The Escort

The Escort

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/ˈesˌkôrt/ noun: An escort service is any business, agency or person who, for a fee, commission, hire, reward or profit, who may accompany other persons to or about social affairs, entertainments or places of amusement, or who may consort with others about any place of public resort or within any private quarters. Escort services are generally legal, but if they are a cover for prostitution, they are not. ___________________________________________________________________ I closed my eyes and feigned a moan for the man above me. He grunted in response. I watched him from below as he breaths moved harshly on my neck and cheek. His eyes scrunched together in pleasure. His body tried to make a rhythm with mine but was obviously having trouble. I moved my hands to his hair and pulled, trying to speed up his finish. I leaned in and whispered naughty things into his ear. Remembering earlier in the night how he desperately told me he likes "bad girls". He let out a breath trying to stay in control. I looked into his eyes and told him what his wife didn't. I told him how much I needed him. How he was the only man who could make me feel like this. His breaths started to quicken, and he moved faster. I leaned back and watched. I watched as he quickly looked away from eyes, probably to imagine his wife below him instead of me, and he finished. Hard. His face contorted as much and he let out a ragged roar.
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He strides closer, his eyes focused intently on me. I stumble backwards, feeling the cold wall press against my back. He stops inches away from me, forcing me to stare at his dark brooding eyes. I was enthralled by them, luring me in. "What are you doing?" My throat went dry as I spoke, his figure closing in. His scent made it even harder to think straight, a mix of fresh pine and smoky wood was all I could breath in. He doesn't answer and leans in closer to me, I could've gotten lost in his eyes, he tilted his head as the light shadowed the side of his face. "You amuse me, Abby" He whispered. His lips grazing my cheek. I stood there, stunned by our proximity. He pulled back slowly, staring, unflinching. "Don't go looking too deep, you'll regret it once you find what I'm hiding" I heard the door close, and he was gone once I regained my sanity. *** He was fire to my soul, his touch an electric cold shiver to my skin, and his eyes were the most troubled I could ever find. The way his eyes gazed at me, they held forbidden secrets. I was curious to what made him so closed off to the world, so twisted and cruel. I was drawn to him than anyone I've ever encountered, a man with a brutal past and a forgotten heart. They told me to stay away, but I didn't listen. They said my curiosity would kill me, then let that be the end of me. *UNDER EDITING* *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*

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