“No,” he says, letting go of his cock.
“Why not?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Is it because you’re scared?” Taylor asks.
“I think so,” Scott admits.
“Why? Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“I don’t know,” he says after a slight pause.
“You do think I’m going to hurt you, don’t you?”
“Not really,” he says. “I’m just afraid I’m not going to like it.”
Taylor sighs and shakes her head. “It’s obvious you’re nervous, which makes sense. So we’re going to have a little conversation. Hopefully by the end of it you’ll understand a few things.” She sits down on his lap and looks him straight in the eye. “Okay. I’m going to ask you some questions. I’ll start with an easy one. What do I do for a living?”
“You’re an escort,” Scott says.
“That’s right,” Taylor says. “I’m an escort. And what do escorts do?”
“They get paid to have sex.”
“Exactly. Now, who does an escort get paid by?”
“The person they’re having sex with.”
“Right again,” she says. “Their clients. Now, with that in mind, is it fair to say that the more clients that call for a specific escort’s services, the more money that escort will make?”
Scott nods.
“So then how does an escort get more men to call her?” Taylor asks.
“By . . . being good at their job?”
“Yes. And what constitutes being good at your job if you’re an escort?”
“Making the client happy.”
“Bingo,” Taylor says. “The better job an escort does of making a client happy, the better the chances are she’s going to get more calls from him. And if she doesn’t make him happy, then she is in danger of losing him as a client, right?”
“Right.”
“Good. Now do you think I want to keep you as a client?”
“I hope so.”
She gives him a look that she’d give a five-year old. “Do you think I like money?”
“Yes.”
“And we’ve already established that more clients equal more money, right?”
“Right,” Scott says.
“So I’ll ask you again, do you think I want to keep you as a client?”
“Yes.”
“And how does an escort keep their clients?”
“By making them happy.”
Taylor smiles at him and tilts her head slightly. “So you see what I’m getting at, don’t you?”
Scott nods.
“Now, I can’t promise you that you’ll like it,” Taylor says, “But so far I’ve never come across anyone who hasn’t. And to a man they’ve ended up asking for the same treatment on other occasions. There is just something very liberating about giving yourself up to someone else, letting them control you, allowing them to have their way with you. And not only that, but it inevitably leads to better sex down the road too.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because it tends to open things up between people,” Taylor says. “Being on the other side of the equation brings a new appreciation to what the other person is feeling and experiencing, which builds empathy. And the more empathy two people have for each other, the better they’ll communicate, and the better they communicate the more comfortable they’ll be, and the more comfortable they are, the better the sex will be.”
“I take it you’ve experienced this phenomena before?” Scott says.
“Oh, I’ve been through it a few times,” she says.
“I’ll bet you have,” he says with a laugh and a shake of his head. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Taylor raises her eyebrows twice in quick succession. She knows. She definitely knows. A little smile teases her lips. “So what do you say? Are you game?”
Scott takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. “All right,” he says. “You convinced me. Let’s give it a shot.”
She claps her hands and bounces on his lap a couple of times, momentarily slipping out of her role in her excitement. Or maybe it is just all part of the experience. Scott isn’t sure.
“You won’t regret it,” Taylor says. “I promise. Not by the time we’re done.”
Scott narrows his brow in concern.
“Don’t get me wrong,” she says. “There are going to be moments when you’re not so sure, where you’re going to think about tapping out, but just trust me. By the end of the session, you’ll be begging for more. I guarantee it.”
“If you say so.”
“Oh, I do,” Taylor says. “I do. Now, about your little problem down below. Would you like a little help with it?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” she asks. Now that their conversation is over her tone takes on a harsher tone, similar to the very beginning of the evening. Just like that, she’s reverted back into dominatrix mode.
Scott looks at her with raised eyebrows and shrugs. “Yes . . . please?”
“Yes, mistress,” she says slowly, enunciating every word as though she’s talking to a five-year old. “You’re supposed to say ‘yes mistress.’”
“Yes, mistress,” he says, sufficiently cowed.
“That’s better,” she says, her tone lightening. “Now I’ll ask you again. Do you want help getting your cock hard?”
“Yes mistress.”
“I bet you do,” Taylor says, leaning her head in towards his. “In fact, I bet you’d like for me to drop on my knees right now and go to work on your cock until it’s hard, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes mistress.”
“You’d probably like for me to lick your balls, to take them in my mouth, suckle them for a bit, then run my tongue up the length of your shaft,” she says, her face now inches from his and holding his eyes. Her voice is a seductive whisper, her gaze intense. “Then I’d take the tip of your cock in my mouth and start sucking away, dropping my head lower and lower on your shaft until I’ve got the whole thing in my mouth, gagging away with your cock all the way down my throat, choking me, making it so I can’t
