“Pretty damn impressive,” she says, still giggling.
“Thanks,” I say, as embarrassed as ever.
She climbs to her feet and heads towards the bathroom.
The session ends as all they all do, with her cleaning up real quick and then leaving without much fanfare. This is one of the things I love about escorts, the lack of any emotional awkwardness afterwards. It’s done, time to move on. But today it’s bothering me more than usual. It’s as though I want something more, something meaningful. I feel empty without it.
As she’s walking out the door I want to ask her what her name is, so I can ask for her again, but I’m already feeling like this was a turning point in my life, and I know if I ask her for her name I’ll be tempted to call her again. And I don’t want that. At least, I don’t think I do. So I resist. But as soon as she closes the door behind her I’m already regretting it. But that’s okay. It’s time for a new phase in my life. Hopefully I can actually follow through with it.
We’ll see.
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DESTROYING THE PERVERTED ESCORT
Scott Walker is halfway through his third bottle of wine when there’s a knock on the door of his suite.
He takes one last swig directly from the bottle then sets it on the table and heads over to answer the door, the room wavering just a bit from the effects of the wine.
Normally he goes into these sessions relatively sober but tonight he has a different plan; to consume as much alcohol as possible before the session starts. Because even though he’s come a long way in the last couple of months, Scott still has some inhibitions. He’s just wired that way. He’s hoping that if he drinks enough he’ll be able to push past them. He’s not sure it will work out like he’s planning, but he figures it won’t hurt to try.
He comes to the door and peeks out the spyhole. Standing there is a short, fully-stacked, raven-haired beauty wearing blue jeans and an unzipped black leather jacket with only a lacy bra underneath, showing off her huge, glorious breasts without absolutely no shame. With her hair cut in a sharp, edgy style and her face caked with makeup, Hannah plays up her sluttiness to the max, which is exactly what Scott is looking for tonight. A straight-up slut to run roughshod over.
Scott has been through a really tough couple of weeks and he wants to take out his anger on someone. Not too long ago, that would have meant a phone call to Taylor. But he’s spent so much time with her lately that he’s starting to develop feelings for her, which makes it harder and harder to debase her like he used to. That’s not to say that they haven’t got freakier with each other as time has gone on, but it their nights together are no longer rooted in anger. Which, ultimately, is a good thing.
But not tonight. Tonight Scott is pissed off. And he wants to take his rage out on someone. Which is why he called Hannah a couple of hours ago instead of Taylor.
He’s been with Hannah once before, when she tagged along with Taylor for one of their sessions, so he knows what he’s getting. But because he doesn’t have any feelings towards her, it’s easier to see her as just a fucktoy, which means he won’t have to worry about conflicting emotions when he’s treating her like shit.
Hannah knows exactly what she’s getting into tonight. Scott made that quite clear to her on the phone. And she’s fine with it. Looking forward to it, actually. Or so she says, which is good enough for Scott.
He opens the door and lets Hannah in and closes the door behind her.
“I wasn’t expecting to hear from you again,” Hannah says as she crosses the room towards the table with the bottle of wine sitting on it. “I figured you’d give Taylor a call whenever you wanted a night like this.”
“Normally I would,” Scott says. “But I was in the mood for something different tonight.”
“Don’t get me wrong,” Hannah says, “It’s fine with me. I was just surprised, that’s all.” She picks up the bottle of wine. “Do you mind if I have some?”
“Be my guest. I’ll get you a glass.”
“Don’t bother,” Hannah says. “I don’t need one.”
She proceeds to take a long swig straight from the bottle before pulling it from her lips and holding it out towards Scott.
Smiling, he grabs the bottle from her. “That wasn’t a very polite thing to do,” he says before proceeding to do the exact same thing.
“Nobody’s ever accused me of being polite before,” Taylor replies, matching his grin.
“Which is exactly why you’re here tonight instead of Taylor,” Scott says.
“Fair enough,” Hannah says. “She says hi, by the way.”
“Who? Taylor?”
Hannah nods.
“You told her you were coming to see me?” Scott asks.
“Of course,” Hannah says. “We talk all the time.”
“Is she upset?” Scott asks.
Hannah laughs and shakes her head. “No. Not at all. She understands.”
“Really?”
“Yep. She’s flattered, even.”
“Is that right?”
“It sure is,” Hannah says. “Personally, I think it’s kind of pathetic, but that’s just me.”
“Pathetic, huh?” Scott says, smiling ruefully. He’s not sure if Hannah means what she’s saying or just playing a role, and he doesn’t really care. Either way she’s helping him get in the right mood for the evening.
“Yeah. I mean, we are escorts, in case you didn’t remember,” Hannah continues. “It’s not like she’s your girlfriend or something.”
“Maybe not,” Scott
