Desiree’s Point Of View
“The way you dress can get you more clients!” Joanna said, a friend of mine who works as an escort and she always addresses herself as a professional prost*tute. She chooses what I will wear tonight to meet the man who will have sex with me tonight, despite the fact that he is a complete stranger.
“Then what should I wear?” I ask her, groaning, because I'm scared. I'm going nowhere in a few hours. I keep questioning whether what I'm doing is a smart idea, but I'm desperate for cash, and this is the only option I have.
“This one a short halter type dress, this type of dress is backless and—” I cut her from saying that and I feel annoyed now, I grabbed her dress and ran to the bathroom to put it on. My heart feels like it's going to explode right now because I'm so nervous. Consider this: I'm giving myself to someone I don't know tonight, and I'm still a virgin. “Damn! This is the first and the last time I am doing this…” I whispered to myself while looking at my reflection in the mirror, I watched Joanna gape when she opened the door. "Wow, you look amazing... I believe you will be able to bring a large sum of money tonight.”
I sighed and turned to face her. "Do I have to feel glad for torturing myself like this?" I asked her the question while looking up at the ceiling to keep my tears from falling. I hate crying.
She just smiled at me and held my hand tightly, "I'm sure your client is relieved to see you. So give your best tonight.”
My friend simply ignored my question; she knows how I'm feeling right now because she has gone through it herself. "I'm sorry, Desiree, but I have to leave... Just remember why you are doing this and please take care of yourself." She kissed my cheek and left me alone in her apartment.
I had already left the flat a few minutes later. I was outside strolling when I heard a honk. "It's him," I'm scared because he's already here, and as I approached the tinted car, my pulse started racing. The man who opened the door for me is not my client, as far as I can tell.
"Good evening, Miss McCall," he continued, "Mister Roberts is expecting you."
I get into the car and don't say anything. My thoughts are spinning right now; who is this Mister Roberts? Is he ancient like the old man who contacts a girl and has sex with her in every movie? Oh, my god, I'm having trouble coping with my own imagination.
When I arrived at the mansion with no one else living but the lone Mister Roberts. The two enormous dogs welcome me as if they know I am nervous. That's why they are trying to calm me. I am petting them while the man who brought me here left already. I looked around and I felt the cold wind touching my bare back. I hug myself as I walk and observe the house.
"Welcome to my house." I heard a baritone voice behind me and I starled to face him.
“So you are Desiree McCall?” He approached me and asked me a question. I looked at his face and realized he wasn't as old as I had assumed in the car. He is the epitome of a sexy and attractive dude. Now that he is towering above me, I smell his wonderful smell. I step back and let my naked back brush the cold wall behind me.
“Yes, I am.” I responded. With his finger, he lifted my chin and looked me in the eyes. I'm terrified now that our gazes have met, and I'm staring into the beautiful golden brown eyes, but I can't run now, I am trapped. He's melting me from the inside out, and I'm not sure why.
“Undress yourself or do you want me to undress you?” He demands, but he also asks.
His palm is caressing my bareback now, my body is trembling while his body is so close to mine. “Are you nervous?”
“Do I have to be nervous, sir?”
"Why do I feel like you're afraid of me?" he asks gently as he begins to suck my neck. I feel his hot tongue and mouth licking and sucking my nape, but I quiver again, so he stops and asks me again, “I won't be able to continue if you don't want to."
Then I remember that I need money, I can see the burning desire in his eyes as he observes my face. “Please, go on…” I said, letting out a big sigh.
“Take off your dress, I want to watch you doing that in front of me,” he said.
“R-right here, sir?”
“Yes, honey…do you want to go in my bed?” He asked me and he seemed harmless while asking me, he is not the man who wants to force a girl. He is different.
He takes my small waist and carries me upstairs, opening one door before throwing me on his bed, licking his bottom lip while his eyes are fixed on my body. When he goes naked in front of me, I gasp and part my lips. It's the first time I've seen a man naked in front of me, and I'm not sure what to do. Before I went there, I watched porn and saw a woman sucking the man's large weapon, which I don't know how to do and it makes me uncomfortable.
My eyes travel on his big and thick weapon who is saluting me now, I gape and gulped.
“I-It l-look so b-big, do you think it can…fit in?” My heartbeat was racing as I stuttered while carefully undressing. He smirk at me and begins to crawl on the bed, he gently pulled my legs and his face is in front of my vag*na now, he takes off my lacy underwear and his eyes are staring at my sweet flower that feels so shy in front of him. I tried to fold my legs but he stopped me, “Please, spread it wider for me.”
And to my surprised, he is licking now my vag*na.
