The last encounter I had with Katie still stuck freshly in my mind. It was my first opportunity to taste her and have my cock inside her wet pussy. After our last session when she left she had let me know that there was a surprise waiting for me in the locker room. When my client left and I looked inside I found her pair of tight black gym shorts left inside one of the lockers with a very damp crotch. When I lifted them to my face and inhaled the scent of Katie's pussy was all over them. It immediately caused my cock to spring to life and I masturbated furiously while inhaling her scent and thinking about the incredible sex we had.
That kept me going all week until I had the chance to see her again. Just wrapping her lycra shorts around my member caused me to get hard imagining her tight pussy wrapped around me again. We had been exchanging email messages all week about various things she was asking me about, and at this point they were more than a little bit playful and flirtatious. We also talked about her school and life in general. I got more out of her about her life via email than I had when we were face to face. She was truly an amazing young woman who just had an unusual occupation.
When I carefully probed a bit more into why she chose escorting she said that the hours were better than stripping and it made more money, plus she got to choose who she actually had sex with. She told me that it wasn't something she was planning to continue after she was done school, she wanted to have a good career and a family as well. Most of her clients didn't even want sex; they just wanted someone to talk to and companionship. Her agency was one of the better ones in our city and when I checked their web site her rates were several hundred dollars an hour. After experiencing her body first hand I knew that she was worth every penny.
The next time I saw her actually wasn't at the gym. The night before I was scheduled to see her some of my former colleagues and I were out for a decent meal which we did occasionally. Sitting at our table facing the door I saw a very well dressed gentlemen enter and Katie was on his arm. She looked absolutely stunning dressed in a simple white blouse and a short skirt with sheer stockings on, like an incredibly hot secretary. Her hair was down as usual and styled so that it framed her small face and showed off her blue eyes as it cascaded over her shoulders. She was the type of girl who made heads turn, and turn they did, including the guys that I was with as she walked by.
"Wow, look at that." one of my friends said with a leer. "If she's his assistant how could he not be hitting that? If any of my staff looked like that I'd have a hard time"
"She's one of my clients" I revealed. They all openly gaped at me because the majority of my clients were much older and I couldn't remember the last one that was really physically attractive.
"Geez man, that's about the hottest thing I could imagine working out in front of me. What is she, 25?"
"20." They all laughed and the requisite daughter jokes started, along with several stories about clients that had flirted with them. As they broke out in laughter I saw her look over at our table and glare straight at me. I locked eyes with her briefly. As I got up to head to the bathroom and walked towards her table she glared at me again briefly and then when her date said something to her she changed her face into the seductive smile I had seen the very first time she had laid in front of me naked. Now I knew that a lot of what I had seen was just an act put on for the benefit of her clients. It made me wonder what else that I had seen was just an act.
The next day when she came in things were tense as soon as she walked in. She got changed into a fairly demure selection of workout gear just like she had worn during our very first assessment. The only problem was that anything she put on was tight and only drew my eyes to her ass and breasts. But I saw her a bit differently now. Seeing her on a date with an actual client made me realize that I was just like any other male that she was with. She wanted something out of them and provided sex as a solution. As much as I had hoped there was some emotion involved between us, or at least the beginnings of it I knew that there wasn't much chance of that.
I tried to keep things light-hearted but she was having none of it. As much as seeing her body as she worked out aroused me, I was also concerned that something was wrong. She kept refusing to do any exercise we had done in the past that required me to spot or touch her in more intimate ways like I had before. Her frosty attitude made not only the workout but also any conversation difficult. Finally I got fed up and I had to break the tension.
"What's wrong? You seem a bit off today."
"Nothing." She said with an obvious lie in her voice.
"Listen, if it is about me seeing you out last night..."
"It isn't that. I don't care if you see me. You know what I do."
"Then what is it? You're acting like you don't even want to be here."
"Did you tell your friends about me?" I suddenly realized that she thought I had told all of my friends about her and we were having a laugh at her expense.
"Jesus Katie, I would never do that to a client, and I would never make fun of you or what you do. Everything between us is totally confidential. I'd be in just as much hot water if people knew..."
"Knew what?"
"That we have had sex. That I have been having sex with a client" I put it out there because it seemed that it was better between her and I if we were just honest with each other. "It's not like I've ever had sex with a client before, especially one like you."
