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“Hi there.” The guy doesn’t stop in the door frame to introduce himself. He steps inside and slams the door closed behind him. A strange darkness shrouds us. “Nice to meet you.”

A thick atmosphere fills the room, one that sets my body alight like I’m on fire or filled with electricity. I don’t know how to take it, it isn’t a way that I’ve ever felt before, so I take a step backwards. I suck a breath in, trapping the air in my lungs, and listen to my pounding heart.

“What are you…?” I try to ask him as he moves closer to me, but I don’t get a chance to finish that sentence. In the next second his hand hooks around the back of my neck and he crashes his mouth into mine, claiming me completely. His mouth is soft, but his kiss hard, his lips warm, his tongue wet.

He’s kissing me, I think in utter shock while I press myself into him. This is nuts.

I don’t know if I want to stop this anymore, even if it’s insane. I have to admit that Carly was right about one thing, this does feel a whole lot better than I expected it to. Even kissing other people hasn’t ever felt like this, there’s such a… a… passion! That’s the only way I can explain it.

“Oh my god,” I murmur as his mouth moves off mine and he slides his lips over to my neck. He hooks his fingers under the hemline of the summery dress I decided to wear out of ease, and he lifts it up over my head. It sends a shiver up and down my spine as the cooler air laps around me.

As the guy, who’s name I don’t even know, steps back, he runs his eyes up and down me. A big part of me wants to cover myself up, I don’t know if I want him to see me so exposed in only my cotton white underwear, especially as I know he must see hundreds of women all the time in his line of work, but his eyes are filled with desire. Even if it’s fake it makes me feel good about myself.

He tugs his tee shirt upright, pulling it over his head and shows me an incredible six pack. I thought Buzz’s was impressive when I caught a glimpse of it on the set one day, but it’s nothing compared to this. I feel delicate and feminine, like he could throw me over his shoulder.

Then his hands slowly and tantalizingly travel down to his trousers. He keeps his eyes fixed upon me as he tugs them down, showing me an impressive pair of thick, muscular thighs. This guy should be on the pages of a magazine or something, he’s like an actual fantasy or something.

“Oh wow,” I gush while clapping my hands to my mouth. “I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t say anything,” he commands with a growl. “This isn’t a time for talking.”

He places his flat palms against me and pushes me backwards towards the bed. My feet step back willingly, switching my brain off as I go. I no longer care whether this is right or not, this guy and his commanding nature feels damn good. I need to feel good, it’s been too long.

I fall backwards onto the sheets and instantly he’s on top of me, kissing all over my neck and collar bone with his velvety fingers snake around my back to unhook my bra. As the material flutters away, I find my hips rolling into him. There’s a desperate need inside of me, an animalistic side of me that I didn’t know was there before. It feels good, I feel surprisingly sexy.

Maybe this is what I need to be channeling on set, I realize. Now, I can feel passion.

The guy’s hands slide between us and he grabs onto my breasts. My rock hard nipples press into his skin, soaking my panties as he flicks his thumb over me. I’m turned on, I’m so horny that I might scream. This is me finally feeling passion. I mean, it’s hardly surprising since I’m with a sex expert, but it feels so fucking good. I’m so glad I stayed, if I’d run, things would be different.

As his mouth travels down my body, one of my hands replaces his on my breast and I squeeze tightly. My other hand fists my hair and I push myself against him. I’m burning hot, my skin feels sticky with sweat, I don’t even know who I am anymore. I’m a mess of sensations and I love it.

Then my panties are whipped from my body and every single inch of me is exposed. Before I can even wrap my head around that fact, his fingers have slipped into me, he’s massaging me in a phenomenal feeling way, and his tongue has connected with my cli

t. Fireworks explode, I feel like I’m opening up like a damn flower. This is the best thing to ever happen to me, it must be what a sexual awakening is like. It’s indescribable, it makes me feel like a whole other person.

“Oh shit,” I gasp as he grips onto my thighs, fixing me in place. “Fucking hell.”

I didn’t know it was possible to feel this good, I’ve always found oral sex a slightly unpleasant experience. Slimy and strange, but clearly I’ve been with the wrong man. The escort has my heart hammering so hard against my rib cage I fear it might explode free at any given moment.

I buck my hips, pushing myself into his mouth further, but just as I fear I might tip right over the edge into the pit of abyss, he yanks his mouth away, leaving me cold and alone.

“What are you…?” I start asking, but as I prop myself up onto my elbows to see him, the sentence falls apart on my mouth. His underwear is coming down and a condom is sliding on. “Holy hell!” He’s big, absolutely massive, the largest I’ve ever seen. How can I hack that?

With a playful smirk, he climbs back over the bed and he hovers over me. I can feel his tip teasing my entrance and I feel like if he doesn’t slip inside soon I might just die. I want him, I need him, this is the most intense feeling of my whole damn existence.

“Fuck me,” I beg him. “Please, I need you. You have no idea how much.”

With that, he pushes himself into me and my head falls back with desire. His huge size feels good… phenomenal actually. There’s a buzzing sensation that consumes me, it vibrates so loudly that I fear I might actually be shaking. I try my hardest to cling to this feeling, I need to hold onto the sensation, I can’t let it go because this is what I’m here for. This sexy goddess version of myself is who I need to be in the movie. Somehow, I have to become her for a short while.

With only a few thrusts, desire gets the better of me and I tumble. The pleasure gets me, it swallows me up whole and consumes me entirely. I buck and thrash, I writhe desperately underneath this guy and he holds me tightly, clutching me to him as the orgasm shatters through me. It feels nice, like I’m actually cared about, and for the moment it makes me forget that this isn’t real. It’s just a business transaction, this love is being paid for. But it feels much more than that. This feels deep. There’s a strange, inexplicable bond between us that feels powerful as our bodies lock in to one another.

That sensation becomes even more intense as I realize he’s coming too, hard and fast inside of me. I don’t know if that’s supposed to happen but it feels awesome, he finds me good looking enough to orgasm. Everyone has been making me feel worthless, this is the first time in a very long time that I’ve actually felt worthwhile.

Now for the awkward bit. Whenever my job leads me to have sex, there is always a real fun bit – which I have to admit was even better with this girl than any other – but then it’s followed by the discomfort. The getting dressed while trying not to look at one another, the payment, the reminder that this is all just a business thing. I need an online banking system to avoid this.

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“So, I better go in a moment,” I say quietly as I tug my tee shirt down, covering up the last couple of inches of my body. “If I could er, just get paid?”