The Unapologetic Escort
Chapter 5
Doug and I did the clients that had called for us. The guy that worshipped me was good at it, making me feel like I was the hottest man he'd ever seen. He blew me once and I fucked him once. His hour was up, but he complimented me on sitting on his face with Doug's cum in my ass for this guy to eat out. He didn't know who the guy was that had nutted in me, but he was grateful to the tune of a $100 tip.
When I got back to Doug's house, he wasn't there. But, a note on the kitchen counter told me that he was out servicing a client and should be back a little after 11:00 p.m. I took a shower and cleaned myself out for a hoped-for night filled with his curved dick deep in my ass spraying load after load into me.
He strolled through the door about 11:30. He was visibly tired. I offered him a back and neck rub. Doug loved the idea. In his bedroom, I started to undress him. Of course, I had to lick his nipples. The bulge in his pants told me all I needed to know. He had just serviced some other man, but was sure up for servicing me. "Tough client?" I asked as my tongue descended to his belt line and pulled his pants off. Doug moaned, but didn't answer. He didn't need to. When his hard dick hit my chin as it sprung out of his underwear, I knew we had a late night of fun in store.
He pulled me up and pushed me on to the bed. His fast hands had me stripped naked in less than a minute. Of course, I had to help. I needed his big dick in my ass as soon as I could get it. But, Doug had other ideas. He pushed my legs into my chest and ate out my ass. "You have all night to stop that," I moaned.
"I doubt that," Doug whispered. "You need me to fuck you and I can't do both at the same time." But, he went back to eating out my ass, despite his promise to pound my hole. He moved up my body, kissing and licking at all the right places. His lips touched mine softly. "I still need that massage," he smiled looking down at me, "but you need something else first."
"I'm not one to argue with logic that solid," I purred. I reached for his dick and aimed it at my wet hole. He entered me slowly, resuming his kiss. My ass needed this man inside me. His dick is the perfect shape and thickness to satisfy my inner bottom needs. I could have encouraged him to go faster because I wanted his creamy load inside me again. But, I was enjoying the closeness that his slow fucking gave both of us. His fingers worked my erect nipples, bringing me intense pleasure. My hard dick leaked precum between us. Each time his fat dickhead hit my prostate, I leaked out more precum to lubricate the friction between our bodies.
"I was hoping to make this last longer," he groaned. With a quick thrust into me, I felt his dick swell and jerk rapidly inside me. I bucked beneath him, trying to get him even deeper into me. My dick jerked between us and rubbed against our hard abs. That was the trigger. I began coating us with my baby batter, enjoying the feel of my climax as he pounded more of his essence into my welcoming butt tunnel. Mutual climaxes are rare, but when they happen, they nearly shatter your brain with pleasure.
Minutes later, we were still coming down from our climax peaks. My load had our chests and abs liberally coated. His big dick remained in my ass, slowly dribbling out the last drops of his creamy discharge. When we eventually separated, he handed me a towel to wipe off the nutt from both of us. He rolled toward me and kissed me gently again. "That was the best fuck I've had in years," he smiled. "I could feel my toes, fingers, nose, and ears tingle. You're one amazingly hot man."
"Takes two to make that kind of sex so incredible," I replied. "I'm always amazed how you manage to still have the sexual stamina to pound my ass after leaving a client only an hour ago," I added, looking over at the clock. It was just after midnight. "But, you still need that massage, don't you?"
"Oh, yes," he readily agreed. "This has not been an easy day and the last guy was a little difficult to please. I fucked him right after I got there, but after that, he just wanted to cuddle and talk. He didn't even want me to blow him. I guess this visit with him was more about companionship. He didn't really have anything to say, he just needed someone there to hear him rattle away."
I told him about my worshipper. "It was fun, but not very fulfilling after all. There wasn't much of a connection. However, he did thank me for having my ass preloaded. That earned me a very big tip. It almost seems like I should share that with you, given that it was your load that he enjoyed."
Doug laughed. "Nah, that's not necessary. The guy I did ate my ass out and enjoyed your loads, too."
"Roll over, Doug. You need that rub down." Doug wiped off the last remnants of my load before he asked again for a special rub down. He got a lot more than a rub down. I bred him twice before we went to sleep. But, I woke up about 4:30 a.m. with his mouth closed over my expanding dickhead. He sucked me off in the dark. Then, he fucked me and added more nutt to my butt. In the morning, we showered together and fucked again. We couldn't seem to help ourselves.
"Let's go down to the agency to collect our money for last week," Doug suggested. "On the way down, you can call your mom and see if today would be a good teaching day for cooking." I nodded agreement.
I was surprised that I was paid in cash, just like Clay said I'd be paid. For some reason, I thought it would be an electronic transfer of funds, even though he'd clearly said that it would be cash paid weekly. When I added it all up including the tips, I'd made over $3200 last week!
"You had a very good week," Doug said. "But, bear in mind that you worked six days to get that, and one of the days was an all-nighter with Mr. Adams. With two days off per week, your take will probably be less than $2500 for any given week, even with your credentials," he smiled. "Don't forget to put aside money for taxes. So, let's go to your bank and get rid of all this cash."
As it happened, we banked at the same place. He deposited his money and I did the same with mine. I'd called Mom and she agreed to teach us our first cooking lesson this afternoon. "Be there at 4:00 p.m., so I can show you all the preparation steps as well as the actual cooking," she instructed.
We went back to the house for a lunch of soup and sandwiches. Both of us got calls from the agency, but we reminded them that this was a day off for us as well as tomorrow. Clay (the boss) called after that and begged us to reconsider. "If we help you out tonight, you owe us another day this week, AND we want more of the payment. Otherwise, we'll pass and see you on Wednesday," Doug countered. I nodded my head in agreement. Clay sputtered and fumed, but we got an extra $100 each out of the deal for this evening's clients. Both of them wanted us for the night, so it was a $1000 charge, of which we'd get $850 instead of the usual $750.
We hit the gym in the afternoon before we went over to my parent's house. The gym was awfully quiet, but it was Monday. One guy offered to suck me off, but I declined. He was definitely not my type. Doug gave a hot fuck to one of the guys he regularly pounds. That lasted less than five minutes. "You'll find that after a few weeks, you'll have an avid following that will want to know what days and times you'll be here. They'll change their schedules to accommodate you," he laughed. "Especially for this!" he chuckled as he stroked my hardening dick.
"Don't leave a man with a hard dick and no satisfaction!" I whined.
"That's all I am to you is a cum dump?" he laughed.
"When you leave me with a hard dick, yeah!"
"Come over here," he invited. We moved around to the end of the bank of lockers where we wouldn't be seen. He bent over and spread his ass cheeks. "Eat me. Breed me!"
"That's more like it," I whispered hoarsely and fell to my knees behind his hard, round ass. Minutes later, he was bred and felched and I was satisfied.
Mom showed us how to make veal parmigiana. She also gave us tips on how to change it slightly to make schnitzel. With the veal dish, she made lemon spaghetti and a salad. Both of us raved about how delicious it was. Doug was especially complimentary. I'd had the meal before, but hadn't been totally aware of how it was made.
"What time are you supposed to meet your client," Doug asked on the way home. "I'm not recalling."
"Same as yours," I replied. "Nine tonight. I'm going to a repeat client and so are you. Clay gave us the address for both. Didn't you write yours down?"
"I didn't need to. I know he lives in a beautiful condo downtown. I've fucked with him before, but not for more than an hour. I wonder why he thinks he needs me for the whole night."
"Do you know the guy I'm doing?"
Doug looked at the paper I'd written the information on. "Yeah, hot white boy, muscular fire-plug kinda build, short by your standards because you're so tall," he grinned, "and he's blind, which is certainly not a problem for him. He has a service dog that's the sweetest thing you'll even meet. When I was with him a couple of times, he liked to flip fuck. I assume that he's recently tested or the boss wouldn't be sending you out."
"So, what's he like to do in bed?"
"Just about everything, sorta like us," he winked. "Oh, and he's hung like a horse!"
"Little guy like that gotta big one?" I challenged.
"Oh, yeah. I'd say he's gotta dick about as big as yours, just not the same color," he laughed. "And if I remember correctly, his bends a little to one side. I don't remember if that's right or left. He's very tactile because of his blindness. So, he'll be checking out your face, hair, neck, etc. The sighted world generally wouldn't do that."
"Have you ever done an all-nighter with him?"
"I haven't, maybe someone else has, though."
We left for our appointments together, but headed in opposite directions. "See ya tomorrow morning," Doug waved. I nodded and waved back.
The address I'd been given was in a high-end neighborhood in the northeast quadrant of town. This guy had to have some pretty big bucks to live here, unless he inherited the place. A handrail led up two half flights of steps. I rang the doorbell and heard a dog bark in the back of the house. "Hush, Mandy!" I heard through the door. The dog immediately stopped barking.
When the door opened, I said, "Hi, I'm Mike from the agency." He smiled and let me in, telling me that his dog (Mandy) is a huge love sponge when she isn't working. The dog was wagging her tail so hard that she nearly flipped over. She sniffed my hand and then put her head beneath it so I'd pet her. "I can tell that she's starved for love," I laughed.
"She's the worst faker on the planet," he smiled. "I'm Brandon." He held out his hand and I shook it. His other hand felt the back of my hand and said, "You have very big hands. Is that true of the rest of you?"
"All of me," I assured him.
"Your profile indicated that you're 6'4" and weigh about 225?"
I nodded my head and then remembered he couldn't see me. "Yep, that's right."
"Negative, well hung, and versatile." I agreed again. "So, come on in and let's get acquainted. Don't mind Mandy. She'll settle down soon. And she obeys my commands, so she won't be helping us in the bedroom when I send her to her bed. Mandy, sit!" The dog instantly obeyed, but her tail still wagged furiously. "I hope you don't mind that I invade your personal space, but I want to know more about your features and your body." He proceeded to feel my arms, shoulders, and chest. He moved up my neck, face, and head. "You're very tall," he summarized, "and extremely well built," he added after working his hands over my chest and abs. His hands moved around my back, working up and down my spine and down over my round ass. "Beautiful ass," he praised. He knelt and felt my legs, knees, calves, and feet. "We'll get a better feel for those later," he smiled. I noticed that he'd not touched my dick or big nuts, but I didn't say anything.
"You're quite a handsome man," I said, "and really muscular. You must work out every day."
"Nearly," he admitted. "And I have a very good trainer that I see weekly who keeps me honest and won't let me cheat on my workouts. Let's go to the bedroom and get better acquainted. I know that seems to be rushing things given that we have all night to get to know each other better, but you are so delicious I gotta start right away."
We went into the big bedroom in the back of the house. Slowly undressing each other, we put tongue and hands to exposed skin, enjoying a casual exploration of each other's body. As soon as my dick and balls were uncovered, his hands gently explored both. He spent a considerable amount of time playing with my expanding dick, and even more timing smearing the leaking precum around the fat head. The dog was sniffing around us as we played with each other. "Mandy, bed!" he commanded. The dog's tail dropped, but she obeyed. I heard her flop down on the floor in the next room and sigh dramatically. "Anytime she's not in the center of the action, she gives me one of her deeply hurt sighs. I'm used to it and over it." He returned his attention to me. "You have a really big dick," he complimented.
"As do you," I replied, having stroked his monster to full erection. His nuts were drawn up tightly, almost disappearing into the base of his giant phallus. The head on it was smaller than mine, but the length and thickness of the rest of his manhood compared very well with me. The only real other difference was that his dick curved slightly to the left as it stood out proudly from his crotch. Mine is straight as an arrow and slightly points up when hard.
We moved into a 69 position, his hands always busy feeling my body while his lips sucked on the head of my dick plus half the shaft. "You have a wonderfully big dick," he whispered when he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. "There's no way I can take that huge thing down my throat. So, the only alternative is I gotta take it up my ass."
"I'm sure I can help you with that," I replied agreeably. My tongue moved down to his nut sack, giving them a good lick and suck. The orbs weren't very large, but I've been with other men who had small balls and still shot a monster load. The future would tell the tale. I munched lower until I found his pucker and pushed my tongue inside him. Clean and delicious. "I'm gonna love fucking this beautifully muscled ass of yours," I said before drilling his tunnel entrance again.
"Back at ya," he whispered and then went back to eating out my black butt. We munched, licked, and sucked on each other's holes for several more minutes. "You gotta fuck me, Mike," Brandon finally begged. "I've always wanted to feel a man as big as I am fuck my ass and dump a big load inside me. Your profile says that you spray out big loads, right?" I nodded as I kept slurping at his butthole. "And you can cum several times during a session?" Again, I nodded. "And because I don't have to be anywhere early tomorrow, we can make a night of this," he added.
I wasn't sure I could sustain an all-night fuck session, but I was willing to see just how much I could do. All the other men I'd fucked several times in one night needed a break from the friction or the volume of sperm I'd pumped into them. A few were just too exhausted and fell asleep. That's not to say that we didn't resume our fun in the morning, though.
"What position would you like to start with?" I asked.
"Missionary," he replied. "I want to watch your face as you cum inside me and your climax overwhelms you. We can always change that to other positions for your later loads."
I moved around and pulled his legs up to my shoulders. I leaned into him and kissed him gently on the lips. "Let me know if I'm going to fast or I'm too big for you," I cautioned.
"I haven't had one as long as yours in a long time, but I have played around with one of your fellow escorts who is about as thick as your big horsedick. As I recall, his name is Doug," Brandon recalled.
"Yeah, he does have a nice, thick one," I allowed.
Brandon helped me guide my hard dick to his ass and pulled me slowly inside. He sighed with pleasure and then moved his hands to my face so he could "see" me when I climaxed. I didn't mind at all. The deeper I went into him, the more he smiled. When I got about 8" inside him, one of his hands left my face and pushed gently on my abs. "This is new territory," he whispered. "I haven't had one your size in several years. Take it slowly as I try to relax and let you all the way in."
So, I pulled out slowly to the head and then pushed back in. This time, I went a little deeper before he pushed back. With three more attempts, I had buried my big dick up his eager ass. I ground in that last half inch and his hand left my abs, returning to my face. "It feels really big inside me. I can feel your heartbeat as your dick throbs."
"That's because I'm so close to nutting," I warned.
"Go ahead! I know you have a lot more that you can deliver later," he encouraged.
I slowed my pace and used shorter strokes. His dick bounced on his abs, slowly leaking precum. The tightest part of his love tunnel was the deepest part. I had to stay away from that or I'd nutt for sure. Brandon's hands moved from my face to my ass, urging me to go deeper and faster. "You keep doing that and I'll shoot too soon," I moaned.
"You say that like it's a bad thing!" Brandon smiled up at me. "Fill me up, Mike. I haven't had a big load in my ass in weeks."
His internal ass muscles gripped and released my dick as I slowed the pace even more. But, he was winning. There was no way to postpone the inevitable now. "I'm gonna squirt," I croaked. Brandon's hands went from my ass to my face, again. I tried to hold a neutral face, but with my climax hitting me hard, there was no way to avoid the pleasure grimace that hit me hard. My hips bucked forward and I buried all 10" of hard meat up his hole. I felt my dick swell and jerk rapidly. Thick, creamy ropes of baby sauce blasted like a fire hose up his hungry hole. I pumped his ass harder and harder, rushing to the highest level of pleasure his ass could give me. It felt so good!
"Yeah, Mike! Fill my ass up with your baby sauce. Fuck me good!" Brandon groaned. "You the man!"
When I finally caught my breath, I looked down at him and smiled. "You're a really hot fuck," I sighed. "You can rip the nutt out of any man you want."
"I seldom get the chance," he said. "Most of the men I meet see my big dick and forget all about my ass except to hang on to it while I pound them hard and pump my juice deep inside them. If I were making the rules, I'd bottom most of the time. But, tonight isn't one of those nights," he grinned. "Your bubble butt is so round and hard that I gotta fuck it and breed it."
Gently pulling out as my dick continued to slowly shrink, I stroked his hard dick. He grabbed my hand and told me to stop. He was too close to jetting out his load and he'd been saving it for three days. It needed to go up my ass, not all over his chest and abs. In a practiced move, he swung his arm over to a nearby nightstand and grabbed a pump bottle of lube. He handed it to me with a smile. "Sit on my dick," he instructed. "I want to feel your chest and ass as I fuck you."
I greased myself up and added more to his thick, long dick. "I don't think I've ever had one this big up my butt, although I have had one or two as thick." Positioning myself to slowly descend on to his mighty phallus, I attempted to relax and take his ass stretcher. I did a great job of it until I got about 8" inside me. At that point, the length of his dick was exploring new territory. I winced and backed off a couple of inches. "Give me a minute," I asked.
"If you keep working my dick with your internal muscles like that, I'll cum inside you before I get all the way in," he warned. I didn't think I was doing anything that would stroke his dick, but I suppose that moving up and down on it was working him more than he expected. "But, if sure feels good. I'm so close," he added, "right on the edge."
I sat a little deeper on his thick dick and tried to relax more. Another inch slipped up my love tunnel. I pulled off again and wiggled my ass, trying to get all of it in me. His pubic hairs rubbed against my big, bubble butt. I knew I had at least half an inch to go before I got it all in me. I do have a deep ass trench. His hands moved to my hips and pulled me down harder on to his thrusting dick. They thrust up into me faster and faster. He was reaching his climax and I was along for the ride. His dick swelled and jerked deeply inside my tight hole. Warmth spread deeply as I felt his entire body jerk and spasm with each shattering climax wave. More dick gravy sprayed into me. I was beginning to think that he nuts as much as I do. But, he did say that he'd been saving it for three days.
He held me down, grinding his dick as hard as he could into me. Random spasms wracked his body as his dick jerked with each receding climax wave. His leaking dick no longer felt like I was impaled on a post, but rather on a thick tube of man stick. The jetting stream of nutt butter had subsided to a trickle. Brandon breathed deeply, trying to catch his breath. "Amazing hot fuck," he praised. "You have the hungriest ass I've ever bred." He paused and then smiled up at me. "I think we should finish off this session with some special felching."
Never one to turn down a brilliant suggestion like that, I pulled away from his big dick. It flopped onto Brandon's stomach. I turned around and presented my ass to him while I bent over and sucked his cum-leaking dick into my mouth. Moments later, I joined him with my own felching slurps, savoring the load I'd pumped into him only a few minutes before. "Sometimes, I think this is the best part of breeding," he smiled when he finished eating out my ass.
I turned and lay beside him. He rolled into me and draped an arm over my chest. "You're an astonishingly gifted man," I said. "You have a great personality, body, and dick. And you love hot sex. I know it is none of my business," I began, "but how do you work out and maintains such a magnificent body?"
"I have a workout room in the basement," he replied. "My office is down there as well, so if I get a good idea while working out, I can quickly type it up."
"And that reminds me," I pressed, "how did you find me at the agency? Do you know someone there who keeps you current on new talent?"
"Clay calls me if he thinks a new guy might interest me. Then, I look him up on the agency site," he said.
"But, how can you read the profiles or even get to the site?" I asked, sticking my foot in my mouth.
"Oh, I have software that allows me to speak to the computer. It will read what is at the site, if I ask. Sometimes, it gets is wrong, but most of the time it does it correctly. That's the same way I write my books."
"You're an author? Is it something I may have read? What kind of books do you write?"
"Mysteries generally, mostly murder mysteries," he responded. "The software allows me to write by speaking to it through a microphone. I always have it read each paragraph back to me, because the software still has issues understanding me when I speak too quickly. It can be frustrating when I'm on a creative roll."
"I'm sure it does," I agreed. "So, what kind of characters do you write about? Is it an on-going series of stories about one character or do you start anew with each book?"
"Oh, the same character," Brandon smiled. "'Write what you know' is the mantra of all writers if they have any sense. So, I write about a gay character who has a dog. The telling of each story is with the dog as narrator. I try to make the characters believable. In that sense, Mandy's a great help. She's quite a character."
"How many books have you written?"
"I just finished number nine. It's at the publisher's now. I'm very lucky to have an editor who is also a great proofreader. I'd never have made it without her," he revealed.
"I'll have to read them in that case. They sound like fun. Do you write under your own name?"
"Yes," he answered. "You can google me and find a complete listing of all of my books. I won't suggest that you get them from the local library, because I don't get any royalties from that," he laughed.
He started playing with my dick again. It rose to full length and hardness in well under a minute. "Look what you've done," I smirked. "Now, I'll have to fuck you again."
"I was hoping that would be the case. I so seldom get fucked that I really want a full evening of getting my ass pounded and bred," he urged.
And I did just that. Before I left the next morning, I'd bred him six more times and he'd pumped another big load up my butt in the morning. He also swallowed two loads, wondering if my creamy jizz tasted differently when it wasn't up his ass, but fresh from the fountain.
The rest of my first summer at the agency is something of a blur. What I clearly remember is that I made over $20,000 in those two months. But, when it was time to start my freshman year in college, I was ready to cut back on whoring for the agency. That's not to say that I didn't fuck clients on most weekends. And during the week, I always had Doug to play with if he wasn't working. We're still very good friends, but not lovers. I believe the term is "friends with benefits" or "fuck buddies".
Yes, I did get a call from Mr. Adams. He said he was serious about taking me on that trip to France. I told him I was flattered and, of course, very interested, but I had my education to consider and couldn't be gone for two weeks during the scholastic year. He assured me that he was willing to postpone the trip until June of the following year. I told him that I'd call him after I knew my spring term schedule and when finals would be over.
We went in early June. The first class accommodations on our flight were spectacular. The steward in charge of first class passengers did everything but sit on my face as he made it known that he'd love to take me on. He slipped me his address at the hotel in Paris where he was staying before he returned to the States and his address where the airline had made his home base. Luckily, it was the same city as mine. You know I looked him up as soon as I got home. He was a very hot fuck. We enjoyed several nights together and he offered to fly me as "friends and family" anywhere I wanted to go with him that his airline went.
Mr. Adams and I did have a wonderful time in France. The Loire Valley has so many incredible vineyards to visit as well as great wines and food. The chateau we stayed at had wonderful accommodations for us as well as a knowledgeable chauffeur who took us everywhere we wanted to go. He also made several suggestions for places to visit in the vicinity, including other chateaus (currently occupied as well as ruins), cafes, vineyards, and museums. The chef at the chateau made the tastiest meals I'd ever eaten. You eat with your eyes first, so they say. And it was certainly true with each dish he presented us. Each was a masterpiece. What surprised me was that I actually lost a couple of pounds while I was in France. Granted, we did a great deal of walking when we visited other sites in the area, and none of the food served to us seemed to be loaded with calories, just good seasonings.
He did ask me several times to be his escort for a number of his charity functions when we returned from France. I turned down some of them due to my school work, but about half of them I agreed to go with him. He always rewarded me with a very large tip, as well as my percentage of what the agency charged.
Mr. Adams didn't want any personal entanglements evidently, even though we fucked every time I was with him (except for a couple of occasions when he drank too much). He was always generous and treated me as a valuable person. The movers and shakers in town that I'd met through him were always cordial and kind to me. I don't know if they understood the relationship that Mr. Adams and I had, but if they did know, no one seemed to take offense.
Each summer, I worked full time for the agency. And each summer I made about $25,000. That was certainly enough to keep me in any incidental money I needed that the scholarship didn't pay for. However, in my junior year, I tore my Achilles tendon badly. Surgery was successful, but I never had the speed I'd had before. Consequently, I was dropped by the college track team and had to pay my own way for my senior year. I had enough money set aside, so I wasn't in fiscal difficulty. Mr. Adams had offered to pay my tuition that year, but I told him I could manage it. But, I was very grateful for the offer.
When I graduated, he slyly asked me to come to his home, not going through the agency. When I arrived, he tossed me a set of keys. "You've earned this," he smiled. "You've been a good friend and a great student, graduating near the top of your class." One of six garage doors opened. "Push the key fob," he instructed. One of the cars beeped and flashed taillights.
"You shouldn't have!" I exclaimed. "I don't deserve something this grand," I insisted. It was a new BMW M4. "That's far too expensive. You've already been more than generous to me these last four years. This is way too much."
"I can afford it, Mike. And you're very much worthy of this. You've made my life a joy these last few years. I know I haven't shown you much affection, except when we're in bed together. And I know that we are at least two generations apart, so there is no possibility of a relationship, even if I wanted one. I'm too damned selfish to have another person in my life all the time. So, this is my way of thanking you for being the perfect escort at my charity functions and a good travelling companion. But, most of all, you're a good friend who showed me how to have fun again."
"I don't know how to thank you for such generosity."
"You've already done that. I'm the one who is thanking you," he smiled. Mr. Adams and I continue to see each other. There are times when I'm not on the clock, but he still pays me for my time.
Yes, I do continue to see the hot Marine, the author, and the birthday couple on the side. And the man that I met on my first day at the gym? I'm still breeding him two or three times a week. I've also met several other men there that I play around with, including the trainer that Doug and I fuck about once a week. He's such a pig! Perfect for what Doug and I enjoy.
Will I continue being an escort? For a few years, probably. I'm making over $100,000 a year now, but that won't last. As soon as someone younger or hotter comes along, I'll be history. Perhaps when Doug "retires" from the business, I'll leave too. But, that's still in the future.
Right now, I'm enjoying the hell out of every man I'm with. And for that, I get PAID!