Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... forty-five minutes, I tried on everything from business suits for women to sexy lingerie and dropped a couple hundred of Barry's hard-earned dollars.

"Well, Monica, I suppose I've spent enough. Can I stop by later to pick up my packages? I wanna see what's hot at Mulhollands Shoe Store, and I hate carrying all these bags,” I asked.

"Sure, Peg, I'm here till closing tonight," Monica replied.

"Thanks, hun. I'll see you around nine."

As I window-shopped my way to the other end of the mall where Mulhollands was located, I noticed those two college types still lurking around and checking me out.

Feeling rather brazen and knowing it would be a long football season, I walked up to them and said. "Are you two following me?"

One turned bright red, but the other kept his cool and replied. "And what if we were. You're certainly a very hot-looking MILF."

I had never heard the term MILF and not wanting to back down to this guy, I asked. "And just exactly what is a MILF?"

He grinned and instantly answered. "MILF stands for mother I'd like to fuck."

"Shouldn't that be MILTF then?" I asked.

He looked confused until his youthful mind figured it out.

"No matter,” he said. "I'd still love to throw a quickie into you."

"Not a snowball's chance in hell, buddy,” I quickly replied before turning and leaving them, trying to figure out where they went wrong.

Mulhollands was empty, and I made short order of another buck fifty of Barry's cash and headed back to ...

... Monica's with a new pair of stiletto heels and another pair of high-heeled boots.

"Monica, you're never going to believe this, but some college kid and his friend called me a MILF earlier," I said as I walked in.

Monica grinned and said. "What's your point, Peg? You are a MILF."

"Maybe so, but he was so obnoxious about saying he wanted to throw a quickie into me," I told Monica.

Monica grinned and said. "Peg being a MILF is a good thing. Think about it. If someone young enough to consider you a mother still wants to get you in the sack, you must still look pretty good.

"So, what should I have done, Monica?" I asked.

Without hesitation, Monica replied. "Ya should have brought both of them back here, and we could have had some fun in the back room."

"Oh my God, Monica, you have to be kidding!" I exclaimed.

Monica looked at me with a serious look on her face. "Darlin', your hubby is home staring at a football game. What are your chances of getting any from him tonight?"

"Slim and none," I replied.

"Exactly," Monica said, then added. "So, you had a chance to go home satisfied and gave up the chance. Now you'll have to be satisfied with making yourself happy later."

Monica was right. Even if I walked into Barry's man cave wearing nothing but my new stilettos, I'd be lucky if I could get him to let me suck his cock while he continued watching the damn football game.

"Next time two young studs call you a MILF, darlin', you grab them by the balls and ...