SugarDeSpice
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Trisha "Trixie" Connor
long highlighted dark hair
almond shaped green eyes
olive skin
long legs and 36d
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Trisha sighed as she put the finishing touches on "Trixie", as she called herself o the streets. Even though technically she wasn't a street walker. She worked for an elite escort service that only catered to the rich and/or famous...you wouldn't believe the men she had fucked, and only men since she worked exclusively hetero.
She looked at herself in the mirror...Tight red dress, red high heels, the red lipstick she would never be caught dead in during her off hours...she was ready to go.
She left her apartment and got into a limo waiting for her outside, this was nothing special to her since as a child growing up she had ridden in limos, her father one of the richest men in all of northern hemisphere, that was until she ran away from home and her overbearing ultra christen mother.
She stared out the window on her way to meet her client...he was a newbie, for her at least, the booker telling her that "Trixie" was exactly what the gentleman had descriped to her over the phone...
They arrived at the Plaza hotel, not surprising, the clerk new who and what she was, she was there often.
She was lead up to the penthouse level and into a opulent and empty bedroom and told to wait.
She shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed, "I hope this guy is a good tipper"
long highlighted dark hair
almond shaped green eyes
olive skin
long legs and 36d
ic-
Trisha sighed as she put the finishing touches on "Trixie", as she called herself o the streets. Even though technically she wasn't a street walker. She worked for an elite escort service that only catered to the rich and/or famous...you wouldn't believe the men she had fucked, and only men since she worked exclusively hetero.
She looked at herself in the mirror...Tight red dress, red high heels, the red lipstick she would never be caught dead in during her off hours...she was ready to go.
She left her apartment and got into a limo waiting for her outside, this was nothing special to her since as a child growing up she had ridden in limos, her father one of the richest men in all of northern hemisphere, that was until she ran away from home and her overbearing ultra christen mother.
She stared out the window on her way to meet her client...he was a newbie, for her at least, the booker telling her that "Trixie" was exactly what the gentleman had descriped to her over the phone...
They arrived at the Plaza hotel, not surprising, the clerk new who and what she was, she was there often.
She was lead up to the penthouse level and into a opulent and empty bedroom and told to wait.
She shrugged and sat down on the edge of the bed, "I hope this guy is a good tipper"
