Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... light make-up and I was ready. I giggled to myself when I thought. "Ready for some serious cock hunting. I wanted to discover just what it is that causes young cock to crave a MILF so much."

As I crossed the kitchen, I yelled down the stairs. "Later, honey!"

I'm not sure Mr. Pig Skin heard me, and to be completely honest, I didn't care if he did or not.

I put the top down on the Benz and backed out of the garage. I love driving with the top down, having the wind blowing my hair, and feeling the warm sunshine on my face. And today, I had a particular reason for having the top-down. Any guy who wanted could check me out.

I drove past a park where at least fifteen or twenty other football zombies were playing a pick-up game.

I giggled as I thought. "Maybe everyman does turn into a zombie at kick-off."

A few miles further, I came upon Mickey's Beach Bar. I recall a place much like this down the shore where many young men hung out trying to pick up the available beach bunnies or a lonely waitress.

I'd give Mickey's a try and turned into their lot. Parking a few spaces from anyone else was a good idea. Not only would it ensure my SLK didn't get scratched, but it would give every guy in the place a chance to watch me strolling toward the bar.

Heads turned as I made my way to the opposite end of the long bar and took a seat a few stools from the waitperson station. I could check all the guys sitting at the bar from here, and my long, sensual stroll gave them ...

... all a chance to check me out, too.

"What'll ya have, Miss?" The middle-aged bartender asked.

I usually like fruity drinks, but I figured I needed encouragement, so I replied. "A double Drambuie on the rocks, please."

"Comin' up, miss,” the bartender said.

I'd have thought at least one or two of the men sitting at the bar would have kept looking my way, but then I realized they were all staring at the big screen TV at the other end of the bar. Of course, it was tuned to a collegiate kickoff game.

I took a big gulp of my drink. The Drambuie tasted honey-sweet but still burned a little, going down. No matter its effect, was what I was after.

I had just about finished my drink when a voice behind me said, "Can I buy the next round?"

I turned sideways in my stool toward the sexy voice offering me a drink.

His midnight black wavy hair was combed straight back. A brilliant white smile set off strong facial features.

"Why yes, I'd love another," I said, smiling widely at him.

"Wonderful,” he replied, then added. "Would you like to join me?" He turned slightly and pointed to a table three-quarters across the open-air part of the beach bar.

I was still smiling as I accepted. "Love to."

He motioned for the bartender to send a round to his table and then escorted me, holding my elbow gently in his hand, back to his table.

"Sit here under the umbrella,” he suggested.

"Thank you".....I paused, waiting for him to introduce himself.

"I'm Mark,” he ...