The Businessman's Escort✔️(Wattpad version)

Escort business

Lacey

I awoke and pulled on a robe. I walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to brew a cup of coffee. Last night's client was rougher than they should be. Joe wanted to throttle the client for roughing me up and threatened to break his legs.

Joe is my driver and bodyguard. Carter gave all the escorts one to protect the girls and keep the clients in line.

I learned a lot in the last three years since the first night after my first job. Then over time, I became so immune to the entire process. I cried less than each day passed. I learned new tricks and became the highest-paid escort around town.

Carter received several requests for me to the point my schedule became booked. All the girls in the business didn't bring in as much business as I did. The thought of how valuable I became made my lips twist into a smile as I sipped my coffee.

I noticed that my manicure became chipped. I need to schedule an appointment today to fix it.

There was a knock at my door as I strolled towards it. I opened the door as Rafe waltz inside my apartment.

"Hi to you, too," I spoke.

"Cut the shit, Lacey. Joe told me what happened," he snapped.

I closed the door and walked over to the island before taking a seat on a stool. He paced around. "Carter isn't pleased to hear you didn't contact her when this happened."

"Carter need not know every minor detail. The client got rough, and Joe roughed him up." I shrugged as I drank my coffee. He walked over and lifted my robe, revealing a few bruises that resulted from last night's job.

"How do you expect to cover this up?" He questioned me with concern.

"Body makeup works wonders," I smirked as he looked at me with an unamused look.

He replaced my robe and looked at me with concern. "Lacey, I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle. Plus, I have Joe to back me up," I reasoned.

"I need a coffee or a drink. I swear you drive me insane with your cavalier attitude." He sighed as he walked over, pulled a mug out of the cabinet, and made a cup of coffee.

I still remember when I met Rafe that day in the diner where I worked. He dressed in designer clothes with coiffed hair, handing me a business card. I never expected it to result in this situation.

As I became accustomed to the business, we became friends. He looked out for me in a way no one else ever did. Plus, he kept Carter at arm's length. When she felt I wasn't doing enough, he would remind her how valuable I was. He pulled my ass out of the fire many times with Carter.

He took a seat on a stool next to me as I sat there, drinking my coffee.

"You need to take a day off," he suggested. I scoffed at his suggestion. Rarely did I take time off from work. If I wasn't working, I wasn't making money. "Lacey, I'm serious."

"I'm fine, plus who would I take time off for, Rafe? I don't have a family of any kind to warrant time off. Plus, I can see it now. Mommy has to go to work, fucking some horny businessman," I told him as a matter of fact.

He gave me his infamous look about my mouth. They have warned me about my crudeness, but why not be honest about what I did for a living? I fucked high-class men while making money at it. Call a spade, a spade; nothing more, nothing less.

"The reason they are requesting you is the fact you keep your mouth shut," he cautioned.

"I know this. No man wants to listen to the woman whom they pay with pleasuring him and voice their opinion. I get it." I rolled my eyes. I ended the conversation and got up to take a hot bath. I needed a soak since I have a job tonight.

I turned on the water to the tub and placed a bath bomb inside as I heard my apartment door close. Rafe must have left. I turned off the water and loosened the tie on my robe, letting it slide off my body, dropping to the floor. I stepped into the tub and sat down before laying back, relaxing in the warm water.

It felt nice to ease the ache I felt throughout my body. I laid there, thinking about Rafe. I was the only escort he never tried to fuck. I heard the rumors where he test drove the other escorts, making sure they could handle the clients. He also has a penchant for men, which didn't bother me about his bisexuality. I felt to each of their own.

Some escorts played with men and women, while some engaged with married couples. I prefer one guy at a time. I have my preferences for whom I would let fuck me. Some didn't get that far. I would pretend to be their date, fiancée, girlfriend, or whomever they wanted me to be for that night.

Being an escort wasn't about sex; it was a business providing a service to whoever pays the most. I prided myself on the ability to transform into whoever I needed to be. Plus, I followed the rules.

I finished my bath and relaxed until it was time to get ready to meet my next client.

Joe drove me to an address, and we exited the car, walking up to the door of a costly house. I rang the doorbell, and shortly afterward, the door opened, and we entered the house.

Joe stayed downstairs as I followed the man upstairs. As I got ready, the client undressed, climbing into bed, naked. He sat there and watched as I stripped off my clothes and then slinked over to the bed. I handed him a condom as he placed it on himself.

I climbed onto the bed as I positioned myself onto him, sliding down onto his rigid member. I let him do whatever he wanted as he moved inside of me, thrusting in and out as I rolled my hips back and forth.

He tried to kiss me, but I turned my face, not allowing any kissing to happen. He got the hint as he kept trying, and I refused. I laid back as he held my waist, bouncing me up and down on his erection. He groaned, releasing himself into the condom.

I got off of him as I waited until he replaced the condom, and we went again. The sex continued for hours until he finished. I got up and dressed as he watched me.

"Can I know your name?" He asked me.

"You paid to fuck me, not to know my name," I answered as I finished dressing then walked out of the bedroom.

I walked down the stairs, meeting Joe, who walked with me to the door. He opened it, and I left as he closed the door behind us. We walked over to the car, and he opened the door as I climbed inside. Once he was on the driver's side, he pulled away from the house, driving me back to my apartment.

That was the first time someone asked me for my name, and it felt unnerving. It was a business, not a date. The client pays for a service, and I deliver it. Even with the "dates," they never knew my name. All they knew was the fake name I gave them. It was an excellent rule to have. No strings, no attachments. It made the job easier.

Once we arrived at my apartment, Joe walked me to my door, making sure I arrived.

"You have a good night, Joe," I told him.

"You too, Lacey," he said to me as he left. I went into my apartment. I tossed my purse onto the kitchen counter and went to shower. Once I finished, I pulled on something comfortable. I walked into my bedroom and picked up a book, and read.

In the last three years, I educated myself. I didn't want to be that poor girl who skated by in high school and lucky to graduate. I sure in the hell didn't want to end up as an escort for the rest of my life. I have plans to one day leave this life. I wanted something better in my life.