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Tonight was the night, and that fact was never more obvious then when your doorbell rang at 7pm.

Despite knowing you would be spending the majority of this ‘appointment’ in a single room, you’d spent the day making sure the place was spotless. Dirt or grime hadn’t survived your once-over, and you were proud of the mess you’d managed to tuck away. First impressions mattered, after all, and my profile had made a hell of a first impression on you.

It had all started when your work friend suggested the service. “It’s such a lovely website,” she said, a blushing smile across her face as she bit a nail or two in gleeful shame. “Honey, seriously, you’ve gotta try it. Changed my whole approach. The ‘old fashioned way’ just seems so boring now.”

And it was a good website. A… well, suggestive website, but it was well made. Plenty of in depth legal procedures, lots of helpful links to get mother’s started, and of course, libraries worth of ‘applicants’ for any client to peruse. You’d spent the whole evening on your computer that night, just browsing for applications. And, even if you’d seen a video already, there wasn’t any harm in playing it from the beginning, was there?

And that was when you found me. Miles Brookfield. 31 years of age. A professional for the company, with nearly seven years under his belt. His profile shot was enough to get you interested, a man with a somewhat chiselled but realistic body, a thick head of hair, and a smile that could have torn your pajama bottoms off from where you were sitting. And the cock… good lord the cock… a behemoth of seven inches, curved just a bit up, and girthy like a soda can, all resting on a healthy helping of balls.

The photo was enough to click on the profile, and his prose in my bio was enough to keep your interest. You started browsing my profile a bit more, and eventually got to my highlighted videos. Women who’d agreed to be filmed, of course, as advertisements for my page. All of them were writhing, cum-filled messes by the time I was done with them. You didn’t see a single video where the woman’s legs didn’t shake in undeniable orgasmic proof.

It was enough to seal the deal. An appointment was made after a little flirtatious back and forth on the website’s chat app. And, sure enough, the doorbell was ringing.

You peaked out of the little window, greeted by me as I patiently waited outside, looking at my phone and seemingly checking my emails. I held a duffle bag in my hand, and wore nothing more than a simple white tee and grey sweatpants, where a sizeable bulge was visible even through the small lookout in the door.

Tonight was your night. And once you opened the door, we’d get this started.

Thank you for reading! If this seems like an enticing story to write, please reach out to me in DMs and we'll get to talking about kinks, limits, characters, and a starter plot for the pair of us! I look forward to seeing you lovely ladies in those orange envelopes! <3