Kate laughed, not the polite sort of laugh but one that rolled up from her chest, head tipped back like she owned the whole night. She probably did. She knew we’d follow wherever she led — no question, no hesitation — and that alone was enough to make my stomach tighten.
“Go on,” she said, eyes flashing. “Show me you’re worth my time.”
I moved in closer, only to feel the sudden brush of leather against my side. Not cruel, not even painful, but sharp enough to remind me exactly who was in charge. Kate didn’t need to raise her voice; the tilt of her chin, the flick of her wrist, that was enough.
“Do better, or find out what happens,” she whispered, almost lazy, but the warning hit deeper than any shout.
Derek muttered his reply, shaky at first, “Yes, Miss.” He wasn’t the only one unsettled. Kate had this way of stripping you down without laying a finger. One word — “Not good enough” — and he was tripping over himself to please her. She hooked her nails along his jaw, pulling the words she wanted out of him like a puppeteer yanking strings.
At one point she left us like that, caught between tension and anticipation, while she wandered out. The silence dragged, long enough for sweat to slide down my back, long enough for Derek’s breathing to turn ragged with nerves. When she returned, coffee cup in hand, she smiled like she’d never left. The kind of smile that promised she’d only just begun.
What followed wasn’t about quick thrills. It was about waiting, about holding back, about how much you could take when someone else wound the clock. She paired us like dolls, moving us into place, making us wait for the smallest nod.
By the time she finally allowed it to end, Derek collapsed beside me, his whisper frayed and thin. “Thank you, Miss.”
I watched him, undone, and something inside me shifted. I’d always thought of myself as an independent escort, good at adapting, at following the room. But seeing Kate that night, the way she bent everything to her will, I wanted to learn that side of it too.
Maybe that’s the secret of working as a Bio Duo escort. It isn’t just about giving a client variety. It’s about catching sight of new corners of yourself, ones you didn’t even know were there, in the reflection of someone braver, bolder, and completely unafraid of power.
If this encounter intrigued you, you might also enjoy When the Lover Meets the Wife andSurprise in Leicester Square — two stories where desire takes a deliciously unexpected turn.