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Kelly's Diary 072 - My First Bachelor Party

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Chapter 2: Checking Out My Options

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Checking Out My Options - When you're nineteen and horny, sometimes you do things that later seem crazy. Such was the case with me during my second semester as a college sophomore. Fortunately, it all turned out well in the end. Actually, I don't know who had the better time, me or the groom. What's even crazier is I was paid for doing something I would've gladly done for free!

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   True Story   Cheating   Exhibitionism   Masturbation   Oral Sex  

After a fantastic and erotic Christmas break at home, I felt even more “in need” than ever once my second semester started and I returned to what I was starting to call “the nunnery”. Not wanting to let myself get to the condition I was in before Thanksgiving again, I started to investigate my options, including some that I never would’ve even thought about before.

One option which while not that effective WAS easy to do, was to fantasize even more than normal. When I masturbated I started trying to think of crazy fantasies that I would never have considered before. One of my favorite sources of inspiration was the youth group at church. Since starting college I had helped with the youth group at a local church. There were a couple of dozen kids, many of them who were sexually active or at least wanted to be. When I masturbated, I would start thinking about “my” kids, particularly one of the hotter boys and his sexy younger sister who I had a suspicious feeling were a lot “closer” than most siblings. Of course the possibility of anything really happening with them was practically zero but I had some incredible masturbation sessions fantasizing about them anyway.

Unfortunately, even the craziest fantasies couldn’t satisfy me the way a real cock would so I kept looking for more options...

Of course there were some hot guys at school but they were pretty much out of play so far as sex went because of the ridiculously strict school rules and peer pressure. All I needed was one guy to brag to his friends about scoring with me and next thing you know I’d be explaining to my parents why I got expelled for not being able to control myself.

One option after another was considered and then tossed aside. The local hick town didn’t have much in terms of clubs and even if there were, I wouldn’t have dared do anything so close to school. There was always the tons of offers from guys I chatted with but no matter how tempting some of them were, I wasn’t about to give in and take that kind of risk. Meeting someone from the Internet was off the table, no debate about it.

There WAS one idea thing that kept coming to mind and although at first I rejected it, somehow the idea kept sneaking back to the front of the line. After all, taking on some sort of an escorting job was NOT something a “good” girls did. It wasn’t like I was considering becoming anything like the web whores that tease and sell themselves on the Internet on poorly disguised “escort” or “massage” web sites. What I was thinking about was actually working for a respectable and legitimate escorting agency.

After checking out several agencies in the greater Columbus area, I eventually decided to give one a try. The company claimed to do background checks on all of their clients and offer only the ones that they thought were best for me based on my desired client profile which for me was basically “older married guys from out of state”. The clients paid the agency directly so I wouldn’t have to fool with money which addressed one of my biggest worries - being arrested as a prostitute. Of course, I could keep any “tips” but that was strictly between me and the client. In any case it wasn’t the money I was interested in so the financial arrangements weren’t a big deal for me.

The manager explained to me that as an escort I would be expected to be friendly and outgoing which might including enduring some minor groping. However, sex was definitely NOT part of the package - as sold. Anything involving sex for money was left completely up to me which was really no different than any other date I might go on. Of course, I doubted that fooled anyone. Really, why else would someone pay $250 or more just to have dinner with a young college girl? And THAT didn’t include the cost of dinner!

The agency promised to send a prepaid cab to pick me up and take me back home. The driver would even stay in the area in case I needed to leave quickly for some reason. Once I made up my mind I signed all the consent forms and even a few tax forms. I couldn’t help but note that it seemed a bit ironic that after all these years, my first official “job”, at least one that took taxes out of my pay, was being an escort! Not quite like most kids who started at McDonalds or waiting tables.

In addition to the single escort “assignments”, I also signed up for bachelor parties as they sounded like a lot of fun from the way the manager described them to me. After all, If there’s one thing I love during sex, it’s an audience, so these parties sounded like a perfect match for me. As with the escorting gigs, sex was NOT considered part of the package although I was strongly encourage to make “side” arrangements with the clients. It was also hinted that girls who didn’t “satisfy” their customers weren’t given new assignments. All this was fine with me as sex was the whole reason I was doing this in the first place!

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