In the day's that followed my first assignment I really did a lot to change my life. I had just lost my virginity to a man, and for money none the less, there was neither love nor any consideration for me. It was all for the clients excitement, but I was paid very well, in fact I knew that I would never earn that much money again for an assignment. Even at that age with no real world experience, I somehow knew that a virgin escort must have been extremely rare.
I found a room that I could rent from an older couple, it was basically a converted old garage that had been made into a mother-in-law suite. The room was small, but it did have a private bathroom with a sink, toilet and standing shower. The wall paper was a dark pink with an old time print. The border that surrounded the top of the walls was a floral print. There was no closet, only a small wardrobe and a dresser, both made of a wicker material. Cheap to say the least, but it was mine. The rent was not bad, only $ 500 a month. I paid three months up front, which was all the couple seemed to be interested in.
I was able to cut the small college I was attending a check for $ 6,500 to cover my spring semester, which still left me with $ 2,000 from my first assignment, more money than I had ever had in my life. Kevin and I spoke on a daily basis, he knew I needed a few days to get my life in order, so he did not talk business, he was only checking in with me to see if everything was alright. He did make it a point though, to make sure that I purchased a cell phone, he even helped me get on a plan, since I had no credit history.
Finally with my life in order; a reliable roof over my head, school paid for, and a cell phone I was ready to continue with my new career. I knew that I would need the money, and wow it seemed so easy, I could make more in a few hours than I could working a week full time. The idea that I would have plenty of time to focus on my school work was something that Kevin reminded me on a continual basis.
It was Saturday morning when I received an early call from Kevin on my new cell phone, I was startled out of a deep sleep. Kevin told me that he had a gentleman in town that day who would like me to accompany him around the city that evening. I was told that I would make $ 1,500 for the evening, and if he decided that he would like me to stay the night, my share would increase to $ 2,500. I was still in shock over the amount of money that was being thrown in my direction, so it took me a minute to process everything before telling Kevin that I agree.
Kevin filled me in on the itinerary for the evening, I would meet the gentleman who would go by the name of Mr. Johnson. We would attend a function that evening at the city art gallery, then we would go to a nice local restaurant, finally back to his hotel were I would "model for him".
I went out that day and did some shopping, I figured that I could use some new clothes, something that I could be seen in that evening. Not wanting to spend a whole lot of money, I found a sale at a department store in the mall, and purchased several dress shirts and two pairs of dress pants, one black one brown, and two new pairs of dress shoes the same color. I wanted to look good, to present a good image. I can still not believe how nonchalantly I was taking this new "career".
I meant Mr. Johnson that evening at the art gallery in center city, it was a little function that they were staging for their members. There were drinks, mostly champagne and white wine for the guests, as well as a jazz band. The patrons wondered around the gallery until they finally opened the section that had brought in everyone that night, it was the unveiling of a new exhibit of Latin American Art. Mr. Johnson and I walked through in the first group, he talked a lot about the paintings, trying I guess to show me his knowledge of the art world. I pointed out the main difference that I saw, which was that Latin American Art (which of course focused very much on religion) seemed to be happy, whereas the European Art from the same time period (especially the Italian) seemed very cold or harsh. Kind of like the difference between those that preach a loving god versus fire and brimstone. This impressed him, and seemed to put him more at ease for some reason.
After the gallery we went to the Restaurant only a few blocks away from the art gallery, the restaurant was named after the famous Dutch Painter Rembrandt. The place was nice and Mr. Johnson ordered an expensive dish, being new to this and not knowing what was expected of me, I ordered a simple chicken dish, one of the cheapest things on the menu. Dinner was nice, and Mr. Johnson had a few glasses of wine and even gave me a glass, no one was watching but he had to be careful as I was not of legal drinking age.
He wanted a stroll after dinner, and on the way to his hotel he asked me if I would mind extending our date for the entire night, for an extra $ 1,000 of course I said yes. We wandered through a small park near his hotel, and that is when he grabbed hold of me for the first time. He took my hand in his as we walked through the park, and every time we were shielded by the darkness he would let go and touch me, either squeezing my ass or brushing his hand over my cock.
We reached his hotel room just after 8 pm, and Mr. Johnson started to act just a bit nervous, he was no where near as dominate as Mr. Deverson had been. I could tell that this was a treat for Mr. Johnson whereas Mr. Deverson was acting out a dominate sexual fantasy. Mr. Johnson sat down on the edge of the bed, and asked me to slowly strip out of my clothes for him. I did so in a manner that resembled a stripper, not knowing if a man was supposed to do it differently, but I could tell by his actions that he was enjoying himself.
When I was nude Mr. Johnson lifted his butt off the bed, just enough to remove his pants and lower them to his ankles. At his request I untied his shoes and removed his pants and underwear the rest of the way. While I did that he removed his shirt, undershirt and watch. We were now both nude, facing one another, and then I saw that his cock had sprung to life. Mr. Johnson was an average sized man, his cock was about the same size as mine, maybe a little bigger. He reached out and placed his hand upon my shoulder and gently signaled for me to drop to my knees.
