Not an escort for hire but a fantasist looking for thrills... dangerous liaisons continues

There was something intimidating about Vincent. It was clear just being in his company that other men avoided his eyes and that women were attracted to him. He gave off an air of refined menace, his manners exquisite but his aura threatening. I found him incredibly sexy and I had to keep reminding myself that I wasn’t really a confident escort for hire, I was just a shy girl really, a nurse looking for some excitement and so foolishly pretended to be the best escort in Hertfordshire, my missing friend Jodie. I had craved the glamorous, fun, exciting life she lived and just because I was pretty and some guys had called me one sexy Hertfordshire girl I had believed the flattery and had somehow persuaded myself to meet with a stranger, a man who could have been a cold blooded killer for all I knew.

As we sipped champagne cocktails he asked me a series of questions about myself but evaded any effort to extract any information about him. “How long had I worked as a Hertfordshire escort? Did I enjoy the companionship business? Did I have a boy friend? Did I live locally? What were my sexual fantasies...”

The last question took me by surprise. I had fabricated all of my earlier answers based on my phoney self and what I knew about Jodie but I had no idea how to answer the question about how I enjoyed my sex in Hertfordshire, straight or kinky? I quickly ran through my own hidden, secret fantasies deciding which were no goers and what I could mention. Then I remembered, I was Jodie and she was sure to have enjoyed some great sex over the years and my alter ego was hardly shy and retiring now was she...? I had to tell him something outrageous, something that would turn him on...

“I have a fantasy where I am in a dark room, alone and naked. A man enters the room and he sates his lust using me. We don’t exchange a word, no names, no details, just rampant sex where he takes what he wants. The man leaves and then the door opens again and another man enters. I don’t know if it is the same man or a different person. Again, he satisfies his lust using my body. This goes on until I can make love no more...

I could see his eyes light up and his trousers bulge. He was clearly turned on by my story. “How about we go upstairs to my room? Let’s fantasise that you are off duty and you like me, and you want me to take you sexually. You are aroused and your desire is intense and must be satisfied. You are no longer a young escort in Hertfordshire, but my woman and you want me to have you right now...”

I put my hand in his and we rose and walked towards the lift, a fifty pound note left by Vincent on the bar to cover our drinks...

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