HEART OF A MALE ESCORT

CHAPTER 3: EVIE

A/N: The picture above is what I pictured as Evie. I do not take credit for this photo.

My plane landed in the early afternoon, giving me time to relax in my childhood home. I worked out for four hours then cooked myself a healthy dinner. After I finished eating, I washed the dishes, dried them with a towel and looked around. The house was too quiet. I miss my brothers. Max graduated at the early age of 16 from high school and received a full paid scholarship to attend Florida State University to study engineering instead of here in Rockland County, NY. I hear my doorbell and go to answer it. I opened it and smiled when I saw one of my former flames standing there in a mini skirt and a tight sleeveless shirt. "Hello Rose," I smirked at her. "What are you doing here?" She bit her lower lip and twirled her red hair with her forefinger. "I just wanted to see how you are doing." I folded my arms across my chest as I stared down at her. "Is that so?" I raised my eyebrows. "It is so," she whispered seductively. "I'm feeling horny, how about you?" She smiled, walking passed me as I moved to let her in. I took her to my room and as soon as the door was closed, my hands were all over her. I gripped her hair, pulling it back hard as I claimed her lips. She moaned, her hands opening my jeans then pushing it down. I groaned when her hand wrapped around my already hardened cock, moving her hand up and down. I broke the kiss to pull off her top, making her breasts pop out. Such a good girl for not wearing a bra. I lifted her and laid her on the bed as our hands and mouth continued exploring each other's body. I roughly pushed her legs apart and went down on her. Rose's hands tangled in my hair pulling it as she moaned, loving what I was doing to her. My tongue fucked her while my thumb rubbed her clit making her legs shake. She was at the verge of her orgasm as her back arched yelling out my name. She remained on the bed breathless, not noticing when I put on the condom. She suddenly yelped when I slammed into her hard. I let out all of my aggression on her and she loved every hard thrust I gave her. I wrapped my arm around her waist and flipped us over so that she could ride me. Rose was the type to only like to bounce up and down. She was a woman who focused on her pleasure, not caring if her partner was satisfied or not. I'm pretty sure that she's going to leave as soon as we're done. I felt my orgasm building, but didn't get to enjoy it. Rose came before me and jumped off. She was done, thanked me for a good time and said she had somewhere to be. I jumped into the shower again to wash being used and to jerk off before I got blue balls. At least I got paid to satisfy my clients. This one was a freeby and she didn't meet my expectations. After my shower, I went to bed.

A week has passed by and I get a call from Beatrice about the lady I'm meeting tonight. I'm supposed to meet her at a diner, then drive her to the art auction. I dressed in a black Armani suit I had tailored to my measurements. I made sure that my five O'clock shadow was neatly trimmed and my jet black hair was nicely styled. I put on my Rolex watch, then adjusted my bowtie. I turned my back towards the mirror and quickly half turned as I pretended to hold a gun. "My name is Bond. James Bond." I chuckled at how silly I was being. I walked down the stairs, out to my garage where my beautiful camaro waited for me. She was shiny and looking sexy.

I made it to the diner, pulling into the parking spot. I see a beautiful woman wearing a light blue halter top dress that came down to her ankles. The dress had a long split on the left side, accentuating her toned gorgeous legs. Her silver strappy heels made the muscles in her calves pop out. Her light brown hair was up like a Greecian Goddess and she had silver shiny laces wrapped separately in her hair. Her loose curls fell to her delicate shoulders. I took out the picture that Beatrice gave me to make sure that this is the same woman. I really liked how the picture the client provided was a simple picture. I didn't see any plastic surgery or signs of botox, but then again, this could be an old picture. I turn the picture over to read more about the client. Her name is Evie, she's 40 years old, divorced, and that she's attending an Art Auction. That's all the information that was given. I stepped out of my car and walked up to her. I stopped when she turned to me and smiled. Wow, that's all that went through my mind. "Hello, you must be Caleb?" She asked with her outstretched hand. I took her small soft hand in my much larger rougher ones, lightly kissing her knuckles. "That will be me." It wasn't quite dark yet and I could see a hint of blush on her cheeks. "It's nice meeting you Caleb. My name is Evie. I trust that Beatrice already gave you the agenda for today?" I nodded. "Ok good then. Well, I'm only going to this auction because a friend of mine invited me and she insisted that I bring a date. I hope that you're ok with this...I mean, if you don't want to, you don't have to come...." I stepped up closer to her. "It will be my pleasure to escort you as your date." She blushed again then cleared her throat. "But why a diner?" I asked her. She giggled a little. "Because, those fancy places serve the worst food. I want to eat a good cheeseburger and curly fries to fill me up." I couldn't help but let out a laugh at her reasoning. I put out my arm for her to hold and she gently wrapped her hand around my forearm. I opened the door to allow her to enter first. We were met by a flirty waitress who led us to a back booth. I noticed that the waitress was being overly flirtatious with me, not respecting that Evie, my date was here with me. So I did what came naturally. I took Evie's hand and placed a few seductive kisses on her knuckles as I smiled at her. The waitress sighed with defeat and left to place our orders.