Author: JulianDelacourt

This is what she pays me for [MF][RP]

The gym was crowded and sweaty girls milled around after Zumba class, but I moved around the Nautilus machines, finishing my work-out in good time. I showered, looked at my body in the mirror that I work hard to maintain. Women love me. And I love them. That’s why I make good money.

“Good bye, Ross,” said the girl at reception with big adoring eyes.

“Have a nice day.”

“You too.”

I had just put the key in the ignition when my phone alerted me to a message. It was from Mrs. McTavish.

‘Are you free tonight? 7?’

I smirked. Mrs. McTavish. Her husband must be out of town. I texted back, ‘Yes. See you then.’

Mrs. McTavish and I went about our day in Park Cities, the most affluent bedroom community south of Dallas as well as my hometown.

Park Cities women are gym toned women with great smiles and cheerleading daughters. They are women of southern graces, the women of the new south. And I was their toy. Read more »

True Stories of a Manhattan Call Girl [MF] Chap. 3

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The text read 'Rm 1505. I’m here.'

I’ve never been stopped by security in any hotel. I carry myself confidently through the immense lobby with my nose in the air; blending in with every other young professional woman going about her business.

I softly knocked on door. Jim answered it with a smile and said, “Come on in, beautiful.”

Jim was a tall blonde drink of water from Texas who worked as a security analyst for a huge international oil company here in Manhattan. He likes to kiss though, like most escorts in our chat forum proclaim, I don’t kiss clients. What a twisted logic we shared; willing to let a man penetrate almost every hole in your body for money but deny him the intimacy of kissing.

He closed the door behind me and I stood by it waiting. He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, pulled out five hundred dollars and handed them to me. I counted in front of him before shoving the bills in my bag.

“Want a drink?” he asked. Read more »

My Lucky Hook-Up on a Winter’s Night [M/F][Oral]

True story…

I returned home from the club around 2 a.m. one Saturday night to discover I’d forgotten my keys and was locked out of my house. I knocked on the door hoping one of my two other roommates would let me in but they weren’t home. It was winter, ice and snow on the ground, and I was cold having walked home from the bar. I rounded to the side of the house looking for an unlocked window or door but I was shit out of luck. It was then I heard music coming from the open door of a brownstone three houses down. I looked to see people around my age coming and going from it with beer bottles in their hands. It was the house of The Girls, five or six females in their 20’s sharing a brownstone. I’ve seen them walk or bike by individually or stagger past my house in a girly pod after a late night of clubbing. Maybe one of them would take mercy on me. Read more »