EXTRACT FOR
Escort's First BDSM Sex Contract
(Nicola Diaz)

"Hundred grand? For a week?" Tiffany gaped at the man. She'd taken a shift at the casino bar just to make ends meet. Hard work for not much money. She hadn't had a trick in nearly a year, not since her pimp had gotten busted on a drug charge. She figured she could make it on her own, but she only got a few shit clients.. After one pulled a gun on her, she was leery. Now here was this guy, Wilson, he said his name was. High class, high roller, a real whale.



"That is the offer, yes," he explained. "I can have you on a plane to Los Angeles tomorrow morning. All expenses paid, of course. Everything will be provided for you."



"What's this guy? He crazy? Fat and ugly? Old and impotent? What's his story?" Tiffany figured there had to be something wrong, there had to be some catch. A hundred grand for seven days was too good to be true.



"I assure you, my employer is none of those things. He simply has particular tastes and finds that it's easier to satisfy those desires with women of your special talents."



"Huh," Tiffany chuckled, "yeah, he wants to fuck and doesn't wanna bother with foreplay. Whatever, sure. Round trip tickets, though, in my hand before I get on the plane. Half when I get there, the other half before I leave. Here's my number, text me the flight info."



The man left and Tiffany figured she wouldn't see him again. She was surprised when the text came in just as she got off shift with a confirmation number for a flight that very morning. "Shit! Eight in the  morning!" She groaned, it was almost four already. She took a quick nap, showered, and thanked heaven the guy said she didn't need to pack anything. She made it to the airport just in time for her flight and landed in LA exhausted.