Chapter 24

Cumming while standing up is not my favorite, it always feels like my legs are going to collapse from under me. To steady myself and maintain our connection for my big moment, I place a hand behind her head to gently hold her face to my groin. Sensing my shakiness, Jasmine tightly grabs my ass cheeks with her fingertips digging in to hold me upright.

With the quickest intake of breath and a squint, I grunt, “Ouuffhht!” and let my reproductive system kick in and run its course. Keeping her mouth snuggly fitted around my conduit, I shoot long stream after long stream originating from my vas deferens tubes, discharging from my seminal vesicles to race through my urethra, and out. Yes, I’ve studied the technical terms for both male and female reproductive systems.

At times I can really produce a lot of cum, today I’m hoping it isn’t too much of an overabundance. A taste is one thing, an overflowing mouthful of the stuff is another. Jasmine is really gulping it down to keep up but doing so with practiced expertise. She’s showing no displeasure at what she’s receiving.

Once my vesicles are emptied and I catch my breath, Jasmine continues to suck, drawing out every last drop of semen before swallowing the rest of my ejaculation. Satisfied, she unlatches, sits back, and collects her wits. “Okay, now ... Whew! ... Wow! ... That was nice! Talk about hard to not get carried away enjoying that too much. Haha!” After adjusting her blouse and fixing her skirt, she wipes a lingering drop of my white from the corner of her mouth. Taking my hand, she plants a sincere kiss. “Thank you for indulging me, Will. If I had any doubts about you arousing a woman, they’ve been put to rest.”

“You’re welcome ... and thank you,” I smile.

“Your cum is very good. Either I haven’t had the pleasure of tickling a teen cock in far too long, or you really are a sweet guy. Let’s go with both.”

“I hope I didn’t ... like, make too much ... that happens sometimes.”

“Oh, you made plenty alright ... more than plenty,” Jasmine smiles, “but I like that from a guy.”

“Should I put my clothes back on now?”

“That’s up to you, whatever you feel comfortable with.” Something tells me she’d prefer I remain naked for the time being. Taking a seat across from Jasmine, I lean back and spread my thighs to give her an unhindered view of my candy cane, who knows, maybe she’ll want another suck on it which would be fine with me! Noticing my seductively distracting exhibition, she comments, “You’re just like the Energizer Bunny, you just keep going and going, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I grin back.

“Well, as much as I can appreciate that,” she laughs, “we still have much business to cover.”

“Sounds good.”

“Expect that some clients will want you to make all the arrangements, as in reservations for dinner, taking them dancing, and a nice room ready for later. I can help you with ... this ... until...” she pauses a moment to stare between my legs, “ ... help you with this until you become more familiar with different locations and establishments. Expenses incurred from reservations will be rolled into the overall date cost. Do you own a car?”

“No, not yet. I usually borrow my mom’s when I need to go somewhere.”

“I suggest you rent something nice if the need arises for you to ... drive ... a client...” Jasmine takes another lengthy glance at my erection sticking up. “Uh ... what was I saying? Oh, until you can afford a decent vehicle, the agency will help with rental reimbursement so it’s not out-of-pocket.”

“Wow, thank you!”

“So much of this is about grooming and appearances, nice clothes, clean hygiene, nice undergarments, well-groomed, clean teeth, fresh breath, you’re selling the whole ... package, not just ... your...” her eyes travel down again, “ ... your package.”

“What about his pubes?” Daisy reaches over and fluffs my patch.

“What about them?” Jasmine asks.

“I hope he won’t have to shave them.”

“That’s completely up to him. All I ask is for my escorts to put forth an effort to be ... clean and ... presentable.” Jasmine’s eyes are now solidly fixed deep in my crotch. “Personally, I like his pubes ... such nice pubes ... How he wants to tend to them is his choice.”

“I like them too,” Daisy smiles. “They tickle my nose.”

Having had enough, Jasmine grabs my underwear and flings them in my face. “Oh, for god’s sake! Put these back on, it’s too distracting with you ... displaying everything.”

I smirk, trying hard not to laugh while pulling my underwear up.

With my boy parts covered and no longer a purple elephant in the room, we can return to some semblance of a productive meeting. Jasmine brings up another point. “Although it’s rare, some clients may not be interested in sex at all, they just want your company. You take them to dinner, share a drink, and listen to their life stories. All you need to do is smile and listen, easy-peasy.”

“Ughh,” Daisy scoffs, “even I get those once and a while. Can you believe it? So frickin’ boring ... sheesh! I mean, hello! I have a nice, hot, tight pussy you can enjoy ... right here!” She emphasizes by grabbing her crotch.

“We know, Daisy,” Jasmine rolls her eyes presumably having heard this gripe too many times. “We’ve been over this; they’re paying clients too.”

“I know, I’m just sayin’, that’s all.”

I have a question. “It sounds like potential clients you deal with are quite worldly. I’m just a small-town boy and the farthest away I’ve been is up north to the Upper Peninsula. How will I be able to hold interesting conversations without much personal experience to rely on?”

“That’s a good point,” Jasmine smiles. “Info on your age and background will be on your bio, clients will understand and not expect you to bend their ear with wild tales of exotic adventures. You already have a lot going for you, you’re outgoing, polite, and mature; you have nothing to worry about.”

She covers more details such as never discussing agency business over text or email, it’s an easily traceable record. Conversation in person, over the phone, or through the secure app is preferred.