A Teenage Escort

A Teenage Escort.
Part 1.

The Training

My family was fairly poor, no, really poor. As a child through high
school I was teased about my clothes, shoes, everything other kids had
that were nicer. By the time I got to 10th grade at 16 years old I was
sick of it. My parents were wonderful just not educated and had lousy
jobs. We never went hungry or anything like that but the teasing had
scarred me to my soul.

One thing I had going for me was I am pretty with a great body. That led
to many of the mean insults from other girls because their boyfriends
wanted to fuck me. Not date me, not the trailer park poor hot chick, but
hot chick to slam a few times without being seen out with me.

For the longest time my studies were all I was interested in, having
seen what being high school dropouts did for my parents.

At a local Goodwill store, the ones where donated stuff gets sold for
charity, I was looking at some clothes. It?s really kind of awesome what
you can sometimes find for a buck or two. This lady comes over to the
rack I was at and says, ?oh that would look so good on you.? It
surprised me because she wasn?t one of the volunteers that work there.

?Uh, thank you but it?s a few more dollars than I have to spend?, I
replied. ?My name?s Brendy?, she said as she extended her hand to shake
mine. ?Hi Brendy, I?m Rhonda.?

She flashed a big smile. Looking at her outfit took me aback, she was
dressed in what must have been a very expensive dress, Fendi handbag,
and beautiful stiletto heals. ?Well Rhonda it is my pleasure to meet you?.

?You don?t look like you shop here often Brendy?, I commented. ?Oh I buy
a lot of stuff here for my girls, they go through a lot of clothes on
the job.?

?How many daughters do you have?? Brendy smiles big again, ?none, they
work for me.? Inquisitive now about what they do and why they go through
so many outfits I asked her, ?what do they do to go through so many
clothes??

She shakes her head slightly and replies, ?this and that, they use many
for costumes, some get ripped up, some kept as souvenirs by their, uh,
dates.?

I?m really curious now, uh dates?? ?Dates, souvenirs, ripped up, what do
your girls do exactly??

She looks me dead in the eyes and says,?Rhonda, you?re a beautiful young
girl with an angelic sweet face and a super hot body, you could make a
lot of money working for me.? I?m interested in the idea of making a lot
of money. My brow furrows, ?and what exactly would my job be??

?Well,? she continues, ?I have many gentlemen, very rich gentlemen, that
want a nice young girl to spend time with, and they pay well. Looking at
you I can say you?d make about $2,000 to $3,000 a week, cash. Does that
sound interesting Rhonda??

My eyes get wide open, first at the amount of money then ask, ?you say
spend time with but for that kind of cash they must want more than company.?

?Most do but some not, they like the company of a young pretty soft
girl, but yes, some want more? way more but they pay really, really
well.? My face is turning red and I?m getting a warm feeling rushing
through my body. I?m a virgin, only seen a dick a few times but used to
sneak my parents porn movies when they were gone and rub my pussy.

I?ve seen them enough to know how dirty people can get, licking pussy,
sucking cock, fucking, ass fucking, 2 or more guys ravaging a girl. Now
the clothes comment makes sense. In these movies there are schoolgirls,
nurses, street whores, simulated rape, spanking, girls getting tied up,
slapped around.

?Gee Brendy, that?s tempting but I have to be honest with you, I?m a
virgin and though I?ve seen porno?s enough to know about almost all sex
I?m not sure I could do it, ya know??

And there?s that big smile again. ?Oh Rhonda, a virgin gets $5,000 or
more the first client they have. Depending on what you?re willing to do
you could get up to $10,000, but you?d have to really be at the disposal
sexually to the client, maybe even more than one at the same session.?

?If I tried and couldn?t go through with it what happens??, I ask. ?The
client isn?t charged and you go home, but won?t be called again for an
escort?, she explains.

I?m thinking about this hard, up to $10,000 for the first time, that?s
better than the shitty McDonald?s some rich asshole punk in school would
give me to try to fuck me. And a regular weekly income of thousands, I
could tell my parents I got an after school job, help with the bills,
wear nice clothes and tell all those snotty bitches at school to fuck off.

This is the turning point, F-YOU snob cunts! ?Look Rhonda, let?s do a
trial run to see if you want to do this, ok?? Trial run??

?I have a client tomorrow I take care of personally, his money allowed
me to start this business and get other girls working for me,? she says.
?He likes what is called a ?triple play?, blowjob, fuck, and anal. You
can come along and just watch to see how it works. He?ll pay you $500 to
play with your pussy while he does me and you said you like porn so it?d
just be like live porn.?

?But I don?t have anything decent or sexy to wear.?

?No problem, we?re about the same size, I?ll pick you up early and we?ll
raid my closet and get you set up.? Looking at her outfit I bet she?s
got some really nice stuff I could wear. ?Ok, I get out of school at Lee
High at 3pm, pick me up there ok??

?Sure sweetie, that will give us plenty of time to get worked up and
ready, see you then,? she says then turns and walks out to a red
Mercedes convertible.

All that night and next day at school I?m anxious, nervous, and turned
on. Classes seem to drag on forever. When that last bell rang I
practically sprinted to the parking lot. Not seeing her car was
disappointing until I heard this honk-honk. Looking across the street
was a limousine. The dark tinted window slides down and Brendy leans out
and waves to me.

You should have seen the looks on people?s faces as I crossed the street
and the driver opened the door for me. I was hooked, F-U snobs was all I
could think.

?Is this yours,? I ask Brendy. ?No, it belongs to our client, he?s a
very, very wealthy businessman. There are a lot of perks in this
business Rhonda. Now let?s go get you prepped, raid the closet, and
enjoy a fantastic dinner then have some fun!?

Next thing I know is we are at a beauty salon, an expensive spa as the
rich call them. ?Come on Rhonda, it?s time we get pampered.?

The doorman guides us in and it is awesome. In the front is a tray with
champagne, he hands a glass to each of us. Quickly an immaculately
dressed and coiffed woman smiles and says, ?Brendy, so good to see you,
and who is this beautiful girl with you??

?This is Rhonda, hopefully you?ll be seeing her often.?

?Ladies, follow me please? as she leads us to the spa area. We enter
dressing, or rather undressing rooms, and strip naked then wrap
ourselves with warmed soft large towels. I hear Brendy calling and step
out of the dressing room.

?Follow me Rhonda? she says then heads around to a large room. There are
padded tables that have a hole where your head would be. Doing as she
does I lay down on the table putting my face in that open area. It
coddles my face.

Soon two women enter and take our towels off leaving me naked. I feel
warm oil being poured on my back and legs. Sliding hands start to rub
me. Good gawd this feels good! Scented candles are lit and low and
soothing music is playing and this woman is massaging my body nearly
putting me to sleep. This goes on for about a half hour before we are
wrapped back into the towels.

Again, following Brendy we go to another room. Here we get our hands
massaged then dipped in warm oil. The two Asian women begin to work on
our finger nails as our feet are soaking in a tub of warm oil then massaged.

I can?t believe this, for the first time in my life I got a massage and
am getting a manicure and pedicure. Sure, I?ve read all about spa
treatments in my women?s magazines but for a girl who wears $1 shirts
this is unreal. Brendy is getting me hooked harder and harder, she knows
the game.

After we are done there two men, gay as hell, come in and walk (or
prance) us to the hair salon area. We are washed, conditioned, cut,
dried and styled. When they turn me around to the mirror I almost cried.
My hair looked like those bitches at school. Then we go to yet another
room filled with mirrors and lights around them.

Oh fuck, I?m going to get a professional make-up job. Thanks to the
towel all the pussy juice that I was flowing didn?t leave stains on the
chairs. During all this Brendy is talking so sweet to me and telling me
how I could have this all the time. Yeah I thought, just got to suck and
fuck to get it.

No big deal I rationalized, to live this lifestyle I probably have to
marry some fat ass and do the same with him. At least I could do it on
my own terms.

We left the spa and entering the limo more champagne was waiting.
?Rhonda, we?re heading back to my penthouse apartment to get ready. As
the limo pulls up to this high rise building my awe grows. Penthouse?
The only penthouse I thought I?d see was the magazine on the porn rack
behind the counter at the local zippy mart.

A uniformed doorman opens the limo door, ?good day miss Brendy,? he
says. ?Oh very well Jim, and how?s that wonderful family of yours?? She
really knows how to work people and I find it intriguing.

To the exclusive express elevator we go up to her apartment. It was
flashy but in a good way.

?Oh come dear, let?s get out of these clothes and take a bath.? This
bathroom was larger than my whole trailer. ?Be careful not to wet your
hair or rub your face sweetie. The dressing area is over here.? I follow
her. Seems like a lost puppy but my head is spinning from all this.

She opens these two large French doors to reveal a ?closet? that is a
clothing store, shoe store, and accessories store combined. There are
chairs and a table in there. Chairs and table in a closet?

We undress and slip into the tub. She has scented oils and rose petals
floating on top. It is odd that I have no shyness being nude around her.
The tub is so large we don?t even touch each other. A light bubbling is
coming out of places all over the tub and is invigorating.

She pours two glasses of champagne, apparently rich people drink a lot
of champagne. My head is getting light, I?m not used to alcohol.

?Our client likes everything smooth,? she says as she grabs a razor. She
moves over to me and lightly kisses me on the neck placing the razor on
the ledge. I never thought about being with a woman but I don?t recoil.
Moving up my neck to my ear I feel tingling in my pussy. Her light
kisses and tongue moves across my cheek and she is now licking my lips.

Her kiss becomes firmer then her tongue parts my lips. My mouth opens to
her tongue and my tongue meets hers.

There I am making out with this beautiful woman and liking it. Her hands
are stroking all over my body making me squirm a little. That good
squirm of excitement.

Backing away she gets the razor and pulls one of my legs up, lathering
it with some good smelling gel. She shaves me from ankle to hip, very
gently and sexy. Then the other leg. ?Rhonda, stand up sweetie, I?m
going to make you smooth everywhere.?

I do and her hands spread my legs exposing my pussy.