Making Ends Meet - Sex Stories

Making Ends Meet

I had been divorced for about two years and the proverbial shit had hit the fan. With a daughter at University and a mortgage to pay, as well as the utility bills and car costs, I was flat broke. My ex had cleared off back to Canada, and I got nothing from him. Things had got so bad that if I didn't pay the electric bill soon, I'd be getting cut off.

I decided that there was only one way to get out of my predicament, so I decided to pay a visit to Chrissy, one of my new neighbours. I had only met Chrissy a few weeks before in the local pub, and she had told me that she worked for an Escort Agency of sorts, which masqueraded as a model and photographic agency. She had told me about her work and assured me that she wouldn't be turning her posh home into a knocking shop. Working as an escort was the last thing that I ever would have considered, but now it seemed like an option that I would have to consider.

Just after lunch, I made my way to Chrissy's house. I hesitated at the door and was just about to leave when the door opened. Chrissy had spotted me on her security camera. She smiled and asked me in. I sat at the table in the kitchen while Chrissy made coffee.

Chrissy broke the silence when she said, "I know why you're here Kate and I'll help you out if I can, we'll go into my lounge and I'll show you how the whole system works."

We drank our coffee and chatted and then Chrissy led me into the lounge and booted up her computer. She went to the agency website and ...

... opened up contacts. It was all very simple really, the clients placed their requirements with the agency and the escorts would check out the potential jobs each morning and either ignore, decline, or accept. It all looked so easy and well-organised.

Chrissy selected an offer. Michael, forty-three from London, staying at the Europa Hotel and requiring a two-hour appointment for full sex and anal sex with a condom the following evening from 8 PM.

Chrissy clicked accept and said, "That looks after me, now what about you?

Chrissy explained that I would have to apply to the agency and be interviewed. I'd have to show them nude photographs and have a medical and blood samples taken. She told me that it could take between two weeks to a month to get me registered and working.

"I've an idea," she said. "I could let you take on a couple of my regulars if you're up for it. It's highly irregular, so I'll book them in my name and I'll pay you when the fee ends up in my account."

Chrissy went back to the computer and clicked on a client's account. It was a Mr. Walker. fifty-three years old who had an address on Botanic Avenue and it was for full sex for one hour, commencing 6 PM today. The escort was to dress smartly, as a secretary. Instructions on arrival.

Chrissy clicked to accept and told me, "You've got four hours to get ready and don't be late."

I made my way home. My head was buzzing, and I felt strange, a mixture of excitement and dread, but I had made my mind ...