He Offered Me £200 Extra
The tape recorder sitting in front of Leslie looked like something straight out of the 90’s. When she was invited to the west end of London to talk about her job, she had gladly accepted, and laughed instantly when she learned she would be recorded on a tape. It was very old school, but it felt very important. The small brunette was happy to oblige. It was just talking about some of her clients without naming names, just describing in detail the kinds of jobs she took and giving examples. When the nice-looking man on the other side of the table pressed down on the record button, Leslie smiled and started talking.
“My name is Leslie, and I’m an escort in London and northern England,” Leslie said into the microphone. “And I’m here to talk about some of my experiences with clients.” She paused, a look of thought crossing her face. “Let’s start with a less appealing one,” she continued. “It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t my favorite. A man – let’s call him Andrew – contacted me through the escort website I work on, and offered me fifteen hundred pounds for an hour and a half. I expect the highest amount of respect and class, so when I showed up to a rundown motel, I made Andrew take me to a nicer hotel.”
As she thought about how to continue, she looked at the man across from her with a smile. “He was pretty simple,” she said. “He smoked a bit, talked about disco music, and he wouldn’t stop going on about my tits. He eventually started grabbing them and squeezing my nipples, trying to get me wet…it wasn’t really working. Not right away. I jerked him for about thirty minutes with some horribly scented lotion, and he came all over my breasts. I let him, since he liked them so much.”
Another pause. It was time to get a little more graphic; she was curious to see how shocked she could make the man across from her. “I’m not much for blowjobs, but Andrew offered me an extra two hundred pounds if I did it…so I did. Sloppily, but I did it. He seemed to love the sloppiness, though. My saliva was everywhere, all over his cock and my chin. He came in my mouth and that ended up everywhere, too. It was a little awkward…but he liked it, so that’s good, right? That’s all I care about, is if the client enjoys it.”
By this point, the man across from Leslie was hooked on her story. She continued. “We finally had sex, and he wasn’t very gentle about it. It wasn’t sex, it was fucking. I was on top, and he had hold of my hips and was slamming in and out of me so hard my hips hurt. I didn’t even notice when he came that time; I was too focused on giving a good performance. When I got off him, there was no condom on his cock, and I had a bit of a freak out before realizing it was still inside of me. I dripped everywhere when I pulled it out.”
Running a hand through her hair, Leslie leaned forward a bit to talk more directly into the mic. “He fell asleep…woke up about two hours later and drove me back to my car and paid me. It wasn’t so bad…sometimes I think about fucking him and I cum so hard I can’t breathe.” Pushing the microphone back, Leslie smiled at the man. He slid an envelope across the table; escorts never shared for free.