“You do know you’re paying for this?” I teased David.
It wasn’t that I enjoyed reminding men I was a Chelsea GFE escort, but three hours of us sitting idle did feel unusual.
We were sprawled in his Chelsea hotel room, Legally Blonde playing faintly in the background. My head rested on his lap, his hand idly across my stomach.
“I know,” he groaned, childlike. “I’m just so bored.”
“Then let’s do something,” I suggested, arching an eyebrow.
He shook his head. “Mmm… too bored to move.”
I rolled onto my side to look at him. “I can take the lead, if you’d like.”
“I’d like that, but…” His eyes flickered away, uncertain. “You did all the work the last two times. I feel like I should give something back. Even if that’s what I’m paying for.”
“That’s sweet,” I laughed softly. Leaning close, I whispered, “Your company is enough.”
He chuckled, “Then I’m all yours.”
I shifted against him, playful, letting the silence stretch just enough to heighten the mood. I knew what he liked, what he’d never admit so openly. Escort work in Chelsea teaches you how to read the smallest tells: the way a man sinks a little deeper into the cushions, or exhales when you touch him in a certain way.
He closed his eyes, surrendering to me. For a while, I let him. It wasn’t about rushing; it was about drawing out the kind of tension that sits somewhere between comfort and longing.
But then he stopped me gently, stroking my cheek. “Maybe we should… actually be together. Properly.”
“Whatever you want,” I smiled, meaning it. “If you want closeness, let’s have it. If you want teasing, I can give you that too.”
“That’s the part that troubles me,” he admitted, voice low. “It reminds me you’re here because of money.”
My hand lingered against him, steady, reassuring. “Does that bother you?”
“Sometimes,” he sighed. “At first it didn’t. But lately I’ve been wondering if there’s something deeper out there. Something with more meaning. Not just this.”
“There is,” I told him honestly. “But that’s not something anyone can buy.”
He nodded, thoughtful, then studied me. “Can I ask you something personal?”
“You can ask,” I said with a small smile. “I just can’t promise I’ll answer.”
“Why this job?”
I hesitated, then let a laugh escape. “I enjoy it. The people I meet, the stories, the way no night is ever the same. And yes, the money isn’t bad either.”
“So you like it?”
“Yes,” I said simply, holding his gaze.
“Okay then,” he murmured.
“Okay as in, ‘carry on’?” I teased.
He smiled. “Only if you want to.”
I leaned down again, this time with no hesitation. Not because he expected it, but because I wanted to. There’s a strange intimacy in learning someone’s body so well you could almost map it blindfolded. The way his breathing changed told me everything.
He gave himself over fully, lying back, eyes closed, trusting me to lead. I took my time, letting the tension build until his restraint finally gave way. Watching his body surrender was its own kind of reward, more telling than any words.
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