My name is Philippa, I have always preferred to be called Pippa and it is now my work name as a Sex Worker; not a prostitute. Why did I become a sex worker, as a newbie to sales my Sales Manager, to keep his job and bonuses, gave me a sales opportunity to manage; a good career opportunity he called it. Then arranged for me to have sex with his clients as part of his sales process; this is my story.
What qualifications did I have for this job? I was twenty two then now twenty three, five foot nine, long blond hair, toned slim figure; I did gymnastics as a hobby. And, like everyone else, enthusiastically trying to get something better in life.
What did I get out of it; yes I did get good money "as a sales commission" and I was successful; the company we both worked for more than doubled in size and was sold off for its enhanced order book. We were then all made redundant.
My first client, whom I had sex with, was called Angus, he was a perfect gentleman, and was also the first person I ever had sex with. We are still very good friends, when I need advice he is my confidant and mentor. After being made redundant he invited me to visit him at his apartment in the South of France. I was their once before just after he retired.
It took me three days to drive the 1,400 miles from Glasgow to Saint-Tropez where he lives; I wanted to drive, last time I flew to Nice. Stopped off at two hotels enroute that Angus recommended; why did I go to see him. I wanted to make up my mind as to what I would do after being made redundant, and come back with a nice South of France, all over tan. I suppose he is the father figure I never had.
After I arrived at his large apartment, we sat out on his balcony watching the sun setting. He said the sun setting is like being made redundant as the day ends. However in the morning it will rise again and start over; this is what you have to do. Only question is what do you want to do; get it right or wrong you can always start over again and again, you can do this as many times as you like. What do you want to do?
I didn't want to go back to a never ending office job; at least not just now. I liked the buzz sales gave me. Angus said was it that; or the forbidden fruit, foreplay and sex, that you got the Buzz from. Although I needed to think about it; I knew from within, that was what I wanted to do at this point in my life. He said I saw that in you on our first night, you lit up as I help you remove your dress.
I know some people that can help you, if that's what you want; tell you what sleep on it tonight. You have had a tiring three days driving here; why not have an early night. I went into the bedroom, undressed and stood naked looking into the mirrored cupboards. At that point I made up my mind.
I went out to Angus, naked, took his arm and led him to our bedroom, like he did to me on our first night. He said nothing, smiled and came with me. This time I undressed him until we both stood there naked, we both were visibly aroused by this time. I lay down and he joined me.
As we both lay there together, I moved over and kissed him French style; it was so sensual, as our tongues touched and rubbed together. We were both getting more aroused by it; I put my hand on his thigh and slowly massaged it and then the inside of his leg. Then I started to stroke his hardness and to feel his wetness form. He also caressed me with the back of his fingers and I could feel my wetness forming too; I said; I think it's time and opened my legs in invitation.
He moved over me, I could feel him as he entered me gently and I let out a quite moan of contentment; he missed my G-spot first time, he slowly withdrew and re-entered and as I helped guide him, he touched my G-spot; my and his wetness now were making it easier and more comfortable. We were both enjoying it as he ungulate back and forth, my body was moving in harmony with his, and I would squeeze and hold him back as he withdrew. I could feel he was enjoying it too. I don't know how long we kept this up, I was starting to climax, I held back as he continued with his unhurried undulating rhythm, I could feel myself starting to cum, as so did he. We both enjoyed the moment.
By this time we were both wet, with the Saint-Tropez heat and exhaustion, we lay there embracing each other. We pulled up the sheet together, as we liked to do, to hide our nakedness; we held each other tenderly until we fell asleep together. We awoke in the morning embracing each other, we could feel each other's arousal, without saying anything; we did it all over again.
We arose from our bed as the morning sun reached us. We showered together, rather than get dressed we went onto the balcony naked, sat and had our breakfast there. Angus made a few calls to friends; as he outlined what I wanted to do; become a sex worker; I was getting excited and contented about the prospect. We were going to see one of his friends at eleven to discuss options.
After we arrived at her house and were met by Annett and one of her staff, Helene, also blond and very French in her flowing movements. We went into a plush room, the purpose of which was obvious. Annett and Angus sat in a corner and I was asked to strip sexually for Helene, no music, nothing. I did my best slow and seductive striptease. Helene then stripped for me, I was very aroused by it as was Helene; each time she touched me, intimately and sexually I could feel what can only be described as sexual electric shocks. Annett said that is what you will learn to do today.
My next assessment I was to have actual lesbian sex with Helene while Angus and Annett watched. Helene was very athletic about it, her flowing movement and sensual touching, I tried to follow her lead but couldn't. Before long I had a very visible organism. Three times as I tried to have Helena have an orgasm, I came; each time more forceful than the one before. By this time I was very happy but exhausted.