Justin was out of town traveling and feeling lonely. Lying back on his hotel bed, he begins to fantasize about Jade. A friend of his who he frequently pictured whenever he felt like a quick wank. She’d probably die if she knew how many tissues he’d impregnated while thinking about her perky little tits. But this time a wank isn’t going to be enough. Justin picked up his smartphone and searched Google for an escort. Why the hell not -- he was a long way from home and no-one will ever know.
The Internet is a wonderful thing. Just over an hour later there’s a knock at the door. Amazingly he’d managed to keep his hand off his cock while he was waiting.
Justin opens the door and is shocked and amazed to find Jade herself standing in the hallway. She’s wearing a short, figure-hugging red dress that barely contains her pushed-up tits. The dress is so short it reveals most of her stocking-tops. Not her usual style at all.
“Jade? What are you doing here?”
“Justin? Holy fuck. Er...”
“I’m sorry, you can’t stay, I’m expecting someone!” an embarrassed exclamation if he had ever uttered one.
Jade starts to say something, then stops, instead stammering “Oh, okay, that’s fine. Some other time, okay?”
He watches her hurry away down the hall. Wow, that was close. If she’d seen you with the escort...
It takes a few seconds for the penny to drop.
“Hey Jade,” he calls out.
She freezes but doesn’t turn around.
“Get back here!”
Jade turns and walks back sheepishly.
“Quick, get inside before someone sees you.” Justin ushers Jade through the door and checks the corridor both ways before closing it behind her.
She moves to the center of the room and eyes Justin warily, holding her bag protectively in front of her. There’s an awkward pause.
“So,” it was an almost inaudible mutter that passed over Justin’s lips.
“So,” she replies with an awkward smile.
“I didn’t know you were a...” He searches for the right word. “...working girl.”
“I guess the topic never came up,” she replies sarcastically.
“Well, I have to say I’m surprised,” he says with a disapproving tone.
“Hey, don’t get up on your high horse, Justin. You’re the one who made the call!” she points out indignantly.
“That’s true. What are you doing way out here?” he pauses as a realization sinks in, “We’re a long way from home.”
“Well, I’m not going to do this back home, am I?” she retorts. “I’m on tour.”
“You’re on tour...”
“Yeah, I tell everyone I’m going to visit a friend for a week or two, then come down here for some easy cash. I’ve got an agency that books my appointments. There’s actually quite a bit of demand for me.”
“I bet there is,” he whispers under his breath. “Can I get you a drink?”
“I think I need one,” she replies.
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