Escort Fiction
‘So, is your name really Marla?’
‘Yes, that is really my name. What you see is what you get.’
‘That’s cool, that is totally cool by me. I was just, y’know… interested; curious.’
‘I think it’s just more appealing to be open and honest; it shows I’m a high class escort.’
‘I totally agree, and I can see that you are certainly that.’ He looks her up and down discreetly, shifting in his chair as he does so.
‘Thanks. I like to think that my obvious attributes speak for themselves. You don’t have to be so nervous by the way. I came here because you wanted me here. You do want me here right?’
‘Of course — absolutely. I’ve just, I haven’t done this before.’
‘Just relax. We are alone right now. No one is watching you. This isn’t a test or anything. You aren’t going to be judged or marked on your conduct.’ Marla leans back into the chair, uncrossing her legs.
‘I know — I mean, you’re right.’
‘How can I put you at ease then?’ Marla leans forward and places her soft and delicate hand on his shoulder.
‘Tell me about yourself, for a start.’
‘How about you ask the questions’ she purred.
‘Okay, but you get to ask me one back for each question that I ask you, sound fair?’
‘Fair doesn’t have to come into it. I’m here for you. I’m yours for the evening. Come closer and turn around, I’ll work some of that tension out of you. For a young man you seem to be storing a lot of unnecessary stress in your upper body.’
He takes a breath and comes towards her, turns around and leans into the base of the luxury recliner. Her lips lightly touch his ear and he can smell vanilla and cherry on her lips.
‘Are you ready to begin?’ Marla asks. She starts to rub his shoulders.
‘Yeah. You look younger than your photo, I really wanna know how old you are.’
‘I’m forty one.’
‘Oh my god! I wasn’t expecting that.’
‘You did request a mature escort; that is what you wanted, wasn’t it?’
‘Yeah, yeah! Don’t get me wrong. I love mature women…I’m only twenty three.’
‘What do you for a living?’ Marla asks him.
‘I work in television…I adapt writer’s work for the screen.’
‘How interesting. And why did you want a mature escort?’ Her hands continue to lovingly move across his back and he leans into it, obviously more relaxed.
‘Its gonna sound silly, but –’
‘Of course it won’t. Just tell me.’
‘Experience turns me on. People take you seriously; give you respect when you are seen with an older woman. God that feels great, you’re really amazing at that.’
‘Like you said, I’m a woman of experience…’