My friend’s daughter is also my escort?

As a successful businessman, I travel often. I enjoy the many locales I visit, usually for
business, except for a significant drawback. I have little time to date or put into a
relationship. Predictably, as a man in my mid-thirties, I get quite lonely. i found myself
searching out the better escort services in the cities I frequent. One of those cities is also
the home of a very good, long time friend and his family. It also happens to be the home of my
favorite escort service.

Steve and I met during my first job right out of college. He was a few years older than I but we
got to know each other well. He had a wife, Jan and a daughter named Megan. We all got along
well and Megan seemed to look up to me like a big brother. And why not, I was at their house for
dinner at least twice a week, since Jan was a wonderful cook and generous person. About three
years ago I left to start my own company in another city. So each time I make my way back we
always go out and catch up on things. This trip back was no different.

As I’d been accustomed to, I called the escort service as soon as I arrived and set up a date for
Tuesday night at 9pm. Instead of requesting a particular girl, I just told them to send me their
newest, youngest escort. Now, the only night Steve and Jan could meet for dinner was also Tuesday
night. So I told them that would be fine, but we’d have to finish by eight.

Tuesday night arrived and we met for dinner as usual. But since Megan was now in college she was
too busy to join us. So the three of us enjoyed a nice dinner, reminisced, and caught up on the
latest happenings in our lives. A few minutes before eight we said our goodbyes. I went to a
local liquor store and bought a good bottle of wine in preparation for my “date”.

I arrived at the hotel restaurant a couple of minutes after nine and spotted an attractive young
brunette, hair a little below her shoulders and wearing a tight black dress that barely reached
her thighs. Assuming this was my date I walked up and sat next to her. “Hello, I’m Derek”, I
said. As she looked up and turned my way I recognized her instantly. “Megan! I didn’t expect to
see you here. How are you?”

I expected her to be excited to see me. Instead, her face turned suddenly pale and deflated.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you happy to see me?” I asked. She feigned a smile. “Of course I am,
Derek. It’s just that …” she turned her head back toward the bar and looked down. “I think I’m
your date for tonight.”

“My date?” I thought to myself. Then it hit me. When I realized it was Megan at the bar I just
assumed I was mistaken about her being my date. Once the initial shock wore off I managed to
break the silence.