Worth Every Penny - Sex Stories

Worth Every Penny

It took me a long time to find Chase. My inquiries into hiring a male escort had to be discreet, especially since he wouldn't be escorting me anywhere except the bedroom. More than once, I thought I'd finally found someone suitable, only to be disappointed upon meeting the man. The frustrating process grated at me; I knew it had to be easier for men who were willing to pay for the companionship of a woman.

At almost forty-seven, I was single and childless. I'd built a career in a male-dominated field, and I owed a large part of my success to my temperament. Men often claim that women are too emotional, but I proved to be far less so than my male colleagues. I could make sound business decisions without allowing my personal feelings to sway my thinking. Unlike many people I worked with, I never resorted to being underhanded or cutthroat. My immediate superior had once described me as ruthlessly efficient. "You have ice in your veins, Marie," he said in grudging admiration. "You never blink when things get down to the wire."

Not everyone in the office was as complimentary, however. Just last week, I'd overheard two employees, both of whom reported directly to me, talking in the corridor when they thought I was in a meeting. "Marie scares the shit out of me," one muttered. "She makes me think of a praying mantis, with those large eyes."

"I can see it!" the other man replied with a snicker. "She's got the long arms and legs, too. And she'll tear your head off, but you ...

... won't have the pleasure of fucking her first."

I decided to say nothing to them about their remarks. They both contributed a great deal to the company, and I wasn't one to hold a grudge. Besides, there were far worse things than being feared.

My work consumed much of my time, and outside the office, I had practically no social life. For the most part, this presented little problem for me, as I wasn't the type to feel lonely. My longest romantic relationship had lasted less than a year. I did, however, miss sex. Though I tried my best to satisfy my urges with various toys, the desire to be fucked had become almost maddeningly distracting since I'd reached my mid-forties. When it started to interfere with my ability to concentrate on my work, I knew I needed to do something to remedy the situation.

I didn't want to date, and I didn't want to create a profile on some app in order to find a potential sex partner. It was all too much of a hassle. I simply wanted to find someone to fuck me exactly how I demanded, and who would want nothing in return except to be paid for his time. I could have wept with relief when I finally connected with Chase. While I'd had my doubts about him at first, I quickly discovered he was perfect for what I needed. Depending on our schedules (he was in high demand), we now met almost weekly.

Tonight was one of those times when our schedules aligned. And even better, it was a Friday. As I now stood in my apartment, wearing only a silk robe, I ...