The Escort Service-------( open )

[MsK2021]

Characters:
The boss (owner)
Female or male escorts
Female or male clients

I am Katie, the manager. I do the booking.
Not only for personal entertainment, most of our escorts also accompany clients to social events or business functions.

( If anyone likes to join this RP, please write a piece of starter to show me what role and how you are going to play . Send it to me as a PM in private first. )

 

[attyman80]

I am 43, divorced, attorney. Looking for a companion for a black tie fundraiser. I have booked a suite in the same hotel as the event. I look forward to seeing what might be available. Discretion and elegance are a must.

 

[MsK2021]

Mr. attyman80,
I hear you , “Discretion and elegance are a must”.

Everybody under my management is discrete and elegant, including myself.

This one Lilac is new with us. She only went out with one client once and we already received a commendation from the gentleman. He said she was “very good”.
Is she OK to you?

( Calling female players. Please talk directly to attyman80 in your first post.)

 

[attyman80]

Lilac is a fantastic beauty. I look forward to hearing from her.

 

[attyman80]

Bumping to see if there are any Lilacs in bloom…

 

[Bella857Donna]

I dress in front of the mirrror. I draw my Woolfords gently up over my smooth calves, and my thighs.
And now the heels. Louboutin "Pigalle" pumps? Yes, why not; they're so me. Will he recognize them? If has class, he will. It will be his first test. If he asks to see my red soles, he'll be another foot-boy. I hope he isn't. Or if he is, at least that he's an interesting conversationist.

My dress will be be basic black. Short enough to get looks from the men, but not "fuck me" short.

I enter the hotel lobby and look around. I told him my purse would be be canary yellow. He'll recognise it, but he wont know it's Ferragamo, unless he's gay.

I think I see him. I smile, and give a little wave. He looks okay to me. This might actually turn out to be a fun evening. I must ask him what we're fundraising for.

 

[MsK2021]

Our new girl Lilac is blooming. I was surprised to see her come on strong and vibrant. See the way she talks? She must been through life elsewhere. Seasoned and sophisticated. No matter how Mr. attyman80 does his evaluation on his first impression of somebody or something, no matter, I trust that he's at least a good conversationist to express his thoughts.

Mr. attorney, not to forget your fundraisers' party. It's time to get on your driver's seat and please fasten all your belts.

 

[attyman80]

I pace about the hotel lobby, feeling anxious as this is a new experience for me. I am wearing my neatly tailored tuxedo, slightly worn from far too many of these events, my bow tie neatly tied (no pre-tied clip on for this guy) and silver cufflinks slightly exposed at the sleeve of my black jacket.

I see you enter the lobby, the black dress and yellow purse are striking and immediately recognizable. Your heels are elegant and incredibly sexy - I can tell they are expensive but not sure how I know that, I’ve just developed a sense for such things over the years. I wonder if your legs are covered by pantyhose or more elegant stockings, hoping for the latter. Your picture didn’t do you justice- you look amazing and I am immediately smitten by your appearance.

Your wave and smile are warm and inviting. “Lilac, I presume…” I say with an anxious grin. We shake hands, which is awkward but I wasn’t prepared for a closer physical interaction in the moment.

We exchange pleasantries briefly, and I am quick to compliment you on how good you look and how much I love your dress. I explain that the event is a fundraiser for a local hospital. I have done some legal work for them but might know one or two people at the event with well over 1000 guests. We may not even run into the people I know. My name on the attendee list is important for my business, but the actual face time at this event is not a big concern.

After that there is a moment of awkward silence. “So… should we discuss expectations?” I say to break the silence. Your nod is inviting “I am new to this… I’ve never uhmm hired uhmmm… well you know.” I blush slightly as I stammer a bit out of the gate. “Katie has my bank information, I can assure you money is not an issue and you will be fully paid based on whatever may occur.” I calm myself and look to you with more confidence. “When we talk to anyone tonight, I’ll introduce you as Lyla. We’ve been dating a month or so.” I smile as you listen “Feel free to drink whatever you wish. I’d like to dance after dinner. I have a suite upstairs, we can discuss the whether you are joining me once the event is winding down.”

“Is there anything I should know?” I look to you with a mix of seriousness and curiosity.

 

[Bella857Donna]

He’s nervous as heck. That’s the usual behaviour, of course, but this guy isn’t even hiding it.

As he talks to me, I smile and nod, while I play amateur sleuth/psychologist in my head:

A white band of untanned skin on his fourth finger; he’s taken off a wedding ring. Either he doesn’t want me to know he’s married, or perhaps he’s recently divorced. And he spends time in the sun, getting a tan – a recent vacation perhaps, to get over that divorce. Or he’s trying to improve his looks, his self-esteem. He looks like he’s a regular at the gym.

Yep, a recent divorcee, I reckon.

I’m always discreet, it goes with the job. But Katie has stressed it to me, and she was clearly relaying that stipulation from him. He wants me to pose as his girlfriend, because it would humiliate him in front of his work colleagues if they found out he couldn’t find a real girlfriend to bring. He doesn’t want to look like a loser.

“Dancing? Sure!” I say. All those months of ballroom have made me a pretty good dancer. I can make any man look good when we’re on the dance floor. He’ll like that. Or maybe it will draw too much attention to him. We’ll see.


He's asking me to help him out. I take the initiative: “Well, just think of it as a first date, a fun date,” I say to him, touching his arm lightly.

I thank him for the offer of a drink. I remind him it’s an open bar, so he doesn’t really need to do that. We laugh, which breaks the ice. There ya go, pal, just enjoy yourself tonight, and stop worrying about how you should act.

I look at the drink choices at the bar. I actually feel like a beer. Yes, that’s what I’m going to have, to show him that he can relax around me. Better take a glass to go with that too, although I’m tempted to just take a swig from the bottle, like back when I was in college. If he knew what a hell-raiser I was back then….

We go back to the table, and take in the well-dressed crowd. He's more relaxed now, so I wait for him to start the conversation.

 

[attyman80]

We sit at the table. I ask a server for a beer to join you. Both of us sipping from the bottle.

You seem so confident and relaxed. Truly setting me at ease. The back and forth so natural and easy. I enjoy your company more and more by the minute. I share a bit about my divorce, my past, my career, and you seem so attentive and free of judgment.

The table fills and the meal is served. You seem just as confident and natural in making small talk with our table mates.

After the obligatory speeches, the band starts to play and I look to you “shall we?” Looking to the dance floor.

 

[MsK2021]

This is when the music starts playing. The band starts to say something that needs to be said. But, the more I listen to it the more I hear they are crying out, but not very loud. Is it the blues or all the Jazz? Or does it make any difference?

“ Just think of it as a first date, a fun date.“ The escort girl said.
Yeh...now I remember, somebody once promised, “We are going to have a good time.”

“you seem so attentive and free of judgment.” We all heard , it's true, Mr. attorney came out with those words. Then he added more words, “You seem so confident, relaxed and natural”.

Of course, Lilac had assured him, “I can make any man look good when we’re on the dance floor.”

So, Mr. attorney is looking to the dance floor, “Shall we?”

I, me, Katie, the manager, from the The Escort Service Agency, have made it to this black tie fundraisers' party, clapping my hands as a faithful audience and I am blowing kisses to Mr. attorney and Lilac.

 

[Bella857Donna]

There’s Katie. Checking on me, no doubt. Understandable, I’m an unknown quantity to her. I give her an assuring wink. I’ve got this.

He asks me to dance, but we’re sitting this one out, too slow and romantic, we’re not newlyweds.

Ah, that’s better, some old-school Disco! I wish I’d been around in the Studio 54 days. Mom tells me stories about when she was a Disco Queen.

Whoddathunk, the guy can dance! He’s a little self-conscious, but that’s only because he’s a little rusty, I guess.

I feel like asking him when was the last time he danced, but he might take that as some kind of negative comment.

Ok, now we’re getting to the Latin dance. My dress is a little tight for this, I should have worn something loose, that dress that billows up when I spin, and shows my panties.

This is a couple-dance. He takes my hand, the other goes to my middle back, below my shoulder-blades. Good: The number of times I’ve had to move guy’s hand from my waist up to the correct place. And that idiot once, who put his hand straight onto my ass. Ugh.

Let’s see if he knows how to lead. Even if he doesn’t know, I know I can make him feel like he is. That’s the art of couple-dancing: Make the guy feel likes he’s in charge, even when you’re running the show.

That couple over there are showing off their moves. My competitive side wants to teach them a lesson and blow them off the dance floor. C’mon, lets go!

 

[attyman80]

I smile wide as your competitive side rears its feisty head. I channel the lessons learned in the ballroom and swing class I took in college nearly 20 years ago to the day. I know better than to count my steps despite that count blaring in my mind.

I love the way you move- your grace, your swagger, your sexual energy oozing from each shift of your curvaceous hips. We seem to glide around the floor. I try my best to lead, and it seems you oblige my attempts to do so.

“You’re making many men jealous right now.” I whisper into your ear with a light chuckle. “And you’re make me… uhh… ha… har… happy.” I grin. The music fading, and the other couple playfully bows to us.

“To the victors go the spoils…” I shrug and look to the way you glow in victory. “That was amazing, thank you.” I say with appreciation, gently rubbing my fingers up your spine to the nape of your neck.

 

[MsK2021]

The music came to a halt. I am just an audience clapping my hands and blowing kisses. Is somebody waiting for me to say something ? What am I supposed to say now ?

Lilac said, “I’m an unknown quantity to Katie.” This is a kindergartener's tactic to get what she wants. There ain't no kindergarteners here. The attorney was going “ uhh… ha… har… happy.” Did you get that? Lilac, remind him again it's too romantic. Remind him two of you are not newlyweds. I wonder if he talks like that in court.

And did he say “to the victor go the spoils” ? Damn, what does that mean now? Did you google it? Was the guy getting deep with you ? Remind him you are from an Escort Service. I'd just wine and dine and dance and go fuck. Pure simple. we are doing a clean business. And, Lilac, go to the front desk to make sure the room and all room services have already been pre-paid.

I like your idea of “Make the guy feel like he’s in charge, even when you’re running the show.”

 

[MsK2021]

VIP Liaisons​

This business sign still stays firm on the wall by the entrance. Alexander, the owner, is walking into this boutique small office. Manager Katie is sitting tight at her cute little front desk. Nobody else is here. No clients. No escort girls. No business.​

No smiles, he looks at Katie and grabs the business transaction book. Five steps to his couch behind the room divider screen, he sits down.​

Ten minutes of silence, the Boss says, “Katie, you know I've been good to you, don't you?”​

“Yes I do, Alexander.”​

He stands up and walks to the door, “I'll see you at the bar around 10 tonight.”​