The one self-promise I never broke was having an edge over men. Possessing power over them made me believe they would treat me with respect. There was no way I would let a man pull a fast one over me. That’s one of the reasons I became an escort. I knew that most men acted on their desire to have sex with an escort, and I would have the upper hand by fulfilling that role.
“There’s a guy for you in room 12,” said Victoria.
I shifted my bra in the corridor so that my perky tits would be more visible. My eyebrows raised as I walked into the room and saw a man sitting on the corner of the bed with his head bowed. His clasped hands were pressed against his lips. I frowned since his posture didn’t convey that he was aroused. It was the first time I saw someone look distraught when I entered the room.
“Hi,” I said.
His lips were tight as he glimpsed at me and nodded. I sat beside him on the bed and rubbed his back. He kept looking at the floor. “Everything okay, honey?” I asked. He shook his head. “You wanna talk about it?” That was not the norm. The etiquette was to get undressed, have sex and leave. Yet, there was something troubling about the man who made me empathetic.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring my problems to your place of work.”
“Not a problem. You wanna talk about it?”
“It’s stupid. I’m so embarrassed.”
“It’s okay,” I said, rubbing his back. “Whatever you say will remain between us. Nobody’s going to know, and I’m not judgemental.”
He looked at the ceiling and puffed before cusping his hands over his nose and mouth. “My wife had an affair with the gardener.” He pressed his fist against his mouth and closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. You okay?” He shook his head. “What’s your name?”
“Jim.”
“I’m Amanda,” I said, rubbing his leg. “You sure you don’t wanna talk about it?”
“It’s not your problem. I’m sorry for wasting your time. It was stupid of me to come here.”
“No, no, no. Don’t be so hard on yourself,” I said before squeezing his shoulders. “You just relax and tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I thought that coming here would be retribution for what she did to me, but I can’t bring myself to do it. There’s no way I could do that to the woman I’ve been married to for almost 20 years.”
“You poor thing. You must be devastated.”
When he opened his eyes, I saw tears. He wiped his eyes and sniffed. “I should get going,” he said. “I don’t want to waste your time. I’m really sorry.”
“No, don’t go. I don’t want you to go out there and be in an accident or hurt yourself in any way.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way. I appreciate what you’re doing, and I want to stay, but I’m not prepared to pay for sex right now.”
I pressed my finger on his lips. “Shhh. Since your heart is broken, I’ll make this one on the house.”
After raising my feet onto the bed, I shifted behind him before kneeling to massage his back. The tension in his shoulders subsided after I kissed the back of his neck and told him that he was handsome.
He twisted his neck and moaned. I smiled while remembering the power I had over men. A touch from me was all it took for them to get aroused.
He reclined on the bed after I unbuttoned his shirt. I unzipped his pants and kissed his abdomen before pulling his pants down.
I smiled as I saw his bulging underwear. After I pulled it down, he moaned as I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked it. Then, I parted his legs wider and licked his balls. His eyes were closed as a smile flitted across his face. I pulled off my g-string before slipping a condom on his rock-hard cock.
Jim’s girth filled up my pussy, and his cock pounded my g-spot as I bobbed on top of him. My mouth was agape as I closed my eyes and craned my head up to scream.
He squeezed my tits and bit his lip. I saw that he wanted to taste my nipple, so I leaned forward. Jim raised his head off the bed and circled his tongue around my nipple.
He grabbed my hips as I faced my back to him, and he thrust. My hair cascaded off my back as I craned my head up and shouted, “Oh, God. Yes!” Jim thrust faster.
I reclined to lay on his chest, and he rubbed my clitoris. I grimaced and clenched my teeth. That was one of the few times a guy managed to stimulate my g-spot and clit simultaneously. My face flushed when I reached a climax. Jim thrust harder, and I squirted. I sputtered screams in sync with the fluid spurting on the floor.
I bowed my head and panted after all of the fluid had dripped out of my pussy. My face was covered with sweat. Although it was brief, that was one of the best bangs I had.
“Thanks. I feel so much better,” said Jim. “I’m a bit ashamed that I still went through with it, but you’re so special. You’re one in a million.”
I smiled before pecking his cheek.
Our fingers intertwined as I walked him to the door. I hugged him and told him to get a good night’s sleep. He smiled and nodded. I was proud of myself for mending his broken heart.
In the make-up room, I was putting lipstick on when Shania came in and sat at the adjacent mirror.
“Saw you walk a guy out. He looks familiar,” she said.
“Maybe he reminds you of someone. He hasn’t been here before.”
Shania’s eyes narrowed. “No, no, no. I’m fairly certain that I’ve been with him.” Her eyebrows raised. “Oh, yes. Now I remember. He came here about two months ago, and he was heartbroken. Said something about his wife cheating on him with a gardener.”
My head snapped in her direction. “Are you sure that was him?”
“Definitely. I think his name was Jimmy or James.”
“Jim?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
My lips tightened as I clenched my teeth. “That son of a bitch.”
I scampered out and went to the surveillance room. All of the rooms had video cameras in case we needed evidence to present in court if some guys got out of hand.
I got the footage of us having sex, then went to Victoria to get Jim’s credit card details.
I hopped into the car and drove to Jim’s house. Only one car was in front of the garage. After I scoped out the place for about ten minutes, a woman stepped out. I approached her.
I returned to the house the following day and parked across the road before Jim arrived home. He walked inside, then stormed out of the house fifteen minutes later. The tires screeched as he pulled off.
I went inside the house and walked to the bedroom. Jim’s wife and the gardener were getting dressed.
“Oops,” I said.
They smiled.
“Your plan worked like a charm, Amanda,” said Jim’s wife. “He threatened me with divorce and said that I wasn’t going to get anything because I was the cheater. It’s a good thing I sent the tape to my lawyers yesterday and told them to file papers for divorce.”
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