the face of the

stranger above her. There was a freedom in not knowing his name or

anything about him. She didn’t have to pretend to orgasm, even though

that cock pounding her might do the job anyway. She didn’t have to like

him or visit his family or cook him dinner. All she had to was spread

her legs and let him fuck her. That was easy and fun.

And the

freedom went both ways. He was paying for this service. He didn’t have

to be embarrassed about asking for things. While most guys would never

in a million years admit to a female they’re interested in that they’ve

been with a prostitute, John 1 and all the other johns could speak

freely in front of the prostitute herself. That meant he could be honest

about all the other fantasies he’d been having as well.

Sophie

studied his face as he drove himself in and out of her. It felt

wonderful. Maybe too wonderful. She was getting close to climax. Was a

whore supposed to orgasm? The guys probably liked it to happen, or at

least to believe that it happened. But Sophie felt kind of shy about it.

It

was already surreal that she and Mellie were getting fucked side by

side in the same hotel room. And it was even weirder that two total

strangers were doing the deed. It was unbelievable that Sophie was on

her first ever job as a working prostitute. She was coming to terms with

all of that. But maybe it was unprofessional to come with a john.

If

she did come, which was starting to seem more and more inevitable, she

didn’t care if John 1 knew. He deserved to know. It would probably boost

his ego and make this experience an even better bang for his bucks. It

was a little weirder to think about John 2 being aware of it. He wasn’t

the one fucking her. It would be like somebody walking in o