After Hours X (Milking His Bottled Passion)

I am a woman of many nightly creature comforts, however, I have never been tried, because I stand by my truth, my word, my passion and my desires I can unleash, me in general as a soft fleshly commodity; nevertheless, there comes a time in one’s life, when that zone can be put to the test  
 
Upper Eastside  
New York, New York  
11:15 PM
 
There was a new male client requesting a private escort for the night, it so happens, this escort, could not meet the demand, her loss, yet, more money to my purse strings, therefore, I accepted on her behalf.
 
I should had listened to my first instincts and refused her begging request, in my second line of profession, no is never an option, if you cannot make amends after a client booking, the amount triples and you must reimburse the organization, whereas, no one will lose any revenue, in addition, she literally begged me to take her assignment and offered to double what she would had gotten paid, very nice, spending money for a weekly driver for my excursion to Dubai in October.  
 
I was smiling from ear to ear. Elated for revenue, did not expect on a late Saturday, however, there was one catch, she is on a much higher professional liaison level than my level, which is Key5.  
 
Under her skills, prophylactics is deemed unnecessary only by the client’s discretions, carefully screened wealthy and affluent clients with specific needs only, tailored to what you were getting paid to do, or not do, and the level for which you will be engaging one on one, or multiple clients in one setting, a plateau, where your bedroom services have surpassed beyond those silk sheets, bondage, S/M, Role Playing, Marring of skin with humanly pain, unusual fetishes the mind could never comprehend as being pleasure, trust me on that silent observation.
 
And I was giddy to taste that type of raw passion for the first time. I was thankful this client only wanted to indulge in Role Play, an easy current exchange, so I thought.
 
I had to hop out my bed, take a quicken hot soak, double douch, touch up my Brazilian wax, dress sexy, pack my illicit paraphernalia, and make several calls to hire a bodyguard for the night on a whim notice
 
Baltimore, Maryland
 
I met my bodyguard at the agreed destination, Baltimore, Maryland, he fueled up his vehicle, as I waited for his clearance through our organization checking my Blackberry for minor related issues, social media tidbits.
 
The night air always clears my head before any assignment, as my bodyguard’s Escalade was driving down a long winding private road; whereas, if you looked out the back window, you would swear the fog obscured your vison, swallowed your means of transportation.  
 
My skin instantly lined with Goosebumps and I began to shiver, my bodyguard had to stop his vehicle two times, roll down his window for me to engulf some fresh air. He repeatedly inquired to make sure I was tolerable for us to continue. Then I began to sweat, what seems like forever.
 
I finally composed myself, took a deep breath and awaited my fate. This is one aspect of my profession that has never met my approval, the unknown, but most clients I engage their wicked fantasies, I am familiar, or when a convention is in full effect and escorts and female strippers are required, there are more females in attendance, and we all protect each other’s back at all cost..
 
Barnaby Woods
Washington, DC
 
We were given clearance at a security gate, the iron wrought gates slowly swung open.  
 
I have never been to OZ, metaphorically speaking, but this mansion was the most beautiful dwelling with lush landscaped grounds that rolled into the blacken distance, I have ever seen to date, and I have been in this business far too long and have stepped in every venue of homes, mansion, abroad palaces in my college days, and even a tent, and the back seats of Hummer limousines.
 
I never knew American’s politicians, lived grand such as this. And I thought Jeffy’s mansion was a gold mine. Now I was really getting antsy, scared, sweat begin to seep from my pores, and populate my forehead. I heard politicians, do make strange bedfellow. And this client was unknown to my way of pleasure, and I was unfamiliar with the level he will be requesting for the night.
 
Due to confidentiality I must fast forward. I had to dress as a… I am so shame to say, let alone write this, a newborn baby, with a pacifier dangling around my neck, an Egyptian cotton sheet as a diaper, a bib around my neck, and make myself pee every hour, no questions asked, ever, and to put the icing on the cake. I had to suck a man’s boobs that were bigger than mine, no suckle them, straddle his lap, be burped, stick my tongue in his ear canal, and then cry out, da da.
 
This assignment was the first, whereas, I had to question my own sense of sanity, my morality; throughout the night, I used seven sheets, suckled his alternating boobs, until my mouth became sore, then numb, my gums became tender, my mouth was so dry, my neck was cramping from laying in the crook of his arm, my pussy lips was sore from him using baby wipes and then corn starch powder to my clit for seven hours.
 
I was fed warm baby food, my stomach has not been right since then; it gave me a bout of diarrhea since Saturday, which finally subsided Tuesday.
 
I have never been so at odds with myself, a time I had to reevaluate my priorities, my own mental status quo, but once selected, ordained by blood rite, there is no getting out, never, unfortunately, this fate was sealed for me in college.
 
After morning came, sleeping in someone arms, with their boob nipple in my mouth was not what I had in mind when I took another escort’s assignment, did I mention this man was very large, borderline obese and very affluent and known for his Republican, contributions and lobbying  on Capitol Hill.  
 
The next time, I am ever asked to favor someone, no more seven levels.  
 
Thank goodness she was not a level eight, and I had to take her assignment, that level is scandalous, frightens anyone, downright sin city.