Sex Worker James

James decided the quickest way to deal with this was to bite the bullet and use a sex worker. He had never done so before, but this was an emergency. He would have to find one near him too and just hope nobody he knew clocked him going in. After a quick Google he dressed and headed out.

He made it to the venue, a sleazy looking place a little out of town that he had never noticed before and entered.

"Um, I've come for a hand job" James explained to the guy at the door, not really knowing the etiquette for making such a request. The mean lookin, musclebound man nodded and ushered him through to a smallish room that contained not much more than a bed and was decorated tackily in red and gold.

"If you undress and leave your clothes outside I'll let you have them when you finish"

"What? James asked in confusion.

"It's not going to look as erotic if there is a pile of your clothes lying on the floor. It will spoil the mood"

"I really don't care about the mood!"

"You're clients will"

"My clients? I'm here as a customer" James protested.

"Very funny" the man sneered "You are being paid good money to give hand jobs to men and that is what you are going to do!"

James heart sank, realising someone else must have commented.

"I said undress!" The man ordered more forcefully now "And leave your clothes outside. All of them! Or you will have me to deal with.

James nervously began undressing.