Chapter 17

His fingers spread my lips as his mouth covers my womanhood - his hot breath envelopes everything and feels awesome, talk about another level of hot box. Extending his tongue and shaping it like a spoon, he pushes in to scoop out what he just ejaculated. Next, I feel his lips pursed on my opening so he can suck out what his tongue can’t reach. “Oh, yesss ... clean that up, Will ... clean my pussy.” I can’t get over how he’s not the least bit shy about this, most younger guys would never do what he’s doing; it’s very satisfying how he cleans up after himself.

When he resurfaces licking his lips, he’s grinning at me like the lovable goofball he is.

“You really like doing that don’t you?” I commend him with a nod of approval.

“Yeah...” he sheepishly admits, “I already like my cum, but it’s even better mixed with your juices.”

“Will, hearing you say that tells me you’re going to make many women very, very happy.”

Just then my phone chimes, it’s a chime I know well and equate with dollar signs. It’s my SW Swim Club app alerting me I have a potential client. I open the message and read:

Hello Ms. Daisy,

We’re a couple in our mid-thirties looking for a fun evening with another couple in your age group, your profile looks great and you’re exactly what we’re looking for. We could not find any male bios on the app, but are there any eighteen to twenty-year-old guys at your agency you could pair up with?

Hoping to hear from you

Angie and Tom

In the requested activities section, they’ve checked off that they’re interested in: Dinner, Drinks, Conversation, Standard Sex, Group Sex, Partner Swapping, Oral Sex, Anal Play, and Watching.

All of this sounds great and I especially love group sex scenarios, but unfortunately, male bios are absent because we don’t have any males in our employ. I sure hate to turn down their request, unless—

“Will?”

“Yeah?”

“How would you feel about joining me for a group sex event with another couple?”

“Really?” he perks up, interested to know more. I read him the request along with what Angie and Tom have in mind for activities. Will is curious but has a few questions of his own. “Is this Tom guy going to want to ... play with me too?”

“It’s a possibility ... how do you feel about that?”

“I don’t know ... even though I like sucking myself, I don’t think I could bring myself to suck another dude ... or any kind of ass fucking.”

“One thing about the escort business is you never have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. How would you feel if he wants to suck on you?”

“I might be okay with that ... but it would be a little awkward at first.”

“Most things are. If you’re up for finding out more, I can message them for details, it’s just common practice anyway,” I explain.

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees. “How will your agency feel about you bringing me? I don’t want to get you in trouble with Jasmine.”

That’s a very good point. Will coming along would mean he’s also representing the Swim Club. “I’ll clear it with her.”

After getting cleaned up, Will and I drive back to Main Street in town to have dinner at some beer dive called Lorna’s. A dive it may be, but damn, they have the best bar burger I’ve ever tasted.

As evening approaches, I drive Will to his parent’s house so he can grab a change of clothes. Being that I’ve paid for the room at the Silver Crest, we might as well stay the night in it. I remain in the car because he told his parents he was spending the night with his friend Allen – as I said, I’m used to guys lying when they’re with a girl like me.

Back at the motel, I call Jasmine to explain Angie and Tom’s request and that I’d like to bring Will along. She’s fine as long as the following are met - he’s at least eighteen, a pic of his driver’s license sent to her as proof will work - the clients are fine with him being my guest - I can fully vouch for his behavior and confidentiality - and that he’s clean, meaning free of any STDs. I tell her he’s only had sex four times in his life and two of those times have been with me - she’s satisfied.

Before opening communication with Angie and Tom, I ask Will if he wants to go by Will or another name for anonymity. He’s fine with Will being it’s a common enough name.

Angie and Tom are thrilled to hear from me. I explain that the only way I can fulfill their request is to bring my friend as a guest. They ask for a picture of Will and I send one. Their response is immediate, YES! The two of you will be splendid! Exactly what we were hoping for.

Tom is fine with anything Will is comfortable with and can understand his apprehension. Angie is open for anything, two cocks at once, some girl-on-girl, all combos. I’m getting wet having this discussion with them, I love these kinds of playdates.

They invite us to be guests at their home for the fun, but I must respectfully decline their hospitality. As nice as they seem, meeting at hotels whenever possible is Swim Club policy. Intense screening and background checks aside, you never know what you’re getting yourself into by entering a private residence; once those doors close behind you, anything can happen. Hotels generally have a means of escape, or at the very least, other people within earshot if the need should arise. Thankfully, I’ve never felt any unease with any of my clients, but I always play it safe.

Angie and Tom are very understanding once I explain what works best for us, they suggest the Marriott hotel in downtown Grand Rapids. I’ve been on dates at that location and it’s a nice place with a fine restaurant.

Having never done anything like this before, they ask what sort of room they should reserve. I tell them to get one with a huge bed, this is a must – ask for a California King or bigger such as a Wyoming King. Will finds it funny how I’m such an expert on bed sizes. What can I say, beds are my workplace. I also suggest Angie and Tom ask for a large shower, if possible; the shared clean-up afterward is always fun.