The Businessman's Escort✔️(Wattpad version)

The first job of many

Lacey

I got ready for my work assignment and dressed in something lacy. I fixed my hair and makeup the way they showed me. Then I grabbed my phone and walked out of the penthouse. Walking down to the front door as my heels clicked against the marble flooring. I made my way outside to find a car and driver waiting for me.

I walked over, and the driver opened the door for me as I got into the back seat. Once I was inside, he closed the door and got into the front seat, pulling away from the curb.

The man drove me to a building, and I got out of the car. I walked up to the front door and rang the bell. A door opened as a man waved me through it. Stepping inside, the man showed me to the living room.

There stood another man with his back to me as the man who showed me inside then left. I stood there as he turned around to face me. He wore a pair of dress slacks and a button-up shirt, spotless and businesslike.

The man crept toward me. "When Carter spoke of an unfamiliar girl, I never imagined her as sexy as you. I hope you please with the way you look."

I stared at the man, not knowing what to think. What did he mean by pleasing?

"Follow me," the man gestured in a waving motion as I followed him up the stairs as we reached the second floor. We walked to a room, and he opened the door, showing me a bedroom. Now it all made sense.

The man looked at me as he waved me through the door. I walked inside as he followed, closing the door behind us.

Rule number one, do whatever the client wants.

"I prefer my girls to undress," the man told me. I did what he said, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the floor, leaving me in my bra and panties.

He unbuttoned his shirt, removing it along with his trousers as he walked over to the bed. He sat on the side of it and gestured to me with his pointer finger. I walked towards him until I stood in front of him.

He reached up, pulling down my bra straps while pulling down my bra, revealing my breasts. He leaned forward, placing his mouth on one and sucking. I couldn't help but gasp. I have never been with a guy or had my first kiss.

As he worked my breasts over with his mouth, he slid my panties off, then removed his boxers.

"Lie down on the bed," the man ordered me. I did as he told me. I watched as he placed a condom on then climbed onto the bed, making his way between my legs. Then I felt it; he pushed himself inside of me as I whimpered. I needed to stay quiet as he started thrusting inside of me.

I lay there while he had sex with me before pulling out and flipping me onto my stomach. He wasted no time entering and thrusting inside me as he pinned my hands down on the bed. I did as they told me as he continued to have sex with me.

Then I heard the man groan as I felt his body jerk against mine. I buried my head into the pillow, trying not to cry since it was my first time.

He leaned in and said, "I hope you're prepared to keep going. It's been a very long time for me."

I cringed as I heard those words escape his mouth but kept my mouth shut.

It didn't take long before he replaced the condom and put me into a unique position, screwing me. All night, it was original positions, and some weren't even in the bed. I let the man do whatever he wanted and kept my mouth shut. I kept reminding myself of rule number one.

Once he fell asleep, I got up and dressed. I left the apartment, not bothering to get his name or any information. All I wanted to do is take a shower and wash the filth off me.

The driver waited for me as I walked over to the car. He opened the door, and I climbed inside before he got into the front, driving me back to my apartment.

I hurried up to it and ran to the bathroom, then threw up. The whole thought of what happened tonight turned my stomach. Not only did I lose my virginity to a stranger, but it was nothing like I imagined.

I finished heaving, then turned on the shower. I climbed inside and stood there as I cried. What have I done? I accepted a deal with the devil. If I even attempted to back out of it, something told me it would never happen.

All I could do is keep my mouth shut and do as they told me. That begs the questions. What is better, living a life of poverty and speaking your mind or living a life of luxury and keeping quiet? At that moment, I didn't know which was worse.

I finished showering and dried off, grabbing a robe and pulling it on. I walked out of the bathroom with a message waiting for me. I opened the text message.

You did well. I am glad. You followed rule number one, and I have high hopes for you. The second rule is not to fall in love. As long as you follow these two rules, we won't have any issues. Today, I own you. As long as you play by the rules, your life's amazing. If not, you don't want to find out.

We have transferred money to a bank account. Here is the information. I'll be in touch with the following client information.

A few minutes later, information appeared, and I wrote it down. I opened the app and entered the information that Carter gave to me as my eyes widened. Fifty-thousand dollars transferred into an account with my name. I dropped my phone onto the counter.

I never saw that amount of money in my entire life, ever. I stood there, wondering what would happen next? I don't think I wanted to know the answer to that question.