If you are the kind of guy who always seeks perfection in their women, I know all about your quest. For years, I was a regular customer of hookers in my area, and some of them were fantastic. The problem was, that even when they were great in bed, they would hardly be able to string a sentence together. That made it pretty difficult to take them out to a company function or to the city’s trendiest restaurants.
I was always hunting for companions with class. They didn’t just have to be beautiful and horny in bed. They also needed charisma and intelligence – a rare combination. So I searched and searched until I almost gave up. Thankfully, I tried casual encounters websites, hoping that the hooker of my dreams would be a member. This is the story of how my last gamble paid off spectacularly, and I hooked up with the most beautiful call-girl in the southern hemisphere.
You might not expect it, but you are likely to find classy girls on casual encounters sites. The great thing is that you can talk to them before you hook up, so that you know that they can talk the talk, no matter how seductive their body might be.
One day, I was chatting in a hooker room on my favorite hook-ups site, and I received a message. I instantly thought this was strange. After all, girls on the site would usually wait to be contacted before responding. They didn’t need to go begging for clients. When I opened up the message and checked the girl’s profile, I was amazed. She was slender, blonde, totally cute and obviously had fantastically sexy dress sense. The way she presented herself suggested that she could hold her own in a cocktail bar, and she had a seductive smile in every shot. That wasn’t the only seductive thing about her. Her interests were almost identical to mine, even down to mild bondage.
“Hey handsome,” she opened, and I greeted her as I always did. “Are you looking to hook up. I’m new to this, but you seem nice.” I checked her profile. She had just registered. Things were getting interesting. “Sure I do, Maria”, I said, using her sex chat alias, “are you new here?” She took a second or two to respond, and my cock started to throb. “Yes”, she replied, “I don’t know if I should say this, but this is my first day as a hooker, and you are the first guy I contacted. So be nice.” This was adorable. A girl was just starting out in the call-girl game. She was sexy as hell, friendly and for some reason she singled me out as a good guy to start with.
“Oh don’t worry”, I told her, “I don’t bite, unless you ask me to.” A couple of smiley emoticons later, and we had arranged to meet up. I decided to risk it and offered to take her for a meal in one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. I needed to see if she could cut it, or if she was just another hooker looking for clients.
I didn’t need to worry. Maria may have been inexperienced, but she had a natural grace about her. She seemed to fit straight into her role as a call-girl. As we dined, we talked about everything from movies to politics, and she was obviously well educated. The more we talked, the more excited I became, and the more my cock started talking to me as well. At last, I thought to myself, I had found a girl worth showing off. This was a call-girl with something more than just sex appeal. I had to bring it up. “Why are you doing this?” I asked, “I mean, you’re not just a normal hooker.” She looked at her napkin and then straight into my eyes, with a kind of determination that almost shocked me. “I’m doing it because I want to. I’ve been bored by men, by sex, by money – by education. Everything has left me empty. But this”, she said, sweeping her arm theatrically around the restaurant, “this is what I deserve.”
She leant towards me, conspiratorially, adding “and men like you are going to give it to me.” She toyed with my necktie, playfully, and kissed me on the nose. Nobody had noticed, but the game had changed. Maria was not an ordinary hooker, that was for sure, but this wasn’t an ordinary call-girl date either.
“Your place, or mine?” She asked. We caught a cab and I ripped up my theatre tickets. Some guys might have been alarmed or scared off by Maria’s words in the restaurant. I wasn’t. In fact, I loved her passion and authority. She had played the innocent, but was actually completely sure of herself and what she wanted. A few minutes later, it was clear that she wanted plenty more from me besides fine dining. Her place was a penthouse in an exclusive part of town. She clearly wasn’t an ordinary hooker. She could see that I was sizing up the property and simply said, “Daddy.”
Then, she hauled me into her bedroom, practically hurling me onto the bed. I bounced on the red satin sheets, and she waited for a couple of seconds before leaping on top of me. She may have been high class in the restaurant, but now she was all animal, and so was I. “This is what I deserve”, she kept moaning as she rocked on top of me. I took her in my arms and pressed myself deeper, “give it to me. Give it to me”. I did. Feeling spurred on by her desire and passion, I couldn’t stop. All night long, she begged me to continue, taking every position imaginable as she moaned into my ear. In the morning, she left the room and returned with a little silver plate and a piece of paper. An invoice, and it wasn’t cheap. She smiled broadly, knowing that I had got my money’s worth.
Since then, I haven’t been tempted by a normal hooker. Instead, I’ve sought out high class call-girls, looking for someone like Maria. Maria herself disappeared from the site. I searched and searched, without any luck, but I thought it was for the best. After all, after that night, everything else would be a disappointment. Still, every time I chat to a new girl on the site, I find myself wondering how Maria is paying her restaurant bill.