The Professional Lover II (18+) | [Complete]

03 : Trying It

A/N: Hi. I'm not going to use the warnings this time because you ignore them anyway. The 18+ rating is not only because of the sexysexy, but also because I include mature themes and situations that occasionally require a higher level of cognitive function. 

In other words... Google carefully, kids.

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Every job has training, it seems. Remy made me drive out to meet with one of his consultants to go over the responsibilities and legal requirements of the job. Apparently, it was more than looking good and sucking dick, there were laws and other legal things I knew nothing about.

The consultant was an older woman who lived in a little house out in the desert. I found out why. After a short, yet incredibly awkward training and informational session with a dildo, I moved on to a paperwork and liability class. I never knew there were so many types of condoms before, or that not all lubricants are the same, and required STD testing every month? It all seemed a bit excessive, but as Remy said right before I punched him, "Pimpin' ain't easy".

Truthfully, I hardly have to do anything but be in reasonable shape and stay clean. In exchange, I now have access to a collection of pre-approved, rich-as-fuck clients with completed background checks and STD results on record. It's like a fucked-up dating service. Actually, no ... That's exactly what it is.

I got to set my own standards and limits, create my own menu of sorts filled with a shitload of acronyms and terms I had yet to memorize. Shit like DDP, Mish, RCG, CFS, GFE, and my personal favorite, BBBJTCNQNS.

For me, it was easy. I'd pretty much stick any part of anyone into any part of me. Going further than that is when I start to get uncomfortable. Everything outside of vanilla was on my "maybe" list, marking me as DDE -- Doesn't Do Extras. That seemed like a curse, but somehow, it didn't disqualify me from the majority of the clients. 

Oh, and the minimum price for my company was 300 dollars per hour.

Per. Hour. Fuck me.

Literally. I need the money.

Remy runs his business out of a hotel off the Strip. Tonight, there is a date party downstairs with a handful of men that requested accompaniment. He said that anything past the date is up to me and how much I'd like as a bonus for the evening. Secretly, I was hoping for more. A lot more.

I've had my a thing about fucking strangers since ... Well, since Remy became my family. Something about the unfamiliarity, the nervous energy, the forbidden nature of it all ... It makes me feel normal. Feeling normal makes me feel safe. And for some reason, that makes me hot.

One of the other girls let me borrow a floor-length gown for the evening, one that undoubtedly cost more than I would ever be willing to spend on a single garment. I should be sure not to get anything on it. Like cum. I need to grow up.