AngelEyes1994
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"A Little Something Different"
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"What do you mean 'a little something different'?"
Katie glanced around the coffee café for eavesdroppers before looking back to her inquisitor and whispering, "You know what I mean, Amy. Different."
The two best friends had been meeting every Tuesday and Thursday for lunch since Katie and her husband moved back to the city three months earlier. They talked about this and that and the other thing. But the topic of their sex lives always came up at some point: Amy's very satisfying one and Katie's disappointing lack of one.
"Keith still not doing it for you?" Amy asked, also whispering. After Katie shook her head, the two years younger friend from back home continued, "Even after the little ... you know ... lessons I told you to teach him."
"Old dog," Katie responded, not needing to add the new tricks part of the old proverb.
"What about..." This time it was Amy who looked around for eavesdroppers. She said in even a lower whisper, "You know..."
Amy had introduced a former lover of hers to her best friend in the hopes that a little rendezvous in a local hotel might be good for the latter. But Katie hadn't been able to relax, unable to forget she was married even as another man's long, thick dick was pounding deep into her.
"It was nice, but ... didn't do it for me," Katie confessed to her friend. She caught sight of a very sexy person walking by, ogled the well sculpted body before looking back to her friend and repeating, "I think what I need is ... a little something different."
Amy hadn't missed her friend's reaction to the perfect body passing by. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in playful shock. She glanced past Katie as the perfect ass -- in a tight fitting skirt -- and whispered, "A woman?"
Katie shrugged, then laughed. "Why not?" She lowered her voice again, clarifying, "Men aren't doing it for me, so..."
They sat in silence for a long moment, just smiling at one another as their brains ran rampantly on the new idea. Finally, Amy asked, "So ... how you gonna go about doing this? Girl bar? Personal ad?"
"Oh, no no," Katie said quickly, shaking her head, then lifting her coffee mug only to find it empty. She gestured to the barista for a refill, then told her friend, "I'm thinking a professional."
"Professional what?" Amy asked, not immediately understanding the implication. Her face filled with surprise again as the thought came to her. She leaned in close and asked in a seriously low whisper, "A prostitute?"
"Escort," Katie corrected. The barista stepped up to set down the replacement mug, and after she'd left, Katie continued, "No street walker. Someone with class. Someone with discretion. Someone with the ... experience I need."
"So, again ... how?"
Katie shrugged.
(Pic of Katie, out of this current context, obviously.)
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