I sipped my drink, tonic water and ice.  I like to be sober when I'm hunting.  I was in the bar of probably the best hotel in town, a well known city in the;

''Northern Power-House."

The sort of place frequented during the week, by 'reps' with expense accounts.

In the bar but not at the bar, I prefer just to watch before I make my move.  Every male head and most of the female ones, turned to watch her approach, she was in a class of her own.  Although sporting a knee length, high neckline dress, it hid little.  I think that it's called 'bodycon'.  There could have been no room under it for underwear, the curves if her shapely arse and tits clearly visible.  No sign of nipples though, some kind of built in bra perhaps?

She hoisted herself onto a high stool and gave her drink order to the very keen, waiting waiter.  Long before it arrived, there was a small crowd of hopefuls offering to pay for it.  She blew them all off.  Stragglers got the same treatment.  At last she was left in peace to enjoy her drink.

She was stunningly attractive, but looked hard, probably helped by the way her blonde hair was tightly pulled back from her face.  I was not the only man present who would have liked to see it loose, preferably spread on a pillow.  She had piercing cornflower blue eyes.

What made me think that I would fare any better than the others?  Optimism.  Anyway, what did I have to lose?  I picked up my drink and sauntered to the bar, hoping that the saunter would mask my pronounced limp.  She watched my approach.  I ignored her, instead asking the hovering waiter for a top up.  She watched my drink arrive, I could smell her perfume, I could almost feel her heat.

I turned to go back to my table and pretended that I had just noticed her, then said;

"Sorry, would you like another?"

She scrutinised me from head to toe, I now know how it feels to have a full body scan.  She nodded and finished the one in her hand.  The waiter picked up a bottle of good single malt and poured out a measure.

"A double."

She said.  I suggested that we moved to my table, with comfier chairs.  My eyes were locked onto her arse as she walked across, but then so were everybody elses.  She sat, inhaling her drink it before sipping it.  

"Good choice," I said.  "Clearly a woman of taste."

She leaned close and said;

"Were you hoping to get into my knickers?"

I moved away, feigning outrage.

"Me?  Such a thing never crossed my mind"

My rapidly stiffening cock betrayed the truth.  It hadn't escaped her scrutiny.

I pointedly looked at her crutch and added;

"Are you wearing any?"

"You'd be surprised."

She replied.

"Surprise me then."

I challenged.  She leaned across and gently traced the bulge of my erection through the stretched cloth.

"Feels like you're packing quite a cunt-stretcher there."

"Would it stretch yours?"

I asked.  She considered her answer, then said;

"Probably not."

I followed with what could be a deal-breaker;

"How about your arse then?"

The smile disappeared.  I had scored a point.  Up to then it had been deuce, now it was advantage me.  She knocked back her drink and stood.  Holding my gaze, she said;

"Shall we find out?"

And walked towards the exit.  I scrambled after her.  She made for the lift, when I caught up, she said.

"Four."

I pressed four.  The doors hissed closed.  We stood in silence as the lift ascended.  I might have won the first game, but I suspected that this intriguing woman was going to be more than a match for me.

She led the way to her room, handed me the card key and waited for me to open the door.  She placed her bag on the bedside cabinet, turned her back and said;

"Unzip me."

The dress pooled at her feet, she kicked it away.  She was, in fact, wearing knickers.  The skimpiest imaginable, just a triangle covering her mound, held in place by a ribbon-thin waistband.  A similar ribbon ran enticingly between her buttocks.  She wore hold-ups.  There was no bra.  I reached round to cup her fine tits, relishing the feel of her hard nipples against my palms.

I kissed her neck.  She turned to face me and kissed me lightly on the lips, then moved away to cup my package.

"Is your little friend joining us?"

She teased, giving it a squeeze.  I tore at my clothes, she reached behind her head and released her hair, shaking it free.  So I was going to see it spread on a pillow.

She spread herself on the bed, still wearing the hold-ups and the postage stamp knickers, still wearing stilettos.  They could do some damage.  I joined her and kissed her, open mouthed.  She turned her head away.

"No tongues," she said.  "We're here to fuck."

I felt chastened, but couldn't resist a riposte;

"Does that include cunt kisses?"

She shugged and replied;

"Fill your boots."

I intended to.  Or rather, my mouth.  But I wanted to start on her tits, a feast in themselves.  I spent a long time exploring with lips and tongue before moving south.  I could feel her tension building.  Despite her apparent indifference, she wanted this as much as I did.

She lifed her backside from the bed, enabling me to remove the skimpy barricade to her hairless mound.  I lifted them to my face and inhaled deeply, like she had with the whiskey.

Her cunt, as expected, was full of flavour.  I adore the taste of cunt, especially a mature, aromatic one like hers.  I licked her from clit to arsehole and back, pushing my tongue deep inside both holes.  She was making little incoherent but appreciative noises.  I sucked her clitoris between my lips and swirled my tongue around it.  She suddenly cried out;

"Fuck yes,"

lifted her hips up from the bed and orgasmed.  I kept my mouth clamped to her until the aftershocks rippling through her body had subsided, then knelt up, face wet with her juices.  She reached for a condom which she had previously placed within reach and handed it to me.  I tore open the wrapper and rolled the thing onto my straining cock as quickly as could and moved into position.

"Where do you want it?"

I asked.

"Cunt first."

She said, breathless.  I positioned my tip between the gaping lips of her entrance and pushed ball deep in a single steady thrust.  She groaned as I filled her.  Her legs came up to clamp me in position as I began my movements.

She had not really answered my question, did she mean for me to fuck her in the cunt first, then again in her arse after the inevitable recovery period?  Or was I to change lanes mid fuck, cunt first and finish up her arse?  My protesting balls decided for me, if I didn't come very soon, they were threatening to burst.

I tried to maintain a steady, deep-thrusing rhythm in order to last as long as I could, but felt myself accelerating as the pressure built.  Suddenly, her body went rigid, she shouted;

"Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!"

As a second orgasm hit.  Her cunt seemed to clamp my cock.  It was too much for me, I grunted as I inflated the condom with my spunk.

I rolled off, chest heaving, fighting for breath.  My knee was hurting like hell.  Beside me, her tits were rising and falling rapidly as she gasped in air.  After a minute or so, she said;

"You really needed that didn't you?"

"It's been a while," I agreed.  "Was it okay."

"Better than I expected," she said.  "Credit where it's due, you're a good fuck.  But can you do it again?"

"Well," I replied.  "I'm not Superman, give me a few minutes to recharge."

She sat up and removed the condom from my wilted cock, held it up and said;

"Impressive."

"I've been saving it up."

She smiled, swung her legs over the edge and walked to the minibar.

"What would you like?"

"Just tonic water for me."

As she poured it, I went to the bathroom to wash my cock.  It is not in fact, a cunt-stretcher.  It's quite thick, but at just under 18 centimetres, not much above average.  However, I am not tall and have a slight build, so on me, it looks big.  A matter of proportion.

She was propped up on pillows, sipping her drink.  Mine was on the bedside cabinet.  She said;

"You look like you need a good meal, not just tonic water."

"How do you like your men usually then."

I asked.

"Two at a time preferably, three's good sometimes, I can accommodate three cocks but six arms and six legs can sometimes be a problem.  Two's best for me."

We sipped in silence, then she put down her drink and moved down the bed, lifting my re-awakening cock which was in that lovely, heavy, semi-erect condition.  She took it into her mouth, it responded instantly.  I was ready to go again.  She was an expert felatrice and could sense intinctively just when to stop.  She reached for another condom.  Alongside it on the cabinet was a lubricant dispenser.

She fitted the condom with her lips then rolled onto all fours, presenting the inviting wet cleft of her cunt, but also the tightly clnched pucker of her arsehole.

"Where would you like it?"

I asked.  She wiggled her arse and said;

"You choose."

I reached for the lube.

She was accomodating, but the entry was still difficult.  Well worth the effort though, imagine squeezing you cock really tight when you wank.  Fucking her arse was pure joy.  For some reason, when I pulled out, she wanted to see the filled condom.  She nodded approvingly, then said;

"Now fuck off, I need my beauty sleep."

As I dressed, she said;

"What do you do for a living?"

"I, er…  I work for the government."

She nodded and said;

"Can you take time off during the day."

I nodded.  She reached into her purse and fished out a business card. She wrote a mobile number on it.

"Call me," she said.  "I have a business proposition that might suit you."

It was late, I had to hire a minicab for the trip home.  But it was worth it, I had just enjoyed my best fuck since my injury.  But what had she meant by a business proposition?  She hadn't even asked my name.  What I said about working for the government was sort of true, I was in the army.  Just.

I was on sick leave pending discharge on medical grounds.  I had been shot in the knee.  A messy wound, the knee is complicated.  At first they thought it would require amputation, but the surgeons had performed miracles.  I was walking again.  But my army career was over.  I felt pretty bitter about that.  I had wondered what I could do instead, I had loved army life.

I called the next day.  The business card was not a personal one, but for something called;

"Cassandra's hair and beauty."

She asked if I was free at eleven the next morning.  I said yes.  The place was exactly what it said on the tin, a ladies hairdresser.  The doorway was the type you can shelter in.  There were two doors.  To the side, a glass one into the shop, straight ahead, a plain painted door with the number I had been given.  I rang the bell.

After a few seconds, there was a buzz and a click.  I pushed the door and it swung open to reveal a narrow flight of stairs.  At the top of the stairs was a small reception area, complete with receptionist.  I was asked to take a seat.  Sitting in other armchairs, were  two fit looking, young men, one black, one white, watching a wall mounted TV.  They both wore tight white tee shirts and equally tight white shorts. The tight fabric accentuated their muscles.  The shorts did the same for their contents.  They nodded.

A door opened and there she was, this time wearing a tailored business suit and a white blouse.  She introduced herself as;  "Cassandra, call me Cassie." She asked me to sit and asked if I would like coffee.

 "Fully recovered."

She asked.  I nodded.

"I'll come straight to the point," she said.  "You fuck like a pro, how would you like to be one?"

I was confused and obviously looked it.

"Downstairs is my business, up here we provide a different kind of personal service.  To put it bluntly, this is a knocking shop for women."

I was, to say the least, gobsmacked.  As a squaddie, I had used the services of professionals.  We all did.  Call it sex-education.  But the idea of such places existing for women had never even crossed my mind.  But why not?  I was aware that there are escort services for woman as well as men, why not establishments.  But…

A woman can accommodate men at a rate that men can only dream of, fucking Cassie, (I now knew her name!) twice in one evening, had pretty well knackered me.  I said as much.

"Simple," explained Cassie.  "You were fucking me for your pleasure, not mine.  There was no obligation, or expectation on my part, for you to produce spunk, impressive though it was.  If I hadn't seen the filled condoms, how would I have known?"

Do know what?  She was right.  I asked;

"So, how does it work?"

She turned her desktop computer so that I could see the screen.  It showed a room with a massage bench, lying on it was a naked woman.  Massaging her back was the black man, now also naked.  A long thin cock curved from his shaven pubes.  He said something and the woman turned onto her back.  She must have been in her forties, a bit overweight but quite attractive.  Her large tits flattened by gravity.

The man began to work on her front, concentrating on her tits.  She parted her legs in anticipation as his hands moved lower.  He began to finger her cunt with one hand and rub her prominent clit with the other.  After a couple of minutes of this very local massage, her body bucked as she orgasmed.  The man wiped his fingers, speaking again.  The woman turned back onto her front, this time on her knees.  The man fitted a condom to his now erect cock, lowered the massage table to a more accessible level, and slowly pushed his cock into her cunt.

He fucked her with the same sort of rhythm that I had attempted with Cassie, until the woman shuddered into a second coming.  He withdrew, cock still hard, and disposed of the empty condom.  Cassie turned the screen away from my sight.

"Next."

She said.

"His name is Jordan and he can do this all day long, amazing self-control."

"Do they know about the camera."

I asked.

"He does, it's for his safety. She doesn't need to know and she's not at any kind of risk.  We don't keep recordings."

"Does he ever get to come."

"Once a day if required, sometimes more if he's up to it.  You blokes don't appreciate just how precious that stuff is.  If the client requests it and is happy to pay the price, she can have it wherever she likes, but it's never into a condom, that would be a waste.  And for any kind of penetration, a condom is compulsory."

I was still trying to come to grips with the concept of this reversal of roles.  Vice, but versa.  I said;

"And this is your business proposition? You want me to do that."

There is a high turnover of 'masseurs',"  she replied." But no, what I had on mind for you is a bit more upmarket.  Escorting.  You look good in a suit, a lot of men don't.  Jordan for example, looks like a bouncer.  And you can talk the talk."

So the other night had been an audition.  I asked what the pay was like.  She said;

"You would be paid per date, so it would depend on how many you could manage, but for one date…"

She mentioned a figure.  I did some mental arithmetic.  Wow!  I asked if, for that money, would I be expected, or even allowed, to ejaculate.

"That depends on your date, as I said, coming in a condom is a waste, but some women like a sticky finish in their mouth or onto their tits.  So it depends how big your special reserves are and how much of them you're prepared to spend."

I asked where the deed would be done.  She said;

They choose.  Mostly it will be in a hotel room.  Sometimes you will accompany them to dinner, theatre, anywhere they would prefer to have company and they expect a happy evening to have a happy ending.  We have one regular client who entertains in her own home, she gets her jollies by having someone fuck her senseless in her marital bed, while Hubby is at work."

"What happens if 'Hubby' comes home early?"

"That's what is known as an occupational hazard.  It's never happened to any of my people."

I said that I would think about it and left in a bit of a daze.  I certainly did think about it, what did I have to lose?  I was almost unemployed, but being paid to do something that I like best?  Bit of a no brainer really.  The next day, I called to say that I was in.

I spoke directly to Cassie, she asked if I would be happy to have my pubic hair removed.  I have fucked many bald pubed women, it was the fashion.  Personally, I like the search through the forest to find the hidden treasure, but having it offered 'oven ready' was also fine.  But I had never considered it for myself.  Then I remembered that Jordan had been deforested.  I said that I was happy to try it.

The deed was done in-house.  At the beauticians.  The technician was a very attractive young woman.  She wore a short white overall with a zip-up front, the zip, undone about as far as her sternum, allowed glimpses of her small perky braless tits.  I climbed, naked and feeling very vulnerable, onto her workbench.  In fact another massage couch.  Aneka, her slight accent suggested  east european, adjusted the height and said;

"Back, sack and crack yes?"

"Thats what I have been told."

She pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and said;

"I don't get many men, you're one of Cassie's 'therapists' aren't you?"

I nodded, she smiled and told me to turn over.

The procedure did not hurt, in fact I found it highly erotic.  When she began work on the front, my cock rose slowly to it's full magnificence.  I apologised.

"It's normal," she said.  "It's actually easier for me, it stays out of my way.  If it's flopping about, I have keep moving it."

"Is that why you have your tits on display?"

I asked.  She lowered her eyes, I think she actually blushed.  Then she looked me in the eye and said;

"Trick of the trade.  I don't often get to work on men, Cassie will only take recommendations from female clients, husbands or partners.  Nobody has ever complained."

I should think not.  I enjoyed the view as she went about her work.  She declared herself satisfied and held a hairdresser's mirror for me to see the new me.

"You're a big boy now."

She said.  Without the thicket It certainly looked longer.  But where the hair had been was inflamed, pink.  I said so.  She peeled off her gloves, put on a fresh pair and picked up a jar of cream, which she showed to me.

"I'll give you this to take with you," she said.  " It will help with the inflammation and prevent infection, the redness will go away in a couple of days.  I'll use it now, turn over."

If depilation had been erotic, the anointing with cream was sweet torture.  If depilation had made my cock look bigger, what Aneka was doing now really did make it bigger.  It was trapped against the couch, but trying to lift me up like a hydraulic Jack.  She told me to turn over, making the thing wag like a dog's tail.

She started creaming the front, her fingers were everywhere, balls, arsehole and finally my straining organ.  A cock only has hair around the root, this didn't stop Aneka from creaming the whole thing.  Finally she stopped pretending, wrapped her slick, gloved fingers around my shaft and very quickly and unexpectedly, wanked me off.

I covered my naked body, face and the couch I was on, with jet after jet of thick, creamy spunk.  Aneka peeled off the gloves, handed me a box of tissues and said;

"Your done.  Cassie wants to see you."

I dressed first.  Aneka's treatment room was on the same floor as Cassie's office, I walked into the reception area, Claire the receptionist beamed at me with a knowing smile.

"Go straight in."

She said.  Cassie wanted to inspect Aneka's work.  I stripped again.  At least my cock was back under my control, curving gracefully from my bald mound.

"I like it," she said.  "Did Aneka wank you off?"

I had been aware of the camera in Aneka's room, I said;

"Weren't you watching then?"

"No,"she said.  "I was busy.  But Claire was."

I shook my head in disbelief, was nothing private in this place?  Cassie read my mind.  She said;

"The cameras are for the safety of our staff, they are not covert, our clients know about them.  The do record, but the storage thingys overwrite after thirty seconds.  If a panic button is pressed because of an assault, that thirty seconds recording is stored as evidence.  Are you okay with that?"

I was not only okay, but impressed.  Everything about Cassie's operation seemed to be very slick and efficient.

"When do I start?"

I asked.  She nodded at my pink equipment and said;

"When that's back to it's normal colour, a few days.  You will be retained as a self-employed massage therapist and you will pay tax.  Everybody does, we are a legitimate business.  But clients are 'encouraged' to tip generously.  That's your business."

So a few days later, I became a gigolo.  I was lucky with my first ever client.  She was an elegant American woman here on business, staying in the same hotel where I had met Cassie, but in a suite.  Why she had to pay somebody to fuck her I will never know, I would have done her anyway, but the prime directive was;

"Don't ask."

I met her in her room in the afternoon for a pre-dinner fuck.  I managed to give her two orgasms without losing my power source.  Then we had a pre-show dinner.  The show was a ballet, the first I had seen and I loved it, I am now a ballet fan.

After the show, it was back to her room, I sucked her cunt until she came, fucked her until she came again, then fucked her arse while she rubbed herself off.  Finally she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth.  And yes, she was very generous when I left.

She also had me again the night before she flew home.  This time there was no show, just sex, dinner, then more sex.  This time the pre-dinner fuck was with her on top, cowgirl style, preceded by her queening me.  She had two most amazing orgasms.  As we lay recovering, she asked if  was capable of ejaculating more than once.  I said that I was.

We had dinner and then went back to her room.

"I'd like you to stay the night," she said.  "Is that permitted?"

It was.  We fucked almost non stop until I said that I thought my balls were about to explode.  She sucked me off,  swallowing again.  After refreshments we started again, this time she asked me to; "Jerk off." while she watched, masturbating.  This time she had me come on her tits.

We slept well.  She woke me by sucking my cock.  I rolled on a condom and fucked once more.  This time after had her orgasm, I let go into the condom.  That one was for me.

It's not always that good.

I did get to fuck the client who liked it to be in her husband's bed.  She really was a dirty bitch.  Not a woman to turn heads, but she made up for it with enthusiasm.  I fucked her in the arse and she sucked me off and swallowed my cum.  She also had me wank off onto her tits while she rubbed herself off.  She claimed that she did not allow her husband any of those things.  Why she hated him so much I never discovered.  None of my business.  I'm just paid to fuck.