Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

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"Margaret," I replied, holding one hand close to my heart.

"My pleasure, Margaret," Mark said as he helped me with my chair.

He no sooner sat down across the table from me when the waitress arrived with our drinks.

"Drambuie on the rocks and a Black n Tan lager,” she said.

I smiled and lifted the glass to my lips, taking a healthy swig. I wanted to make sure the scotch was making me feel giddy and not the fact that Mark was so very sexy.

"So Margaret, what brings you to Mickey's on such a beautiful day?" Mark asked.

"I wanted to get out and enjoy the sunshine and fresh air for a while and escape The Game," I said, lifting my hands and gesturing the quotation marks with my slim fingers. My wedding band and two-carrot engagement ring clearly showed as I motioned.

Mark smiled again and asked. "Don't you mean to escape the man watching the game?" He, too, gestured with his fingers.

"I suppose I do, Mark," I answered. "Why aren't you watching the game?"

"Why would I wanna watch a football game when there is such a lovely vision of beauty to watch instead?" Mark replied, scoring big points with me.

I smiled and reached across the table, touching his tanned hand as I said, "Thank you, again."

Since I was starting to feel the effects of the scotch, I took only a tiny sip from my glass before I asked. "So what do you do, Mark?"

"I'm a first-year grad student at university. Studying for my master's in business management,” he ...

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"How about you, Margaret?" Mark asked.

I giggled and replied. "I'm just a trophy wife."

Mark smiled and reached across the table, taking my hand in his. "A blue ribbon trophy wife,” he said.

So far, Mark had said all the right things. I was beginning to think this cock hunting was going to be easy.

My head began to swim from the scotch, and I bravely asked. "Do you know what a MILF is?"

Mark grinned and placed his hand on his chin. "I believe I'm looking at one right now."

I leaned forward, giving him a better look at my cleavage. "You think I'm a MILF?" I asked.

Mark shook his head yes.

"Have you ever fucked a MILF Mark?" I blurted out.

Mark again shook his head.

The scotch made me brave, and I asked. "Do you like fucking MILFs?"

Mark smiled widely and shook his head. "Do you wanna fuck this MILF?" I asked.

"Do you wanna get fucked?" he asked me.

I leaned toward him and slipped my hand under his. Looking him directly in those sexy dark eyes, I said. "Absolutely!"

Mark lifted his lager to his lips and finished it in one huge gulp.

"My place or..." he paused, "My place?"

I only smiled and shook my head yes.

Mark helped me from my seat, and it was a good thing he did because I might have fallen flat on my ass if he hadn't.

As he walked me toward the exit, he said. "Margaret, you're in no condition to drive."

I reached into my purse and pulled out the keys to my Benz. "Can you drive me, Mark?"

"I'll drive you anywhere, ...