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Ken on the other hand was wide awake and stood up walking toward me as I slowly closed the bed room door.
"Christ Angel I thought he was going to kill you in there." Ken remarked.
I just smiled and began gathering up my things then began dressing to leave.
Ken walked over and put a hand on my shoulder. "You know you're welcome to stay the night." He offered.
I looked up into his eyes. "A whore knows when it's time to go and it's that time."
I didn't want to be there in the morning for a free breakfast fuck so I finished dressing and started toward the door.
Ken moved between me and the door and placed his hands on my shoulders.
"I'd like to see you again but alone next time." He said.
I fumbled through my purse and withdrew an Elegant Escorts business card. Handing it to him I said. "Be prepared to pay a lot more next time. But I'd be yours for the night then. I said.
He looked at the card and said. "I'll be calling."
It was then I thought of a minor complication. "If you do don't mention tonight. My employer frowns on his girls free lancing."
He moved aside and drew his fingers to his lips. "My lips are sealed." He said.
Pulling the door open I thanked him for his business then headed for the elevator.
My ass still stung and I actually feel a little abused. I'd have tomorrow to recover from the onslaught of three cocks hopefully in time for my next appointment.
As I drove home I thought about the events of the last week and a half. I had quickly dumped my football replacement lovers, hooked up with Franklin and turned myself into a high priced escort.
The title high priced escort was just a fancy name for a common whore. I loved the money and to be totally honest love the sex, but the manner in which Frankie referred to me as his whore slut and his cum bucket was stuck in my head.
If I were going to continue in the business I'd have to get used to that kind of reference and that was going to take some time.
To be continued......
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 3 years agoWill romance or eroticism triumph for Angel? This chapter leaves on guessing, and wanting to learn more, in a riveting plot, brilliantly conceived and written by the excellent author.
Anonymousabout 12 years agoA whore is a whore is a cum bucket in all the orifices of her body, no matter what name you give her, even something fancy like a "high end escort". In essence she is not that different from a common streetwalker.
