In Plain Sight: An Escort's Story - Part 4 - Sex Stories

In Plain Sight: An Escort's Story - Part 4

--- In Plain Sight: An Escort’s Story – Part 4 --- As Kayla and I walked out of Mr. Keller’s house and toward a brand new Black Mercedes Benz 500SL glimmering in the driveway I started to realize that my life was about to change. I’m sure that some people will argue the change wasn’t for the better but sometimes you have to do what works for you. For me stepping out of a multi-million dollar ocean front house and getting into a $90,000 dollar car that was going to take me to a private jet waiting on a runway wasn’t half bad. What I didn’t know was that I didn’t know anything and that my education was about to begin. Sure I had given a few blowjobs but the sex part was easy and anybody could do it. What I was going to learn was how to be an escort. How I could be the most beautiful, well-dressed and classiest person in the room but not be seen. I was going learn to blend in with the crowd so that I wouldn’t draw attention to myself until my client wanted me to be seen. I would be in plain sight of everyone but no one would know anything about me other than I was a guest at whatever public event we were at. The flip side of that was when I was alone with my client. That’s where things got different. Depending on my clients mood I might be the cuddly girlfriend and make tender love to him. If he was stressed he might want me to be the dominatrix and take complete control. And other times he might want me to be the innocent high school girl on my knees gently holding his cock up ...

... to my lips while looking into his eyes for his approval. By the time Kayla and I returned from our day and a half of pampering in NYC she had become more than just an acquaintance. This stunningly beautiful Asian-American woman had become a mentor of sorts. She became my instructor, confidante, financial advisor, and more. She had become my friend. We got off the private jet and were met by a valet who parked the sleek black Mercedes next to the plane and unloaded all the clothes and toys we had purchased. Of all the items that we bought I was wearing the outfit that I like them most. It was simple black, high waisted pencil skirt and a loose white silk camisole top that barely covered my stomach. It covered just enough that you couldn’t see anything but if I moved you would get a slight glimpse of my stomach or back. The blouse and skirt were nice but it was only the beginning. It was the black lace panties, black garter belt, black stockings and Louboutin heels that I was wearing that really put a smile on my face. When Kayla pulled into the driveway at Mr. Keller’s beachfront house she just stopped and waited. “Are you coming in?” I asked. “If I go into that house with you dressed like that, Kenny wouldn’t even know I was there. You’re beautiful. He’ll be putty in your hands.” “Thank you. I really mean it, thank you for everything,” I said leaning over to Kayla to hug her goodbye. Kayla leaned into me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. There was no attempt to kiss me on ...