Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, Slow, .

Desc: Sex Story: Would she remember me?

I had trouble believing my eyes. I recognized her right away even though the last time I had seen her was fifteen years ago and three thousand miles away. I stood there and watched her as she circulated and socialized and I couldn't help but wonder if she would recognize me without the beard and glasses. If she did it could possibly prove to be embarrassing for the both of us.

I decided to err on the side of caution and I kept a close eye on her and whenever she started to move toward my part of the room I moved to a different spot. I was being stupid because the whole purpose behind this little gathering was to introduce her to the people she would be working with and eventually we would have to come face to face. I guess I was hoping I could put it off long enough that something like an earthquake could come along and end the affair. Barring that I could only hope that without the beard and wearing contacts instead of horned rimmed glasses she might not know me.

We had all heard the stories at least a hundred times. How Bill, the president of our company, had gone out to the Left Coast to visit our branch office there and how once he had laid eyes on the office manager it had been love at first sight. He had shared with us, in great detail, how he had pursued her. We all knew he was behaving like a lovesick teenager, but he was a hell of a nice guy and we were all happy for him.

For a year he flown back to San Diego every Friday night and then back home on the Sunday night redeye. Every weekend he had proposed and every weekend she had said she would think about it. Finally Bill was able to pull from her the reason she would never say yes. She loved her job and had no intention of quitting. The Company Policy and Procedures Manual spelled out that while married couples could work at the company at no time could one of them be the direct supervisor of the other. She wouldn't marry Bill because then he would become her husband and her direct supervisor and one of them would have to go. Since he owned the company it damned sure wasn't going to be him which meant to keep her job she couldn't marry him.

Bill's solution to the problem was to issue a revised CP&P with the offending passage removed. You can do things like that when you own the place. Once she knew she could keep working the job she loved she said yes to his proposal, they were married in a civil ceremony and they set about moving her from San Diego to Boston. Next Bill created the Human Resources Department, promoted our office manager into the position and transferred his new bride into the now vacant office managers position (What was it Mel Brooks said in one of his movies — "It's good to be the King"?). Then Bill threw a big party to introduce everyone to their new manager and his new wife.

The last time I had seen her she was on her knees with a black cock pounding her cunt and another black cock trying to hit the back of her throat and on the end table next to the couch were the six fifty dollar bills she had collected for opening her two holes for the two men.

I first met Krisha when I needed a date for an awards dinner I had to attend. I'd never had much luck with the ladies — my own fault — because I was overweight, had a scraggly beard I refused to get rid of (it covered my double chin) and I looked every bit the nerd I was right down to the pocket protector and the adhesive tape holding my glasses together. The women I knew well enough to ask all turned me down so I did something totally out of character for me; I called an escort service and made an appointment. I showed up on time, filled out a questionnaire and after it was reviewed I was told they couldn't help me.

"If you had told me on the phone the date of the awards ceremony I could have saved you a trip down here. All my girls are booked for that night."

She sat there looking at me for several moments and I could tell she was thinking of something. Finally she said:

"I might be able to help you, but I will warn you ahead of time that the girl I'm thinking of doesn't have many of the social graces. She is great looking if all you need is 'arm candy', but she can be a little raw sometimes."

"Arm candy will work for me."

She wrote down a name and number on a piece of paper and handed to me. "Once again let me say that Krisha can be pretty raw at times. It is one of the reasons I won't hire her."

"If she can get me through the awards dinner I'll be happy."

"Good luck."

I called the number and asked for Krisha and the woman who answered said that it was she. I introduced myself and told her that Millie from Sunset Escorts had recommended her and that I wanted to avail myself of her services.

"You're kidding right?"

"No, no I'm not."

"She won't hire me to work for her but she recommends me? Ain't that a kick in the ass. You want me to come to your place or do you want to come to mine?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"Okay, I'll come to you. It will keep me from having to pick up the place. Where do you live and how do I get there?"

When I answered her knock I was stunned and I was speechless. She was drop dead gorgeous and for her to be on my arm at the awards dinner would be to defile her beauty.

"What's the matter sugar? We aren't all skanks. Some of us aren't half bad."

I finally got my act together long enough to step aside and let her in my apartment. She took a look around and then she walked over to me and tugged on my beard as she asked:

"You aren't a cop are you? No, not with that skuzzy beard."

She dropped on the couch and said, "Okay, to business. A straight fuck is a hundred dollars, blow jobs are seventy-five, a half and half is one fifty and I don't do anal. An all night is four hundred. What's your pleasure?"

I was too stunned to speak and she said, "Come on sugar, time is money and you are wasting it."

I finally managed to pull myself together and said, "I'm afraid there has been a terrible mistake made here. I'm afraid I've made you waste your time in coming over here. Those um, ah services you mentioned are ah, um, not what I was looking for."

"What sugar, you into whips and chains, want to be peed on? I'm open to almost anything as long as my pain isn't part of it."

"No no, nothing of a sexual nature."

"You have to spell it out for me sugar, I'm not a mind reader."

I told her about my meeting with Millie and the outcome and how Millie had said Krisha might be able to help me and had given me her number. Krisha gave me a long look and then said:

"No problem sugar, we can work it out. Millie gets seventy-five an hour and she keeps twenty-five and the girl gets fifty. So, with Millie out of the picture we are talking fifty an hour and that is door to door. By that I mean I'm on the clock from the time you pick me up at my place until you bring me back to my place. How many hours are we talking here?"

"Cocktail hour at six, dinner at seven, awards at eight and then an hour to circulate and shake hands and congratulate the winners. We should be done by ten. That's four hours plus ravel time to and from."

"Where is the dinner?"

"The Raddison."

"The one on Parker or the one on Custis?"

The one at Custis and Longmont."

"Okay then, half an hour each way so we are talking five hours or two hundred and fifty. You sure you want to go to this thing? For that money you could get laid twice and get a blow job."

"I'm sure that I would enjoy that more than the dinner, but I'm afraid that I have to be there."

"You going to win something?"

"No, but my brother might and he wants me there."

"Okay sugar, it's your money. When?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Got a pen or a pencil and a piece of paper?"

I pulled a pen out of my pocket protector and a memo pad out of my jacket pocket and wrote down her address. She got up to leave and when she got to the door she said:

"Just so we understand each other here sugar, the two fifty doesn't include sex. Sex is extra.

I rang her door bell right at five-thirty and when she opened the door she took my breath away. She was heart stoppingly beautiful. She looked elegant but sexy in a black cocktail dress, black heels and a single strand of pearls around her neck.

"Stop drooling sugar; it will drip down and ruin tour necktie."

All eyes were on us (on her actually) from the moment we walked in the door. I found my brother, introduced him to Krisha and watched him drool for a minute before taking Krisha and working my way around the room saying hello to the people I knew. Then it was time for dinner and the awards. My brother didn't win, but he did get an honorable mention and after the ceremony we circulated and congratulated the winners. I got involved in a conversation with two guys I knew and Krisha excused herself to go to the ladies room.

I know it sounds stupid, but not being used to having a woman on my arm I sort of lost track of Krisha as I moved around shaking hands and offering congratulations. It must have been forty minutes or so before my brother came up to me and asked me where my date was. I looked around and didn't see her so I told him she had gone to the bathroom and then I went looking for her. I found here in the hallway leading to the restrooms. She was backed up against the wall by some guy who seemed to be making angry gestures and, to me anyway, it looked as if Krisha wanted to get away from him.

I walked toward them:

"Oh there you are. Ready to go?"

The guy turned to me and said, "Take a hike buddy."

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