If you work as an escort at an agency, you often don’t know who or what exactly awaits you. Until the moment you arrive you learn what someone looks like, how old the person is and how he or she behaves.
Once the agency called me saying they had a client for me. I received the address and got ready for the evening. I was picked up by the driver and dropped off in front of a huge house. When I rang the bell a young man opened the door. This surprised me, so I asked for identification just to be sure. He looked like 17 but he turned out to be 19 years old – young but legal. I decided to stay but told him I wouldn’t have sex with him. He was only allowed to touch my breasts.
What I had forgotten because of his age is that he lived in a huge house and paid 150 euros for this rendezvous. After notifying him on the base I allowed, I took off my clothes. At that moment we heard voices downstairs; his parents were home.
At that moment we heard voices downstairs; his parents were home.
He still lived at home, a conclusion I had not drawn. The bedroom we were in was big, too big for someone living with his parents. Hence, we were in his parents’ bedroom.
He asked me to hide in the closet. At first I refused, but the poor guy was panicking and begged me to do this. So I hid in the closet. He told me that he would lead his parents to the conservatory wherefore I could slip out of the house unseen. No sooner said than done.
When I slipped out of the house, I heard his parents asking me why he hadn’t purchased his school books with the 150 euros. Later I figured he had used the money for his school books to afford an escort. Perhaps he wanted to experience this once and everything fell into place – no parents and now he could afford it. At least I gained 150 euros and a new experience.