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didn’t seem to mind because by the third moan he started cumming in my mouth.
     
    “OH! Oooh! Oh, fuck! Shit, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh!” he moaned, holding my head down as he released his load into my mouth. “Mmmmm, take that, you naughty bitch.”
     
    He leaned over and slapped my ass as he came down off the waves of his orgasm, calling me a good girl for swallowing. Once he regained stamina, he dropped the whole boyfriend act almost immediately. He went to the bathroom and closed the door. I heard him urinate, no doubt releasing all the alcohol he’d been drinking. Within 10 minutes, he’d washed up and left without saying another word, leaving me with only a mouthful his aftertaste and a hotel room full of memories.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    Two weeks passed since turning my first trick. Clients began to trickle in. For the most part, I avoided sex as much as possible. My ads explicitly and cleverly worded I was a good time, but when my clients called or inquired, I made it clear they were paying for my companionship. It was a no-no in the game to explicitly offer sex in exchange for money.
     
    To be honest, I wanted sex… but not from a client. At least none of the clients I serviced after the first one. He didn’t leave me in the most affectionate manner, but he was stuck on my mind for a long time after our encounter.
     
    In the real world, this was the kind of man I would have been attracted to. He was tall, handsome, intelligent and clearly well off. He also knew how to make me feel at home and we had intense chemistry.
     
    I didn’t allow myself to get too caught up though. We had fun, yes, but the truth wasn’t as glamorous and romantic as I wanted to imagine. He was a client. He paid me to fulfill a fantasy. As soon as he had climaxed, everything ended and he left me in the blink of an eye before his nut fully entered my belly. No goodbye. No wave. No wink. Not even a second look. Nothing.
     
    Besides, where could I find a man like him in Dallas? Clearly he wouldn’t be in any of the places I frequented, because one, I never went anywhere, and two, I didn’t know where the hotspots of affluent men were. I heard Plano, Frisco and McKinney had a couple of great bachelors, but they would be too far for me to meet on my schedule. Men downtown might have been an option as well, if I had the time. But the truth was I didn’t. I needed to handle my business first, before I ended up getting romantically involved with any man. I was an escort now.
     
    For the most part, I hadn’t made complete peace with being an escort. It’d only been two weeks and I’d experienced my fair share of ups, downs and annoyances. There were times when men were rude assholes who were pushy and demanded sex immediately. Some would come to me un-groomed and needing a shower. They were cross when I refused sex. I would gladly give these men back their money because I refused to do business with them. Other times, I swallowed my pride and had sex with them, not because I wanted to, or because I was proud of it; because I really needed the money and the fees they offered were too good to pass up. It’s harder to turn down quick sex for $1500 when you remember that your check barely reaches that amount after 80 hours of hard work at the office.
     
    Speaking of work, office life seemed to be going okay. Things had slowed down a bit after the holidays, so I didn’t have too many communications memos to prepare. I got to take longer lunches, which I used to book appointments, and even cut out a little earlier to meet with clients.
    I completely took off Valentine’s Day weekend. Initially I wanted to go celebrate by myself, but a client I had seen a couple of weeks ago , Brian, had flown into town and wanted to spend time with me. He offered $15,000 for a 3-day weekend, which was the most I had ever gotten from a client thus far.
     
    I wasn’t particularly attracted to him. He was older, slightly balding, in his 40s and he was keen