The Escort: A Taekook Love Story, Season One

Part 2: An introduction

Pulling out my Gucci luggage I start to pack, checking off each item carefully. Organization and attention to details are key in satisfying clients. The Agency and the client expects nothing less.

Thoughtfully, I start with my clothing. Examining each garment with a meticulous eye, mindfully giving attention to its fit and purpose. I know my best assets, a slender waist, long shapely legs, and a curvy rump. I pack daily, evening, and casual clothes like comfy jeans and tee shirts. The perfect fit is a must, snug against my perky ass and fitted well to my chest, toned arms, and abdomen. Fitted but not tight. Tight is cheap and that is not how you wear Gucci or any of my other designers and tailored wear. Tight is okay in the bedroom, but if I do my job well, he'll be thinking more about my tight hole. Every time he sees me, he'll want me. That's what a good Escort does – create desire. So many ways to translate that concept and I know them all, from clothing, eye gazing, touching, a slight pull on my lip, crossing my legs and hundred others.

I take my time as I run my eyes painstakingly over several of my designer suits. I hold them against myself standing in my full-length mirror considering color and fabric. I decide on two. "Just in case he wants to attend an event or have me on his arm for eye candy." I snicker and think I'm having too much fun with this.  

Considering sexy role playing, hot underwear, lounge wear, swimwear, I add more items. I recently purchased two pairs of dangerously cut Brazilian swimming pants that fall to my V line and showpiece my curvy ass cheeks in a way that will drive him crazy. As if I needed any help with my back side. I'm not conceited, just confident. You won't last in this business if you aren't. My best friend Jimin always says, 'know your worth, and work it.' That's precisely what I intend to do.

As I peruse page two of his bio I tug on my lip. "Uh, he's a top, into light S&M and role playing. What the hell is light S&M?" My brows knit together as I ponder. Maybe he just likes his hands tied or some light shit like that. "That's cool. Fuck, for $25,000, Jeon Jungkook you can have me your way." I render a light laugh.

I add three flavors of scented edible lubes, a large box of condoms, cock rings, butt plugs, soft whips, masks, and a lot of other kinky shit. Everything you need to increase stimulation during sex and keep him hot, hard, and coming.

"Looks like he's young and a businessman from South Korea. Well Mr. businessman, I certainly hope you're ready for a good time, because I'm going to take care of you daddy. You'll be screaming my name tonight sweetheart."

The Agency is all upper class and not only selective about their Escorts but their clients as well. Money was only one qualification. Happy Escorts, happy clients. The Agency provides full medical, dental and a retirement plan. Lisa cares about her staff and her clients.

Clients were not allowed to be brutal or harsh with Escorts. If that's what they were into they could go somewhere else. Sadly, there are still many of those places around that catered to a different type of appetite, but not The Agency.

I continue reading and gasp softly, bringing two fingers to my lips. "Hmmm, this guy is a little kinky."  So, I pack a medium and a large textured vibrator. "Oh shit," it says he's open to new experiences. Baby boy you have no idea what you're in for tonight. Bitch, I'm going to rock your mother-fuckin world. I don't know why, but I'm on overdrive with unusual excitement. So weird.

I'm all about discovering and pushing boundaries in the bedroom. I know all the tricks to increase the intensity of an orgasm. I bounce a bit in my seat and even clap my hands, which is somewhat shocking to me. I have not met this guy, so why am I so worked up about this client? So far all I know about him is what I've read. I'm always thrilled to share a new flavor with those clients that were so... vanilla in their sex life. However, Mr. Jeon seemed promising.