Stealing Clients

I found out why Rebecca dislikes Simone.

True, they were both escorts for only a short period of time. Simone was gaining traction just as Rebecca was preparing to quit. Still, that didn't stop Simone from "stealing" one of Rebecca's long-time clients.

Simone told me so herself as we lay in bed together, having had sex. I know, naughty naughty. So, as Simone and I lay naked in bed, our bodies intertwined, Simone brought up Rebecca's visit.

"I can't believe you let her stay here," she said. "After she just left before."

"You know I can't say no to a woman," I said, and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Occupational hazard, I suppose."

"She's mad at me because I 'stole' the banker she liked to spend time with. But what am I supposed to do? Shit happens."

"Indeed. Not that I blame the banker, of course." I let my hands wander around her waist, then reach up to her breasts. I cupped them, brushed my thumbs over the nipples. "You do have great tits."

"Is that why you insist on sucking them during sex?"

"You'd be insulted if I didn't."

"Very true," she said. "Very true."

What was and should have continued to be a nice moment was tainted on my behalf. Not that I ruined the moment for the both of us -- just myself. See, I've received a few more emails this week, and it now there is an additional firm that's interested in seeing me about a full-time job.

That, and another firm wrote in just to let me know that my resume has been received and I'm in the running. We'll be in touch, the email said. Interviews are in the process of being scheduled.

Is this the beginning of the end? Part of me thinks so, another part thinks that this is just another blip on the radar before the firms hire another, more experienced person in their early to mid-30s. It's happened twice before already. Why should I believe this time should be any different?

Just as I was pondering my future I noticed that Simone had reached beneath my navel and was stroking my cock. I was hard again, she said. Was I up for another round?

I rolled her over on her back and reached into the bureau for another condom. She smiled, then spanked my ass.

"Careful," I said. "Keep doing that and I'll be ready for rounds two and three."

"Bring it."

And so I did. Just the second round, though. Even I don't have the energy for three rounds of sex, at least not consecutively. Again, part of me fears that if I quit escorting, that means Simone and I will have to end our relationship. Will I be as comfortable "sharing" her sexually with other men?

Will leaving escorting mean I'll become a sexual prude and expect sexual exclusivity? I'd like to think not, but who knows. Only time will tell.