Meeting Christopher

After a hot shower and a bite to eat, Emma puts a short bodycon dress and jumps in a rideshare with her roommate Sophie and their friends Ava and Olly. The four girls end up at a downtown bar. Their legs look stunning in the dim light, and there’s no shortage of gentlemen looking to buy them drinks.

Emma’s lost in thought about her day, so she doesn’t notice as Sophie, Ava, and Olly each pick up a gentleman in turn and slip away. It feels sudden when she finds her drink empty and her friends gone. She looks around the bar, but the remaining patrons look less appealing. There’s one thing that feels right to her for a proper nightcap, and that’s to open Slutr and mark her mouth as available for sharing.

Her phone dings with the distinctive Slutr sound right away. There’s a client a block away. It’s not too far to walk in heels. Emma goes over and finds herself in the lobby of a posh condominium. Security ignores her as she gets in an elevator and goes up to the penthouse. She finds herself in a spacious, minimalist suite with designer furniture. There’s a natural gas fireplace casting shadows, and a well dressed man sipping scotch on the couch.

Emma walks into the light and smiles. “Where do you want me, Christopher?”

The man momentarily looks at his expensive watch and then back at her. “Can I offer you a drink, Emma?”

Emma feels altogether more humanized than any of her other blowjob service calls today. Still, the client is always right, and every question assumes the answer is yes. She curtsies in her very short dress. “Yes, that would be lovely.”

Chris pats the couch pillow next to him and pours her a short glass of scotch. “So, how does a smart, beautiful woman like you find yourself in a business like this?”

Emma sits down, crossing her legs, and picks up her glass. She takes a second and sips. The scotch is a lot stronger than she’s used to. “I suppose it’s a classic story, Christopher. I’m a broke college girl. You should tell my college I’m smart — maybe they’ll give me a full scholarship. I need to pay my tuition somehow, and it seems like there’s quite a market for my body. Sell it while you got it, you know?”

Chris chuckles. “Oh, I know. Good answer, Emma. Timing the market is an art.”

Emma sips again. The scotch burns going down. She’s feeling irreverent. “Tell me a secret, Chris.”

That gets her a loud laugh. Chris finishes his drink. “I suppose my secret is that I’m good at timing the market. I like you, Emma. What I want to do is fuck your intelligent throat until your clever brain turns to mush and you become a helpless, drooling mess. Go and get on the bed.”