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“Yeah, probably not.”
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try.”
“No it doesn’t,” I said.
“For the regular fee, of course,” Karla said.
“Of course,” I said.
“Are you sure that won’t bother you?” she asked. “You don’t think it’ll be weird to pay me next time we get together after what happened here tonight?”
“Of course not,” I said. “The way I see it, what happened here tonight was only possible because I was paying you. If we were in some kind of a relationship, or even just seeing each other casually, there’s no way I would have been able to do all those things to you that I did earlier. And what happened at the beginning of the night is what ultimately led to what happened at the end. It’s all related. You can’t have one without the other.”
I realized Karla was laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“I’ve just never heard anyone come up with a reason to keep paying me before. Usually they’re trying to figure out a way to stop paying me in the future.”
“Yeah, well most people are stupid and emotional,” I said. “Whereas I’m smart and rational and even-minded.”
“Either that or you’re insane,” Karla said.
“Yeah, it could be that too,” I said.
I started to laugh. Karla joined in. And that’s where this little filthy tale ends, with both of us lying on the floor, laughing. Together.
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SLAMMING THE PERVERTED ESCORT’S ASS
Scott was pacing around the hotel room, anxiously awaiting Taylor’s arrival, feeling a high-school kid getting ready for his first date. Only he was a 35-year old man, not a teenager, and he wasn’t picking up his girlfriend for dinner and a movie, he was waiting for an escort to arrive at his hotel room so they could partake in an hour-long session of perverted, deviant sex.
To say that he wasn’t planning on this turn of events would be an insult to understatements. When he first called Taylor a few months back, it was supposed to be a one-time thing, a way to take out the frustrations caused by his greedy ex-wife and her blood-sucking lawyers on another girl without having to worry about the consequences. And for the first session, that’s all Taylor was. A stand-in for his wife, someone he could degrade and punish in effigy. And punish her he did, doing things to her he’d never done to anyone before.
But he had so much fun that first session that he just had to call her for another one. And another after that. And then another. Until it had become a regular thing.
And as the sessions continued, they began to take on a different tone. Scott started seeing Taylor as a person instead of just a stand-in for his ex. Not someone he wanted a relationship with (at least, not a traditional one) but someone that he enjoyed seeing.
They still had nasty, dirty, rough, aggressive, deviant sex, but it was no longer rooted in hate. It was rooted in pleasure. Pure, unadulterated pleasure. For both of them. (All right, so maybe she was just faking her enjoyment—after all, she was getting paid—but Scott didn’t think so. He was convinced that she truly did enjoy fucking. Not just him, of course, but anyone. Taylor just flat out loved to fuck.)
Scott came to think of his time with Taylor as an opportunity to experiment with all the sexual fantasies he’d held inside over the years. Something about the non-emotionality involved with paying an escort allowed him to get past the weird discomfort that had always dogged him when it came to getting freaky in the bedroom, and this, combined with Taylor’s willingness to do literally anything, had freed him up to explore every single dirty, nasty, perverted thought that had ever entered his head. (And even a couple that, until Taylor brought them up, hadn’t.)
So, in a way, he had reverted back to his high-school days, when everything seemed new and different and special. That he’d feel that way with someone he paid money to fuck was ironic, to say the least, but he figured it was better than nothing.
A whole lot better.
#
There’s a knock on the door. Scott forces himself to take a deep breath, then heads over and opens it.
Taylor is standing there, looking as sexy as ever, with her thin, athletic, lithe body and cute, girlish face. She’s wearing a tiny bright orange dress that barely covers her ass, making her already long legs seem like they go on forever. She’s smiling, as always. And it’s genuine, as always.
She gives him a little peck on the cheek and walks past him, dropping her purse down on the end table, near the couch. When she turns back he’s already right on top of her.
He wraps his arm around her, hands on her ass, and starts kissing her. They make out for a few seconds before she pulls back, eyeing him curiously.
“My, we’re rearing to go tonight, aren’t we?” she says playfully, pushing her body up against his rock-hard cock.
