A short story.
Megan stood at the mirror in the bathroom she shared with her two college roommates applying her makeup. Applying her makeup had become a challenge of late when she was preparing to go out on a date. She would have to stop frequently to control her breathing so her hands would quit shaking. This was something new for her, she had never experienced such anxiety before.
Of course, she had never gone on dates like these before, at least not until a month ago. Up until recently her dates were with other college students her own age and came after the ritual of flirting and courting in which young people normally engage.
The dates Megan went on now were arranged by her agency and were invariably with older men, successful men who could afford to pay for the companionship of beautiful young women like herself.
Sometimes these dates involved being wined and dined in LA's finest restaurants, trips to the theatre, nightclubs, or exclusive parties, on the arms of her well healed dates. And sometimes these dates only involved discretely showing up at an expensive hotel suite in one of the city's most exclusive hotels.
That was the kind of date she was preparing for tonight. The hotel was small and secluded, located on the edge of an enclave of expensive Beverly Hills mansions. She had not been there before, nor had she ever been on a date where they sent a limousine to ferry her to the hotel.
Another first for Megan was that this was an all-night date. Up to now, the dozen dates she had been on since becoming an escort, never lasted more than a few hours. Even when the dates involved going out to dinner or a social engagement before ending up at a hotel to consummate the evening, they never were more than four or five hours. They were never all-night.
Megan's scheduler had congratulated her on the booking. The other girls might go a year or more before they got an expensive all-night date. This date would pay for the back rent she owed her roommates.
But the thought of an all-night date filled Megan with trepidation. What would her date expect of her for such an expensive engagement? What might she have to do?
On the dozen dates she had been on since joining her agency a month ago, only eight of them had involved sex and they were vanilla affairs. The sex had been from the missionary position in all but two, which were performed doggy style. The men had all been kind, if not gentle. She had not been asked to do anything she had not already done in her personal life.
She had been lucky in that regard so far. But she knew that she would eventually have to engage in anal sex, sex with another woman and a ménage à trois involving a mixture of both men and women. The agency had warned her about that and demanded that she agree to engage in these activities if they were going to accept her into their stable of young women.
Megan suspected her booker was being kind and breaking her in slowly with easy dates so far. But the woman that interviewed her told her what would be expected of her eventually.
When her mother started to have money problems after becoming ill, she had confided her woes to an older girlfriend from college who was a doctoral candidate. She had candidly told Megan that she had similar financial problems but solved them by working part time as an escort.
Although her mother was nearly recovered now and planned to go back to work the following week, she wanted to reduce her mother's burden in having to underwrite her expensive education. She wanted to pull her own weight. And to Megan this seemed like an ironic means of doing so.
The money and hours were good and the work allowed her to continue her studies and left enough free time to study as well. Her attractive friend had given Megan one of the company's cards and left it up to her to make her own decision without giving her a sales pitch.
It had taken Megan a couple weeks to even consider taking this drastic step, but when she started to fall behind on her share of the rent since the money from her mother had dried up temporarily, and purchasing books for the new quarter was looming on the horizon, she finally relented and decided to contact the agency.
Resolved to move ahead, Megan sat down at her laptop in a secluded alcove of the university's quiet library and pulled up the agency's website. It was an eye opener. There were listings and photos for three dozen attractive young women such as herself. The young women's bios listed their age and other vital statistics and featured explicit photos of them.
Having to be photographed in the nude gave her momentary pause, but once she thought about it, taking such explicitly sexual nude photos was the least embarrassing aspect of what she was about to do. Although she was still troubled by the idea of having these photos on the internet where anyone could see.
Knowing that her options were limited, she deciding to move ahead. Megan had clicked on the job opportunities hyperlink and was soon interviewed, photographed, and listed on the website as an available escort.
Megan had selected Anna Fonteyn as her professional persona, her stage name. It was a combination of the first name and the last name of her favorite prima ballerinas from the past. Her new scheduler Sissy had told her it was a good choice, since it conjured images of sleek ballerinas and Megan's body delivered on that promise.
Dance was Megan's college major and her body was ideal for a ballerina. Megan was five foot six and a slim 110 pounds. The website listed her at 35-23-34. Her C cup breasts looked bountiful on her small frame. Without makeup, she looked almost waifish, if not for her breasts. Even with makeup she was still a fresh-faced innocent looking beauty.
Although she was a twenty-one-year-old college junior, her photographs deceptively showed someone who looked much younger. She looked more like an immature fifteen or sixteen-year-old high school girl, innocent in the ways of the world. Her sad and innocent doe like eyes only enhanced the impression that she was an ingénue.
Her long wavy light brown hair hung down and almost covered her pert breasts in her feature photo on the website. She was in a classic Marilyn Monroe pose and she had a come hither look in her eye as she peeked out from behind her cascading hair as she looked up into the camera lens shyly.
Other photos were less artistic. In fact, they were downright gynecological, exploring her vagina and ass in intricate detail as well as her pert breasts. The closeups of her breasts revealed quarter size light pink areolas and small pencil eraser sized nipples. Her small nipples and areolas only added to her youthful mystique.
Her interviewers and scheduler had told her that her schoolgirl appearance would attract many male admirers who found young women like her less threatening that some of the more exotic beauties who also appeared on the website. And they were right. The calls from her scheduler started coming in almost immediately.
But even after a dozen dates and having been intimate with eight of them, Megan still got all wound up before going out on each date. She always worried that her next date would push her to do things that she would not ordinarily do in her own life. As a result, she was a nervous wreck before each date.
So now, once again, she stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to get her hands to quit shaking long enough to apply her eyeliner and other makeup, as she prepared for her all-nighter.
