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Ch. 01 – Tanya
In case you missed chapter one let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I'm a 24 year old IT monkey from the UK. Every now and then I go out and fuck a whore, prostitute, working girl; whatever you want to call them. This is my little secret diary for these types of occasions.
I was in the city on business. It was boring, inter-departmental relations work that I hated so much. It wasn't one of those fancy over-nighters either when the company puts you up in a hotel; this was a there-and-back-in-one-day kinda deal, with lots of driving and sitting around wasting time before the big meeting. The meeting was at 1pm, and I figured I could fit some fun in before I came home, so I booked a local escort.
Her name was Nikola. I looked her up online. She had an apartment not too far from the soul-less venue my company had hired for us IT folk from around the country to meet up, so I decided to give her a call. I have never telephoned an escort before. It was a very surreal experience. She was very kind and sweet, but I noticed due to her accent that she was not British. I began to get feelings of forced working girls again, but I figured that this girl was in her own apartment, in an up-scale part of town, so she was more than likely doing ok.
The meeting was on for 3pm. I received a text about half hour beforehand, with more detailed instructions on how to get to her apartment. I fired her post code into my sat nav and within minutes I was at the right place. Nikola's directions had brought me to a huge development complex on the city's waterfront. I was silently impressed. I text her knowing that I had arrived at the designated post code, and again I had another text in return, telling me the exact block and flat number to go to.
The stroll through the apartment complex was really nice, with the ocean wind blowing in my face. It was about this time that the nerves kicked in again, and the full realization of what I was doing dawned on me. I reached a small glass door with a call panel next to it, made from brushed aluminium. I took a deep breath and keyed in the apartment number she had instructed: 515. The device on the wall rang for a few seconds, then the door clicked. I took this to assume the lock had been released, and I was correct. Inside the clinically clean building, I took the elevator to the fifth floor. I thought how comical yet disastrous it would be if I ended up stuck in this lift; I was on limited time.
The doors opened on floor five with the standard clunking sound and revealed a long white corridor with a red carpet. I wandered straight ahead of me, although the corridor forked in two directions, and began counting the room numbers to make sure I was going in the right direction. 511. 512. Looks good to me. By the time I had reached 513 I heard a door ahead of me open up. 514. I keep walking...515. An empty, open door way. She was holding open the door.
I enter her small, but cosy and modern-looking apartment, and the door closes behind me. I turn around, and there she is; Nikola, in all her glory. My first surprise was at how short she was, but that said, I am very tall. Her bleach blonde hair and artificially tanned skin matched her online profile photos exactly. As did the enormous, but apparently natural breasts protruding through her pink dressing gown. This kind of girl wasn't really my type, but sometimes you want something you've never had.
"Hello, Mark," she said sweetly, in a heavy foreign accent.
"Hi there," I said in reply, "it's nice to meet you."
I handed her a small brown envelope. She put it in her dressing gown pocket, and quickly moved on.
"I am Nikola," she informed me, seductively. I get a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Would you like to take a shower before we begin?"
I agree, and I am led to the bathroom and left in peace. She shut the door behind me so I started up the shower and got undressed. I looked at myself in her bathroom mirror. I didn't feel anxious or nervous anymore. I smiled at myself at the situation I'd gotten myself into. Was I really doing this, again? After a quick shower I dry off, and wrap the towel around my waist, before heading back out into the apartment.
Nikola is no longer in the hallway, but in the bedroom instead. She called me through and I walked in to find her spread across the bed of red silk, her dressing gown a heap on the floor. She is wearing a corset, suspenders and sheer stockings. Her breasts are completely exposed, and hang heavily from her chest, the dark, fat nipples pointing at me, alert and erect.
"Would you like to come on the bed?" She asked me, waving a finger at me.
"Of course," I said in return, smiling back at her.
"Take off the towel," she said calmly.
I stand there in silence for a few moments, and then drop the towel around my ankles. Her eyes drop to my manhood, I guess she is sizing me up. My cock is heavy and fat with the early stages of arousal, but isn't yet erect.
