Woman of respect- This idea isn't as well thought out as some of the others, so I'll just tell you what I'm thinking: A woman you respect and or holds some power of you, i.e. a boss, a professor, a landlord, etc. warns you you're in danger of some grand punishment or evection, or offers you something you want like a promotion or cash or something- the way out? Her son (21 only). She wants to watch you fuck him. She wants you to make him feel good, do all the things he wants, while she watches. She'll check in with him to make sure you're doing your best, to make sure he gets what he wants, so if you want to get what she has to offer, you'll have to go through him. Obviously this idea is broad so I'm open to ideas!

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?"

Hoe-tel affair- My heart pounds as I talk through the sliding doors of the hotel. We've been doing this for month's, you'd think I'd be over the nerves, the excitement, but every time I slide my wedding ring into my wallet it all feels new again. I check in under a fake name, grab my room key, text you the room number. We're on the third floor. Nothing fancy. This isn't some romantic gesture, or grand event. It's another long lunch on a Thursday, where no one will find us. It started as an accident. Too much to drink when no one was around to stop us. We laughed it off, said it was the alcohol, no need to make a big deal out of it. It was harder to deny the second time. And the third. Finally after weeks of back-seat hookups in my sedan, you invited me to this hotel. Now, every other Thursday, we meet here, away from our every day lives, just the two of us, enjoying each other. I sit on the edge of the bed, tugging at the sleeves of my shirt as I watch TV, passing the time. You should be here any minute now. I look in the mirror by the bed, checking my hair, making sure my buttons are all aligned. If I'm going to risk the life I built, I want to look good doing it. There's a knock on the door. You're here. I take a deep breath, then go to let you in.

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