Disclaimer: When my dear friend, Katrina, and I were at lunch recently we were telling each other about the most-surprising thing that had happened in our lives. When it was her turn, she told me about something related to her work. Since she is the owner of a company (actually a franchise of that company) that offers escort services, I was sure her story was going to be pretty hot, and as it turned out, my guess was entirely correct.
Following is her description of an event in her life, with a little bit of editing to provide words in place of the gestures and facial expressions everyone uses when conversing. What you'll read below is pretty much her story about "the most surprising thing in my life." The names and locations have been changed to protect the guilty, as with all such stories I've posted on the Internet.
PRIVACY, INC.
Well, Shar, you already know that I'm a franchisee with Privacy, Inc., and that we provide escorts for the clients who call us to make the arrangements for a woman, or in a few cases a man, to spend an evening or sometimes the entire night with them. I've owned my franchise here in Denver for going on five years, which you already knew, but you probably didn't know that I worked as an escort for another franchisee when I lived in Miami several years ago. I was hoping that being my own boss would help me live the lifestyle I'd always wanted, as well as give me more time off than I had when someone else was scheduling my work hours.
The first part worked out okay, but as far as having more time off, well, not so much.
Anyway, you wanted me to tell you about the strangest thing that's ever happened to me, so here goes.
Now, this happened a little more than a year ago, and up until then I'd always thought I seen it all, but I guarantee that day was unique, and probably would have been for you, too, Shar. It started out when I got to the office at my usual 10:00 in the morning, and as soon as I walked in the door my secretary told me that she'd just had a "really strange call" from a woman who wanted to talk to me, but the gal wouldn't say what it was she wanted to talk about.
She told me that it was definitely the voice of a young woman on the phone, which is usual enough in this business, and when I heard that part, my first thoughts, "Yep. Another bored housewife who wants to have a little fun and excitement on the side, and get paid for it."
Anyway, she told me that the gal had said she wanted to come in and talk to me, and just as she was checking my calendar, she heard a man's voice yelling at her (the caller) to "remember to tell her that I'll be there, too." Both my secretary and I thought that was a pretty strange thing, because neither of us ever had a housewife come in asking for a job like we offer, and been accompanied by her husband. For obvious reasons.
So, the appointment had been set for 4:00 that afternoon, which was a Friday. My helper and I spent most of the time wondering about what in hell was going on, and inventing interesting scenarios to explain why a potential hooker would need to bring a man to her interview. Maybe he was her pimp, and he thought he'd get more money if we did all the work to find her Johns. Maybe she was a nympho, and needed more sex than her hubby could give her, and he was fine with that, and just wanted to show his support. We finally just gave up and waited for the appointment to roll around, and finally it did.
The window between my office and the reception area is actually one of those two-way mirror kind of things, so I was keeping a sharp eye out right before 4:00, because to tell you the truth I was getting pretty curious about the whole thing. So, that's what I was doing when I saw the outside door opening a couple minutes before the hour, and I saw an older guy holding it open so this young gal could walk through. Well, all of a sudden I said to myself, "Well fuck me! That's surely her father, and it looks like he wants his ******** to be a whore." I guess it's a good thing they couldn't see me like I could see them, because I'm sure my face was just frozen in shock.
Anyway, Michelle called my desk phone to tell me the 4:00 was here, and I guess she knew I was probably looking at her through the mirror, because she winked real big at me. I real quick put on my professional face, then went to the door and invited the couple to come on in, and they did.
I closed the door behind them and told them to have a chair, and when they were looking away from me I stuck out my tongue at Michelle. As they were sitting down in front of my desk, I introduced myself as Katrina, but asked them to call me "Kat," and the guy asked me if I'd said "Kath," so like I did with you the first time we met in the grocery store that wonderful day, I came right back with, "No, it's 'Kat,' as in 'pussy.'
Well, that made them laugh, just like you did that first time, and then the girl smiled really big at me and said, "I like pussy, Kat."
Well, that made both of them laugh, but about all I could do was give them a weak smile, because to tell the truth, there was something about that little girl that was starting to turn me on more than a little.
Anyway, we shook hands when she told me her name was, "Amanda, but please call me Mandy." She then introduced the guy as, "My husband, Bill," which cleared up part of the mystery, anyway. Of course, the first thing I thought was that he was certainly robbing the cradle, 'cause he was at least 50.
I sat down behind my desk and asked them how I could help, and the girl, who looked like she couldn't be a day over 25 at the most, and probably younger, just about knocked me off my chair.
She said, "We want you to sign me up as one of your escorts, and if it's possible I'd like to meet your . . ., uh, what do you call your customers?" Well, I just told her we called them "clients," and she went on with telling me what she wanted.
"Okay, then I'd really like to be able to meet up with at least two of your clients every day, and more than that would be okay with us, if you can find that many. And we don't care if they're men all the time, because to tell you the truth I've been pretty-much 'bi' ever since I was a little girl, and I think if I was forced to make the choice between them, I'd go with girls."
She must have noticed how shocked I was by what she'd been telling an absolute stranger, so she tried to smooth it over by going on with, "I hope I didn't make you mad by saying that, but Bill and I talked it over, and he insists that it's all about me being happy, and he knows how bent I am, and besides, he thinks it'll be fun to watch me going at it with another girl, or maybe more than one at the same time.
"So, is that the sort of thing you can help us with? Or would you rather not?"
It took me a while to get my head back on straight before I could think of anything to say, but after a sec or two I told her that I'd heard of pretty much everything involving sex in the years I'd been in the escort business, but what she and her husband wanted was something new for me. Then I told her I needed to make sure I was straight on what they were looking for, so I said, "So, you want to be an escort for my company, and you want to go out with a man or a woman, or more than one woman, and do it more than twice every day of the week? Does that sum it up?"
She looked over at her husband as she took his hand and squeezed it, then when he nodded she came back with, "Yeah, that sounds good. I know you're probably thinking we're pretty strange people for wanting something like that, but we think it'd be the best way to handle something that's come up with us, or I guess it'd probably be more accurate to say, 'something that hasn't come up."
And then the two of them started laughing, and I just sort of joined in, but I had no fucking idea in hell what we were laughing at. That was when her husband took over.
"Kat, first I want to tell you that Mandy and I are for real, because I have no doubt you're thinking we're just having a joke at your expense. Far from it; we're as serious about this as anybody could ever be about anything.
"The first time I saw Mandy was when she walked into my classroom at the high school over in ___________, and I really and truly just about fainted right on the spot. She was the most beautiful, most vivacious, and the sweetest girl I'd ever seen, and believe me, I see lots of them.
"Since I teach the upper-level classes, that would have been her Junior year, so she was only seventeen years old. Now, I'm bright enough to know that anything other than a professional relationship between a student and a teacher is grounds for instant dismissal, so I forced myself to control my libido and pretended she was just another student.
"I don't know how, but I was able to keep myself under control for the next two years, and never did anything to give Mandy a clue that I was deeply in love with her, and wanted her for my wife. She's told me lots of time that she shared my feelings, but she knew I could end up in prison if I started running around with "jail bait" like her, so she was doing the same thing as I.
"It was the night after her graduation from the school that she came to my home, and when I opened the door and saw who was standing there, I just about died right on the spot. However, she just walked right in, said straight out, 'I've been eighteen [Editor's note: That's the age of consent in our state] for two months, and I'm not in your school any longer, and I'm not going to wait another minute.'
"She then proceeded to unbutton her blouse, take it off and throw it halfway across the room, and then cup her naked breasts in her hands and offer them to me. Well, the next thing I knew I was down on my knees taking off her shoes and socks, and then unfastening her slacks and pulling them down. The second I saw that she wasn't wearing panties, I just lost it and started kissing her where I'd always wanted to, and inhaling her intoxicating scent, and tasting her delicious pussy.
"Since school was out by then, I was a free man and could ask her to be my wife, which I did as I carried her to my bed. As she pulled me inside her, she said it was always meant to be, and we spent the remainder of that night and part of the next morning doing what came naturally. I guess you could say that we were having our honeymoon before the wedding."
Bill then told me about them going to see her parents the next evening, and they told him that they never could control Mandy, and it was probably for the best for the two of them to get married before she "got knocked up by some fucking bum," in her mother's words. So, the next day the four of them went to the courthouse and Mandy and Bill got married, and they couldn't be happier and loved each other more today than they did yesterday, and so on and so on. You know the story, Shar.
He then told me the saddest thing I'd ever heard, and it was that he'd been diagnosed with "super-aggressive prostate cancer," in his words, not much more than a year ago. When it didn't respond to chemo and radiation, it had to be removed, and their worst nightmare came when he couldn't get it up anymore. Mandy told me they went from fucking three or four times every day to doing nothing but him giving her oral. She said she liked that part, but she really did need to "feel a stiffie in my cunt," in her words.
So, that's why they were in my office, hoping I'd put her on my list of escorts. Then she said, "Oh, and by the way, Kat, if the clients could come out to our house to do me, it'd be really, really nice, 'cause that way Bill could watch. Do you think that would work?"
Well, by then I was just about worn out by thinking about their story, so I told her I thought she could sign up to be one of my "girls," if they were truly convinced it was the right thing to do. Then I mentioned the usual reimbursement rates that the escorts received, and Bill just knocked my socks off again.
What he said was this: "Kat, we don't want any money; none at all. In fact, we're fully prepared to pay you for your time and effort in making the arrangements for Mandy to be fucked by anyone and everyone willing to do it. All we ask is that you use your experience to separate out the ones who may be a danger to her.
"I've been begging Mandy to make me her cuckold ever since we got married, and when she agreed to try it about six months after we'd tied the knot, she found out that nothing in the world made her hotter than having a man making love to her while I was watching. I loved that part, too, but for me the best of all was when she made me take care of the clean-up duties. God in heaven, but I love being on my back under her, and know that she's going to have an orgasm from what I'm doing, and that when she does all that semen and pussy juice is going to just about drown me.
"The problem is that Mandy is becoming more of a nymphomaniac with each passing day, and we're having trouble finding enough suitable lovers for her. Then, like an answer from heaven, we saw the advertisement you've been running in the newspapers, and a blinding flash hit us both at the same time, and that's when we decided to come see you.
"Can you help us?"
It was getting close to our closing time by then, so I just gave up any resistance I had and told them there would be no charge for my part in the deal, because the rates we charged our clients were pretty high, since our escorts were all pre-screened and safe. Then I brought up a blank enrollment form on my computer, and entered everything I could. When I got to the part about "services offered," I asked her what would be her limits, as far as what she'd do with and for the client.
I guess I should have known that they were going to shock me again, because Bill told me, "We've been discussing that ever since we decided to come talk with you, and about all I can say is that Mandy has never had any limits with me or the men and women she's brought to our bed, and probably won't with anyone you send to us. She's always loved oral, both giving and receiving, and has never hesitated to swallow. We've been doing anal ever since that first night she came to me, so that's definitely on her 'to do list,' so to speak."
Then Mandy piped up with, "I think she needs to know about me not minding, you know, more than the usual amount of pain."
As if that wasn't shocking enough, the little brat then had the utter gall to smile real big and tell me that, "I guess my only limit would be that my lovers not leave any lasting marks on my face and my arms. My clothes would cover anything else they did to me, I think, so tell them we have most of the things people like to use on women, and then leave it at that. Okay?"
Hell, Shar, there was no way I could say even a single word by then, so I just started typing in everything they'd told me.
By the time I was finished up and had the sheet printed and ready for their signatures, I was able to talk again, so I said, "Our company requires that all new escorts be evaluated by the local Manager. With that in mind, I would like to schedule a time when I could take you to dinner and maybe to a nightclub after, just so I could have some idea how you'll respond to dating a stranger."
The little bitch looked me right in the eye and said, "Pussy . . . er, Kat, why don't we cut right to the chase? I want you a whole lot, and I think you feel the same way about me. Why don't you follow us home and you can strip me and do anything you want to my body. We're got a special room all set up to do stuff to me, and you can keep me in it for as long as you want. Okay?"
Well, guess what I said to the little bitch, Shar?
The End
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Questions or comments? Please write to me at: sharon_smif@gmx.com.
Following is her description of an event in her life, with a little bit of editing to provide words in place of the gestures and facial expressions everyone uses when conversing. What you'll read below is pretty much her story about "the most surprising thing in my life." The names and locations have been changed to protect the guilty, as with all such stories I've posted on the Internet.
PRIVACY, INC.
Well, Shar, you already know that I'm a franchisee with Privacy, Inc., and that we provide escorts for the clients who call us to make the arrangements for a woman, or in a few cases a man, to spend an evening or sometimes the entire night with them. I've owned my franchise here in Denver for going on five years, which you already knew, but you probably didn't know that I worked as an escort for another franchisee when I lived in Miami several years ago. I was hoping that being my own boss would help me live the lifestyle I'd always wanted, as well as give me more time off than I had when someone else was scheduling my work hours.
The first part worked out okay, but as far as having more time off, well, not so much.
Anyway, you wanted me to tell you about the strangest thing that's ever happened to me, so here goes.
Now, this happened a little more than a year ago, and up until then I'd always thought I seen it all, but I guarantee that day was unique, and probably would have been for you, too, Shar. It started out when I got to the office at my usual 10:00 in the morning, and as soon as I walked in the door my secretary told me that she'd just had a "really strange call" from a woman who wanted to talk to me, but the gal wouldn't say what it was she wanted to talk about.
She told me that it was definitely the voice of a young woman on the phone, which is usual enough in this business, and when I heard that part, my first thoughts, "Yep. Another bored housewife who wants to have a little fun and excitement on the side, and get paid for it."
Anyway, she told me that the gal had said she wanted to come in and talk to me, and just as she was checking my calendar, she heard a man's voice yelling at her (the caller) to "remember to tell her that I'll be there, too." Both my secretary and I thought that was a pretty strange thing, because neither of us ever had a housewife come in asking for a job like we offer, and been accompanied by her husband. For obvious reasons.
So, the appointment had been set for 4:00 that afternoon, which was a Friday. My helper and I spent most of the time wondering about what in hell was going on, and inventing interesting scenarios to explain why a potential hooker would need to bring a man to her interview. Maybe he was her pimp, and he thought he'd get more money if we did all the work to find her Johns. Maybe she was a nympho, and needed more sex than her hubby could give her, and he was fine with that, and just wanted to show his support. We finally just gave up and waited for the appointment to roll around, and finally it did.
The window between my office and the reception area is actually one of those two-way mirror kind of things, so I was keeping a sharp eye out right before 4:00, because to tell you the truth I was getting pretty curious about the whole thing. So, that's what I was doing when I saw the outside door opening a couple minutes before the hour, and I saw an older guy holding it open so this young gal could walk through. Well, all of a sudden I said to myself, "Well fuck me! That's surely her father, and it looks like he wants his ******** to be a whore." I guess it's a good thing they couldn't see me like I could see them, because I'm sure my face was just frozen in shock.
Anyway, Michelle called my desk phone to tell me the 4:00 was here, and I guess she knew I was probably looking at her through the mirror, because she winked real big at me. I real quick put on my professional face, then went to the door and invited the couple to come on in, and they did.
I closed the door behind them and told them to have a chair, and when they were looking away from me I stuck out my tongue at Michelle. As they were sitting down in front of my desk, I introduced myself as Katrina, but asked them to call me "Kat," and the guy asked me if I'd said "Kath," so like I did with you the first time we met in the grocery store that wonderful day, I came right back with, "No, it's 'Kat,' as in 'pussy.'
Well, that made them laugh, just like you did that first time, and then the girl smiled really big at me and said, "I like pussy, Kat."
Well, that made both of them laugh, but about all I could do was give them a weak smile, because to tell the truth, there was something about that little girl that was starting to turn me on more than a little.
Anyway, we shook hands when she told me her name was, "Amanda, but please call me Mandy." She then introduced the guy as, "My husband, Bill," which cleared up part of the mystery, anyway. Of course, the first thing I thought was that he was certainly robbing the cradle, 'cause he was at least 50.
I sat down behind my desk and asked them how I could help, and the girl, who looked like she couldn't be a day over 25 at the most, and probably younger, just about knocked me off my chair.
She said, "We want you to sign me up as one of your escorts, and if it's possible I'd like to meet your . . ., uh, what do you call your customers?" Well, I just told her we called them "clients," and she went on with telling me what she wanted.
"Okay, then I'd really like to be able to meet up with at least two of your clients every day, and more than that would be okay with us, if you can find that many. And we don't care if they're men all the time, because to tell you the truth I've been pretty-much 'bi' ever since I was a little girl, and I think if I was forced to make the choice between them, I'd go with girls."
She must have noticed how shocked I was by what she'd been telling an absolute stranger, so she tried to smooth it over by going on with, "I hope I didn't make you mad by saying that, but Bill and I talked it over, and he insists that it's all about me being happy, and he knows how bent I am, and besides, he thinks it'll be fun to watch me going at it with another girl, or maybe more than one at the same time.
"So, is that the sort of thing you can help us with? Or would you rather not?"
It took me a while to get my head back on straight before I could think of anything to say, but after a sec or two I told her that I'd heard of pretty much everything involving sex in the years I'd been in the escort business, but what she and her husband wanted was something new for me. Then I told her I needed to make sure I was straight on what they were looking for, so I said, "So, you want to be an escort for my company, and you want to go out with a man or a woman, or more than one woman, and do it more than twice every day of the week? Does that sum it up?"
She looked over at her husband as she took his hand and squeezed it, then when he nodded she came back with, "Yeah, that sounds good. I know you're probably thinking we're pretty strange people for wanting something like that, but we think it'd be the best way to handle something that's come up with us, or I guess it'd probably be more accurate to say, 'something that hasn't come up."
And then the two of them started laughing, and I just sort of joined in, but I had no fucking idea in hell what we were laughing at. That was when her husband took over.
"Kat, first I want to tell you that Mandy and I are for real, because I have no doubt you're thinking we're just having a joke at your expense. Far from it; we're as serious about this as anybody could ever be about anything.
"The first time I saw Mandy was when she walked into my classroom at the high school over in ___________, and I really and truly just about fainted right on the spot. She was the most beautiful, most vivacious, and the sweetest girl I'd ever seen, and believe me, I see lots of them.
"Since I teach the upper-level classes, that would have been her Junior year, so she was only seventeen years old. Now, I'm bright enough to know that anything other than a professional relationship between a student and a teacher is grounds for instant dismissal, so I forced myself to control my libido and pretended she was just another student.
"I don't know how, but I was able to keep myself under control for the next two years, and never did anything to give Mandy a clue that I was deeply in love with her, and wanted her for my wife. She's told me lots of time that she shared my feelings, but she knew I could end up in prison if I started running around with "jail bait" like her, so she was doing the same thing as I.
"It was the night after her graduation from the school that she came to my home, and when I opened the door and saw who was standing there, I just about died right on the spot. However, she just walked right in, said straight out, 'I've been eighteen [Editor's note: That's the age of consent in our state] for two months, and I'm not in your school any longer, and I'm not going to wait another minute.'
"She then proceeded to unbutton her blouse, take it off and throw it halfway across the room, and then cup her naked breasts in her hands and offer them to me. Well, the next thing I knew I was down on my knees taking off her shoes and socks, and then unfastening her slacks and pulling them down. The second I saw that she wasn't wearing panties, I just lost it and started kissing her where I'd always wanted to, and inhaling her intoxicating scent, and tasting her delicious pussy.
"Since school was out by then, I was a free man and could ask her to be my wife, which I did as I carried her to my bed. As she pulled me inside her, she said it was always meant to be, and we spent the remainder of that night and part of the next morning doing what came naturally. I guess you could say that we were having our honeymoon before the wedding."
Bill then told me about them going to see her parents the next evening, and they told him that they never could control Mandy, and it was probably for the best for the two of them to get married before she "got knocked up by some fucking bum," in her mother's words. So, the next day the four of them went to the courthouse and Mandy and Bill got married, and they couldn't be happier and loved each other more today than they did yesterday, and so on and so on. You know the story, Shar.
He then told me the saddest thing I'd ever heard, and it was that he'd been diagnosed with "super-aggressive prostate cancer," in his words, not much more than a year ago. When it didn't respond to chemo and radiation, it had to be removed, and their worst nightmare came when he couldn't get it up anymore. Mandy told me they went from fucking three or four times every day to doing nothing but him giving her oral. She said she liked that part, but she really did need to "feel a stiffie in my cunt," in her words.
So, that's why they were in my office, hoping I'd put her on my list of escorts. Then she said, "Oh, and by the way, Kat, if the clients could come out to our house to do me, it'd be really, really nice, 'cause that way Bill could watch. Do you think that would work?"
Well, by then I was just about worn out by thinking about their story, so I told her I thought she could sign up to be one of my "girls," if they were truly convinced it was the right thing to do. Then I mentioned the usual reimbursement rates that the escorts received, and Bill just knocked my socks off again.
What he said was this: "Kat, we don't want any money; none at all. In fact, we're fully prepared to pay you for your time and effort in making the arrangements for Mandy to be fucked by anyone and everyone willing to do it. All we ask is that you use your experience to separate out the ones who may be a danger to her.
"I've been begging Mandy to make me her cuckold ever since we got married, and when she agreed to try it about six months after we'd tied the knot, she found out that nothing in the world made her hotter than having a man making love to her while I was watching. I loved that part, too, but for me the best of all was when she made me take care of the clean-up duties. God in heaven, but I love being on my back under her, and know that she's going to have an orgasm from what I'm doing, and that when she does all that semen and pussy juice is going to just about drown me.
"The problem is that Mandy is becoming more of a nymphomaniac with each passing day, and we're having trouble finding enough suitable lovers for her. Then, like an answer from heaven, we saw the advertisement you've been running in the newspapers, and a blinding flash hit us both at the same time, and that's when we decided to come see you.
"Can you help us?"
It was getting close to our closing time by then, so I just gave up any resistance I had and told them there would be no charge for my part in the deal, because the rates we charged our clients were pretty high, since our escorts were all pre-screened and safe. Then I brought up a blank enrollment form on my computer, and entered everything I could. When I got to the part about "services offered," I asked her what would be her limits, as far as what she'd do with and for the client.
I guess I should have known that they were going to shock me again, because Bill told me, "We've been discussing that ever since we decided to come talk with you, and about all I can say is that Mandy has never had any limits with me or the men and women she's brought to our bed, and probably won't with anyone you send to us. She's always loved oral, both giving and receiving, and has never hesitated to swallow. We've been doing anal ever since that first night she came to me, so that's definitely on her 'to do list,' so to speak."
Then Mandy piped up with, "I think she needs to know about me not minding, you know, more than the usual amount of pain."
As if that wasn't shocking enough, the little brat then had the utter gall to smile real big and tell me that, "I guess my only limit would be that my lovers not leave any lasting marks on my face and my arms. My clothes would cover anything else they did to me, I think, so tell them we have most of the things people like to use on women, and then leave it at that. Okay?"
Hell, Shar, there was no way I could say even a single word by then, so I just started typing in everything they'd told me.
By the time I was finished up and had the sheet printed and ready for their signatures, I was able to talk again, so I said, "Our company requires that all new escorts be evaluated by the local Manager. With that in mind, I would like to schedule a time when I could take you to dinner and maybe to a nightclub after, just so I could have some idea how you'll respond to dating a stranger."
The little bitch looked me right in the eye and said, "Pussy . . . er, Kat, why don't we cut right to the chase? I want you a whole lot, and I think you feel the same way about me. Why don't you follow us home and you can strip me and do anything you want to my body. We're got a special room all set up to do stuff to me, and you can keep me in it for as long as you want. Okay?"
Well, guess what I said to the little bitch, Shar?
The End
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Questions or comments? Please write to me at: sharon_smif@gmx.com.
