Doing the Strand with the sexy Hertfordshire girl

I was at home luxuriating in a foam bath when the text came through. It was Jodie’s phone, my girl friend who worked as a Hertfordshire escort for hire but also had her own dark secrets as a nymphomaniac with a penchant for kinky, submissive sex. I had taken on her Hertfordshire escort persona and as a result had enjoyed some of the sexiest times of my young life. Working as a nurse in the national health service had initially been rewarding work but there had been so many cuts and there was so much paperwork that the job had begun to grind me down. But since adopting my alias and my new lifestyle I had a new found spring in my step, I felt for once like the sexy Hertfordshire girl I had once been. My sexual confidence had returned along with an increased libido, my longing for raunchy, dangerous sex ever present.

I envied Jodie the lifestyle that being a Hertfordshire Escort afforded her. She had a very comfortable existence but what was more important was that she was having fun, enjoying exciting times and meeting some very sexy people – like Vincent... But Vincent wasn’t the only boyfriend that naughty Jodie had at her disposal when it came to a much needed sex partner, day or night. The text before me was signed off Terence. It was an old sounding name and I guessed the sender would be in his fifties or sixties. That suited me fine, I liked an older, confident and commanding man. They knew what they wanted but they also took pains to make sure a girl had a good time too. And for this sexy Hertfordshire girl that was important: I craved sexual pleasure like an addict needs a fix.

Terence’s text was to the point: “I need you, I need the best escort in Hertfordshire, I need you now...”

If Jodie had communicated with Terence, or met up with him, before then she would know where to meet... I didn’t know what to do. I searched through Jodie’s phone but found no other texts from him so I had to take a gamble and I sent a text back asking for a where and when... It didn’t take long for a text to ping back through, stating that one hour from now at the Strand Hotel, suite three oh one would be perfect... and bring our ‘friend’. I had no idea what that meant. A sex toy perhaps? Another girl? I didn’t have time to look around in Jodie’s things and there was no way I could contact the Hertfordshire escort, she was thousands of miles away in a religious retreat... I would have to wing it and distract him... silk stockings usually did the trick...