Page 53 of Once a Month

“Was?” I ask.

“I paid those off a while ago. Now, I just come here for her. I get paid to have mind-blowing sex with a gorgeous woman.” She winks. “It’s pretty awesome. Plus, now I can finish my Ph.D without having to have a full-time job. I do this once a month and school the rest of the time.”

“You just come here for her? What about if someone else wants you?”

“She has dibs; that’s how it works. She told me that if I spotted you, though, I should ask if you wanted to join us. She wasn’t sure you’d be free since you usually aren’t.”

“Oh, I am tonight,” I say before I think it through.

“Want to watch me go down on her?” she asks. “She’s so fucking sexy sometimes.”

“Can I ask you a question?” I set my empty glass on the bar as her drinks are placed there by the bartender.

“You’ve fucked me before – I think you can ask me a question,” she says, taking a sip of her drink.

“Do you like her?”

“Like her? Yes. Why?”

“No, I mean… Is it more than just sex for you?”

“Oh,” she says, looks around, and takes a drink to stall. “Why do you ask?”

“Because when we… finished last time, you two just kind of went all-in with each other, and you seem more intimate than most of the people I’ve watched here.”

“Well, we’ve been doing this for two years, so we know each other pretty well,” the escort says.

“You do? Do you talk?”

“Of course, we talk,” she says, laughing a little.

“About more than just sex?”

“Yes. I know a lot about her, actually. She knows a lot about me, too.”

“But it’s just sex?”

“She’s married,” she tells me. “To a man. I’m the only woman she’s ever been with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she replies. “I kind of like that, though. Is that weird?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“I mean, we’ve been with other women at these things, but only when we’re together. I like how free she is with what she wants. It drives me crazy.”

“But you’re not into her for real?”

She sighs and says, “Look… Do you want to come up with us or not? She’s probably already about to come, and I want to make sure I’m either there to see it, or I’m there to stop it so I can make her come instead.”

“Sure. What the hell?” I say.

I have nothing else to do, and I wouldn’t mind watching them again. I just have this feeling that there’s more to them than just sex. The way this woman is dodging my questions tells me I’m onto something, so I follow her up the stairs and into the room.

“What the hell are you doing?” she says to the naked woman on the bed who has her legs spread wide open.

The member is moving a dildo in and out with her hand while she has a vibrator pressed to her clit.

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