TonyRajTiger
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George Kelly, 35 years old, dark brown hair, 5'11"
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It was about 8.30 when I returned to the hotel. It was the end of another hard gruelling day at the overseas office in London and I was away from my home and family back in Dublin.
I opened the door to my room and just flopped onto the double bed exausted. I must have fallen asleep for atleast forty minutes before waking up and discovering once again that I was all alone.
Just 30 minutes before my evening phone call home to Kate and the kids. I can't phone too early, as Kate thinks there is something wrong if I don't do it on time. She was a bit of a perfectionist was my Kate. A good wife and mother too. I loved and missed them all.
I decided to take a quick shower to help me relax. There was enough scotch whiskey left on the drinks trolley I ordered the night before with plenty of soda to mix, so there seemed to be no harm at all in getting a little tipsy to break up my boredom. Maybe watch tv before I close for the night.
I took my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and poured a drink. I thought of my Kate and the fantastic sex we always had. We could make love like a fully tuned orchestra makes good music. My thoughts were having an affect on my old man and I tried to get them out of my mind.
Nearly time to call. I noticed a calling card had lodged underneath the phone and pulled it clear to read. Opus Personal Services, the card stated. No doubt a card that had been left here for the last customer. I read its details and what it was offering.
Prostitution. A call girl service direct to your hotel room. Now that sounded a little out of my depth and something I never thought about doing. But then, I thought again and wondered. My colleagues have confessed to using such services before.
I spent a good half hour mulling it over in my head. Infact, I was even making myself horny just thinking about it. What harm would a bit of fun do? Kate, God bless her would never have to know about it.
I was late making my call, but I apologised to her and we chatted for a while about the day we both had seperately. Listening to her just made me feel both melancholly and happy. I said goodnight and then looked at the calling card once more.
After a few moments of hesitation I decided to call Opus.
I gave the lady my details, who I was and where I was staying. She asked what type of service I was looking for and I thought of Kate and gave her the descriptions. I had booked a call girl and she was on her way.
Too late now. It was done. No matter if I changed my mind or not, I gave my account details to be credited and I would have to pay either way.
I waited. Waited for that knock on my door.
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It was about 8.30 when I returned to the hotel. It was the end of another hard gruelling day at the overseas office in London and I was away from my home and family back in Dublin.
I opened the door to my room and just flopped onto the double bed exausted. I must have fallen asleep for atleast forty minutes before waking up and discovering once again that I was all alone.
Just 30 minutes before my evening phone call home to Kate and the kids. I can't phone too early, as Kate thinks there is something wrong if I don't do it on time. She was a bit of a perfectionist was my Kate. A good wife and mother too. I loved and missed them all.
I decided to take a quick shower to help me relax. There was enough scotch whiskey left on the drinks trolley I ordered the night before with plenty of soda to mix, so there seemed to be no harm at all in getting a little tipsy to break up my boredom. Maybe watch tv before I close for the night.
I took my shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and poured a drink. I thought of my Kate and the fantastic sex we always had. We could make love like a fully tuned orchestra makes good music. My thoughts were having an affect on my old man and I tried to get them out of my mind.
Nearly time to call. I noticed a calling card had lodged underneath the phone and pulled it clear to read. Opus Personal Services, the card stated. No doubt a card that had been left here for the last customer. I read its details and what it was offering.
Prostitution. A call girl service direct to your hotel room. Now that sounded a little out of my depth and something I never thought about doing. But then, I thought again and wondered. My colleagues have confessed to using such services before.
I spent a good half hour mulling it over in my head. Infact, I was even making myself horny just thinking about it. What harm would a bit of fun do? Kate, God bless her would never have to know about it.
I was late making my call, but I apologised to her and we chatted for a while about the day we both had seperately. Listening to her just made me feel both melancholly and happy. I said goodnight and then looked at the calling card once more.
After a few moments of hesitation I decided to call Opus.
I gave the lady my details, who I was and where I was staying. She asked what type of service I was looking for and I thought of Kate and gave her the descriptions. I had booked a call girl and she was on her way.
Too late now. It was done. No matter if I changed my mind or not, I gave my account details to be credited and I would have to pay either way.
I waited. Waited for that knock on my door.
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