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Prostitute and a Business Man- I'm only in town for a few days while I oversee a corporate merger. I'm tired, and lonely, getting ready to head back to my hotel for the night, when a coworker gives me a card, saying to call it if I need a companion. I head back to my suite, and sit on the edge of my bed, contemplating, for a moment, if I'm ready to take this leap. Finally, I take a deep breath, pull out my phone and send a text to the number. "Are you free tonight?"

The Housewife's Secret Life- Your cream swirls in your coffee, creating its own little universe as you sit at the kitchen table, breathing out a sigh of relief. Lunches have been made, dress shirts ironed, breakfasts eaten, dishes washed. The morning rush is over, it's your time to take a breath. It won't last long though. You look up at the clock, watching the time tick as you sip your coffee. It's 8:47. In just a few moments, You'll reach for that small space in the cupboard that only you know exists. You'll shed the robe and responsibilities of your life as a stay-at-home mom and grab the collar that represents your other life. The secret life. At 8:59. you'll sneak over to the neighboring house, sneaking in through the back door. When the hour turns, you'll hand yourself over to him. You'll let him lead you by a leash, your arms tied behind your back. You'll thank him for letting you bathe him in the shower. You'll hold the chain connected to the clamps on your nipples, trying not to pull them off as the vibrator between your legs buzzes you toward yet another orgasm. You'll take his cock into your mouth, holding your phone between your legs as your husband calls for the third time, then desperately lick his cum off the floor. You'll let him lick, bite, squeeze, fuck, smack, choke, bind, lead as he sees fit, always answering his commands with a "Yes sir." Sure, you feel some shame about your secret life. You don't WANT to do this. But it's not like you're being coerced either, there would be no consequence if you didn't show up, or said no. You're here because you need to be. because there is something inside you that needs to be treated like this. Because from 9 to 3, you need someone else to be in control. And if that's what it takes to keep you sane, well... is it really too big a price to pay? (Younger neighbor dominates MILF when her family has left for the day. Details can be decided upon together.)

The VIP Room- This was all so new to me. It's titillating, if not a bit overwhelming. Base thumped in my chest and ears as scantily clad women walk around offering dances. I can smell sex and cheap booze as I try not to stare at one person for too long. My friend wraps his arm around me laughing, "Come one man, it's ok to look. That's why we're here." I smile, but shift uncomfortably in my chair. A few of the other boys we came with have spread out, buying dances, flirting with strippers, eating wings. Someone hands me a drink. I down it as fast as I can. My eyes linger on a girl for longer than I mean to. When I look back around, my friend is gone. Shit. I stand up to go find him,. and quickly catch sight of him talking to her. The same girl I'd just been staring at. I see him hand her a wad of cash, way to thick to be for once dance. He smiles at her, and points at me. What was he saying to her? It was impossible to hear over the music. My breath catches in my throat as she walks up to me. She traces a finger down my chest. "Your friend wants me to take you to the VIP room," She says "He was VERY specific about what to do." She takes my hand before I can say anything, walking me through the crowd to the black velvet curtain... (So what did he tell you to do?)