Diary of a High Price Escort Book One - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book One

... Margaret," Mark said.

I giggled as he opened the passenger door and said. "What I want is for you to drive me insane."

As we drove, my head began spinning, or perhaps it was the Benz spinning, I'm not quite sure.

The scenery blurred, and before I could say a word, I lost consciousness.

I awoke in a strange bedroom on a strange bed, completely dressed and alone. Even though it hurt, I lifted my head from the pillow and looked around. It might have been a peculiar bedroom and bed, but it certainly was well-appointed and very comfortable.

"Mark?" I whispered.

No answer. I slid off the soft, down-filled comforter and walked toward the door.

"Mark, are you here?" I whispered again.

No answer.

Walking toward the kitchen, I noticed my keys and a note on the counter.

"Margaret, I had an appointment I had to go to tonight. I hope you're able to drive okay. Next time we meet, I'll order you a Shirley Temple. Call me if you'd like to get together sometime, Mark." His number was written below his signature.

I was so embarrassed downing those two doubles in that short a time was not only a bad idea but also ruined my chances with Mark, who proved he was a real gentleman. He had carried me from the car to his bedroom and let me sleep it off when he could have just as quickly stripped me naked and had his way with me.

I folded his note carefully and hid it away in my purse. I'd certainly be calling him to at least thank him for taking care of me.

It ...

... was just past six when I arrived home, still feeling a little buzzed and very horny. Barry was in the kitchen making a sandwich as I entered from the garage.

"Hi, babe," Barry said, working on his sandwich.

"Hello, Barry, how were the games?" I asked.

He looked up from the counter and answered. "The first one was great. State won on a last-second field goal, but the second game is a blowout."

Barry kept looking at me, his eyes tracking down over my form. "You look hot today, Margaret, he commented.

"Why, thanks, baby," I replied, smiling at him and feeling good that he had noticed my sexy white outfit.

He picked up his plate and pulled a beer from the frig, and headed downstairs to watch the end of the game. I stood there in the kitchen for a few minutes, considering the events of that afternoon. Had I not thrown down that second Drambuie, I'd most likely have come home sexually satisfied after an afternoon of steamy sex with Mark. But I had that second drink and instead came home embarrassed and still in need of sexual gratification.

"Well, Peggy, you have two choices. Head upstairs and satisfy yourself, or head downstairs and try to seduce Mr. Pig Skin into foregoing the rest of the second game,” I thought.

I opted for the latter, and as I descended into Barry's man cave, I undid the fourth button on my blouse, exposing all of my cleavage and the tiny lace-covered clasp of my bra.

"Hi there, Margaret. Did you decide to come and watch the rest of the ...