Ramya: my escort business grows

Aria Patel answers the video call eager to meet her fourth client. I pause a few seconds before turning on my camera so I can check him out first. A young Indian man’s face fills the screen. Early twenties, clean-shaven, nervous smile, good lighting. I turn on my camera and smile.

I spent some time styling my hair, but I have little makeup on. I want to come across as genuine with nothing to hide. I can tell a lot in that first few seconds reading his microexpressions. Rohan likes what he sees.

We make small talk, and I make sure to compliment something about him, in this case his striking eyes. "Tell me who referred you, Rohan." I already knew, but I like to hear him say it. I also ran credit and criminal background checks that came back clear.

"My cousin Arjun. He said… he said you were worth it.”

"I'm glad to hear that. Rohan, everything you tell me is between us, whether or not you choose to hire me. I promise you that. So why don't you tell me more about yourself and what you'd like to get out of this experience. I'll be very honest with you if it's not a good fit. I want to make sure you have a great time."

Rohan goes on and on, becoming more relaxed and more of an open book as time goes by. Eventually he brings up concerns about pregnancy risk and STDs.

"I have a copper IUD, which has the highest success rate of the birth control options. And it's the healthiest option for me. I also require clients to use condoms, and I get screened for STDs anyway. I don't send it out, but I let clients look at the hardcopy test results in person if they want. I assume you are still a virgin?" I ask.

His throat moves. “I’m… yeah. That’s me.”

I let the smallest smile show. "I was one too not long ago. I will skip the condoms for virgins. So long as you're comfortable with that, it will make for an even better experience. You're going to have a great first time."

"Okay!"

"Let's discuss location. Vegas is still possible on weekends, but I'm upping my rates a lot for travel and trying to move my business local now that I have a great place here to host. You said you were okay meeting here in your email?"

“Here is fine,” he says. “Better, actually.”

My city is a tech hub and a magnet for H-1B visa Indians. "I can pick you up at the airport if you're here for the weekend only. But if you're already in town for business, my house has a garage for your car for privacy. I'm ten minutes out of town on five acres with lots of privacy. You'll be my first guest. I'm excited to host you."

He's all grins now. "That's great. I'd be nervous doing it at my hotel where others might see us. I'll have a rental and will come there."

“Good. One practical thing. I’m six-one. Not sure what that is in centimeters, but I'm tall. Is that okay? Do you want my long legs wrapped around you?”

He blinks, then shakes his head. “Yes. Arjun told me. It’s kind of hot.”

"Wonderful. I'm not going to show my pussy on a video call, but I do want you to see my breasts so there are no surprises. I have bit tits, but they sag from the weight loss. The rest of me is firm and tight with an athletic build."

I set my phone down on a stand and take off my shirt and bra. Rohan sees all of me from the waist up. I cup a deflated breast and lift it, pointing the swollen nipple at him with a grin. The lighting is good, so I can't hide the stretch marks. "I know they aren't perfect, so it's completely okay if this is a deal-breaker for you. Are we good?"

"We're very good."

I grin. "Good for you. I don't want to give away all my surprises, but when you put me on my hands and knees and go hard, you're going to love watching these bounce around."

His ears go pink. He nods.

I move on before the moment gets awkward. “Tell me about your work. Company name or company you're visiting here. I ask so we can both be sure we don’t share coworkers or social circles. Privacy cuts both ways.”

I have most of the information from my background checks, but Rohan confirms he's still working for the same firm. He's in tech also, but more on the logistics and supply chain side. That's different industries with little overlap.

I go over my price and explain I need half up front. Arjun has prepared him for this.

"I want you to be happy with your decision. I know Indian culture puts a lot of pressure on us," I say. "So if you have second thoughts and change your mind for any reason, I'll refund your deposit. All I ask is if it's within 48 hours of our date I will keep ten percent since I blocked time for you. If you get all the way here and decide to part ways, I'll keep the entire half I've already received."

Rohan agrees to my terms, and we talk for another hour. Unless I'm pressed for time, I always let the clients talk as much as they want before meeting. I usually pick up a wealth of knowledge that helps me be a better host. I have a week to become a better cook of Indian food. There's no room service at my country villa. Rohan also works out, so I make a mental note to look into adding a small home gym for future clients. The outdoor hot tub goes in tomorrow, so he'll enjoy that.

"Save up for me," I say before we hang up. "You're going to need all your potency. Don't masturbate from now until we meet."

He agrees, blushing again, then I close the call.

When I stand, my pussy muscles contract automatically. The Ben Wa ball stays put. Number three of five. Last month the lightest weight would slip out if I walked too fast. Now the third one sits inside me for hours while I work, a constant, heavy reminder. I clench once, hard, and feel the weight lift and settle deeper. My control has improved since Demarcus. Back then the Kegels gave me strength; now the strength has precision. I can grip, flutter, or lock down on command. I can accommodate any size penis up to BBC while staying snug and tight around any size.

I even bought a perineometer device to measure my tightness. I don't have the pre-Demarcus measurements when I was still a virgin, but I've only been getting stronger and tighter since my deflowering. I’m six-one, and I’m going to be tighter than whatever tiny virgin bride these boys eventually marry.

Rohan will be Aria Patel's fourth client and her fourth virgin. The thought sends a low, dirty pulse through me. I like being first. Not just their first pussy, but the first woman who is actually enthusiastic about their pleasure and sucks them like she means it, who takes them in the ass when they ask, who looks them in the eye and wants them to come hard. Whatever virgin bride their parents choose won't stand a chance. I've set the bar impossibly high.

I relax my pelvic floor and tug the retrieval cord, and the ball slips out warm into my hand.

My phone alerts. Rohan sent his deposit.