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I managed to get through college debt-free by working at various clubs, strip clubs if you must know. Being a shapely, good breasts for my size, book smart and outgoing, I developed quite a loyal following of sorts. Some of them are still friends these years later. One evening, I was working a party in Holby Hills, and I met a woman, who would change my life in ways I couldn’t imagine. She was a lanky blonde with beautiful curves that belied her twenty years my senior. Her name was Whitney. She was a no-nonsense woman, so she didn’t bat an eye when she asked, “How much are you making for the evening?” Naïve and trying to be a little coy, “What makes you think I’m getting paid?” I replied. “Look, girly, I’ve been doing this longer than you’ve been alive, so let’s cut the bullshit. I can spot a working girl a mile away.” I was convicted by the sudden blush of color across my face. “You remind me of myself when I was your age, ready to take on the world by doing it your way.” “Is there something wrong with that?” “No, there’s nothing wrong with that, but if you prefer not to learn everything the hard way, here’s my card. With my contacts and your assets, I could definitely improve your financial situation. Think about it and give me a call,” Whitney boosted with a confident smile while looking me up and down. I ruminated on her claim for several weeks before curiosity got the better of me and I called her. Whitney invited me to her Santa Barbara beach house. As I approached her home, I couldn’t help but think, “She must have some very generous clients.” Maybe she wasn’t all braggadocio’s talk. Her place was lovely, right near the beach with a private access area. This SoCal girl would love to live like this. She greeted me at the door wearing a long, flowing white, beach dress with a slit up the side ending just below her ass and a deep plunge in the back to that crack at the butt’s beginning. Sitting on her deck watching the waves roll in, she brought me a glass of iced tea. I could feel the sea breeze as my hair fluttered over my shoulders like a shredded flag. Being the blunt person she is, she asked, beylikdüzü escort “What’s your normal rate?” “Two Thousand for dinner and two hours after dinner.”“That’s a fair number, but how would you like to earn three or four times that much?”“I’m doing a snuff film!” “No, of course not, but if I introduce you to the ‘right people’, that kind of money is possible. How do you think I got this beach house?” “What do I have to do?” I queried. “Their requirements are simple. You must beautiful – no problem there, be sexually uninhibited,” I nodded affirmative, “and most importantly, absolute confidentiality is paramount. Can you meet these requirements?” “Absolutely!” I replied emphatically. I spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the beach breezes and chatting with Whitney about her experiences. A few weeks later, she called me and invited me to meet her and a couple at the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. They were a very loving and sexually uninhibited couple.After I had been thoroughly vetted she invited me to other events where I met some additional new Special Friends. They have become very “Special Friends” and in fact, they introduced me to others like themselves. I currently have a group of “Special Friends” that I call the Bakers Dozen. If they call, I immediately drop whatever I am doing and book a plane to New York, London, Rio or where ever they are. In the best of times, they send a private jet to pick me up. These “special friends” are mostly men, but there are a few husbands and wives an occasional woman sprinkled in. Since most of my “friends” are men, I know exactly how to please them. However, the women are a different story. If I am with their husbands, how can I give them something just as unique? My solution was to become a licensed massage therapist. My rationale is that a nice spa-day and maybe an explosive orgasm or two would help her forget that I was going to be with her husband later. In between my globetrotting and prepping for the GMAT, I work for a mobile spa service called “The Right Way Massage.” The proprietor, Martha, had been in beylikdüzü escort bayan the massage business for years. She had a group of five ladies and several men working as contract help. Given my crazy schedule, I liked working for her because she knew when I was available and would get me some drop-in work. Most of the regular clients were handled by the other ladies. It was around ten, and I had just headed for the patio with my ice tea when the phone rang. It was Martha with a request. “Chandler, are you available to do a massage this afternoon?” “I don’t have anything scheduled today. Is this someone I’ve seen before?” “No, actually, I don’t know anything about her. One of her employees called requesting “The Birthday Special” Massage for their boss. You know that massage costs a $1,000. She must be a pretty nice woman to have her employees pony up that kind of money.” “That’s true, she must be. What time do I need to be there?” “They want you there at 3 PM. Their office is on the 63rd floor in the Williams Tower on Post Oak by the Galleria. I bet they have a nice view. Oh, one more thing, they said they would leave a gym pass for you with the lobby receptionist.” “Martha, that’s great news. I was going to head to the gym later today anyway. If I give her a great massage, maybe she’ll become a regular!” Since the Galleria is essentially next door to the client’s workplace, I decided to leave early and do a little shopping. We girls do love to shop even alone. Afterward, I could drop by the gym and freshen up. This was turning into a good day.I gathered up my equipment and bag of massage goodies and headed for the Williams Tower. It’s an impressive stand-alone building almost a 1,000 foot tall and is the tallest building on the west side of Houston, so it doesn’t compete with other buildings like the ones downtown. I turned on to Waterwall Drive and found the entrance to the parking garage. Since it was August in Houston, I used the air-conditioned skybridge from the Williams Tower to the Galleria to avoid melting in the heat and humidity. Summers in Houston escort beylikdüzü can be brutal. I hit several shops and after an hour or so I found what I wanted. I still had over an hour before my appointment, and I was overdue for my afternoon caffeine fix. Yes, I’m addicted like half of the US. I had passed a Starbucks on my way in from the skybridge. I found it and stood in line, there’s always a line, to place my order and pick up my coffee of the day with two shots of espresso. While in line, I surveyed the area for a table to park my butt and sip on my rejuvenation liquor. I spotted the last one and made a beeline for it with my brew in hand. Damn, wouldn’t you know another woman had the same thought? We arrived at the same instant. “There are only two of us. Do want to share?” My dogs were barking from all the walking I had done, and I really need to sit down even if for just a few minutes. I replied, “Sure, why not.” I took a sip of my coffee, and then I realized I was sharing a table with a woman of incredible beauty. My heart began to race, and I don’t think it was the coffee. My thoughts searched every corner of my memory for words that might describe her. None seemed adequate – luscious, gorgeous, beautiful. They were all too pedestrian. Although I’m a believer, I’m not super religious, but at that moment, I knew God existed. Who else could have created someone so alluring, so unique, so exquisite, so indescribable plus the perfume she wore smelled wonderful. I was in the presence of a seraph, for sure, and we were sitting at the same table. This Angel did have at least one vice, coffee. She was hitting that Venti like it was a drug going on the prohibited list any second now. She hadn’t looked up from her iPad. I couldn’t help but stare slack-jawed in awe of her aura. She completed whatever had enticed her and slipped the iPad in her bag. I wanted to speak, but my brain was a tangle of unconnected thoughts. None of which would have made any sense if I opened my mouth, so we just sat there staring at each other. Just then, I realized I was so wet. I could feel a puddle developing in my panties as my breathing became shallow. If I were a guy, my erection would have been down to my knees. She checked her watch. Her lovely lips parted saying, “I have something special waiting for me today. I need to go. Thank you for sharing the table.” My meager response was, “Have fun, Angel.”
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