Diary of a High Price Escort Ch. 20

"Come here my sexy, Asian doll and taste my sweet cunt," I said inviting her to join me on the sofa.

She knelt between my legs and instantly lowered her mouth to my cunt, her tongue probing inside.

"Take your time Silk, enjoy every part of my hot, wet cunt," I said wanting her to pleasure me totally.

She started licking and sucking the other parts of my loins, my erect clit slipped between her lips followed by each petal of my labia. I could tell she would need some training in the art of pleasuring her lovers and made a mental note to talk with her about going slowly while enticing a cock to total erection.

Little by little I began to feel the effects of her oral talents and soon enough my cunt was soaking wet and the awesome pre-orgasmic tingling spread across my body.

"Keep doing me like that, I'm going to cum for you," I said letting her know I was totally turned on by her sexy mouth.

Silk clamped her lips around my clit and moved one hand up inserting three delicate fingers inside me.

When I felt the insertion, I said. "My sexy, Asian doll, how did you know that's what I wanted, fuck me hard and deep with your fingers and keep sucking my clit."

The tingling advanced to numbness as my climax approached and in an instant, my cunt flooded as I came.

"I'm cumming Silk," I gasped as she continued sucking my clit and fingering me deeply. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure coursed through my body as I came hard, her fingers splashing into the sea of juices my cunt filled with. As it began to subside Silk released my clit and moved her mouth down, her tongue slipped alongside her fingers so she could taste my flow.

I reached down and lifted her mouth from my dripping wet cunt she looked up at me her mouth glistening with my juices.

I smiled at her and said, "You have a very talented mouth."

She licked her lips and smiled back at me then said, "And you have a very, tasty cunt."

"Share the taste with me," I said as I grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

She slithered up my body pausing a moment to kiss and lick each hard nipple then press her tiny tits against my big, soft tits. Our mouths met and I instantly began licking and sucking my juices from her face.

I was reminded how different it is to kiss another woman, their mouths are tender and soft and their lips supple and smooth, there was no stubble to deal with and we kissed sensually for a long time.

Her slender body was in constant motion as we made love, her erect nipples sliding over my own nubs of pleasure and our loins ground against one another.

I recalled making love with Laura a few weeks ago and, like then, I was totally in tune with another woman's body, the smooth texture of her flesh enticed me. I wanted to taste her again and said, "Slide up and sit on my face."

It only took a moment for Silk to move up, sliding her knees on either side of my head and placing her hands on the armrest above. As she lowered her loins toward me I inhaled deeply drawing her aroma into my sinuses, a fragrant scent that invited me to taste her quickly. Before I could exhale, her hips pressed down crushing her velvety cunt against my mouth, my tongue darted out and slipped between her wet lips probing inside.

"Oh god, eat me Angel," she said as she began rocking her hips back and forth dragging her wet cunt across my face and nose.

It was clear that Silk wanted to cum, her face fucking motions took on a rhythm that confirmed she'd be climaxing very quickly. Her sopping wet cunt soaked my face as she continued humping my mouth. I could do little more than lay there and let her use me to pleasure herself. Her hips began to convulse and the flesh that slid over my mouth began to quiver. "Oh fuck, I'm cumming," she squealed as her orgasm began.

In an instant, her cunt flooded and she squirted my mouth full of juices, some of which I swallowed and some escaped my lips to run down my face. I've never had a woman squirt her flow at me before but I loved how sexual it was to be overflowing with her hot climatic juices.

As her orgasm ended, Silk lift her loins from my mouth and her cunt continued to drip juices onto my tongue and lips and I savored every drop.

"Oh my, I should have warned you about that," she offered.

I lifted my head and licked at her cunt once again, then said, "I love surprise endings and that was one of the best I ever had."

Silk slid down over me leaving a moist trail wherever her cunt touched me, and as our mouths once again joined she licked every drop from my face. Our tongues intertwined and we kissed passionately while we both recovered from an inspired lesbian sex session.

She broke our kiss, rose off my body and collected her skirt and tank top. As she dressed she said, "I've kept you up way too late, but I needed to be with you, Angel. Thank you for seeing me tonight."

I should have been the one thanking her for allowing me to enjoy the incredible sensation of being with another woman. I got up and slipped on my pink, satin blouse on leaving it unbuttoned as I watched her dress.

"Let me know when Daddy has given you the wardrobe advance, I can't wait to turn you into a classy, high price escort," I said.

"I'm looking forward to that," Silk replied.

I followed her to the front door, this time enjoying the look of a cheap street hooker, knowing that she was going to very much in demand with Daddy's clients. I kissed her lightly on the mouth and she slid one hand inside my unbuttoned blouse to have one last squeeze of my big, soft tit.

"Good night Silk," I said as she walked outside and I closed the door behind her.

I leaned back against the door thinking about the events of the past few hours. She had gone from being my manicurist, a woman who served me a few times a month to becoming my Asian lover. I wondered how often she masturbated while thinking of my sexy body.

I glanced out of the foyer window to make sure her car started and watched as the bright, red taillights disappeared from view. Time for some rest, I thought as I turned off the lights and headed up to my bedroom dragging my satin lounge pants behind me.

I didn't bother to shower before bed wanting to continue savoring the aroma of our sex. Before I closed my eyes for some much-needed sleep I let my fingers bring me to one final orgasm on what had become a very sexual Sunday.

This time of year, the early morning sunlight streams through my bedroom window and unfortunately, I forgot to close the heavy drapes before I went to bed. As I walked toward the window to block the rays of sun that awoke me I heard a car door close outside. I got to the window just in time to see Barry's sedan backing out of the driveway and speeding off down the street. What the fuck was he doing here at this time of day on a Monday morning. I slipped on a robe and walked downstairs to investigate, nothing seemed out of place in the foyer and everything was as I'd left it the night before in the kitchen.

As I opened the front door I discovered what Barry had come by for, under the brass door knocker there was a poster size sign with the hand-written words "WHORE HOUSE". I was stunned and quickly lifted the knocker and removed the poster stepping back inside and closed the door with a resounding thud.

My mind raced, how did Barry discover what I've become and more importantly how would that knowledge affect the ongoing negotiations to finalize our divorce. I looked again at the poster studying the handwriting. Barry has a unique way of printing and the words on the sign matched his style, he had clearly written the words, and delivered the message, but for what end I asked myself.

I thought about calling his cell but decided I should talk to Laura first since she has something we needed to discuss face to face, and now I have something I needed to show her. I folded the poster in half then in half again and slid it into my purse. So much for sleeping in, I was wide awake and made a pot of coffee. In hindsight, it was a stroke of luck that I left the drapes open last night, had I closed them the sunlight wouldn't have woken me and that big poster might have hung on my front door for who knows how long.

With a mug of hot java in hand, I walked to the sliding door to my patio my had my hand on the handle and was about to open the door when I noticed my neighbor Chuck standing in his backyard. Rather than deal with him first thing this morning I turned around and walked back to the kitchen. I'd have a ninety-minute wait before I could call Laura at 9:00 A.M.

I hoped that she could see me later this morning so I filled my mug a second time and headed upstairs to grab a quick shower. The warm shower water while soothing to my body did nothing to relieve the anxiety resulting from the events of earlier this morning. I curled my hair and applied modest make-up, then dressed in a classy gray pantsuit and a light blue, satin blouse. My gray pumps matched the color of my suit exactly.

It was 8:55 A.M. when I descended the stairs, opening the front door to make sure Barry hadn't returned to replace his placard. Laura's office number rang twice before she answered, "Good morning Laura speaking."

"Good morning, it's Angel," I answered.

"Angel, I'm glad to hear from you, we need to meet as soon as possible," Laura replied.

"Yes, we do," I quickly answered.

Her voice reflected some concern as she asked, "Can you be here by ten?"

I knew something had happened and was pretty sure it had to do with the placard Barry had hung on my front door so I replied, "I'm already dressed so yes, I can be there in an hour."

"Good, I'll see you then," Laura answered before hanging up her phone.

I slipped my cell into my purse and grabbed my car keys, the drive to Laura's office normally takes half an hour but with heavy traffic, it stretched to nearly forty-five minutes. Her office door was locked so I lightly knocked knowing she was inside. I moment later Laura unlocked the door and opened it extending her delicate hand toward me. I took her hand in mine and gave it a friendly shake as Laura said, "My assistant hasn't arrived yet this morning so let me lock the door again." She sidestepped me and turned the deadbolt.

"Let's talk," Laura said as she waved me toward her private office.

I sat down opposite her desk as she slipped into her chair. I would have expected some light conversation especially since we had a sexual encounter recently, but this morning Laura was strictly business.

"Margaret, we have a major problem." Laura began. Her use of my actual name while not totally surprising didn't go unnoticed.

I just smiled weakly at her knowing she was about to continue.

"I've received a call from your husband's attorney," Laura said

"And?" I answered.

She paused a moment before continuing, "They've found out about your occupation.

"Did he say how they found out?" I asked.

"No, but I'm certain a firm as large as theirs have several private investigators to look into the lives of people," Laura suggested.

"I want to show you something," I said as I opened my purse and pulled the folded placard Barry had written.

After handing it to Laura, I sat back while she unfolded it, then said, "Where did this come from?"

"Barry hung it on my front door this morning," I answered.

Laura looked again at the words then asked, "How do you know it was Barry?"

"Does it matter?" I questioned

"Yes, we could threaten a trespass complaint if you can prove he was on your property," Laura suggested.

"Well I watched his car back out of my driveway early this morning, and I know his printing well enough to confirm he wrote those words. He's written me many notes with the same style." I replied.

Laura smiled and said, "I'll keep this, we may want to spring it on them down the road." She folded the poster and slipped it into my file.

"So where do we go from here?" I asked knowing she had more information for me.

She looked at her notes and began, "I received a call from his attorney last Friday afternoon, he told me that they had discovered that you've taken a job with Elegant Escorts and wanted to know how you'd explain in a deposition that you've become a common whore."

"He actually said that?" I asked.

"Yes, and in addition, he mentioned that they would also want to depose Franklin Marshall, who is he?" Laura asked.

"He owns Elegant Escorts," I answered.

"If that happened, can I assume your position would be in jeopardy?" Laura asked.

I thought for a moment, then answered, "It could be."

Laura made a note on her legal pad then looked up at me, she had a concerned expression on her face as she said, "They have the upper hand."

I already knew that and asked, "So what does that son of a bitch want?"

She glanced down at her notes again then said, "He wants the house, all the furnishings, and your car."

"And what do I get?" I asked.

"Your personal belongings, fifteen thousand dollars and his signature on the final divorce papers," Laura said looking a little defeated.

I sat back and thought about how much value I'd be giving up, the house and furnishings had to be worth close to a half million and my Benz even on the used market has to sell in the twenty-five to thirty thousand range I'd also be giving up any chance of receiving half of our assets and any alimony the court awarded. In addition, I'd have the cost of finding a new place and paying off my attorney fees. I knew absolutely that I didn't want Daddy to get involved and I'd already stashed enough cash away to handle the expense of a new home, depending on Laura's fees I could either pay on time or ask Daddy for a loan.

"Make it happen, Laura," I finally said knowing I needed this ugly chapter in my life over with.

"Okay, I'm going to ask for six weeks to give you time to find a new place," Laura suggested.

I smiled and replied, "That's fine but I want a signed copy of the final divorce decree delivered to your office before I start looking, sign off on the deed and the title to my Benz."

"That'll work," Laura said as she noted my demands on her legal pad.

I stood up and stepped toward her extending my hand. As we shook hands I said, "Somehow I knew that prick would get his own way."

She just smiled. I had given him everything he needed to rake me over the coals but I was confident I'd be able to recover and move on.

"Call me when it's a done deal," I said just before leaving her office.

It's funny how your perspective changes, I found myself taking notice of real estate signs on the drive home. Looking for a new place while exciting would certainly cut into my time for appointments Daddy might want me to handle.

As I pulled into the driveway I took the time to study my, or perhaps I should say Barry's house. Since I kicked his ass out the flower beds had become a bit overgrown and the lawn, while neatly cut, seemed to lack the attention of feeding and other treatments that made it look lush. I thought to myself, maybe this is a good thing, I would have the opportunity to get a place that had less maintenance and to be totally honest a smaller home seemed to be a better fit.

I logged onto my email server and sent Daddy an email letting him know I'd be moving to a new home, I didn't go into all the details figuring he didn't need to know I'd been threatened with having him get involved in my messy divorce. After sending the email, I decided to take a look at local real estate listings searching first for two-bedroom homes. What my search returned were mostly urban row homes which didn't interest me and condominiums.

My lifestyle certainly fit living in a condo there'd be no outside maintenance and since I don't allow clients to visit my home the second bedroom could serve as a kind of office. I decided to concentrate my efforts on finding a condo. Most were quite generic in nature, boring finishes and kitchens that didn't hold a candle to my current kitchen, but I was looking for a place to hang my hat so to speak, not a place to entertain friends and family.

My search was interrupted by the new email tone which surprisingly was from Daddy. It read, "Angel, what brought this on? I know you love the house you're living in and I feel fairly confident your income can support the home. Please feel free to give me a call if you need to talk about anything. Daddy."

Daddy almost never offers to speak directly on the phone with one of his employees which gave me the impression that he had some concerns about my email message. I hadn't stored his number on my phone so I had to fumble through a bunch of handwritten notes to find it. I dialed his number and he answered almost instantly, "Angel what's up?"

I explained the entire situation to him from beginning to end and told him rather than put the company and him at risk of involvement in my personal matters I felt it best to acquiesce to Barry's demands.

"That's why I'm in the market for different living accommodations," I said.

"I thank you for your concern Angel, but we could have fought him, the founding partners of his firm are clients as well as the managing partner. I could have made one phone call and he would have been forced to back off." Daddy explained.

I replied, "I appreciate that but I've thought about this for a while and to honest I really don't need a four-bedroom place, and the maintenance on that big a house isn't something I care to do myself or pay to have done."

"Have you contacted a realtor?" Daddy asked.

"Not yet, I only made the decision to let Barry take the house this morning," I answered.

"I will get you in touch with a young friend of mine who is a real tuff negotiator, he'll get you the best price on whatever it is you decide on." Daddy suggested.

"That would be great, I don't know any realtors at all," I replied.

Daddy answered, "Expect a call from Rhys in the next day or two."

"Thanks, I will," I answered.

Daddy paused a moment, then suggested, "I'm going to hold off on any appointments for you until you let me know."

"That'd be great, thanks so much for helping me out and caring so much," I said.

I felt good knowing that Daddy would be willing to do anything beyond telling me to get all this taken care of so I could go back to making money for him. I should have asked if he knew of any car salesmen since I would soon be turning the title and keys to my Benz over to Barry. I wondered how long it would be before his little slut Connie would be cruising around town in my car.

As I sat in the kitchen I thought about all the details of moving to another home. I'd have to pack all my clothes and arrange for a mover to haul my stuff to that home. Since it was only a little past 2:00 P.M., I decided to run out and get some supplies. An hour later I left a local U-Haul store with a half dozen wardrobe boxes and two dozen medium boxes. I spent the remainder of the afternoon packing up some of my clothing that I knew I wouldn't need before I moved.

As I had a light dinner I thought about a new car, I really hated giving up my cute little Mercedes and I knew that getting another would be out of the question until my nest egg grew considerably. I'd have to settle on something less expensive and along with that less flashy.

I turned in early knowing that Tuesday would be another busy day but couldn't fall asleep because of all the things on my mind. I finally gave in and took a mild sleeping pill to settle my mind and let me get some much-needed rest.

I woke up feeling a bit groggy the effects of the sleeping pill and a restless night of sleep. I slipped on my favorite fluffy bathrobe and headed downstairs for some java. Once the coffee maker had brewed enough to fill my mug I poured myself a much-needed mug of coffee and decided to head out back and enjoy the fresh air and morning sunlight.