An escort service

Sometime after college, something happened to you. You were engaged to James at the time. You met up with your friend, Nicole Rogers, and went to a club with her. You must've had too much to drink because you did something that was so unlike you. A guy came up and started flirting with you, normally you politely refused men's advances because you were with James, but something about this guy made you flirt back. The flirting quickly turned into a heated makeout session. Before you knew it, your back was pressed against a stall wall in the men's bathroom, your dress hiked up, panties around the ankle, and your legs wrapped around this man as he drove his cock into your soaking wet pussy repeatedly. You left the club that night with his cum still dripping from your pussy.

You should've felt guilty that night. You had just cheated on your fiance with a complete stranger, you didn't even know his last name. Instead of feeling guilt, though you felt like a new person. You loved sex with James, but the sex with the stranger felt so different, and equally as good. You realized at this point that you couldn't only have sex with just one man anymore.

You loved James so much, however, so you decided to keep the fact that you were sleeping with other men a secret. You quit your job and got a new job at a high class escort service, all without James's knowledge. You got many clients and you quickly became the most popular, and most expensive, escort in the company. Since you either during the day, most of your clients were rich businessmen who took you to a fancy lunch, then to an equally fancy hotel and then fucked your brains out while their wives thought they were at work. You occasionally got spoiled rich teenagers as well, often in celebration of them getting into some fancy college. You loved when this would happen because they would often bring friends that would pay to have fun with you as well. You would sometimes even get women as clients, you would rarely turn anything down as long as the client paid for it.

You explained your new found wealth to James as the inheritance of a rich, estranged uncle that had just died. James seemed to buy your excuse.

You called up your company and a familiar voice answered.

"Thank you for calling Uptown Escorts. Our business is your pleasure. How can I help you today?"

"Hi, Emily, it's Katherine. Any appointments today?"

"Back from your honeymoon, Katherine? How was it?"

"It was amazing, but still happy to be back to work."

"Haha, I'm sure it is," Emily jokes. " You have a client who wants to meet you at the Ambassador Hotel, room 218. He gave the name, Mark Jameson."

"Alright, tell the client that I'm on my way." You figure that that isn't the client's real name. Very few will ever use their real name in fear of their use of the service being exposed.

"Will do. Have fun, Katherine!"