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Chapter 1

Reyna

I bury my head in a pillow as I am fucked in my ass. My regular client, Boris Thomas, is a wealthy doctor who hates monogamy and loves escorts. His blonde hair doesn’t do it for me, but the good thing is he’s attractive, so it’s easier to get through, but he’s selfish in bed. Most men are, which means I don’t have to fake any moans. They like women who don’t say anything in bed. It’s dehumanizing, of course, but it’s less work. So, once a week, he gets to come on my tits and sometimes on top of my ass if he pays well.

“Your ass is squeezing me.” Mr. Thomas roars.

His hand marks my ass, and I take it. He pulls out of my ass, rips off the condom, and empties himself on my back. I can feel his cum dripping down my legs as he groans from his sensitive dick.

Boris falls back on his back. I get off the bed and grab a towel to wipe off his cum.

“Thank you again for joining me tonight, Rey.” Mr. Thomas hums from the hotel bed.

“It’s always a pleasure for me as well, Mr. Thomas.” I smile.

He hands me an envelope with my usual amount. I counted the money, and he gave me some extra money this time. I raised a brow at him. “A little incentive.” He chuckles.

“For?” I drag on the word.

“I’ll be going to a party in a few weeks, and I don’t want to go alone. My father just became governor, and I wondered if you wouldaccompanyme.”

Apologetically, I cross my arms and say, “Mr. Thomas, I don’t go on dates with clients.”

“I understand. Reyna, let’s plan to see each other soon,” he replies.

As an escort, I have a couple of rules:

Must have STD tests that were done no later than a week.

Must wear a condom.

Clients must be freshly showered before beginning the session.

Clients must sign Nondisclosure Agreements.

The client may ask me to wear any outfit they please. If they will pay the difference in cost.

Clients can only fuck me in the ass and mouth.

Cannot come inside my body, only the outside of my body wherever they wish.

Clients cannot kiss me.

Clients cannot restrain me.

I do not go out in public with clients.

This helps me protect myself and my son, Prince. He’s turning ten this year. How he grows so quickly, I’ll never know.

Later that Night

“Mom! I aced all my tests this week.” Prince comes running as I walk through the door.

“Of course you did. I am so proud of you, babe.” I hug him tightly and kiss his cheeks. “How should we celebrate this achievement?”

“Let’s go out to eat! And lots of desserts.” He shouts.

He has way too much energy sometimes. “Okay. Give me a few minutes to get ready.”

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