The Male Escort Agency

Before him stood the tall Asian woman, her imposing presence accentuated by the two hulking figures flanking her on either side. Both men looked like hired muscle with bald heads and tattoos adorning their muscular frames. Their thick, sturdy necks hinted at their formidable strength.

"Mr. Jason," the woman addressed him, her voice commanding attention. "Good of you to join us."

Caught off guard by the unexpected encounter, Jason's voice wavered as he posed the inevitable question, "What do you want?" He struggled against the discomfort of his bindings, he winced as the cords dug into his wrists, his mind racing with the fear of the unknown.

"I made you an offer to give up your agency and work for me, but you turned me down," she said as she shook her head in mock dismay. "So, I attempted to have you shut down by tipping off the police, but it appears you managed to charm those incompetent detectives, and the investigation was swiftly dropped."

Frustration evident in her movements, she paced back and forth before him. "Now, I've been left with no choice but to take matters into my own hands," she declared, her hands planted firmly on her hips as she regarded him with a steely gaze.

"Take his trousers off," she suddenly ordered one of her men, who moved swiftly to comply, stripping Jason of his trousers and pants until they pooled around his ankles as he remained seated in the chair. She stared at his flaccid cock with a hint of admiration. "Hmm, so the rumours are true, very impressive," she remarked. "But I'd like to see it hard."

"I'm not exactly in the mood," Jason complained, his discomfort evident in his tone.

"What's your rate?" she inquired.

"Five hundred an hour, why?" Jason replied, somewhat taken aback by her unexpected line of questioning.

Without a word, she extended her hand, and one of the henchmen meticulously counted out five hundred pounds in fifty-pound notes, placing them into her awaiting palm.

The woman strode over to Jason, deftly tucking the money into the pocket of his shirt. "Do you accept my booking?" she whispered seductively into his ear. Her hand was on his thigh and he felt his cock start to stir, despite his predicament of being tied to a chair in an abandoned warehouse.

"Er... I guess so," Jason conceded, his resolve wavering in the face of her undeniable charm. After all, perhaps her proposition offered a chance for escape, and he couldn't deny how beautiful she was.

But she had no intention of untying him. Instead, she gracefully dropped to her knees before the chair, taking his cock into her mouth. Jason couldn't help but feel a surge of arousal as her warm tongue teased the tip of his cock, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. With a delicate touch, she wrapped her small hand around his shaft, skillfully stroking him until he was fully erect.

As he hardened beneath her touch, she leaned back, her eyes tracing the contours of his hard cock with admiration. "So big," she murmured appreciatively, her voice laced with desire. "I wish you had come and worked for me."

She rose to her feet and reached beneath her dress, swiftly discarding her knickers and letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, her movements fluid and purposeful. Straddling Jason on the chair, she hiked up her dress. In the dim light of the warehouse, he caught a glimpse of her jet-black bush, a stark contrast against the pale skin of her inner thighs.

Her arms enveloped his neck, drawing him closer as she pressed her ample cleavage against his face, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling his senses. Jason couldn't help but inhale deeply, his arousal mounting with each breath. As she moved her hips back and forth, Jason felt his cock nestled snugly between her slick folds, the friction igniting a fire within him.

"Mmm, so big and hard," she moaned in pleasure. The sensation of her clit rubbing against his throbbing shaft was making him even more turned on. Meanwhile, the two men remained motionless, their stony expressions betraying no hint of emotion as they stood guard behind her.

She continued to grind against him for several minutes, savouring the delicious friction between their bodies as pleasure pulsed through her. With a subtle adjustment of her angle, she guided his cock to her wet opening, the slick heat of her arousal enveloping him as she sank down onto him, taking him fully inside her.

A long, loud moan escaped her lips as she felt him fill her completely, her slick walls gripping his length with a delicious tightness that sent waves of ecstasy coursing through them both. Panting and gasping with pleasure, she began to ride him, her movements fluid and rhythmic as she lifted herself up before sinking back down onto him. Jason couldn't help but lose himself in the sensation of her tightness surrounding him. Bound to the chair, he surrendered himself completely to her control.

Suddenly, she let out a loud howl, her voice echoing through the empty warehouse as an intense orgasm ripped through her body. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her grip on him tightening as her cunt convulsed around his cock with a voracious hunger. Jason could feel her walls contracting around him, pulsating in rhythmic waves of ecstasy as the climax consumed her.

Once she had caught her breath and regained her composure, she rose from his lap, allowing his cock to slide out of her, glistening with her milky white essence. She turned around and backed up onto him.

Jason watched in awe as she impaled herself on him once more, her movements confident and purposeful as she rode him with renewed vigour, facing away from him. From this angle, he had an unobstructed view of her lips stretched around his thick cock. Above, he caught a glimpse of her darker asshole. He longed to touch it, but his hands were still firmly tied to the chair.

She increased her pace, her movements becoming more frantic as she lifted herself up until his dick was almost fully out of her, before impaling herself back down, taking him deep inside her with each thrust. The relentless rhythm continued, driving them both towards the precipice of ecstasy once more.

As she reached the peak of pleasure, another climax washed over her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. Yet, even in the throes of passion, Jason couldn't help but voice his desire for freedom.

"Maybe if you untied me, I could fuck you better," he suggested.

"I'm not falling for that," she laughed. Turning around, she resumed their intimate embrace, her eyes locking with his as she rode him face to face once more. "Such a handsome boy," she murmured, her hand tenderly stroking his face as she continued to ride him with an intensity that left them both gasping for breath.

As Jason felt the familiar tightening in his balls, signalling his impending release, he began to groan with the overwhelming pleasure building within him. But just as he reached the brink of ecstasy, she abruptly dismounted, her hand swiftly wrapping around his throbbing cock.

She began to stroke him, her movements skillful and deliberate as she coaxed him towards his climax. And then, with a sudden surge of intensity, he came, his orgasm erupting with explosive force, his cum shooting high into the air in a series of powerful spurts.

She continued to stroke his cock, milking every last drop of his release until the final traces of his come oozed out and trailed down his shaft. Then, without a word, she left him there, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, covered in his own cum.

Meanwhile, the two men remained as impassive as ever, their stoic expressions betraying no hint of emotion as they stood vigilantly on either side.

When Mistress Lee returned, a cordless telephone clutched in her hand, a devious glint danced in her eyes. "I'm going to call Donna," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "And you will tell her to give me your full client list in exchange for your freedom."

"Alright, but can you pull my trousers back up first?" Jason requested.

"No," she replied, smirking. With a swift motion, she dialled the number for their office, then held the phone next to Jason's ear, ensuring she could hear too.

"Hello?" Donna's voice crackled through the receiver.

"Donna, listen up, it's Jason," he began urgently, his heart pounding with anxiety. "The lady I told you about has kidnapped me and says she'll only let me lose if you hand over our client list."

"Oh, really, babe?" Donna's response was disconcertingly nonchalant, sending a chill down Jason's spine. Then, after a brief pause, she delivered the crushing blow. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that. That list is worth millions."

"What?" Jason's voice wavered with shock and disbelief. "You can't leave me here, I dunno what they're capable of."

"Sorry, babe," came Donna's cold reply before she abruptly hung up, leaving Jason reeling in stunned silence. The realisation dawned on him with a sickening clarity, Donna, the woman he thought loved him, was abandoning him to the mercy of these ruthless individuals. As the weight of betrayal settled heavily upon him, Jason couldn't help but feel a sense of profound despair.

Mistress Lee's surprise was palpable, her expression momentarily betraying a flicker of astonishment at Donna's refusal. After a few moments thought, she regained her composure, her lips curling into a sinister smile.

"Let's see how she feels tomorrow when you don't come home," she declared ominously, her words hanging in the air like a foreboding omen. With a decisive flick of her heels, she stalked off, leaving Jason in the care of his two guards, his trousers still around his ankles.

It was a long and boring day. Night fell outside and Jason remained strapped to the chair. His guards allowed him to use the toilet and dress himself, but then tied him back to the chair. Meanwhile, they retreated to a table at the warehouse's edge, where they spent the hours with cigarettes and games of cards.

It must have been around midnight when the eerie silence was shattered by the creaking of the warehouse door. In walked two glamorous blondes in high heels and small, tight dresses. Their large breasts were bulging out the top.

Jason couldn't believe it, it was Emma and Emily. The click of their heels followed them across the floor as they confidently walked up to the two guards.

"Your boss sent us to relieve your boredom," Emily announced, her voice dripping with playful desire.

"Something about rewarding your loyalty," added Emma, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she echoed her companion's sentiment.

Jason desperately tried to suppress the smile he felt building inside him.

Emma sat on the lap of one guard, and Emily on the other. They started kissing them, stroking their hard muscled chests with their hands. Soon they had removed their t-shirts. "Ooh, you're so strong," Emma cooed, her fingers tracing the contours of his tattooed biceps with a delicate touch, her voice laced with admiration and desire.

Emily's hand was in the trousers of her guard, moving rhythmically as she stroked him. Emma knelt before hers, pulling down his trousers and exposing his dick. Jason couldn't believe how tiny it was, proudly standing up rock hard but a stark contrast to the powerful presence of the muscular man it belonged to.

Emma didn't betray any sense of disappointment in his manhood. Instead she bent over and took the whole thing easily in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him.

Now Emily stood up, bending over the table and facing away from Jason. He watched as he slipped her knickers off and hiked her dress up, exposing the beautiful hair-covered cunt that Jason knew so well. She opened herself up with her hands. "Fuck me," she told her guard. He stood behind her and pulled his cock out through the fly of his trousers. He turned away from Jason and started thrusting into her.

Emma bent over the table in the same way, and the guard with the tiny dick entered her from behind too. Jason knew what Emma sounded like when she was experiencing the pleasure of being fucked, and it wasn't like this. Instead she was making fake porn-star noises as if it was the best thing ever. He was worried she was overdoing it, but the guard didn't seem to think anything was amiss.

With the two guards preoccupied and facing away from him, Jason's heart raced with anticipation as he watched Donna slip in through the warehouse door, her figure cloaked in black. Moving with stealthy determination, she crept towards him and used a Stanley knife to cut the cords binding his wrists to the chair.

Rubbing the life back into his wrists, they quietly made their way to the exit of the warehouse. As they reached the door, Donna turned back, her voice ringing out with unexpected boldness. "Oi, wankers!" she shouted at the guards.

"Fuck!" shouted the one with the small dick, pulling out he tried to rush towards Donna and Jason. Unfortunately for him, his trousers were round his ankles causing him to stumble and go careening across the warehouse floor in a clumsy sprawl.

The other guard had more sense to pull his trousers up. As he rushed towards them, Jason saw Emma and Emily heading for the fire exit at the far end of the warehouse.

Donna and Jason went through the door and Donna closed it behind them, sliding the deadbolt across, making it impossible to open from the other side. They heard the guard banging impotently on the metal door.

Donna led him to the car park where her brand new Mazda MX-5 was waiting. They dived inside, and Donna wasted no time in firing up the engine and spinning the wheels as she floored it towards the exit of the industrial estate.

As they reached the main road, Donna eased off the accelerator, seamlessly merging into the flow of traffic heading back into London. In the opposite direction, a procession of police cars zoomed past, their blue lights flashing and sirens blaring in a cacophony of urgency.

"Oh, fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Jason in excitement. "I can't believe you pulled that off!"

"Shit!" Donna exclaimed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her heart still pounding with adrenaline. "Neither can I."

"I knew you wouldn't just leave me there," lied Jason.

"Of course not babe," she said, putting her hand on his thigh as they sped through the night. Even more police cars were tearing past them in the opposite direction. "I tipped off our friendly detectives," she said, "But I thought it best to get you out first."

"How'd you find me though?" he asked.

"One of our clients is some big shot at British Telecom with some proper specific kinks," she explained. "She owes me a few favours after I hooked her up with a couple of our toffs who were game for whatever perverted stuff she wanted. Got her to trace the call to our office back to that warehouse."

"Oh, you're a bloody genius," said Jason, full of admiration. "But what about Emma and Emily?"

"They begged me to let 'em help. They've got a getaway motor by the fire escape," Donna explained.

Suddenly, a phone started ringing in the dark of the car. "Ah, me new carphone," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. "It's the latest thing." Jason watched in amazement as Donna reached for a handset on the centre console.

"Yes?" she said, her voice serious as she listened intently with one hand on the steering wheel. After a moment, she nodded. "Thanks, detective," she said, then hung up.

"They've nicked the two guards. Mistress Lee wasn't there, but they've found a load of files and records, including details of all her bank accounts. They reckon they'll nab her soon enough. And they've got enough evidence of kidnapping, extortion, and other dodgy shit to charge her," Donna relayed, her eyes flicking over to Jason.

"You know, all this adrenaline's got me proper horny. Let's find a car park and christen the Mazda," she suggested with a mischievous grin.

They pulled into a layby by the side of the road. Jason slid his chair all the way back and Donna straddled him. Their kissing was intense, as the adrenaline pumped through them. Donna freed Jason's hard cock from his trousers and guided it past her knickers into her cunt. They began to fuck each other hard, the emotions of the night finally finding an outlet.

Jason usually took control and took Donna roughly, but now she was in control. She put her hand on his throat, pinning him to the car seat as she fucked him like never before. Her hips rocked back and forth as she took him as deep inside her as she could.

Jason felt himself coming inside her, but she didn't stop, she just kept fucking him. He stayed hard, his own cum leaking out of her and coating his groin as she fucked him. Their fucking increased in intensity until she finally climaxed, actually screaming with pleasure. Jason released inside her for the second time in only a few minutes.

Panting with the exertion, Donna returned to the driver's seat. Without a word, she started the car and merged back into the traffic that had been flowing past them.

"I've been thinking," she said after a while, "It's about time we made Emma and Emily full partners in the business."

"I couldn't agree more," replied Jason.

Back at the office, Emma and Emily were already there. The four of them hugged, laughing about their exploits. Donna produced some champagne from a drawer and they passed the bottle around celebrating their daring escape.

Epilogue

After working so hard and after all the stress and excitement, Donna and Jason decided to take a break. Donna would only allow them a week, but they flew to Nice in France. First class of course.

The first morning, they woke to beautiful sunshine in their five star hotel. They fucked in bed, and then in the shower. It wasn't until lunchtime that they were ready to go out and explore the beach.

As they walked along the beach, Jason's mouth dropped open, half the women were topless, their tanned breasts unashamedly on full display. Donna untied her own bikini top and joined them.

"I could get used to this," said Jason, his cock twitching in his swim shorts.

They found a beach bar and bought some cocktails. As they sipped on their drinks, Jason looked at Donna and thought about how beautiful and clever she was and how much he loved her. Now they had so much money, he thought, they didn't really need to carry on with the agency. Maybe he'd suggest they move into something more conventional.

However, Donna had other ideas. Taking a long sip of her Pina Colada, she picked up the little paper umbrella from her drink and twirled it in her fingers. "I've been thinkin'," she said.

"Yeah?" said Jason, suddenly getting a sick feeling in his stomach.

"I reckon it's time we moved into porn."