Sex, Sex, Sex

Enough with the philosophical stuff. Let's get back to sex, shall we?

Some nights, I really do look forward to work. The thrill of meeting a new person, the idea of having sex and probably never seeing one another again -- it's intoxicating. Yes, sex work is illegal, and yes, many of my clients are married. Still, I just can't bring myself to care.

Spring break is in full swing here in Miami, which means that I've fucking like a bunny rabbit all this week. My last client was another winner. She's from the west coast and works in the entertainment industry. No time for a regular relationship, she told me. Hiring me is just easier.

"Glad to be here," I said. We toasted as the waves crashed onto the shore. The view from her balcony was dynamite -- and I say that as someone who has a pretty nice view from his own apartment. 

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Why do you do this? I mean... Look, obviously you enjoy having sex with women -- what man wouldn't? -- but is there a greater reason?"

"I'm getting revenge on all the girls who turned me down in high school," I said flatly, hoping she'd catch my sarcasm. "Kidding."

"Are you?"

"Well, not completely. But I'm a little old to be thinking of the past. I've been out of high school for about six years."

Her eyes widened. "You're that young?"

I nodded. "For awhile my agent was worried that someone in his early twenties wouldn't get much work. Thankfully, I've proven her wrong."

When the sun finally set, the time for questions was over. I scooped her up into my arms, carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. I mounted her, kissed her on the mouth and grinned as she reciprocated. Before long, her fingernails were digging into my back, before she started fumbling with my belt and pants.

"Hold on," I said. "Let me." I stripped down to my underwear, then took one of her hands and smoothed it down my chest. She let her hand linger on my abdomen, at which point I took off my underwear and then let that hand grasp my cock. She squeezed it, stroked it, dragged her fingernails along the shaft in a way that made me shudder.

"I love that," I said. "Don't stop."

But stop she did. I had an idea of what she wanted: oral sex. This time I wanted to try something different. I undressed her, but only from the waist down. Her white blouse was still on, though she was naked from the navel south. The sight of a woman's naked sex and covered chest is arousing to me -- don't know why.

"Spread your legs," I told her. "Show me."

She did as I asked and, after teasing her with my tongue, I finally went in. I wanted to taste her, see what made her different from all my other clients. I would take a break, kiss her inner thighs, then start again. Again I felt the heat as she closed her thighs around my face.

She came once, but I wasn't finished. I blotted my mouth with a napkin, then took of her blouse. Surprisingly, she got up from her back and then got on top. After kissing me again, she collapsed her breasts around my cock before she took me into her mouth. I damn near came but held on.

After that, I knew I had to close the deal, so to speak. It only took about fifteen minutes of thrusting before we both came. We lay in bed thereafter, listening to the sound of the ocean from outside the balcony.

"That was great," I said. "And I don't say that to all the girls."

"Flatterer."

"No, I mean it. You know what you're doing. It's more than I can say for some women I've been with these past few years."

"Really?" she asked.

"Absolutely."

She smiled, but I could tell part of her was still skeptical. How did she know I wasn't acting? I could have rehearsed and planned this whole thing. I laughed, and said that she was giving me too much credit. Escorts are a lot of things -- performers being one of them -- but even I'm not that slick.

"You could probably make it in Hollywood if you tried hard enough."

"You think?" I said. "Do you think my escorting career would hinder my chances?"

"Ha! Trust me, there are plenty of actors -- male and female -- who were escorts in the past. I could name a few names, but..."

"Oh, please do!"

She did. Much as I'd love to post them here, I'm afraid I can't. Still, I was shell-shocked over who she claimed had fucked for money before their respective screen careers took off. And I don't doubt the client's claims for a minute, either. She works in the industry, after all. What reason would she have to lie?

And on a more personal note, I always did want to be a movie star when I was younger. Never in a million years did I ever think I would meet a high-powered Hollywood executive. Let alone when I was working as a escort. Trite as the saying is, I can't help but repeat it here and now...

Life is just full of surprises.