Someone you know

You pull up to the hotel, and hand your keys to the valet. You are dressed rather conservatively today, you realized quite early on that most clients don't want people to know they are with an escort. You just dress in nice, expensive clothes and clients are happy to parade you around as their girlfriends, or sometimes even their wives. You just keep the slutty lingerie on underneath. You walk up to the front desk where a pretty blonde employee stands.

"Hi, my boyfriend booked a room here. His name is Mark Jameson."

"Ah, yes. Room 218." The woman reaches down and grabs a key card and hands it to you. "Mr. Jameson has not arrived yet."

"Perfect. It's our anniversary, and I'm planning a surprise for him, so if it's not a problem, could you call my room and tell me when he arrives please?"

"Of course, ma'am." The woman winks at you. "Have fun."

"Trust me, I will." With that you head up to the room and take a seat on the bed. Turning on the TV, you spend about a half an hour absent mindlessly flipping through stations. You are very excited thinking about what's about to happen, that you let your hand dip into your pants and under your panties. While you are lightly playing with yourself, the phone rings. You quickly pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Jameson just collected his key and is on his way upstairs."

"Great, thank you very much." You hang up the phone and hop off the bed. You strip out of your clothes leaving just your expensive lingerie on. It consists of a see-through set of bra and panties. You pull a garter belt and stockings out of your purse and slip them on. You put your high heels back on and then lie back against the bed. You pose seductively on the bed as you wait for your client.

A few minutes later, you hear the door lock click open. The door opens, but you can't see the door from your position on the bed. The door closes and the lock engages. Finally, your client walks past the wall and comes into view.

"Katherine?"

You jump up from the bed, grabbing the blankets to cover your barely covered body.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Ben?" You scream at your younger brother.

"What am I doing? What about you?" Your brother's eyes widen in realization. "You're a hooker?"

"Keep your voice down, dumbass. I'm an 'escort,' OK?"

"You just got married."

"Yeah, and James doesn't know, so you're not gonna tell him about this. Understand?"

"Jesus Christ."

"What about you? Why the fuck did you hire me?"

"I didn't know it was you, I just asked for their most popular girl."

"Why are you hiring an escort, anyway?"

"That's personal."

"Ben..."

"No, Katherine, I really don't want to talk about this with you!" Tears form in your eyes at your brother's rejection.

"Despite all of this, I'm still your sister. We used to share everything." Your brother notices that you're starting to cry and he hugs you.

"I know, Katherine. I'm sorry. It's just a weird situation, that's all." Ben let's go of you, and looks down at the ground. "The reason I hired an escort was that I wanted to lose my virginity."

You are surprised at his explanation. He's had several girlfriends in the past. You had no idea he never had sex with any of them.

"You've never had sex? How? You're a good looking guy."

"I've never had problems getting dates, but I've always been so nervous to go through with it. I was worried that I wasn't gonna be any good and the girl would make fun of me. I figured that a professional wouldn't want to make fun of her client, and they would be able to teach me how to please a woman."

"All guys go through that at one point. If you find a girl that cares about you, she won't make fun of you. She'll help you figure out what she likes."

"Katherine, your blanket." You look down and see that the blanket has slipped down and your bra was fully exposed. The bra was see-through, meaning your perky breasts were on full display to your younger brother. You pulled up the blanket and laughed. Your brother joined in as you both laughed at the absurdity of the situation. The laugh was followed by an awkward silence.

"Hey, Ben."

"Yeah?"

"How can you afford a fancy hotel room and an expensive escort?"

"Uh... from the money that you and James gave me."

"That money was for a car, so you could get a job while at college."

"I got a cheap car, this was the leftover money. It doesn't matter now, though. I wasted that money."

"Not necessarily." You say, and Ben looks up at you, his eyes widen.

"You mean... me... and you... ?"