Chapter 5

Unsurprisingly, given the night’s events both Paul and Sandra decided to give work that day a miss. And then after a few moment’s reflection concluded that their day jobs were over for good. Earning a few pounds an hour just didn’t seem worth it any more. They’d had their first taste of what could be a lucrative future together. The kind of future that could fund holidays to exotic places and fancy dinners. The kind of future where they could live in a penthouse with a view of the city.

The money on the kitchen table gleamed up at her, a stark contrast to the usual pile of unpaid bills. He, seeing the excitement in her eyes, knew that the night had changed her.

“We could live so well off this,” she whispered, stroking the crisp bills. “Imagine the things we could do, the places we could go.”

He nodded, his gaze locked onto her swollen, satisfied expression. “I’ve been thinking the same,” he replied. “Our days of scraping by are over.”

She picked up the stack of £20 notes, her mind racing with the potential. “We could start small,” she said, her voice a seductive purr. “Just a few nights a week, maybe. And if it goes well...”

He took the money from her, feeling the weight of the future in his hands. “This could be our ticket to everything we’ve ever wanted.”

They decided to take the plunge. She called in sick to her job, and he phoned the newsagents to give them the news. “You’re not coming in?” Her manager’s voice was a mix of disbelief and annoyance.

“No, I’m sorry,” she said, trying to keep her tone as even as possible. “I’ve had a bit of a ... personal emergency.”

Paul took the phone from her and spoke into the receiver. “Sandra won’t be coming in today, or any other day for that matter. She’s found a new line of work.” He ended the call with a grin, tossing the phone onto the couch.

He then recalled the brief conversation he had had with Mr Blackwell before he left... “He said his office would get in touch with us.”

She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “What could that mean?” she murmured, a hint of nervousness in her voice. She’d never thought she’d hear from the man again, but the prospect of his office reaching out filled her with a strange mix of dread and anticipation.

He leaned in closer, his gaze intense. “Maybe they want to set up another ... appointment,” he suggested, the corners of his mouth curling into a mischievous smile. She felt her pulse quicken at the thought.

His eyes shimmered with excitement. “I don’t know, but I can’t wait to find out,” he said, his hand sliding up her thigh. “Maybe he enjoyed your ... company so much, he wants to book you exclusively.”

Her cheeks flushed at the thought. She had never felt so desired, so ... used, in a way that thrilled her beyond measure. The idea of being a high-profile client’s personal plaything sent a shiver down her spine.

Later that afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, her phone buzzed with an email notification. She picked it up with trembling hands and read the sender’s name: ‘Mr. Blackwell’s Office’. The subject line read, ‘Exclusive Invitation for Ms. Carina’. Her heart raced as she clicked it open.

The email was succinct yet elegantly worded. It offered her a chance to become an exclusive, high-class escort for a select few clients. A generous retainer was mentioned, along with a promise of the utmost discretion and luxurious experiences. A generous clothing allowance was also included. The agreement did not exclude her making her own arrangements as long as regular health checks were provided. She was free to provide both an incall and outcall service although it was suggested she find premises that were slightly more discrete. Finally, and rather intriguingly, she was offered a loan for cosmetic surgery including breast augmentation should she choose that option. Unsurprisingly this last item provoked some discussion.

He was torn. He knew that she had always been insecure about her body, especially her breasts. He had reassured her countless times that he found her beautiful as she was, that her petite frame and perky breasts were all he could ever want. But as they discussed the offer, he could see the excitement in her eyes when the topic of augmentation came up. It was as if a door to a new world had been cracked open just enough for her to peer through and see the tantalizing possibilities within.

They sat on their worn-out couch, her legs curled up under her, as she read the email out loud to him. His eyes drifted to her chest, noticing the way her nipples had hardened with anticipation at the thought of what could be. It was about her self-esteem, her desire to feel like a goddess. The idea of her having larger breasts was something they had talked about in passing, mostly during late-night whispers as they lay in bed, exploring their wildest fantasies.

He took a deep breath and asked, “What do you think?”

Her eyes widened, and she looked at him, biting her bottom lip. She had always felt a little self-conscious about her body, but he had never made it an issue. She had never thought he’d be okay with her changing something so fundamental. “Well, I’ve always felt like they’re a bit too small, you know?” she said tentatively. “But I thought you liked them just the way they are?”

He took her hand and brought it to his chest, pressing it over his heart. “I do, baby. You’re perfect to me. But if this is something that would make you happy, something that would boost your confidence, then I support you.” He paused, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “But we need to think about it carefully. It’s a big decision.”

Her pulse quickened at the thought of having the means to change her body in such a profound way. She had always been a bit of a naturalist, but the allure of the luxury and the chance to feel even more desired was too tempting to ignore. After a moment of contemplation, she nodded. “Okay, let’s do it. I’ll reply and say the terms are acceptable. And I’ll ask about the breast thing. If they can recommend a surgeon.”

A reply came a few hours later confirming the offer, and with notification of an advanced payment of the retainer: £5,000 per month. Also she had been booked in with a Harley Street clinic for a preliminary consultation. Neither she nor he could believe so much was happening to change their lives, and in such a short space of time.

A few days later she had her appointment with the cosmetic surgeon which had proven to be most satisfactory. The surgery was carried out successfully and already the scars were hardly noticeable especially because of their location.

The pair then turned their attention to a more suitable location in a quieter part of town; modest premises that they rented on a monthly basis no questions asked. Suitable furnishing were acquired consistent with her new occupation. They decided to continue their relationship with the agency as a back up if things didn’t go as expected. Finally the most enjoyable phase came with the purchase of suitable attire for the entertainment of clients, the modelling of which provided many hours of entertainment for the pair.

She couldn’t wait to show off her new assets. She had chosen a very short, black latex dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, with large cutouts that left little to the imagination. The dress was so tight it looked like it was painted on, highlighting every inch of her newly enhanced breasts.

“Paul, come here,” she called out from the bedroom, her voice sultry and playful. She stepped out, the click of her heels echoing through the small apartment.

He turned, his eyes widening as he took in her ‘slut look’. The black latex dress was so short it barely covered her round, firm buttocks. The massive cutouts on the sides and top of her breasts revealed the creamy flesh beneath, her new assets pushing out, begging for attention. She had never looked so desirable, so ... tempting. His eyes raked over her body, noticing the way the material hugged her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination.

She twirled in front of him, the latex whispering against her skin. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice breathless with excitement.

His eyes were glued to her. He couldn’t believe the transformation. Her new breasts looked incredible, and the way the dress showcased them was nothing short of mesmerizing. The thought of other men desiring her filled him with a strange mix of pride and possessiveness. “You look ... amazing,” he finally managed to say. He felt his cock stir in his pants as she sashayed closer, the latex hugging every inch of her. He murmured, his voice thick with lust. “I think this one needs a proper ... launching.”

Her smile grew as she took the hint. She dropped to her knees before him, her movements fluid and graceful. Her eyes never left his as she deftly unbuttoned his flies, the anticipation in the air thick enough to taste. She felt the heat of his erection through the fabric of his trousers, and she knew he was just as eager to see the full effect of her new look. Slowly, she pulled out his cock, her hands shaking slightly with excitement. It was already hard and heavy, pointing straight at her face like a weapon of pleasure.

Her tongue darted out, tracing the length of his shaft with a teasing wetness. She took her time, savouring the taste of him, her eyes flicking up to meet his as she took him into her mouth. The latex dress creaked and stretched around her, the sound adding to the eroticism of the moment. He groaned, his hands finding her hair, guiding her movements. He had never felt so powerful, so in control. The knowledge that she was his, that he could see her dressed like this and do this to her whenever he wanted, was intoxicating.

Sucking him deeper, she felt the dress tighten around her body, the material clinging to her curves as she moved. It was a strange feeling, being both the object of desire and the one in charge of his pleasure. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her every move, and it only served to make her wetter, more eager to please. She slid her hand between her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds, playing with herself as she worked his cock with her mouth.

His breathing grew ragged as he watched her, his grip on her hair tightening. He couldn’t resist the urge to push her down further, his hand guiding her until she was sprawled out on her stomach, her legs spread wide, her body arched in a way that showcased her new breasts and her tight, round ass. She had no choice but to push back, raising herself up on her elbows and stretching her neck to keep his cock in her mouth. The angle was perfect, allowing him to watch the muscles in her throat work as she took him deep.

The sound of her gagging was music to his ears, and he couldn’t help but thrust deeper, feeling her body tense with each movement. She looked so beautiful like that, so ... wanton. He could feel her struggling to keep up, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size, but she never once pulled away. Instead, she pushed back against him, her movements growing more frantic as she tried to take him even deeper.

Her hand had stilled between her legs, forgotten in the intensity of pleasuring him. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him.

But then, suddenly, she pulled away, gasping for air. She rose to her feet, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Come,” she said, taking his hand and tugging him towards the stairs. “I’ve got something to show you.”

He followed her, his erection still pulsing with need, the taste of her mouth still on his tongue. He had no idea what she had in store for him, but the way she looked at him made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

The stairs creaked under their combined weight, the sound muffled by the plush carpet. With every step, the latex dress clung to her curves, revealing the slight jiggle of her ass and the swell of her hips. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, watching as she climbed the stairs with an animal grace that seemed to defy gravity. And then he saw it—a flash of bare skin, confirming what he had hoped was true. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. His cock grew even harder at the thought of her nakedness hidden beneath that second skin of latex.

At the top of the stairs, she led him into the bedroom, which had been transformed into a boudoir worthy of a high-class escort. The walls were painted in striking black and magenta vertical stripes, and the bed was covered in fuchsia sheets that shimmered in the dim light. The room was scented with the faint musk of expensive incense, setting a mood of decadence and desire. She turned to face him, her chest heaving with excitement. “Do you like it?” she asked, her voice a smoky whisper.