Chapter 1

 

"Mr Owens? Bethany Sutherland will see you now." The sprightly looking oriental receptionist with the fetching curves led Trevor to the inner office. Opulence was too understated an adjective when describing the room which the young man entered. The deep blue plush carpet had to be at least two inches thick. Potted plants included some very luxurious looking orchids. Original oil paintings adorned two walls and in the center of all this was an ornate desk fit for a top drawer CEO of some major corporation. Bethany Sutherland got up and greeted Trevor with a handshake and a broad smile. "Good morning, Mr Owens. I see you are right on time, I appreciate that. Please have a seat and thank you for considering our agency."

Trevor sat down and readily accepted a glass of Cárdenas handed to him by the smiling receptionist. The conservatively dressed woman carried her years well. He couldn't tell if she were 35 or 45. Her hair was a glossy dark brown but a few crows' feet around her knowing blue eyes hinted at a very mature woman. She got right down to business.

"I understand, Mr Owens, that you are looking for a regular and varied selection of our escorts and live-in sex providers. I can assure you of our outstanding quality, exceptional customer service and absolute discretion. Obviously from what you've told us you are definitely an upscale, discriminating gentlemen who can easily afford our special services. That's why we screen potential customers, of course. Before you leave hear, you will be given an up to date manual that contains details of over 250 women of all sizes, shapes, sexual proclivities and experience levels. In most cases, we can supply you with one or more of these titillating temptresses with 24 hours' notice. We also have back up ladies in case there's an unexpected situation. Do you have any questions?"

Trevor cleared his throat. He removed his glasses and wiped them ostentatiously. It was one of his nervous habits and he was barely conscious of it. "I say, is the rate per hour or per day exactly the same for each lady?"

"Absolutely and there will be no tipping asked for or expected. Each lady will submit a time sheet at the end of the session which you will sign. At the end of each week, we will expect direct payment, preferably via credit card. However, bank checks are welcome. We will also give you direct access to our website. On that site you can view photos and videos to get a better idea of what these ladies can do for you. Because you've indicated that you are straight, the transvestites and she males have been excluded from the catalogue. We have all racial varieties and ethnic backgrounds. The catalogue also contains details of over 300 back up girls who are almost as breathtaking as the regulars. We have everything from the petite, nubile with the fetching little girl look to the flowing, ultra sensual diva. When would you like your first appointment?"

Trevor was getting hard just thinking about the possibilities. He was one of those fortunate individuals whose monetary assets were inherited from a vast family fortune accrued for the most part in South Africa before the fall of the apartheid. So on top of everything else, he actually had the time to enjoy the fruits of his father's labours. "Thursday would be super. That will give me time to make a selection and for you to book it. I take it all the proper contact info is in the catalogue?"

Ms Sutherland smiled. "Absolutely, Mr Owens. Now in the future, if you have any complaints or concerns, you just come and see me and I'll do my utmost to solve the issue. Oh by the way we carry liability and theft insurance. Our girls are honest but we like to cover all the bases. I hope you will thoroughly enjoy our zesty young ladies."

Trevor glanced down at the catalogue he'd just been handed by the receptionist. "I take it all these girls have been thoroughly schooled in the erotic arts?"

"Definitely; each has been systematically tested for diseases and proper sexual drives. Most of these girls are practically nymphomaniacs. I can almost guarantee that you won't thoroughly satisfy them, even over a 24 hour period. It's one of our little trade secrets. Let's just say that a little hormone therapy goes a long, long way and our clients love the resulting interaction. It really is a let down when someone hires a lady or two for a great time and half way through the exercise, the girl fades out and just goes through the motions. If anything, you might have to take a few pills now and then just to keep up. We want you to get your money's worth so if you need some extra medications, just ask. She'll be happy to bring them with her."

Trevor sat back in the comfortable lounge chair and gazed at the pictures. There were a lot to choose from, so many he wanted to try. At last he got up, unable to totally repress a self-conscious laugh. "I'll be calling in later this afternoon. Pardon the pun, but there's a lot here to digest."

 

***

 

One of the long-term goals of the notable Owens family had been the ultimate status of owning an upscale estate in Great Britain. They'd been hung up with the idea that as long as they resided in South Africa, they were but mere colonials. For this reason, Trevor was the proud owner of a lovely 12 room Victorian home in an exclusive part of Brighton, courtesy of his grandfather. It was a bit of a jaunt from London but the staff at Pussy Cat Escorts assured him that it wasn't an issue. When you're worth in excess of 50 million pounds, it becomes quite academic if you're paying one thousand or two hundred thousand pounds per annum for female companionship. This is especially true when the accountant can get it written off as a business expense. Trevor wrote extensive erotica and these slinky bed mates would be models for his risqué descriptions in what would turn out to be over a dozen novels.

When he finally reached the homestead, he poured himself some very rich Columbian and sat down in the spacious kitchen to review the aforementioned catalogue. It was a daunting task. They were all categorized. There were sections of petite nubiles, blondes, brunettes, red heads, ebony beauties, hot blooded Latinas, lush Orientals, submissives, dominants and much more. There were further breakdowns based upon country of origin including a few American aboriginals and one Innuit. The ages were advertised as 18 to 30, however, Trevor would have bet serious coin that some of those chicks were younger than 18. It was probably the make up used because even the 30 year olds looked early twenties. Included were the measurements and special sexual talents. Some of then even indulged in water sports, although Trevor couldn't imagine how that could possibly be a turn on. Well, being quite conservative, bordering on paranoia, he decided to start slow and try one girl for approximately four hours on that fateful Thursday.

 

***

 

Julie reached Trevor's pad in a two-tone Bentley. She was thankful that the agency owned the vehicle because even with her excellent salary and benefits, she would have been very hard pressed to purchase one, even second hand. She'd made sure everything was prepared from the finger and toenails painted a very hot pink to the cherry flavoured lube that she carried in her handbag. To be shaved in all the right places was a given. Just before she left the vehicle, she checked her lovely face in the small mirror always placed in her purse to make sure the lip-gloss was perfectly applied. First impressions were very important, even in the sex trade. Julie wondered why she'd gotten into it. At only 19 she was already a pretty cagey veteran. Of course, her sexual exploits during school years were episodes in utter depravity with boys her own age. She'd enthusiastically lost her virginity at 11 and never looked back. Her first boy had only been 13 at the time but by now, she'd bedded men in their sixties. She didn't really like them that old but Don Dinero made up for any inner misgivings. She'd been told that this bloke was only about 25 and quite loaded. Well, unless he was ugly, she might actually enjoy this encounter. Hell, she might even throw in an extra hour on the house if he really turned her crank. With that, she exited the car and headed for the front door.

Trevor was in his study, fiddling with his spell checker, attempting to correct a myriad of miscues in chapter three of "Steamy Angels". He had to close the tool when he heard the doorbell ring. It must be his date. In seconds he closed down the program and the CPU and headed for the front door. When he opened it, his mouth opened in obvious admiration. There she was, a very petite, girlish looking chick, five foot tall lacking an inch. Her reddish hair was a complex array of bangs, curls and twists. There were even some freckles on her otherwise flawless white skin. She licked her tongue seductively over her deep pink lips.

"Are you Trevor?"

Christ, he thought to himself, she even sounded like some immature school chick. Her clothes were tight fitting and yet almost prim and proper if you ignored the stiff nipples that stuck out from beneath her braless blouse. The lime green skirt only went down to about six inches above the knees. Then her nylons proceeded to accent her sleek looking legs until they ended at a pair of high-heeled sandals.

"Please, come on in. You must be Julie."

She stepped in and a moment later the door was practically slammed behind her. She smirked, "In the flesh, Trevor. I've been looking forward to becoming much better acquainted with you. I'm already wet in all the right places." With that she gave her most salacious giggle.

He took her by the hand. "I do believe that my bedroom might fill the bill. Would you like a drink first or later?"

She put her slender arm around his waist. "Later on is better. It will help me relax after the sex high I know we'll both have. Don't worry, Trevor, I'm very accomplished in all the sexual arts and affectionate besides. I'll be the school chick you always fantasized about copulating with. Ah, here you are. Ooooo, what a glorious bed!"

A vast, king-sized bed met her interested gaze. "Are those silk sheets?" She was practically drooling.

"Naturally, only the best for the best." He smiled at her and began to unbutton her top. She pulled him closer and her electrifying lips sent serious voltage through her open mouthed kiss. In moments his hands found the warm flesh of her nubile tits. They were like little cupcakes and her nipples were almost as hard as his dick. Julie slipped off her shirt, unbuckled something and stepped out of her skirt. All she had on at this point was her nylons, string garter belt and sandals. She casually dropped her patent leather handbag on the floor beside the bed. Then it was his turn to strip. He actually was pretty handsome to her experienced eye. He slipped his glasses into a pants pocket and they dropped to the floor. He was only moderately muscular but he wasn't fat and he had penetrating brown eyes which almost matched his hair color. That was all right, her eyes were brown too. One added bonus, he was already rock hard. She decided at that point to really give him the works.

Julie allowed herself to be practically tossed onto the bed. As he dove in to start licking her pristine cunny, she was giggling and arching her sexy, slim legs to encourage him.

"Ooo, you like my little slit! Oh God! That feels so hot! Lick and lap it! Suck on that clit and make it burn! Do my rectum too. Play with those holes and turn me on! I'm gonna totally drain your cock!"

She smelled great. He wasn't sure if it was the soap she'd used or the perfume or a combination of both. Her inner pussy flesh tasted like wild cherry and he was surprised to find that even her anal pucker did as well. She must have applied something and if she did, it certainly made the exploration of her groin much more enjoyable. His hands moved over her little tits, squeezing and pinching them until Julie squealed from the very pleasurable attentions her young body was receiving. She felt like a school chick again, getting done by one of her male classmates.

"Oh yes! Oooooo, Trevor! Suck it all! You know what a girl really needs!"

Trevor's manhood was getting desperate for some warm, soft flesh to revel in. It was obvious that this high class whore was ready for some serious penetration, considering how wet she now was. He didn't feel like talking at this exciting moment. There were more urgent tasks to perform and the most important was to drill this hot slut silly. She lifted her legs to give his missionary attack more support. His hands were glued to her breasts, so she guided his shaft to her dripping little chasm.

"Oooo, Trevor! Nail it! Push it in and plough me to kingdom come! Yes! In! Go all the way! Nice and slow! Drag it out! Do you like the way I fuck?"

All he could do was moan an affirmative sound. Her grinding, clenching vaginal flesh added a visceral tightness to her tiny aperture. Screwing Julie's pussy was almost like doing an anus, it was so tight. He opened his mouth and looked at her sexy foot. During the undressing, she'd removed her sandals. She still had her nylons on, but she could take them off later. As it was, he greedily sucked on her toes when she guided those little wiggly toes into his open mouth. He sucked them quite hard but thankfully he didn't bite. His oral actions tickled and her giggling laugh actually enhanced her vibrating, clutching pussy motions.

"Ooo, Trevor! You dirty boy! Fuck your helpless little school chick till I'm raw and sore! Just do it! Fuck me harder! Squirt that cum up my baby slot until it flows with your cream! You're getting an around the world and then some!"

A few moments later, she had a genuine orgasm.