• The Point in Hiring a London Escort

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    “My first time was with a forty-three-year-old man in town on business,” Irene said as she rolled onto her stomach on the bed, arms folding under her chin as she studied the man lounging against the headboard. She had been asked by more than one client about her first time as a London escort, but she was a bit surprised that Jordan had asked. Irene had been taking his business regularly for a year, and he rarely wanted to hear about her work with others. He was one of her Girlfriend Experience clients; they never wanted to hear about other men. “He had contacted my friend that also works in the business, but she didn’t want to do the things he wanted. So, she came to me, and then had him call me when I told her I would do it. She knew I was trying to get into the escort business in London.”

    Jordan was listening attentively, surprising Irene even more. “We met at the hotel restaurant, and had a couple of drinks. He was very reassuring; knew that I was new, had never done this before. He kept telling me that, as long as I wasn’t a virgin, I would do great.” She paused for a breath. “But I was convinced everyone knew why I was there, what I was. I feared getting called out.”

    “Like you had a sign on your back,” Jordan said, nodding slowly. Irene nodded in return.

    “I had that feeling for the first two or three months I was taking clients,” she said. “But it went away eventually. This man was a good first client. As soon as my clothes came off, I was sucking him off like some kind of expert…I had only ever given a blowjob twice before that. He was hard, and throbbing…he only got carried away once and tried to force my head down, but apologized and didn’t do it again. Even kept his hands off my head to make sure.”

    “Sounds like the perfect client,” Jordan muttered.

    “He was,” Irene agreed. “I didn’t expect him to finish in my mouth, but he did. He nearly finished again when I swallowed with him still in my mouth.” She smirked when she saw Jordan’s brows fly up, and knew she was going to have to let him experience that now. She didn’t mind. “He told me we didn’t have to have sex if I didn’t want to, but I was there for a reason. Sure, he got off once, but what’s the point in hiring a London escort – especially a high end one – if you’re not going to take advantage of the sex?”

    Irene rolled over again and stared at the ceiling. “He definitely fucked me, but it wasn’t as rough as I was expecting. It was still intense, but not…intrusive. He felt amazing. I was so wet; I don’t think I’d ever been that wet before then. He pulled out to finish, and I pounded my fingers inside of myself to finish. He was so satisfied he told me he couldn’t see me again when he was back in town in case he formed an attachment, and he was married.”

    “Aren’t a lot of your clients?”

    “Mmhm,” Irene hummed. “Well over ninety percent. I think he had attachment issues, however. Got attached too easily. As they say…this business is rough. Every girl has that one that clings too hard.”