The Ad

[sexxxtoy18]

Kim posted the ad online and pressed her thighs together. Her first semester of college was over and all the money she had saved, waiting tables over the summer, was gone. She told herself that she wasn't turned on by the thought of men paying her for sex, but she knew on some deep level that it wasn't just the money that was making her impatient for her first appointment.

The site she used had a good reputation. They screened applicants and clients for security and everything was handled anonymously. She had cleared their checks just that morning, and now that her ad was up, she only had to wait to see what would come of it.

The clients would simply set a place and a time to meet, along with a short message telling her what the occasion was.

Kimberly's Escort Service
A woman of beauty and charm by your side to make just the right impression for a big night out. A woman of passion in your arms who knows how to please for a big night in. You've earned the very best. To arrange an appointment, leave a message here, and treat yourself to the night you deserve. 1k nightly, all services.

please PM to set up an appointment

 

[catlover]

Frank

I had heard about an in house local swing club that allowed single women but not single men. I knew my wife wouldn't go, so when she went out of town to visit her mother, I left a call at the number in the ad, telling her what I needed and that she could return the call to my cell phone number and we could talk further.

 

[Zenful_Intentions]

The ad

Dave Larson leaned back in his desk chair, smirking to himself in a contented kind of way. He was a professor and had just gained tenure. He was still youngish and therefore was the subject of some resentment in the history department because of this. He was used to it. He had always excelled and always rewarded himself after meeting each new goal. This time, he had chosen to treat himself to a beautiful woman. He was handsome and more than capable of drawing women's attention. He stood well over six feet, looked a decade younger than his 42 years, had curly brown hair, full lips, and after overhearing two girls after class realized he had a "great ass." But he was married and wanted a no-strings attached situation. Less complicated than involving himself with the occasional sexually forward co-ed. An escort service was what he wanted. And he chose one of the best.

He had filled out his profile, been pre-cleared and now was browsing, waiting to see if he got the girl he requested. He had never before considered an escort but the thought of it, of having her in his office, the risk of getting caught and even the taboo of cheating on his wife was enough to cause a twitch in his pants. He typed the final words of his proposition. "Sex in my office. A GOOD fuck. Show me you like your job and I'll make sure you get more than just your money. Love your pic." This was followed by the name of the college, building, and office number where he could be found. As he waited, he gazed on the picture provided in the profile of the blonde he chose expectantly.