Earning a Dollar

Being an escort was proving to have many advantages lately, being insatiable I'm thankful business was good. The limousine ride to the city seemed so long ago, though it was just 24 hours ago. Here I was getting dropped back off at my humble apartment wishing that somehow I could start the previous night all over.

I had prepared myself for the date in the usual manor, with a long hot shower and a very thorough cleaning. Baby oil, body oils and a soft application of my makeup and perfume. The scent of it seems so part of my life now, making me feel all the more the woman that someday I could completely be.

During our chat he was very specific on what to wear. What had me wondering was why he wanted to know my clothing sizes. I put on my red lace panties and bra and slid on my thigh high black stockings, never knowing which made me felt better, the satin or the nylon. I'd taken hormones so my breasts fit snuggly in the bra, and I decided I liked that feeling as well.

I slipped on my short black leather skirt, my favorite because of the scent as well as the way it accentuated my slender form and legs. Of course I wore the patent leather black 5 inch heels, certainly not designed with walking in mind, they made my desire for sex even more so. To top it all of there was my black silk shirt and an assortment of jewelry.

On the 45 minute ride to the city I could only contemplate what it must be like to have the money this man had to afford a two thousand dollar date and maintain a limousine , the wife he'd described to me, and a plush apartment overlooking Central Park.

None the less my mind was focused on the task ahead . I looked at it as a more a hobby than a job but still believed the customers' satisfaction came long before mine. When the drive was over the driver was kind enough to accompany me to the apartment door. When the lady of the house opened the door he excused himself and I thanked him.

As I entered the apartment I was immediately drowned in her beauty.