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I was having coffee with a girlfriend. We often meet early in the afternoon because we’re both in the same business and, well, we tend to get up late. Her name is Dee, although most of her clients know her as Simone. She’s tall, willowy with jet black, naturally black hair and a wonderful set of tits which I quietly admire. In a pair of beautifully tailored cream silk trousers and a pale blue shirt, her hair tied back severely she looked stunning, the bone structure of her face highlighted with delicate makeup, nobody would have guessed that she is one of the city’s most expensive courtesans. I wondered if people looked at us and thought we might be lovers as we occasionally are. She was telling me about her client the previous evening. She was about sixty years old, absolutely loaded apparently and liked to watch Dee/Simone pee. She masturbated as Dee did her business then told her to fuck off and that sounded like the easiest fee you can earn. We both laughed at the strange, sometimes surreal world in which we operated. My ‘phone rang and I answered it, excusing myself.‘The Athelstan, tonight at eight. Party name of Judith, American, here on business. Her card’s worked and Sam will drive you.’ This was Mel, the receptionist at the agency Dee and I worked through. ‘She’s in suite 12 but wants to meet you in the bar. I’ll text all the details and her picture.’ The agency ensured that all clients showed their face by webcam and captured the image. This meant Ümraniye Escort we were safer and knew who to sidle up to wherever the meeting was arranged. The great benefits of working for a high class agency were security and a wonderful fee. It was the sort of arrangement that a girl can only keep going for so long, high fees meant we had to look good and although at forty I was probably one of the older girls, I was also still in pretty good shape. ‘She describes herself as a dominant but not into anything too much for you to worry about. Sam will look after you.’Sam is my minder. She is an ex police officer and, yes, she and I also get together. In fact we get together a lot, far more than the agency or my friends knew. She’s as fit as a flea, a judo expert and slightly mannish but extremely good under the duvet. She’s been driving and minding me for about three years and we’re very close friends, perhaps more than mere friends. She’s totally reliable which is a huge comfort when you serve the needs of rich, sometimes sadistic lesbians.‘She said to turn up looking good! I told her our escorts never do anything else.’ Mel sounded slightly indignant on my behalf. I thanked her and smiled at Dee as I rang off.‘The Athelstan,’ I told her and she whistled.‘Mmmm – real money then.’ The Athelstan is one of the city’s most expensive hotels and last time I looked a suite cost about £500 per night. ‘You might even get a Ümraniye Escort Bayan good tip on top of the fee.’ We kissed goodbye and I made my way home to my flat. As I arrived at the large, airy flat my ‘phone rang again. It was Sam and she asked if I had all the arrangements clear – she always got a copy of my instructions. I confirmed I had and she said, ‘I’ll come round a bit early if you like?’I knew what that meant and smiled and said, ‘Why don’t you come around at 5 and we can get ready together.’I got my dress for the evening ready. It’s a calf length black number in silk with tiny straps and a tight waist and full skirt. I hung it on a door hook and lifted the polythene sheet the dry cleaner had returned it in to make sure it was ok. It was of course; with the prices they charge it had to be perfect. I had a glass of water and showered. I’d need another shower before I left if I knew Sam’s intentions but I like to be clean for any lover and Sam was always deliciously showered herself.Sam arrived a little early and wore a pair of wonderfully tight, black leather trousers and a white silk blouse under a long, grey riding coat. She always dressed as well as any of ‘the professionals’ as she called us, knowing that wherever we went it was vital to look the part. I was wearing a long robe when she arrived but not for long. It pooled at my feet as she took me in her deceptively strong arms and kissed my mouth Escort Ümraniye firmly. I cupped her breast and felt her hard nipple against the palm of my hand as her tongue invaded my mouth. She held me tightly against her and I felt the hard lump under the leather of her trousers.‘I got tooled up before I left home,’ she whispered quite unnecessarily. I unzipped her trousers and liberated the deliciously slim strap on she loves to wear when circumstances permit. I didn’t need to remind Sam that it was important that no marks were on my body. She knows the rules and although she is a dominant woman herself she restrains her natural urges with me unless we know I am free for a while. Like the time we went on holiday together for a fortnight and she demonstrated her repertoire of kink quite comprehensively. Her kisses and her fingers ensured my body was ready for her when she gently turned me around to face the wall and, still dressed, slipped her dildo up into me, her hands covering my breasts and her mouth nuzzling into the long, chestnut hair that fell down over my shoulders. Her left hand left my breast and slithered down over me as her rhythm began, her hips moving slowly back and forth. I bent slightly to make it more comfortable for us both and her finger found my clitoris and began to work further magic there. Her hands left me briefly and her trousers slipped down and I felt the warmth of her skin on my bum as she continued to rock behind me. She withdrew long enough to get her trousers off completely then led me, the dildo waving happily in front of her, to my bed. I lay back and, when she had removed her blouse, she knelt between my legs, positioned her strap on carefully and entered me again, bending to kiss my mouth as my legs curled up around her.