The Escort's Taxi Ride

What would you do, if a gorgeous woman asked you for a ride?She would pay for it, too. For both rides. Sounds like a dream, right?And what if she was an elite escort? One that was in danger? Your life would never be the same, but it would totally be worth it. So, what is it going to be?~o~Suzanne was an escort, and not your usual kind at that. She was into the elite stuff, or at least that's what she called it. God, I still remember her, although it happened a few years ago, and her...
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What would you do, if a gorgeous woman asked you for a ride?She would pay for it, too. For both rides. Sounds like a dream, right?And what if she was an elite escort? One that was in danger? Your life would never be the same, but it would totally be worth it. So, what is it going to be?~o~Suzanne was an escort, and not your usual kind at that. She was into the elite stuff, or at least that's what she called it. God, I still remember her, although it happened a few years ago, and her time with me was rather short for my liking. And yet, her memory has been haunting me ever since. I know it's cliché and I am also aware that she slept with most men for their money. But I was different. She paid me. Okay, not for the sex, but still, it certainly seemed like it that time. Who else could say that about themselves, right?She was gorgeous to look at, a sight to behold - and a treasure to hold in one's arms, that's for sure. An elusive one, but all the rarer and more exquisite for the very same reason. I bet anyone would have given anything they had just to spend one night with her. I know I would have. Well, I did, sort of. And it nearly cost me my life - and sanity.With her long blond curls and melancholy blue eyes, you could have easily mistaken her for an innocent schoolgirl. In fact, that's how she looked like when I picked her up. She was wearing her silky hair in two pigtails, and her slender legs were clad in white knee-socks. Not to mention her checkered red and black miniskirt, or her white blouse that was tied into a knot over her ample breasts, revealing a flat and tanned stomach. I wouldn't normally go there, but then on closer look, I could tell that she was old enough to be my wife - but not old enough not to be able to pull the look off. Except, that time I had no idea she was a call girl, or that she was in trouble. Her life was at stake, and I was the only one who could help her.~o~This is the first story in The Escort's Pleasure series. This bite-size loveliness is full of hot, kinky fun. 6,000 words of it, actually. Don't miss out, grab your copy now at an introductory price. You won't be dissappointed!