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He grinned that toothy, cold, wet grin, "yes they did, and I was informed that for a little extra, I could receive an upgrade of sorts…" I started subtly looking around the room, I'd never been put in this situation before, I'd heard of some managers going rogue, but never this. I tried to keep a stern face, "well I'm sure the agency must have sent you through the paperwork and guidelines". The escort agency is always incredibly busy at this time of year, I can't rely on an emergency call being taken seriously. Here I was in a restaurant chosen by him, in a part of town familiar to him. I have been working for a Tucson escort agency for a couple of years now and I knew exactly what men wanted from me. "Listen, I wasn't…" he paused, grasping for the word ".aware.of any ground rules." Unbelievable, instead of an annoyance I usually feel with this type of customer, I felt a sinking dread. He drank and put his glass down on the thick table cloth, twirling the stem between his fingers.
Neil raised his glass at me expectantly, "well, cheers", I mirrored him, gently meeting the thin body of the glass with his, the condensation slowly escaping down the blown crystal. A white serviette draped across the neck, it sloshed coolly as he placed it into the ice bath. He filled my glass and returned the bottle to the large copper cooler adjacent to our table. Neil brought the slender coupe to his lips, the bubbles exploding against his soft flesh, popping inside his mouth as he swallowed, silently giving the sommelier a signal to continue. Regardless I doubt this would be the wildest conversation he would hear throughout his shift. "And I would assume this goes without saying, but no sex." The sommelier was trying his absolute best not to seem as if he were paying attention, although the way his face remained so perfectly tight and bare gave him away. Unphased I continued, "No kissing, no role play, you may touch me above here only", I was gesturing lightly over my body as I spoke, simple rings on my right hand catching his eye, or perhaps he was actually paying attention. The sommelier silently pried the cork from the champagne beside our table. "Ground rules." My life as an escort started with me working in a local Tucson massage parlor, giving handjobs and the odd oral sex to the customers was a lot easier than spending whole evenings with a smooth operator like this guy, this was my apprenticeship into the world of becoming a sex worker in Arizona. I nodded delicately, long gold earrings obeying Einstein in a hypnotic oscillation. I could feel a shift in his presence, a tug of his collar, a clench of his jaw. "First things first, let me give you the ground rules", he cocked his head ever so slightly, "ground rules." an uncertain tone laced his voice. I leaned back in the suede-lined armchair, the peach satin sweeping my ankle as I crossed my legs. He waved the waiter away in a preoccupied manner, "so tell me about yourself". He undoubtedly had charisma, which worried me, in my line of expertise, men with money and rugged charm are the ones who tend to cause trouble. Neil had a sharp face which fell and rose as he spoke, a slightly boyish grin that tugged on his lips and something in his eyes that I had seen before, a kind of darkness. A mere shrug of a shoulder and a small man in a white tuxedo scuttled over. "I'm a little nervous, I've never done this kind of thing before", he softly placed a hand on his knee, the other occupied by a thin ankle and buffered leather loafer. Running fingers through his salt and pepper. "Hi, I'm Neil", he held out a well-tanned hand to me, veined and manicured and wrist-watched, before firmly shaking mine and smoothly ushering me into my chair.
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