Chapter 1: Getting Ready to Do It Again

It was time for my second bachelor party and by now I was starting to feel comfortable as an escort and entertainer. With one bachelor party and four escorting jobs under my belt (or skirt to be more correct) I was starting to feel like a pro (“pro” as in expertise, I’m NOT a whore!).

At my first bachelor party I had been scared stiff to start out although by the end of the night everything turned out great. Each time I went out as an escort it just kept getting better and I was looking forward to my fifth “client”.

People ask me why I got into the escort business; well it was pretty simple actually. I was accustomed to getting laid practically on a daily basis at home, and I found that going to a Christian college with very strict rules about personal behavior was a lot more difficult than I had anticipated and when you get horny enough you do things that you might not otherwise do!

Actually, my freshman year turned out not to be so hard since my roomie was my first lesbian experience outside my family. My sophomore year was a lot harder though because rooming with a sexy but virginal roomie left me practically dying with sexual frustration. Admittedly working an escort may have been a bit unorthodox to say the least, but it has turned out to be exactly the remedy I needed. Each date was a new experience, totally different than the one before, and each provided me with some truly awesome sex.

At first I was worried that somehow this would be crossing the line between being a slut (which I am rather proud to be called) and turning tricks as a whore or prostitute (which is NOT something I would be proud to be called). What helped me rationalize it all was I knew the guys were legally only paying for dinner, not sex, and that if we had it then it was up to me to make that decision. A whore, on the other hand, just takes anyone’s money and does what the client pays her to do. I could you could say that to me, being an escort was like being a slut - with benefits!

As I said earlier, tonight was going to be bachelor party number two for me. According to the service there would be only six guys this time so I knew it would be a little different than my first one which had almost twice as many horny men. I still get wet whenever I remember the first one where I had a room full of stiff guys all staring at me with nothing but lust in their eyes and raging hard-ons between their legs making it one of the most erotic experiences I have ever had. Some girls find it unnerving to be looked at as merely an object for sex and not as a real person but I find it incredibly erotic and naughty. I’ve always loved it when men want me just because of what they see, when all they desire is to touch and feel my body and are more than willing to do almost anything just to see it, let alone do anything more.

Now if it turns me on to have ONE man look at me that way, imagine what it is like to have a whole roomful of guys staring at me. Then to be fucked by each of them while the others watched, regardless of their age or marital status, is enough to make me wet and cum over and over again just thinking about it.

As with all my escorting assignments, this one started out as an e-mail from my agency providing me with the details of the party including an introduction written by the guy paying for the girl. I receive at least two or three of these virtually every day but usually they don’t fit the type of party I want to do. Sometimes they were too close to me, others were too far away, or sometimes just the introductory letter scared me away. I figured if a guy couldn’t or wouldn’t take the time to write something coherent and interesting then odds were it wasn’t going to get any better when we met. Finally an interesting invitation came through that caught my eye. It was rather short but to the point: