Who's the Bitch Now?

Well I was approaching the big Three-O in a couple months and dreading it. I am still in decent shape but the genetic roulette wheel has been a bit unkind since I have been loosing my hair since my early twenties but shave my head so it doesn't look bad.

On the other hand I have a good job even during this economy and life seemed to be going well even if I lived it alone. Things had just gotten better when my manager submitted his resignation, and I was promoted to his position.

Well after the promotion at work I was working longer hours so I had no time to start or even develop a relationship. Since I had more disposable income I figured it would be easier to visit an escort then picking someone up in a bar. In a bar there is always the chance of things not working out, last minute doubts, "cock-blocks", getting too drunk, etc. It also doesn't help when you don't look like a Grecian god.

I surfed the web for escorts in my state. After finding several sites and viewing the profiles I chose five that I would call, explain what I wanted/needed, get a sense of their personality, and also find out how much of a donation they would need.

When I called the first girl I could have sworn she was getting fucked wile she was talking to me. I then called Lana, she was very sweet and understood my needs. We setup a date for the coming weekend. I was a bit nervous but also excited.

Saturday night I arrived at her door, when she opened the door I was awestruck. She was dressed in a nice short skirt and see-through blouse even prettier then her pictures on the internet. The blood started flowing and I was growing.

She invited me inside and gave me a hug and kiss. I took off my shoes and she told me to have a seat on the couch. We sat on the couch for a bit and talked about life and such. She asked me if I wanted to move into the bedroom. I smiled so she took that as her cue, grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.

I had her gift in an envelope in my pocket, so I took it out of my pocket and put it on the corner of her dresser. She had her back to me facing the bed so when she turned around, she just gave the envelope a quick glance, smiled and grabbed my hand dragging me to the bed.