Clare was close to running out of money when she decided to try out being an escort. She's a 19-year-old freshman student at New York City's Julliard School, Music Division, studying the cello. Clare was blossoming into a strikingly beautiful woman with long brunette hair that she usually twirled into a tight bun when playing her cello, so it would not interfere with her playing. Her skin was alabaster white from the little time she spends outdoors since she practices her instrument for long hours. Her breasts were simply magnificent.
Just in the last year, she had gone up two bra cup sizes to 36 C as her young body matured and her long hours with her cello bow exercised her upper torso. Her buttocks were also filling out to a womanly curve, round and tight from gripping her instrument between her knees and from walking everywhere, since she could not afford taxis. She had a beautiful country girl wholesomeness that was uncommon in New York and she turned admiring heads wherever she went. Men dreamed of fucking a fresh girl like this but thought her unattainable. Little did they know that for a handful of cash, any one of the men would soon be drinking in the sight of her naked beauty, mounting her fresh body and pounding their stiff cocks into her moist warm tight pussy.
She'd been in the city for a couple of months and was feeling a bit homesick for the quiet of northern New Hampshire where she had grown up. Her musical talent had won her a scholarship for tuition but food and lodging were so expensive in the big city that her meager savings from her summer job at Dairy Queen were running out. She was desperate. Normally paying jobs were out since she needed to practice her cello for hours every day to keep up with the other super talented students in the school. She needed to earn big money in as short a time as possible and being an escort seemed the ticket. One of the student dancers at her school had whispered to her in the cafeteria about how she was making big cash for being with only a few clients every week. She googled "Escorts New York City" for information and checked out websites until she found one with a "Female-owned" note. She trusted that a woman would put her on the right path in this new endeavor. She called and made a five o'clock appointment for an interview with Fran at "Fran's Midnight Magic Escorts".
The second floor walk-up office was two blocks from Times Square in a building that had seen better days. Fran had told Clare to just walk in without knocking. Fran was a blonde foxy forties type of woman that had made a successful living as a stripper and later in the sex trade. Now she was an entrepreneur. Fran could not believe her luck when beautiful Clare walked into her office. Just the type of juicy newcomer that certain rich clients loved to fuck. Here was a girl that was going to make her a lot of money in introductory fees. The girl was dressed in a modest knee length black skirt that showed off her tight butt with a soft pink cashmere sweater that stretched over her ample bosom.
"You must be Clare. You said on the phone that you were new to the escort business. Please sit down and let me fill you in. I couldn't talk on the phone because these things could get one in trouble with the police."
Fran saw the worried look passed across Clare's face.
"Don't worry child, everything will be totally safe. None of my girls have gotten into trouble with the law since I started this agency thirteen years ago."
Clare blew out the breath she was holding and gave Fran a relieved smile.
Fran's Midnight Magic Escorts" was advertised as "Female-Owned" but that was just a little lie. It was jointly owned by Fran and her husband, Jerome. Jerome was a tall handsome black man who had met his wife at the local gym where they both worked out. When he had lost his job as a stock analyst on Wall Street after the Dot.com Bubble burst, they started this escort agency. With Fran's escort experience and Jerome's business degree, they were very successful. One of the side benefits of the business was having some fun with the new girls, especially the innocent newbies to the trade. At this point in an interview with a brand new girl to the escort business, Jerome would always walk in unannounced.
As planned he would watch the girl go into the building and then gave them a few minutes for introductions and such. Jerome and Fran had found in the past that it was best with fresh meat to get right down to the nitty gritty with a test. When they first opened they had wasted time and the good will of clients when a new girl would have second thoughts and not show up for a date or panic and run out at the first sight of a customer's cock. So they decided to gauge every new girls commitment. Plus, of course, Jerome just loved to get a taste of fresh pussy. So, he burst into the office. Clare looked up with a surprised look at the black man that almost reached the top of the doorway.
Fran smiles and says,"Clare, I would like you to meet my husband Jerome. I am glad he is here because he has the final say on whether we hire a new girl."
Jerome walked over and shook Clare's hand as he lecherously looked up and down her body with a broad grin on his face. This girl was simply perfect and his cock had gotten hard the moment he had seen the beautiful girl enter the building. It was down his left pants leg and was now it was getting even harder and was starting to hurt as he fantasized about what was going to happen in the next few minutes.
"Nice to meet you, my dear, " said Jerome.
Clare's cheeks turned crimson and she looked down in embarrassment as Jerome took her small fingers in his giant hand. She had very little contact with black people in northern New Hampshire but she prided herself with not being prejudiced. She had seen his lecherous grin and when she looked up his crotch was a her eye level and Jerome brazenly took his hand and shifted his massive manhood inside his pants so that it was now pointing up and making a large tent. Fran saw this and was amazed that Clare's cheeks got even more beet red than before. Jerome sat down on a sofa beside Fran's desk so that he had a good view of Clare during the interview. Well, Fran thought, it is best to find out sooner rather than later if this shy girl can work in the escort business. First, Fran had learned that it best to tell them how much money they could make before letting them know what they will have to perform to earn it.
"Clare, in the escort business you can make $1,000 to $2,000 a night. Does that appeal to you?" Clare nodded a yes. She was in dire need of money.
" Of course, for that type of money one has to make one's clients happy. Do you understand what that means in the escort business? " Clare glanced shyly at Jerome and nodded yes as he broke out in another broad smile.
Jerome wanted her to squirm and says, "Hell girl, we are talking sex here. Booty. Serving up the pussy to the client if and when they want it. Get it? " Clare nodded again. She knew from the girl escort at Julliard that an escort had to have sex with clients.
"Do you like sex?", Jerome burst out.
For Clare that was not a simple question. Since she had blossomed into a beautiful ripe woman, boys had been after her but she had studied her cello to such a degree that there had been little spare time for fun beyond time with her loving family. After her 18th birthday, one cello teacher couldn't fight the sexual tension between them any longer and groped her breasts. Clare thought it felt delicious as he rolled her nipple expertly between his fingers. Her panties had a huge wet stain afterwards and she looked forward to his touch in the next lesson.
Unfortunately, when the next cello lesson came he apologized immensely, begged her not to tell anyone and rushed out. He cited his weakness in the presence of her beauty and his commitment to his family. Stephen, who studied the violin, was as close to a boyfriend as she had had during high school. They had gone to the prom together and afterwards had ended up at a house party. Clare was determined not to go to college as a virgin and this was a good place to lose it. Couples were making out all over the place and they had gone to a bedroom for privacy. She had felt his hard penis in the dark and he had felt her breasts and pussy. It was throbbing and soaking wet with anticipation but Stephan had a premature ejaculation as he fumbled nervously with the condom and he could not get hard again. She was incredibly disappointed.
Since then, Clare had learned how to masturbate and brought her virgin pussy to increasingly better orgasms as she learned more about her body. Lately, she had discovered that she could press the small speaker that attaches to her laptop to her crotch against her clitoris and bring herself to incredible orgasms with the vibration of the classical music coming through the speaker. Her favorites were Baroque composers and her roommates were complaining when she turned the symphonies up to the maximum and then she screamed out when she climaxed. So she guessed the answer was....
"Yes, I like sex."
