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Part Four
I didn't go back to the club for some time as I went and got a job at this escort agency which meant that I would be on call up till at least ten o'clock at night and it was implied that I should be sober and not smell of drink if I was called. This I found out was part of the rules that Samantha, the owner, laid down when I applied for the job.
It would be unfair to say she was a bitch, but she was a hard taskmaster in terms of what you could and couldn't do. She laid down the rules before anything was put down on paper and that was only after you had agreed to these simple rules. Do not bring disrepute down on the agency. Always be on time with a client and sober. Report any wrong doings by the client, by that she meant if there was any mistreatment or abuse of yourself. Absolutely no drugs of any kind to be taken, used or traded.
There were a few others but they were the main ones and once you'd agreed to them, she had me sign a paper to that effect. Then I filled out a lengthy questionnaire and told to go for a physical examination for which the agency paid for, but I was then to have one every six months by the same doctor for which I would have to pay for to stay on the books. The explanation being that an infected girl could jeopardise the agency.
As far as sex went, that was down to the individual because she wasn't running a call girl service and made this quite clear to her clients. She charged them one hundred pounds for five hours escort duty. One minute over was chargeable at twenty pounds an hour which we were to charge and keep, make sure it is cash was Samantha's advice. Out of that one hundred, I would receive seventy pounds for the five hours and I could have use of the extensive wardrobe that she had built up at a cost of ten pounds per dress per night.
She took me into a room of the office, well it was a flat really, one room being the office and what had been the bedroom was just one big wardrobe. There must have been two hundred or more different sized dresses and styles because she explained that it was noted on the file what dress was worn for each client. Many of them were repeaters, coming back more than once and it wouldn't be right for the same girl to be seen in the same dress, which I could relate to.
She had twenty girls on the books and eight men. Two of these were gay and one of them was a transvestite, and it was this last that was in the wardrobe when I was shown in there. We'd walked in and there was a person of about five ten in height with short cut hair that I could see as it was a back view, trying on a dress.
What do you think of this one Samantha?' the man said as he twirled round. It was the hair style that gave it away for I could guess that with good make-up and a wig, he would pass as a woman. Oh, hello. A fresh lamb has come into the fold. We should call you the shepherdess, but that would be wrong when you let them go out into the world of wolves. My name is Davinia,' he said holding out his hand.
`His name is David,' Samantha said to me.
`Hello, my name is Magenta,' I replied shaking his hand.
`Magenta? How divine! How captivating! It's a name that would not be forgotten in a hurry.'
David likes to be either the Duchess or Princess in all his outings,' Samantha laughed, or should I say Queen, David? He's even got a real tiara in his treasure chest of jewellery.'
Talking of treasure chests,' David said looking pointedly at my breasts. Magenta here has the chest that I would treasure. Oh to have breasts like that. I would even give my left testicle for a pair like that,' giving out with a theatrical swoon.
`I didn't think you still had them,' Samantha laughed.
She's just jealous,' David said in a stage whisper to me. She acts like a man but doesn't have the right credentials. If you're free one evening Magenta, let's get together and tell each other dirty stories of what we do to men. I'd love to hear of your doings.' Samantha stopped him from going any further and went on to explain that I could at any time browse through the dresses as long it was recorded what one I wore for any particular evening and explained about the ten pound charge that was really to cover any repairs and cleaning that had to be done later.
So it was back to the office and I was given the address of the doctor I had to go and see for my medical to which I went off to. Samantha had already phoned ahead and I was expected and after only a few minutes wait, was shown into his office by a nurse who stayed in there with us. The doctor was in his early forties and a rather handsome man that would make any woman look twice and he had a wonderful manner that put you at ease straight away. I think you know all the questions he asked about, your health and family and so on, the only odd ones being was when was the last time I had sex? Was I on the pill or were condoms used? Had I ever had anal sex and if so, was a condom used? Well you know the answers to these as well as I do. I then had to take all my clothes for a complete physical examination from head to toe, with the nurse there all the time.
Magnificent,' I heard him mutter under his breath when I turned for him to see my naked body. Venus de Milo would be ashamed if she could see you,' he said aloud and I blushed because the nurse obviously heard this last part. The worst part was up on the table with my legs wide open for him to probe inside my vulva using a little wooden stick and small torch. Then the anal check, having his gloved finger stuck up my arse.
I will let Samantha know that you are in the best of health and the best looking specimen of womanhood I have ever had the pleasure of examining. Now you will have to come back in every six months for a check up as long as you stay with the agency, but it doesn't stop you from coming in on your own behalf later if you should so wish.' He then moved in closer and spoke in a low voice that only I could hear. Between me and you, the normal fee would be waived on a quid pro quo basis if you understand what I mean.' Looking into his eyes I knew exactly what he meant and to tell you the truth, he looked worth it. I said that I would definitely consider it, but let's wait until then.
Samantha was all smiles when I got back to the agency.
Wonderful report,' she said, so much so that I'd like you to start straight away. Now I suggest that you get a mobile phone today and give me the number as soon as possible. I don't normally get requests for an escort after eight in the evening, but you might just have popped out to the shops or something and miss me calling you at your home.' I agreed that it made sense and she then wrote down the man's name and the hotel he was staying at and gave me the time of the meet. It was for a dinner and so I took one of the dresses that fitted me from the wardrobe and went off with it in a bag and went and bought a phone. My second client paid for that.
The first client was a middle aged man and I was to be his escort to a charity dinner for which he had two tickets but his wife was unable to come and he was a most perfect gentleman the whole evening. He'd complimented me on my dress and appearance and said that he felt proud to have me on his arm at that dinner. Back at the hotel after a lot of boring speeches, he thanked me and even paid for the taxi to get me home.
Well that wasn't so bad for a first time dining out with a complete stranger who'd I'd not said a word to before meeting him in the hotel lobby. But having gentlemen escort me out was one thing, but I was sure as hell going to get frustrated if they were all going to be like him. But they weren't. As I said, it was the second client who paid for the phone when I told him I was not a whore and I didn't take on the job to sell my body. That was free, but the phone had to be paid for and he gave me what I asked for without question.
He'd positively drooled when he first saw me waiting for him as he came out of the lift of the hotel where we were to meet. He couldn't keep his eyes off of my breasts throughout our dinner at some business meeting he was having. I don't know how the meeting went because he seemed most anxious to finish it, so that we were back at his hotel before eleven. He invited me up to his suite for a nightcap, and knowing what was to come, accepted.
He hit on me as soon as we got inside and that's when the question of the phone came up. From there on, it was sex. Boy, I drove him wild with the ice cubes and apart from having a male organ up inside me for my satisfaction, he got his rocks off well and truly. There's a pun in there somewhere about ice cubes and rocks but can't quite see it. Maybe I should have worded it different, but the result was that we both got what we wanted. Him having me and me having him, so I still don't know really who fucked who that night.
My next outing was what brought me to the fore as far as the agency was concerned. Samantha had phoned me earlier to say that she was getting six girls together for a party of Japanese and that she wanted us all at the agency before seven o'clock. The time element was enough for me to have a shower and do my hair into the style that I wanted it for what I had planned. Then it was the make-up that took the time, for I was going to go as an Eurasian. Finally satisfied with that, I got out my scarlet and crimson cheongsam and the matching shoes which I had been dying to wear for some time now ever since I'd bought them.
I must say I made a stunning appearance when I turned up at the agency. Even Samantha gasped as she came to confirm that it was actually me under the make-up.
I'm flabbergasted,' she finally got out. I wouldn't have believed it! How did you do it?'
`Trade secret,' I smiled at her and then I was introduced to the other girls that made up the party and I could see the envious looks I got and in one, downright hostility. This one was the best looking of the others but I'd put her right into the shade and she knew it. I knew I was going to have to be careful with this one.
Two taxi's turned up to take us to the hotel where this Japanese party were staying and we went and sat as a group in the hotel's lounge until the men folk came down from their rooms. I don't know if you've ever seen a squadron of planes do a fly past. But it is in an arrow formation, the leader at the front with his two wing men on either side slightly back and the other three bringing up the rear. This is how these men from Japan approached us so I knew straight away who was the head man of this lot. We all got up and stood in a line as they approached and stopped about six feet away from us and all bowed.
I was the only one of our group to respond to this and bowed even lower than the leader and held it just fraction of a second longer than he did as I had been taught in that Chinese restaurant. This I saw was noticed by him and he gave me a big smile and came forward.
`It is a pleasure to meet such wonderful creatures and I am sure I speak on behalf of my colleagues that we are most happy for you to be with us tonight,' he said, bowing again.
`We are honoured by your words sir, and will do our best to please you,' I replied, bowing again in response.
`Wonderful,' he said with a broad smile on his face as he came forward to take my hand, a signal for the other men to now choose which girl to go with for the evening. Again, it was by rank that the men moved forward to pick one of the others and it amused me to see the order in which they came forward to stake their claim. This told me whom to talk to and who to ignore.
We were taken in taxi's to a fashionable Oriental club that had a floor show and as we sat round this big table, I don't think the other girls noticed that it was I who served up my man's food on his plate. Selecting the dishes to place samples before him and seeing that his glass was kept filled and not having to have a waiter do this simple task.
The other men noticed this and the fact that I didn't touch my food until all had taken and eaten something. There was a lot of small bowings of the head and Japanese talk amongst them that made the man I was with give a large smile and have a joke with them. Overall, the dinner went down well and the show, though not to my taste, seemed to please them immensely, and I kept up my part by seeing that he who I was with, didn't lack a morsel on his plate or have an empty glass.
It was towards the very end of the evening that the host, the one next to me spoke.
`You have shown the most exquisite of manners that I have ever seen in a gai-jin. Would you do me the honour of staying with me in the hotel for the night?' he asked.
`My lord, you flatter me. I being of a lower class than you, you do me honour that I am unworthy of,' I replied, bending my head.
Let's cut the bullshit,' he smiled to take the sting out of the words. I've been abroad so long that I know what is what and I think you are magnificent. You have the words and demeanour of an Oriental, but it is your beauty and body that I desire tonight. Please say yes.' He was holding my hand now, down under the table out of sight of his colleagues, if that is the right words to describe them.
`I am greatly honoured that you have chosen me and I accept,' I said simply, because I wanted to know just how he would look and perform in bed as opposed to an American or European.
With a huge smile on his face he spoke to the others in Japanese and I think it was to the effect that he had got his girl, so that they too now could take their chances with the ones they had with them that evening. This I assumed because the other five men now started to talking to the other girls and it was clear that they couldn't even try until the boss man had his bit of stuff as it were.
Judging by the smiles that came onto the faces of the other men meant that their girls had said yes, for glasses were suddenly being emptied and refilled as each one got his answer, the last one being the bitch who didn't like me.
We finished up getting six separate cabs back to the hotel as they appeared in turn to ask my man for permission to leave the table with their escort, to which he obviously agreed until we were the last two. It was he who paid the bill for the whole table and got very low bows as the money was passed across which I think, judging by the depths of the bows was including a quite healthy tip.
A taxi was waiting at the door for us that soon got us to his hotel and it was only a matter of minutes before we were in his suite of rooms. I might have known how to deal with an Oriental in a restaurant but hadn't a clue as to the exact role of a woman of that region should do when alone with a man. I think he guessed this for he quickly stripped himself naked and though he was shorter than me, his chest and shoulders were solid muscle as were his legs and his erection was smaller than most men I'd seen so far, but thicker.
I had begun to take off my cheongsam and now let it fall to the floor for him to make the first move at seeing my naked body before him for I hadn't been wearing any underthings. He knew what to do for he scooped me up in his arms as though I were the weight of a feather and carried me to the bed where he didn't bother with any foreplay but got right down to doing the job of fucking me as hard and as fast as he could.
It's not the size of a man's cock, but what he does with what he's got that counts. Christ did he ream me good and proper. The width at the base of it widened me more than any other man had done and he had some knack that I can only describe as screwing me, which is another way of saying fucking, but that's how it felt. He was screwing me as opposed to fucking me and it was wonderful the way these people can come up with something different and I enjoyed every minute of it with him. For what he lacked in height he made up for it in his stamina and he made me come twice before he let go and I almost screamed out Banzai as he let go of his bombs inside me.
We didn't sleep and he came four times inside me, one of them in the mouth to which he thought rather European but liked it all the same. Dawn had broken when we left the bed to go and shower and as he just stood there and I guessed that I was expected to wash him, which I did so. Then all dried and in fluffy white bath robes, he sat down on the bed and pulled out a wallet from the bedside drawer and began to extract some notes out of it.
`What are you doing?' I asked of him.
`Paying you for tonight.' he said.
`I'm not a whore!' I shouted at him, my face feeling as red as my hair as I slapped his hand away from his wallet. He looked at me as though I had slapped his face instead of his hand and he looked at me in a strange way for several minutes.
I most humbly apologise Magenta,' giving me a bow of his head as he sat there on the edge of the bed. Please forgive me for my crass and ill advised intentions for you have just taught me an important lesson that I shall never forget.'
`And what might that be,' my face still flushed with anger.
`Humility. I have humbled myself and therefore have come low in your esteem which was the last thing I wanted. I beg your forgiveness and feel now that I must beg of you a favour.'
`A favour? First you insult me by trying to give me money and now you want me to do you a favour?' I asked incredulously.
Yes,' he said simply. I am in the middle of negotiations that will have an effect on the stock market and make some people a lot of money. I, myself cannot buy any of these shares that are on the market at this present time, but you can buy them for me.
What I want to do then, is give you three, no five hundred pounds to buy some of these shares and then give me back my five hundred pounds when you feel it is time.' He held up his hand to stop me from telling him what to do with his money. `I'm not paying you anything. Just lending you this on my behalf for you to give back to me as and when you feel like it.'
I saw then what he was getting at. He was saving face at my rejection of his money for services rendered, by making me a loan to buy shares of the company he named and then pay him back the original investment. I took the money.
Now if you are buying and selling shares on the Stock Exchange and make a profit, which of us is the whore? He who is without sin etc... So we parted on amicable terms and I was pleased at the letter he sent to Samantha praising her agency and in the choice of girls she supplied as escorts. She was over the moon with this and it became one of the letters used in her prospectus for the advertising of said agency.
Of course he left his address and a year later I duly sent him back his five hundred pounds with a thank you letter having sold the shares and made one and half thousand pounds out of the deal. Who says that honesty doesn't pay!
It was a couple of weeks before I got a night off and I thought I'd pop into the night club for a night without sex for a change. I didn't go all dolled up looking for action and as I sat down at the bar, Peter served me my drink and passed across two notes.
`He's called several times and left these messages,' he said as he left me to read them on my own, though he already knew the contents.
Been in twice and not found you. Please ring, Walter,' giving a phone number was the first note. The second one read, Getting desperate to see you Magenta, please, please ring me, Walter,' giving me the same number. I sighed and finished my drink and signalled Peter for another one and then asked if I could use the telephone. I might as well talk to him if only to get him to stop pestering Peter.
I won't go into all that was said on the phone but the gist of it was that he was begging to see me again and that he couldn't keep taking time off from his work to visit the club on the off chance that I might be there. Could I, out of the goodness of my heart, visit him at his home, stay a few days, a weekend maybe.
I explained that I was now working and couldn't really get the time off, but he kept begging so I finally agreed, subject to me getting the time off from the agency. All I had to do was ring him when and he would see to having a car pick me up from wherever I wanted.
Samantha was the hard one to get round as she complained that she didn't have enough girls as it was without letting them have time off, but as it was coming up to four weeks and me only having one night off, she finally relented and so I had three days, or two nights if you like, off.
I phoned Walter who was ecstatic that I was coming to see him and true to his word, there was a car waiting for me where I said at nine o'clock in the morning and I was in his arms being kissed at noon. It had been a three hour drive and his house was Georgian surrounded by green lawns and set in its own grounds of about six acres and shielded by trees and at least a mile from his nearest neighbour.
`I'm so glad you could come,' Walter said breathlessly. It's been driving me mad at not being able to see you Magenta.'
`I only came to get you off my back,' I said.
Off your back? But that's exactly where I want to put you. On your back with me on top,' he laughed. I couldn't help but laugh too. Come, let me show you the house,' and so I was given a guided tour. I must say that being a top architect and having a dress designer for a wife must pay good for what they had there.
`Where is your wife?' I had to ask.
`Talking to fashion houses in New York.'
`When is she due back?'
No idea, but not let's talk about her. She comes and goes whenever she pleases. Now for the outside,' and he led me through some French windows and out onto the lawns that were flat by the house, but then gently sloped down and away to the trees a good hundred yards away. Look. Not a house in sight. We could be the only two people left on the planet on this lovely afternoon and we wouldn't know it.' He took me in his arms again to kiss me as he whirled me round and then slipped on the very top of the grassy slope. Down he went like a sack of potatoes, taking me with him. I gave out a scream and then began to laugh as we both rolled halfway down that slope. He too was laughing when I came to stop, bouncing in to him and when we got our breath back, we kissed.
He undid the buttons of the blouse I was wearing and pulled the bottom out from the waist band of my skirt and exposed my breasts to the sun and air. It was blue sky I could see as he kissed and nibbled on my nipples, not sure which he fancied most as his mouth kept flitting from one to the other. I loved the attention they were getting and I was thinking of getting up to the house and into a bed, when he started to undo the clip of my skirt.
`No Walter, no we can't. Not out here,' I protested as he got the clip undone and flipped in open to show my white panties.
Why not?' he asked, sitting up and pulling off his shirt. There's nobody around for miles,' undoing his fly and pulling his trousers down along with his underpants, his erection bouncing up as it came free. He flung them to one side and began to pull my panties down.
`No Walter, we can't. What if somebody does come?' I struggled, a bit feebly I must admit for my juices had already started to flow and there was a large fire burning inside of me at the thought of doing it out in the open air. Also seeing his erection there ready for me which was what I needed to try and put out my fire.
The grass felt so sensuous under my bum and back as his body came over on top of me, feeling his hard piece of flesh on my stomach and I went past caring where I was or who might see. I just wanted him inside of me, to ride and fuck me all the way down to the trees. I managed to get my legs open and he moved down and I felt him drop down between my thighs and with a slight lift of his hips, he was in and it was heaven. That hard shaft filling me as he moved till he was fully inserted inside and his face just a few inches above mine.
Oh Magenta,' he breathed. This is heaven for me,' as he began to move and fuck me out there in the middle of this bloody great grass field and I loved it. I screamed out to the skies and frightened the crows in the trees as I orgasmed and he didn't try and stop me as he too then shouted and ground himself tight into me as he came. We bucked and threshed there on the grass and even did a complete roll over and the sensations were terrific as I got extra jolts inside as we did so.
We lay welded together for several minutes kissing as I stroked his broad shoulders until we broke apart and he got up. His cock was still half erect and I stopped him from moving away and took him into my mouth and gave him a few sucks before letting him go free. He gave me his hand and pulled me up and walked me to where our clothes lay scattered about the grass. I was just about to put my panties on when he stopped me and took them out of my hand. I looked at him quizzically but he only smiled and began picking up all our clothes but not giving me mine, and he made us walk up to the house totally naked out there in the sun.
I felt very self conscious walking up that slope without clothes on but I loved the feel of the grass under my feet and swishing between my toes.
`Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden,' he said, giving my hand a squeeze as we topped the slope and went on into the house. We carried on upstairs and into a bedroom that he said was his where he dropped our clothes and still holding my hand, took me into one of the biggest bathrooms I'd ever seen. I think four people could have got into that bath that looked as though it had those water jets that give you a massage as you lay there. But he pulled me into the shower that was big enough for us both with room to spare and there we had a knee trembler as the water sprayed all over us.
My back was up against the tiled wall with my legs up round his waist as he slid into me and held me up letting me feel every inch of him inside as he bounced me up and down as we fucked under this waterfall. I had another orgasm and as I now seemed to be getting one every time I have a man inside me and it made me wonder if it would get to the point where I would have one by just looking at a male erection. That would take the fun out of sex.
He came and a minute or two later let me slide off his length and I wasn't sure who's legs were trembling the most from that session as we tried to wash each other. We dried off and then went and lay on his bed for a while to recover as we kissed and fondled each other. It wasn't until we heard a stomach rumble and made us laugh that we realised we'd missed lunch.
We got dressed and went downstairs into a fabulous kitchen that I would die for. All stainless steel and nearly every labour saving device you could think off were around on the worktops. The place was about thirty foot long and at least fifteen foot across and a plain scrubbed table in the middle which could sit ten people easily with room to spare.
He went to the fridge which was one of those massive things that had two doors and I could see that it also had an ice cube making machine in one of the doors.
`You should have one of those in the bedroom,' I laughed, pointing this out to him. He grinned as he got out plates of different things and started to make us a sandwich each. More like a doorstop the amount of different things he put between those two slices of bread before passing me this massive plate full. With his the same, we sat down at the table to eat and we were about halfway through when we heard the sound of a car door slamming.