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“Yes,” she says, stroking her partner, who closes her eyes.
I look down and run my hand through her hair.
“Will you just watch with me?” I ask her.
She nods.
“Come up here,” I say, nodding to the other half of the loveseat.
She stands and moves to sit down next to me. I don’t say anything, but I give her leg a shove and move into her. She understands and spreads her legs. I sit between them. We watch together as she kisses my neck, sucks my earlobe, and unzips my dress enough to slide her hands around me and play with my breasts while we watch these women I don’t know at all come once and then twice. I know when they need to take a break, she and I will disappear into a room again, and she’ll make me come at least one more time before the clock strikes four. And I know I’m going to let her.
MONTH 2. PART 2. – From Hesitation to Hope
(POV Escort)
It’s been thirty days. It’s been a long thirty days. A lot’s gone on in my life since that first night, but it’s all I can still think about. With every bad thing happening right now, it’s like I needed to remember that night to feel like things can get better, which doesn’t even make sense because I was working. I was having sex for money. I wasn’t supposed to want it just as much as the woman I was touching, but I might have wanted it even more. After I finally took care of myself in the bathroom, I went back to that room to find my friends. It felt weird confessing to them that I’d not only liked touching a stranger, but I’d loved it, and I wanted to touch that particular stranger again.
“I’ve never seen her at one of these things,” my friend said that night. “Maybe she’s new.”
“She might not come back,” my other friend said.
“Shame. She’s hot,” her wife replied as she ran her fingertips between the woman’s breasts. “Anyway, we’re taking a break, but you can stay in here with us if you want. We can cover for you if anyone asks if you were with any member tonight.”
“The whole review thing,” her wife said.
The review, I thought to myself… I’m expected to get at minimum one review at each party, and on the five-point scale, anything lower than a four meant they might not call me back. Since it was my first time, they expected a five, and the only woman I’ve touched ran out on me.
“She left. I don’t know if she’s going to even review me. Should I find someone else?”
“Do you want to?” my friend asked.
“No,” I said honestly. “I’m a terrible escort, aren’t I?” I laughed a little.
“It’s your first time – you’ll get the hang of it. But we’ll review you, at least. You did give us what we like, so we won’t even be lying.”
“You guys were extra hot tonight,” I said, smiling at them.
“Were? We’re not done yet,” one of them said.
“Besides, I don’t think that had anything to do with us, sadly. You were all about someone else tonight,” the other one said.
And she’d been right. I’d never just walked up behind a woman and asked her if I could touch her. Now, it’s all I can think about. I play it over and over in my head as I drive to my day job, while I brush my teeth, and before I fall asleep every night. The number of times I’ve gotten myself off this month thinking about getting her off, is more than I care to admit. And I don’t have an explanation for this; I only know I need to touch her again. I’m not surprised when the only review I get is from two members that are also my friends, but they both give me fives, which means I’m invited back for a second event. I’m grateful because I don’t know the woman’s name, and the company that puts on the events would never break confidentiality to tell an escort the name of a member. I can only hope she shows up tonight.
It’s ten-fifty, and I can’t wait much longer. My foot is tapping on the floor. It’s like I’m waiting for my drug dealer to arrive with what I need, and just as I think that, I realize that it’s true. She’s both the drug dealer and my drug. One touch, and I need more; I’m craving more. By the time eleven o’clock strikes, I’m going crazy. I know there’s a very good chance she won’t be here and I’ll have to pleasure someone else tonight. I see the woman from the first party and the escort she seems to favor. The woman is wearing a short green dress tonight, and the escort already has her hand up in it. It doesn’t look like she’s doing anything quite yet, just maybe some light grazing, but it’s driving the member crazy. The escort turns her head and sees me. She winks, and I laugh silently. At the end of the first party, I ran into her, and she told me about this member – this woman is married to a man but comes every single month and seeks her out. Most of the time, it’s just the two of them, but every once in a while, the woman asks for a third. The escort told me she loves taking the so-called ‘straight women’ to bed – it’s something she uses to get herself off later. Knowing all that made me feel better about leaving her alone with the woman last time. I watch as she presses her lips to the member’s neck and her hand disappears higher. The woman moans; it’s no longer just grazing.
This is turning me on. Watching these two stand there in a room full of people, pressed to one another – and I can’t even see what she’s actually doing – is definitely erotic, but it doesn’t begin to cover what I felt at the last party, with my stranger pressed to my front and my hand inside her panties. I worry nothing will ever compare and that I’ll never feel like that again, but then I see her. I approach her probably too eagerly from behind.
“You came back,” I say.
She turns around to see me standing in front of her, and I look her over. She’s wearing a black dress with red highlights, and she looks so fucking sexy, I just want to take her right now.
“I did,” she says and licks her full lips.
She looks nervous or maybe just a little anxious. Something tells me she wants to say something else, but she doesn’t.
“I have a room,” I say. “It won’t be there forever.”
I don’t have a room. I lie because I’m hopeful I can find one if we hurry, and I really want to hurry – I want all night with her.
