A few weeks before my wedding day (last week), something started to really grate me. While I’m away from home on business frequently, I’d still never quite plucked up the nerve to hire a cheeky escort for a night of naughty fun. My colleagues did so regularly – most of them were already married – and always took the piss that I was a ‘goody two shoes’.
The stories they told over breakfast the next morning always sounded too good to be true. I put it down to the bravado that salesmen always try to exert, but it certainly got me thinking.
Anyway, I was in the bar with my two best friends – Jimmy and Carl – discussing what we should do for my bachelor’s night party. I wanted a low-key affair – just the three of us, few drinks and a laugh about old times. After all I couldn’t get too carried away, I was getting married the next morning.
Famous last words…
Frustrated that we couldn’t settle on something we’d all enjoy doing, I just blurted out “oh to hell with it, let’s just hire a hotel suite, get some beautiful escorts for company and live the like Kings for the night”.
I was only half joking. The grins on Jimmy and Carl’s faces told me that I’d just signed away my sense of honor!
A few days before the big night it was time to book the girls. I’d been quietly – and carefully – checking out a few agency sites and couldn’t believe my eyes. These girls were gorgeous. Each had a short bio, their physical details and best of all a sneak preview of their various essential assets. Carl’s brother had recommended this agency, all I had to do was take my pick.
It was easier said than done. I’d been about a bit before settling down, but had never experienced a true Russian goddess before. Ice blue eyes, long slender legs and a that sculpted feminine beauty that somehow only girls from over there could ever get right.
‘Isabella’ fit these categories perfectly. Fluent in English, happy to work with other girls and guys, and available that night. We were on!
So, come around the big night. We’d already dropped our luggage off at this five star suite, so when we returned after a few drinks to get ready we were already all rather excited. Bang on time there was a light tap on the door. Jimmy opened it up and three of the most gorgeous women you’d imagine strolled through. Isabella was more beautiful than her pictures let on. She moved with a graceful intent, strolled right towards me and tenderly kissed me hello.
Woooow! Dinner first ladies, although I know I would be rushing through the meal! We went down to the hotel restaurant where she and the other two babes – one a petite Japanese girl amazingly fluent in English, and the other a local stunner who escorted to pay her way through uni. We had a riot of a time – and attracted the envious glance of every other red blooded guy in the room.
There was no time for coffee – we were ready to get right back upstairs and get started! We all split off into our bedrooms, and Isabella suggested we start off with a massage in the huge Jacuzzi. After all there was no rush, we had all night to go.
She elegantly slipped down her evening dress as she filled the tub, beckoning me over with a wink. Slipping into the Jacuzzi behind me, she slowly – almost teasingly started massaging, working slowly further down with each caress. I really wanted to save my best for a little later, so before I exploded I offered to return the favor. She let out soft gasps of pleasure as I worked over her beautiful, natural form.
That was the closest I ever felt to being a real living, breathing James Bond. The rest of the night I won’t even share with Jimmy and Carl, that’s my special night of escort heaven and one only for me! if you want to know how good it is – try it. You only live once!
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