I am 22 years old. I am half Dominican / half Irish. I am 5’8”, size 4, C-cup. I live a big city about 45 minutes from where I grew up.
I am an escort. I work for an agency. On days I work, I go to our incall location and the agency sends over men. They don’t tell me much more than their name and what they want to do.
Last week, they sent over a guy with a very common name who wanted to do some race play. A pretty normal sounding appointment. I think nothing of it until I open the door and there is my old high school guidance counselor.
I recognized him instantly. He gave me to standard body scan most men give me. It wasn’t until a minute later that he was looking at my face. He probably noticed my expression. He asked if we had met before. I said a long time ago. He face went pale and he asked if I went to a certain high school. I said yes.