The blood began to pour from my nose, the blatant attack successful in its job. Jesus Christ, I thought. My virgin Male Escort job and I meet a jealous ex husband. Obviously, it was all an 'accident' and it was just a clear attempt at provocation, one of which I wouldn't react to. I was, after all, working, and I had to remain calm. I'd agreed to play the part of Sam's new boyfriend, and I knew her ex husband could well be at the same event. I guess, being a Male Escort, I had to expect this sort of unpleasant situation, and I'd soon learn. However, at this stage, I had no idea what was coming next.
Later on that evening, I agreed to go back to Sam's hotel room for coffee, and to allow her to clean my face. My smart black tie attire was ruined, and I had the embarrassment of doing the bloodied walk of shame through one of Chester's finest hotel receptions. Once inside Sam's lovely hotel room, I immediately noticed the new wardrobe design. . . on her bed! Yes, all of Sam's clothes were sprawled across her huge king size bed.
"Oh, stop, don't look." Sam said, trying her best to usher my bloodied body into the small bathroom.
"So, how many clothes did you actually try on?" I replied, laughing whilst adjusting my swelling face.
"Well, I wasn't expecting any company, so. . ." Sam said, covering her face with her hands, yet laughing underneath.
I carried on laughing, before making my way into the bathroom to assess the damage.
"Ready!" I heard Sam shout a short time later.
I returned to the much tidier hotel room to be met by a fresh cup of coffee. I never drink alcohol on duty, and I was still on duty. Sam was wearing a large black t-shirt and tight black leggings. She was stunning, and I had to work hard on redirecting my gaze. She looked incredible for a lady in her forties.
Sam began to look at my face, and it wasn't long before her soft lips rested on my own, our gaze speaking with no words.
No, no, no, I thought to myself. I cannot do this! I made my excuses and began to leave. I opened the large wooden door to Sam's hotel room, but immediately closed it, my excited frame still in the room. I looked at Sam, and we began to kiss, slowly at first, before our mouths gathered pace and aggression. What happened next was wrong and ill advised. However, it was hot. There were few words, but what words were spoken, were rude and appropriate for the steamy situation.
So, Carter Drellern, this was your new life? I thought. Ill advised, wrong, naughty, risky, and hot encounters. Yes, Carter Drellern, this was your new life.
