Working for the escort agency gave me a new lease of life. At 26 years of age I was looking for something different having become a little stale working as the manager of a retail outlet. I have always taken pride in my appearance and workout at the Gym on a regular basis. I know I am very attractive to women; I have all the classic good looks, I am tall, my hair is black and my body is trim. I possess those chiselled looks that women value so much. Women often reinforce the fact that I am "good looking and know it" by telling me so. I work hard to keep fit and look fit.
After a workout I would sometimes go for a massage and became interested in the techniques of massage, studying the subject and practicing whenever the opportunity arose and it arose often.
I got plenty of female attention and many offers. I could pick and choose and took the good opportunities that came my way. Once I built up a good relationship with a woman I would suggest that she let me give her an erotic massage. Erotic massages had become a specialty of mine and would lead to fantastic sex. I had been fortunate enough to meet an old guru who knew all the techniques. He was by the time I met him well in his 60s but we talked endlessly about technique and he was only too pleased to pass on all his knowledge to me. "It is all in the fingers," he would say, "Women love a man who knows just how to use his fingers."
I am an unselfish lover and whilst I get enormous pleasure from having sex with a beautiful woman it is giving pleasure that pleasures me most. I think there is no greater complement than when women have multiple orgasms for me -- and they do. That is something else my old guru taught me.
"You must always pleasure your woman to pleasure yourself, not the other way around. Her body is sacred like a temple, treat her like a goddess and she will give you double in return"
It was as a result of working out at the gym that the chance came along for a career change when I was approached by one of a women that used the gym regularly and asked me if I fancied doing some agency escort work. I thought why not?
At first it was just spare time, always in London, the agency would call me and ask if I was available when they had a client and if I was available I would do it. Slowly I built up a clientele of women who would ask for me specifically and very soon my ability to perform a very good massage also became well known. The agency used a website to advertise their male and female escorts where clients could search through the available escorts and choose the one they wanted for themselves.
As my fame for giving a good massage grew the agency asked if they could add it to my profile on their website. I agreed and negotiated an increased payment whenever a massage was involved and made it absolutely clear that I would only give a massage to female clients.
Work started coming in faster and faster and I realized that I could easily leave my job as a retail manager and take up escort and massage work full-time. It was also much more lucrative and far more enjoyable with good tips from wealthier clients on top of my normal fee from the agency.
Many of the clients were business women, the times having changed with more and more women working rather than just being happy to be housewives and in the process carving out successful careers for themselves they also travelled from various parts of world but mainly Europe. There were single and married women among my clients. Some just wanted an escort for the evening, others wanted a massage and there were those that wanted the full erotic massage. Some would start with the basic massage and it would develop into an erotic massage. If I really fancied the client I would move imperceptibly from the one to the other increasing the erotic pleasure in stages.
I continued working hard to perfect my massage techniques and my pièce de résistance became the Yoni massage. Yoni is the Sanskrit word for the vagina that is loosely translated as "sacred space" or "Sacred Temple." In Tantra, the Yoni is seen from a perspective of love and respect. The massage when expertly done is the most relaxing experience for a woman and at the same time extremely therapeutic and erotic.
I must make it clear at this stage that I did not perform a Yoni massage in a totally unselfish way as is taught in Tantra. I am not a therapist more of an opportunist.
The women who ordered a massage on the phone would be spoken to by a receptionist and those who ordered a massage by email were given the opportunity to leave a telephone number so that they could be contacted by the agency to verify the customer was genuine. They were always contacted by a female telephonist who was trained to gain as much information about the client as possible which would be done by entering into a bit of small talk and chit-chat. The clients would often slip into telling their life stories. Then a brief would be prepared for me and this gave me an advantage when meeting a client for the first time. This I always found extremely useful. This is how I first met Renate Braun.
Renate was a German business woman and what is often referred to as a "high flyer" she had arrived in London and had been to a high level business meeting telling the agency telephonist that she had had a very busy few days, was feeling stressed out and would like a massage at her hotel. She was told that unfortunately the agency only had one masseur who was male. Renate had replied it didn't matter as long as he was good at his job.
She was assured that the masseur was very good everything the agency did was very discreet and the time was fixed for seven o'clock that evening. I was given the brief about Renate and saw that much more information had been gleaned about her. She was 32 years old and had her own import/export business. She was married to Dieter Braun an economist who worked for the German government. Her travels took her all over Europe and she and her husband had extremely busy lives, they had no children. The clear impression gained was that she wanted a normal massage, plain and simple and with no sexual content.
I phoned her after I had read the brief and introduced myself telling her my name was Mark McGill and that I would be arriving at her hotel room at about six-thirty if that was alright. I ask her for her room number which she provided. I suggested that she take a shower before I arrived to help to relax and to open her pores in preparation for the massage and also suggested she wear a large enough bath towel for modesty purposes. She said she would and we ended the phone conversation.
I knew from the sound of her voice that this was to be a very business-like massage for a very business-like woman. Although I hadn't seen her yet I knew it was going to be very difficult to get beyond the basics. If she was anywhere near as gorgeous as she sounded I would be pulling out all the stops to thoroughly please her in every way that was for sure.
I arrived at the hotel and made my way directly to her room knocking on the door.
"Hello, whose there?" The voice was softly feminine.
"Mark McGill." I replied, "Your masseur Madam."
"Oh just a moment," She said in what was now clearly a soft German accent and I heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened.
In front of me stood this absolutely gorgeous creature, red hair and a stunningly beautiful face.
She had a large bath towel wrapped around her and as she turned to walk into her room with me following I could see that underneath that towel was a fabulous figure. The towel was sort of tucked into her breasts holding it up and it reached down to about half way up her very smooth looking thighs. Her arse moved tantalizingly inside the towel as she walked.
"I am afraid there is no massage table," she said turning to look at me properly for the first time, "Will the bed do?"
