Chapter 4

Sandra stared unbelieving at the money in her hand.

“You know ... this is more than I earn in a month...” Her voice tailed off.

“More than both of us ... well not quite. But it’s a big chunk of cash,” Paul quipped.

Her mind was racing. The thought of being paid for sex was both thrilling and slightly unsettling. She had never been a materialistic person, but the reality of holding that much money in her hand, for a night of pleasure, was a heady feeling.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, love?” he asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up from the envelope, the crispness of the notes a stark contrast to the messy kitchen table. “I’m just ... I’m trying to process it all,” she admitted, her voice a soft murmur. “The money, the sex, the ... the fact that someone paid for it.”

He nodded, his own thoughts tangled with the newfound reality. He knew he had enjoyed watching her with Marcus, but the actual exchange of money was a game-changer. He took a step closer, his thumb brushing her cheek gently. “What are you thinking?”

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching his. “I’ve never done anything like this before.” She paused, the words feeling strange on her tongue. “But it’s also ... it’s a turn-on. Knowing someone found me ... desirable enough to pay for it.”

His gaze grew more intense, his hand sliding down to caress her arm. “It’s not just the money, though, is it?” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you? The thrill, the power you had over him?”

She bit her lower lip, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “I did,” she confessed, the words slipping out with surprising ease.

His eyes gleamed with excitement. “And the thought of doing it again ... with other men? For money?”

Her heart raced at the proposition. “I ... I don’t know,” she murmured, though the pulsing between her legs told a different story. The allure of financial freedom mixed with the illicit thrill was intoxicating. Her eyes searched his, a blend of excitement and apprehension. She had never considered herself to be the type of person who would sell her body, but the idea was starting to take root in her mind. “What would it involve?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, darling,” he murmured.

Her thoughts swirled with the implications of what he was suggesting. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her nipples, already sensitive from the previous night’s activities, tightened at the thought.

“What if someone ... what if things get out of hand?” she asked, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and excitement.

He took her hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring. “We’d be smart about it,” he said, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “Maybe go through an agency to start with.”

She considered this, her breath catching as she recalled the wild night they had shared with Marcus. “Okay,” she finally said, her voice small but resolute. “But I don’t want to do this alone. You’ll be with me every step of the way, right?”

He pulled her into a tight embrace, his cock already beginning to stir at the thought of their new venture. “Always,” he assured her, kissing the top of her head.

The conversation turned to the practicalities of her new profession. They discussed rates and services, the types of men she - and he - would be comfortable with, and the need for discretion. She was surprised at how natural it felt to talk about sex in such a frank and businesslike manner with him. It was as if a new, sexually empowered version of herself had been unlocked by the events of the previous night.

He suggested that she get checked out by a doctor before they started, ensuring that she was healthy and ready for the physical demands of her new job. The idea of someone paying for her to have sex was still a bit surreal to her, but the excitement grew as they talked through the details. She felt a sense of control that she hadn’t felt in her previous relationships.

They decided to start small, maybe a couple of nights a week, and take it from there. She would continue her work as a cleaner but would also begin to accept clients for private sessions. They agreed that he would always be present in the house for these encounters, for her safety and peace of mind ... He took it upon himself to handle the business side of things, setting up an anonymous profile online for her via an agency. He posted tasteful photos that accentuated her natural beauty and listed her services and rates, and then loaded it up.

It was only a couple of hours later when her phone buzzed with a notification. She picked it up, her eyes widening as she read the message. “Looks like I’ve got my first booking,” she announced, her voice quivering with a mix of excitement and nerves.

He leaned over to look at the screen. “Already?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. The message was from the agency, confirming an overnight incall with a client who had seen her profile and was eager to meet her. The client’s name was Mr Blackwell – probably an alias - and he had requested Sandra exclusively for the following night.

The next morning felt quite surreal. She made her way to work as usual but her thoughts revolved entirely around the evening’s events. As the day wore on the reality of what lay ahead began to settle in, and with it, a growing sense of panic. What if she didn’t satisfy Mr. Blackwell? What if he was into something she didn’t like or wasn’t ready for? Her mind raced with scenarios, each more daunting than the last. But then she thought of the money. That seemed equally unreal, that she could possibly earn enough in one night to pay their rent and bills for the next two months.

For his part Paul made sure the bedroom was spotless, the bed dressed in fresh, clean sheets, not a speck of dust to be seen. But as he surveyed the room he had some doubts that anyone who was prepared to spend a substantial amount of money for female company overnight was going to be particularly impressed by the current décor. But it was too late to back out now.

She arrived back home a little early and immediately went to take a shower. It was an hour or so before Mr Blackwell was due to arrive so she had plenty of time. As the hot water cascaded over her, she touched herself, her mind wandering to what Mr. Blackwell might look like, what he would want from her, and how she would make him feel. Her hand travelled down to her clit, lightly teasing it as she imagined his hands on her body, exploring every inch. The water bouncing off her skin only added to the sensation, making her nipples harden with arousal.

Stepping out of the shower, she took her time to pick out an outfit that she felt was both alluring and comfortable. She decided on a red lingerie set that hugged her curves in all the right places. She knew it would leave just enough to the imagination before the main event. She applied her makeup with precision, going for a natural look that highlighted her features without seeming overly done-up.

The clock showed 7:30 pm, and her heart began to race. She had half an hour to compose herself before Mr. Blackwell’s arrival. She took a few deep breaths and walked into the bedroom, admiring the effort her partner had put into setting the scene. She slipped into her red lingerie, the material caressing her skin as if whispering sweet nothings of reassurance. She felt sexy and powerful, ready to take on this new role. She finished the ensemble with some heels and finally slipped a figure hugging red lace dress over her head, tying the knot at the back before running her hands over the soft fabric as if to reassure herself. She had bought the outfit especially figuring it would be a good investment for the business. She had decided to go for the slutty look figuring that she could hardly go wrong there. The dress was short, very short showing off her legs to best effect. The bust was see-through, the fine netting providing little to obscure the view of her breasts and nipples. At the last minute she chickened out and swapped bras for one providing at least some semblance of cover. She posed this way and that in front of the mirror until she was as satisfied as she could be with the overall effect. Then, and only then, did she make her way downstairs. She was pleased to see her boyfriend’s eyes almost pop out. At least one man was happy with her efforts.

“What do you think?” she asked teasingly.

His gaze roamed over her body, the desire in his eyes unmistakable. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her in her seductive attire, feeling his own excitement build. “You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

The room was dimly lit with a soft jazz playlist humming in the background. The scent of vanilla filled the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. He had gone all out to make sure that the first client would feel at ease and pampered in their home. They sat on the plush sofa, their legs entwined, as the minutes ticked by. The anticipation was palpable, a heady mix of excitement and nerves.

“Remember, just do what you’re comfortable with,” he whispered, his hand caressing her thigh. “You can always say no to anything you don’t like.”

She nodded, her stomach doing flips as the doorbell chimed. She had never felt so exposed and yet, there was an undeniable thrill to it.

Paul stood, smoothing his shirt and walked to the front door. He took a deep breath and pulled the door open, revealing Mr. Blackwell, a well-built, handsome man in his forties, with a height that towered over him and close-cropped hair that gleamed under the hall light...

Their visitor stepped in, his eyes immediately drawn to Sandra, sitting gracefully on the sofa, her legs crossed in a way that suggested both innocence and a hint of the tantalizing promise to come. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit that hugged his muscular frame, and the scent of expensive cologne wafted in with him.

“Good evening,” he said, his voice a smooth baritone that seemed to resonate through the room. He extended a hand to Paul, who took it firmly, the exchange a silent acknowledgment of the transaction about to unfold. “And this must be the lovely Carina,” Mr. Blackwell said, turning his gaze to her, his eyes lingering on her exposed cleavage before meeting hers.

She felt a shiver run down her spine as he approached, the eroticism of the moment enhanced by his use of her ‘working’ name. His confidence was palpable, and she couldn’t help but be drawn to his magnetic presence. She stood up, the dress clinging to her curves as she offered her hand. His grip was firm, and when their eyes met, she felt a jolt of desire. His gaze was dark and intense, as if he could see right through her.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Mr. Blackwell said, his voice a seductive purr.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she told Mr. Blackwell. Her heart pounded in her chest, her nerves a tight coil of anticipation. She watched as he took in the ambiance, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the candles and the bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.

His gaze remained locked on her. He had a commanding presence, one that seemed to suck the air from the room. “I see you’ve taken my preferences to heart,” he said, a smouldering smile playing on his lips as he took a seat next to her.

Paul, eager to play the good host, offered, “Would you like a shower, Mr. Blackwell?” He had anticipated that their client might be tired after a long day in the City.

“Oh call me David, please. We have no need for such formalities surely. And yes, that is so thoughtful. Do you have a spare robe. I’m afraid I’ve come quite unprepared?” he added.

Paul nodded, his gaze shifting from their guest to her and back. “Of course, David. The bathroom is just down the hall, second door on the right.”

She stood and led him through the hallway, the click of her heels on the hardwood floor echoing through the corridor. She felt his hand graze the small of her back, sending a shiver down her spine. When they reached the bathroom, she turned to him and offered a soft smile. “Take your time,” she said, her voice a whisper of promise. “There’s no hurry.”

The sound of running water filled the quiet house, and her mind raced with possibilities of what the night would bring. She knew that he was expecting a full service, and she was determined to exceed his expectations. She took a deep breath and focused on the task ahead, her body buzzing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. As the water grew quieter, signalling the end of his shower, she felt a rush of heat between her legs, her new role as an escort adding an exciting twist to this novel encounter.

When he emerged from the bathroom, the sight of him in just Paul’s white robe made her knees weak. His toned body was on full display, the fabric barely concealing the outline of his manhood. He looked like a Greek god who had just stepped out of a steamy bath, and she couldn’t help but feel a jolt of desire. She handed him a glass of chilled champagne, their fingers brushing together, sending a spark through her.

They sat on the sofa, the conversation flowing easily despite the underlying tension of what was about to happen. They talked about the weather, his work, and his recent trip to Paris. He was something in the City he revealed. She listened attentively, her eyes never straying from his, the air between them growing thick with sexual tension.

As he took a sip of his champagne, his gaze lingered on her cleavage, his thumb tracing the rim of the glass. “Your partner has quite the taste in women,” he said, his voice low and appreciative.

She felt a blush creep up her neck, her cheeks flushing. “Thank you,” she replied, her voice a seductive purr.

“Shall we?” she asked, gesturing towards the stairs with a graceful tilt of her head. He nodded, placing his now empty glass on the side table with a gentle clink. He stood, the robe falling open slightly to reveal his muscular chest, and she couldn’t help but stare. His body was a testament to discipline and good living, and she felt a thrill at the thought of it being shared with her for the night. He glanced towards Paul who simply nodded settling himself down on the sofa to watch a programme on his phone.

They ascended the stairs, the tension palpable between them, their eyes locked in a silent understanding. In the bedroom, she turned to him, her heart racing. “Is there anything specific you’d like to start with?” she whispered, her voice a siren’s call.

He took another sip of champagne, his eyes never leaving hers. “I want to savour every moment,” he replied, setting the glass aside. He reached out and gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. “Let’s begin with a slow dance, shall we?”

The music from downstairs switched to a slow jazz tune, and she melted into his arms. His hand slid down to the small of her back, pressing her against him, and she felt the heat of his erection through the fabric of the robe. They moved in sync, their bodies brushing together as if they had been dancing for years. The sensation of his bare chest against her breasts was electrifying, and she found herself leaning in to him, eager for more.

Without breaking the rhythm, his hand slid from her back to the knot of the dress at her neck. With a practised motion, he untied it, and the fabric began to slip from her shoulders. Her breath caught as the dress fell to her waist, exposing her breasts to the cool air. The sight of her near nakedness seemed to drive him wild, and he groaned, his hands sliding down to cup her firm mounds, thumbs grazing her erect nipples through the lacy material. She felt a surge of desire, her body responding to his touch like a finely tuned instrument.

With a final twirl, the dress fell to her feet, leaving her in just the red lingerie and heels. The contrast of the stark red against her pale skin was tantalizing, and his eyes devoured the sight. “You’re even more stunning than I imagined,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He moved backwards and sat on the side of the bed

With a coy smile, she reached down and began to unhook her bra, her breasts bobbing out into the dim light. His eyes widened, and she watched as his pupils dilated with want.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to trace the swell of her breasts.

With a seductive smile, she stepped out of her thong, letting it fall to the floor. She was now completely naked before him, her body exposed and ready for his pleasure. The light from the bedside lamp painted her in a soft, golden glow, highlighting the curves and dips that made her so desirable. She watched as his gaze travelled down her body, lingering on her bare pussy, the soft petals spread and already glistening with anticipation.

He gestured for her to approach him, his eyes never leaving hers as she complied. He placed his hands on her shoulders urging her to kneel in front of him. Her eyes locked on his, as she moved closer to him, the warmth of his body calling to hers.

The moment she was within reach, his hand found its way to her hair, gently guiding her face towards his crotch. She didn’t resist; instead, she leaned in, feeling the heat of his desire against her cheek. She took him in her mouth, her tongue flicking against the tip as she began to suck with a passion that surprised even her. His grip on her hair tightened, and she heard his sharp intake of breath as she took him deeper.

The sensation of his cock filling her mouth was exhilarating. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke in time with her mouth. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt his legs tense and knew he was enjoying every second of her rapt attention.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Paul tried to distract himself with his phone, his eyes darting to the clock every few minutes. His mind, however, was anything but focused on the screen in front of him. Instead, he was consumed by thoughts of what was happening in the room above. He couldn’t help but picture her in all manner of positions, and the thought was both thrilling and slightly unsettling. His own erection strained against his trousers, a silent testament to his arousal. He had never felt so conflicted – a mix of pride in her beauty and skill, and the unshakable feeling of possessiveness

The sound of their muffled moans from time to time reached his ears, and he couldn’t resist the urge to creep closer to the stairs. He leaned against the banister, his heart hammering in his chest. He could almost see the scene unfolding in his mind’s eye: Her lips stretched around the stranger’s length, her eyes closed in concentration, her cheeks flushed with desire. He felt his cock throb in response, his hand unconsciously reaching down to stroke himself through the fabric.

Upstairs, she felt the power of her new profession. She had never felt so wanted, so desired. She took her time with him, savouring every twitch and gasp she elicited from his body. His cock grew harder with each stroke of her tongue, and she felt a thrill of victory when she heard him murmur her name in ecstasy. She knew she was good at this, and the thought of making a living doing what she loved was intoxicating.

As she worked his shaft, her thoughts drifted to her boyfriend downstairs. The idea of him listening, his own desires piqued by the sounds of her pleasuring another man, was a heady aphrodisiac. She moaned around her client’s cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He tugged at her hair, urging her deeper, and she eagerly complied, feeling the first pulse of his orgasm against her tongue. She swallowed him whole, feeling the warmth of his cum fill her mouth as he groaned in pleasure.

Her own arousal was palpable, her pussy wet and throbbing with each stroke she gave him. She pulled away, her mouth slick with his release, and looked up at him. His eyes were hooded with lust, his chest heaving with the exertion.

She stood up, her naked body on full display. She felt a thrill at the way his eyes devoured her, his hunger unmistakable. She walked to the bed, her hips swaying with purpose, and sat on the edge, her legs parted slightly. She could feel the warmth of her own arousal, her pussy begging to be touched.

He didn’t need any more prompting, seeming to recover his ardour rapidly He stood up, revealing his still fully erect cock. He approached the bed, his eyes never leaving hers, and knelt between her legs. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin, and kissed her inner thighs, his hands gripping the edge of the bed for balance. She felt the wetness spread between her legs, her anticipation growing with every brush of his lips. Eagerly she spread her thighs wide apart, the invitation quite unmistakeable.

With a gentle but firm grip, he pushed her back onto the soft mattress, his eyes dark with lust. He spread her legs wide, exposing her slick, glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. She watched as he took in the sight of her, his pupils dilating with desire. His hand reached up to trace her slit, his thumb finding her clit and giving it a soft, teasing squeeze that made her back arch.

She felt the wetness between her legs grow as he hovered over her, his cock standing at attention. The anticipation was exquisite, the air in the room thick with desire. She reached behind her bracing herself against the mattress, readying herself for the pleasure to come. His gaze was locked onto hers, his eyes a storm of passion as he positioned himself between her thighs. He spread her legs wider, his eyes feasting on her bare, wet pussy, making her feel utterly exposed and vulnerable. A thrill of excitement shot through her as she watched him, his gaze ravenous and hungry for more.