HE THEN REQUESTED/INSTRUCTED ME TO GO DOWN…: A babe’s story of her first escorting customer.

I started out by working as a call-girl in a brothel and I really don't have any fond recollections, the brothel had repeat clients that usually wanted to fuck the new girl, the girls competed for the customers in a sleazy manner and when you were popular with the clients, it turned problematic with the women as these same customers had been seeing one of the others before you.The brothel provided outcalls were you went out to the clients residence or hotel and despite the fact that out-calls paid a bit more, they also had their discomforts too. I was sent to hotels and I would have no idea what I'd meet behind the door, I was usually really afraid there was going to be a party of men and I would get gang-raped.I cant recall my very first out-call but I vividly remember the 2nd, it was an out-call to a home in a posh area of Central London, the client lived in a very beautiful home in a gated compound, almost everything in his house was warm, the colours and smells were all neutral with a scent of cinnamon, the whole vibe was so calming I was immediately relaxed to my core. He was an extremely handsome man with a soft relaxed smile, his eyes were as sharp as polished chestnuts and he welcomed me with a lovely soft English accent. He poured me a glass of chilled white wine and even though I had been advised never to drink alcohol at a booking and definitely not with a new client, for some strange reason I started off by breaking this rule that day with that punter. Jim was very gentle in his manner, he walked me upstairs to the bed room and politely asked if he could tie me up, promising it to be innocent fun, there was something about him that even then, I was not terrified and I allowed, he then went ahead and tied me up well…. I had not in my wildest dreams ever seen or thought people would be kinky to that extreme, he did things to and with me that I had never seen or believed possible or hygienically right, I was at his home for about four hours in all and when I finally left, I was sore and bruised all over... I rang the brothel on my way home to let them know I was taking two days off work to heal, even after all that, when I got to my house and counted the money he had given me, I was not sure I would decline if he called to see me next time, the two days I was taking off work were extremely well compensated for and much much more, Interestingly I didn’t see him again, I guess he only wanted new girls on their first day...

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