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The text message entitled “Female escorts Hertfordshire, latest lifestyle news” had sent a shiver down my spine. Was it a threat to Jodie or was it simply a statement of fact, a question as to Jodie’s whereabouts: “Jodie, I’m looking for you”. Well, Jodie was a hot Hertfordshire girl, she worked as a sexy Hertford Escort, and surely the message was innocent? And yet there was something unnerving about it. I tried to put it behind me and made my way to La Concha, a tapas bar in Letchworth which attracted lots of sexy Hertfordshire girls and guys, a real hip and trendy establishment.

I arrived a trifle early and I ordered myself a large Rioja to settle my nerves. I checked out some of the tapas dishes on display; it reminded me of the old town in San Sebastian, in the Basque region of Northern Spain. I had gone there years ago, when I was a young teenager but hadn’t tried any of teh specialities. My palate had matured since then!

The drink was smooth and warming and I began to come out of my shell a little, though I was still gripped by the insanity of my actions – setting myself up as a model escort of Hertfordshire was beginning to seem like a crazy idea. Ok, I needed some fun in my life, I had been working twelve hour shifts at the hospital, but this was madness! I decided to leave but just as I turned a hand rested on my wrist and held me, perhaps a little too firmly for a stranger...

“Hello Jodie, I’m Vincent...”

My eyes followed the voice and I found myself looking up at a rugged, handsome face, piercing blue eyes boring into my skull. He stepped back and without any sense of self consciousness he scanned his eyes over my body from head to toe and back again, lingering on my breasts and my flat washboard stomach.

“Delicious,” he drawled, his voice deep and commanding, “absolutely delightful. I had been told that you were a rare beauty, a sultry, sensuous hot Hertfordshire escort but not until this moment, when I can bathe in your nubile beauty, did I believe you could be as seductive in real life as you were in my over fed imagination...”

I worked hard to overcome my fear and putting on a confident show I too stepped back and looked him all over, lingering on his groin. Even with a glance you could see that he was in excellent shape and was most certainly well hung. And his attire was a statement in itself, an expensive tailored suit, a crisp white shirt, unbuttoned at the collar and tieless. His shoes were most definitely hand-made; a pointy toed brogue which shouted ‘expensive’ whenever one glanced at them.

Another Silk Stocking Story to follow at Hertfordshire escorts this week – will ‘Jodie’ enjoy her fantasy lifestyle or is she in grave danger? Find out soon.