||This story is pure fiction. There is nothing truthful here||

“Gypsy, you have an appointment with Mr. Red shoes. Information is on the fax machine.”

He was his usual Monday self. Cheerful and full of life. Who am I kidding? The Man has the personality of dry toast. He did run a tight office, though. He knew how to get the girl’s appointments and make sure the client was always happy. I will give him that much credit. I grabbed the paper on my way to the lounge. There was nothing that stood out in the requirements he had for today. Red shoes, red dress, hair in a bun, and arrive at 8 pm—nothing to curl my toes or make me jump for joy. My crush was long over for this Man.

Following the instructions, I arrived at the hotel around 7:55 pm. His room was always the same. Room 419. A creature of habit that Man was. Checking the mirror as I walked to the elevator. The shimmer from those red heels danced in the ultraviolet lights of the lobby. A fitted red dress clung to my small frame. The most significant thing that caught my eyes was the crimson smear on my lips. Not one for expensive lipsticks, I had this one gifted to me for Christmas. It has actual flakes of diamond dust in it. Eat your heart out, Kylie Jenner. My lips are stunning.

A few knocks on the door, and he called for me to enter. I never use his name because, he is the red shoe Man.

I tossed my bag on the entry table. The first thing I noticed was the room was dark. Usually, the tv would be on to some political show or be on the phone with his wife. I often thought he did that to piss me off. It was how he was with all the girls he fucked. Since getting married, he has not been the same. Always angry and frustrated when I get there. I must admit that pleases me more than it should. His misery is my happiness.

“Get undressed, except for the shoes. Everything, and leave your hair up, or I will chop it off.”

I started to undress out of habit, not fear. He didn’t scare me. I knew underneath the facade; he was a small boy with commitment issues. Standing at the end of the bed, my normal 5ft 7 frame was four inches taller from the heel’s spike. I must have stood for about 10 minutes before he spoke again to me. It was impossible to endure this. I knew I was being paid, but I was going insane with not knowing what happened for the love of God.

“My wife left. She took the baby with her. She won’t be back. I should never have married a good woman when all I think about is a whore.”

My hands behind my back, fingers linked with each other, how could I look away from him? He was saying that he wanted me. I knew he was lying. Men do that when they want something. He tried to cause me the pain he felt from his loss. I guess that’s when I broke. One last tear ran down my face, but I wouldn’t leave. I was that whore. A good whore, to be exact.

“How can I help you?”

He rose to his feet without speaking, yanked the cord on the lamp to come out of both the wall and the light. He would bind my hands with this. Wrap the line tight around my joined fists, and make sure that it was tight. Palming my head, he pushed me down hard. My head rested at my knees.

“Look up at me whore! I want to see the pretty face I am going to destroy.”

Eyes up, my mouth opened wide to take his cock in the warmth of my oral cavity. He didn’t even wait for me to lick over the mushroom head. Nope, that cock pushed down my throat till his balls kissed my chin. I dug my nails into my palms, choking, the saliva poured from my mouth. His cock was angry tonight, and my throat would take the abuse. Unable to breathe for a moment, I couldn’t even form screams. My body lurched to take a breath. He was withholding my air from me. The moment I thought I would pass out; did he allow me a breath.

“Why are you doing this to me? I am not your wife.”

Slapping his cock against my cheek, he ordered me to open my mouth. I did, of course, but when he spit on my tongue, I thought I would vomit. I have licked assholes, but this was vile. Growling, I wrapped my lips around the head, the tip of my tongue now fucking his piss hole. In and out of the tiny slit, this Man oozed a thick stream of pre-cum. Sweet, the fluid poured into my mouth like a river of lust. My teeth on the rim made sure he couldn’t move, even though I would never hurt him. I was a nasty bitch.

A firm slap to the side of my head released my teeth from what they grasped, though I knew he liked it. I knew he wanted my throat more than he had ever wanted anything. All that fluid doesn’t lie. He can call me a liar, but the proof gathered at the tip of my tongue. A puddle of shame rested in my mouth, well, until I looked up and spat in his face. Spat that shit right in the middle of his forehead. I was certain that I would get fired for this, but it didn’t matter to me. He should respect women as more than someone to get his dick off.

“You fucking slut! How dare you do that to me. I will own you.”

Grabbing my bun, dragging me to the bed, I bent over the corner of the mattress. Ass up in the air, I bit the mattress when I realized what was going to happen. Pressing the head to the anal entrance, he shoved full length inside of me. I tried not to scream but couldn’t stop. Even the fabric of the comforter couldn’t hold all the noise back. I knew I would bleed on him, but he didn’t care. His brutal assault on my asshole was payback for spitting on him. Thrusting the shaft into my core, I could even feel the veins pushing against my anal cavity. Each time he forced himself into me, it felt as though his cock was being strangled.

“You dirty fucking bitch. I will ruin you.”

I felt the grip of his fingers on my hips as he rammed this cock into my asshole, breaking down the walls. It was a few minutes before the tears stopped, but he didn’t. I watched the clock on the wall. Twenty-five minutes passed before he pulled out of me. He hadn’t come through. Once again, using my hair as a handle, he would finish in my mouth. Finish that blood covered cock in my mouth. Raping my throat with his cock, he pushed in one last time and emptied his balls into the back of my throat. A thick splash of cum filled my mouth with the salty contents of his nut sack. Choking me with the intense amount he had to spill.

Releasing me, he dressed and left. He told me to keep the room for the night. Make myself at home there, and then he tossed a few hundred on the bed as a tip. No matter the amount of money he paid me, he would always be someone I use to know.

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I’ve always had the fantasy of being an escort. No, I am not one, but this fantasy is fun to play out in my mind. On a hot night in California, this is how taboo game would play out.

“I can’t get better if I have never failed.”

Again, he wanted to see me. I often wondered why a newlywed would need to see an escort, but I guess that sometimes in love, you don’t always get it all. His wife was a beautiful model who could have any man, but she chose him. If I was to say why, I would say his bank account. He was a very wealthy CEO of a major company, and his kinks were not for the vanilla type woman.

Reaching the second shelf of my closet, I pulled out a pair of black strappy heels, not my favorite, but they were ones he bought me. He seemed to love them intensely. Before I put them on, I would need to clean the cum stains from the soles, or should I? I opted to leave them there. I like knowing that I was the one who caused that sudden spillage. Neither of us saw it coming, and when it happened, he punished my ass with 20 swats for causing it. I enjoyed every painful strike on my flesh.

I love the memories of our days together before everything changed.

The date’s details arrived via fax, which is one thing the company was very good at providing. They always gave us a complete list of what the client wanted before our arrival. I am forever thankful for that. Sometimes you need to prepare for something beforehand mentally. A few of my escort clients are very detail orientated.

I was to arrive at the Four Seasons in downtown Los Angeles at 8 pm promptly. Not knowing why he always added that. I was never late—just another factor in his need to be in control at all times. I was to wear a simple white dress, stockings in the nude shade range, a pair of Victoria Secret panties, white, and the black shoes he purchased last for me. Nothing was unusual here. I often had gotten a request like this. It was always what he was in the mood for at the time. I liked his choice this time. With the outfit and a simple loose bun, makeup done in a softer than usual tone, and nude polish on my fingers and toes, I was ready.

On my way up, I was when the elevator opened, and he stepped out, smiling the moment he saw me. A kiss to the cheek and few kind words about my appearance, and he led me out the front and into a waiting limo. I had no clue what we were doing, but I hope it was better than the last time. I wouldn’t say I liked the way he treated me on the prior date. No one wants thought of as a pawn, even when they know they are.

I chose the escort life for a reason.

Sitting back in the limo, a glass of wine in hand, he began to speak. I rested the glass and listened to his words. Something about his presence tonight was different. Something was off.

“When I met you, I didn’t expect ever to see you again. You were just a whim. Now don’t get all upset. I found so much more in you than my first impression. Each date we had made me fall more for you, but let’s be honest here. You’re a whore. You allow men to fuck you for money. I can’t take you home to meet my family, my daughter, well you’re younger than she is. I married my wife, who is your age, but she has a class that is above you. Sorry, but I’m honest. The one thing she will never be though is you. I can’t have a whore in my home. What if I was having a party and half of my friends have slept with my wife? It would make me less than a man. As much as I care for you, Gypsy, you will always be the other woman.”

It was a shocking statement by this Man but well deserved. I think this was the day I stopped loving him. He was now just a fuck like everyone else. Just the john with more money than sense and an addiction to one special escort.

“So, where are we going tonight? I thought we would stay in?”

Laughter came from him. I guess he expected me to cry over him. Not me. I wasn’t wasting a tear on him. He was a five grand a night fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. Just as he was to speak, the limo stopped, the driver exited, and he escorted us into a strip club. Was he taking me to see strippers? Never a dull moment, but this was crazy.

“Tonight I want to watch you with another woman. I want to see a woman pleasure you!”

I couldn’t help but laugh and be a little out of sorts at the same time. He was neglecting me sexually more and more, and I know that was due to him being married now, but why spend time with me? It seemed odd to pay the amount of money he did and let me have sex with someone else. This is where I learned about his other side. He was a voyeur. It all started back in his childhood. I would find that all out by the close of the night. I would find out how he loved watching women he loved with others.

Taking a seat in the front, he ordered a champagne bottle for us, which wasn’t unusual.

When you have money, you buy the best. The bubbles tickled my nose as I drank, making me almost feel a little childlike. I couldn’t help but giggle, well, till the lights dimmed, and the girl took the stage. Anticipating what it was to be a stripper, I watched as this scorching blonde walked out wearing nothing but a trench coat. So cliché. I was on the edge of my seat when You could leave your hat on, played. Not only is that the best stripper song, but it’s one of my favorites.

Her body worked the stage and the audience like the professional she was. When the coat dropped, she was in nothing but a thong, stockings, and some platform heels. She worked that body up and down the stage before wrapping around the pole. Gliding her body up the pole, her legs wrapped around the slender bar, bringing me closer to the edge of my seat. I was intrigued. Each movement of her thin frame made me twitch. I am not attracted to females, but this girl would be the exception. She would be the one whom I would love to have devour me.

“Gypsy, she is coming back to the hotel with us!”

He whispered that I would be with this woman tonight. He arranged it. Though I love it when he fucks me, I wanted to be with her tonight. I was honestly looking forward to sharing myself sexually with the Goddess before me. Being as escort isn’t so bad after all.

A girls best friend!

Rule Breaker

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