Usually people call to book a girlfriend experience escort for themselves, but this time it was supposed to be a surprise gift for one of their buddies. I told them that the interested party has to be informed beforehand and they hesitantly agreed. We set up the date, time and location. The client was staying in a hotel, since he was in London on some sort of a business trip. They gave me his name and room number and told me to come in between 6 pm to 9 pm, since he will for sure be there then. I still wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but since Jerry, that was his name, was okay with it, I was too. Maybe we could do a role play?
I showed up in the hotel at 7 pm, wearing a blue, inconspicuous dress. Finding the room took me some time, since all the hotel workers were busy, but I finally managed. I knocked on the door and waited. After a couple minutes I knocked again, getting a little irritated. I knew this idea was stupid. Finally, the door opened and, as I suspected, Jerry looked at me weird.
“Can I help you with something?” he asked, sounding confused.
“Oh, no, your friends didn’t tell you?” I gasped, feeling my cheeks getting red from embarrassment.
“Wait, you’re…” he stopped and sighed, “I thought they were joking.”
He let go of the door and walked into the room, swearing under his breath. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. Jerry came back to the little hallway, holding his wallet.
“How much did they pay you?” he asked.
I told him the amount, to which he opened his wallet and handed me the money.
“I’ll give you double if we just forget about it and after some time, you’ll tell my so-called buddies that the sex was out of this world,” he said, trying to push the money into my hand.
And I could just walk away, earning triple my usual pay and leaving the guy to his own misery. But that’s not the kind of person I am. I’m a GFE London escort and I’m not leaving until my client is satisfied.
“I cannot accept it, and we don’t have to do anything,” I told him, lightly pushing his hand away, “Business trips tend to get a little lonely, we can just talk or watch something.”
“Business trips? That’s what they told you?” he scoffed and walked away, shaking his head.
I followed him, still feeling nervous and awkward. I got even more unsure seeing the bedroom, it was apparently a newly-wed suite.
“Welcome to my honeymoon,” he said and laughed awkwardly, “As you see, it’s pretty lonely.”
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head, “There’s nothing to talk about.”
I walked up to him and carefully hugged him.
“I was in a similar situation. Right now, it feels like the world came down at you, but it will get better. Maybe not today, not in a week, but it will. Don’t give her the satisfaction,” I tried my best to cheer him up, but I couldn’t look him in the eye as I was talking. It felt like I was invading his personal space. I tried to convince myself this is just a role play, but it didn’t work out.
Surprisingly, he hugged me back. I felt him shivering and holding back the tears.
“Come on,” I said, pulling him towards the bed.
He was obedient like a dog, letting me lie him down and place his head in my lap. He hid his face in my abdomen, he was still shaking like a leaf. I started petting his head, trying to comfort him. This is the position I always assumed when my clients needed some comfort. Being a high class escort is a lot more than just sex.
“You know it’s okay to cry?” I said quietly, “You’d have to be a heartless monster not to cry in moments like this.”
I knew that men have some strange aversion to crying, but I also knew this would help him.
“Don’t try to hold back,” I continued, “Women actually like when men show their emotions.”
He scoffed hearing that, and I let out a short laugh as well.
“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered, as my left hand was caressing his back and my right was playing with his hair.
This finally did it and I felt something wet on my dress. We stayed like this for a good thirty minutes. I didn’t stop petting him and whispering comforting words, until his sobs got quieter.
“Thank you,” Jerry said quietly, his voice hoarse from crying, “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”
“Of course,” I agreed without hesitation.
“The money is on the table,” he said, “I still want you to take the tip.”
I decided there’s no point in arguing and only nodded. We changed our position to be more comfortable. I lay down and he hugged into my side, then we held hands and tightly intertwined our fingers.
“Talk to me, please,” he asked shyly.
“I don’t know what to say,” I opposed, even though I was usually chatty, I couldn’t find any words now.
“Anything. Maybe a funny story that happened to you?”
Anything. I bit my lips, thinking what that might be. I started petting his hair again and then it came to me.
“When I was ten years old, my dad took my sister and me to a carnival…” I closed my eyes and started the story.
I don’t know when he fell asleep, I finished my tale regardless of that. Then, I quietly wiggled out of his grasp, took the money and I was about to leave, when a little notepad caught my eye. I picked it up and searched for a pen. There weren’t any in sight, so I took out my eyeliner and wrote “I wish you all the best!”. I left the note on the table and left the hotel room.
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