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YES!”
    Slap!
    “ YES!” Whitney screamed,
her voice quivering. “I FUCKING LOVE IT! DON’T STOP, DON’T FUCKING
STOP!”
    Scott spanked her ass a couple more times
then wrapped one arm around her upper body and grabbed her opposite
shoulder and pulled her closer in to him, until their heads were
just inches apart. With his opposite hand he reached out and
grabbed her breast and squeezed, eliciting another gasp from
Whitney. Grunting with exertion, he continued fucking her with
everything he had, grinding up against her ass, pummeling her
mercilessly as she screamed for more until he no longer had
anything left.
    “ Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Scott
said, pulling his cock out of her pussy at the last possible moment
and squirting his seed all over Whitney’s ass. Gasping for breath,
he leaned back against the counter behind him.
    Whitney grabbed a hand towel and wiped his
sperm off her ass. “What a waste of good cum,” she said, shaking
her head sadly. “Next time give me a heads-up before you’re going
to do that. We’ll find a better place for it.”
    “ Next time?” Scott said,
too tired to mask his surprise.
    “ Of course,” Whitney said.
“It’s not even midnight yet. We’ve still got half the night to play
around. Unless you’ve had enough?”
    “ Hell no,” Scott
said.
    “ Are you sure? Because I
can—”
    “ You can just stop right
there,” he said. “No way I’m going to pass up the chance to fuck
you again.”
    “ Is that right?” Whitney
said, flashing him a nasty little grin.
    “ That’s right,” Scott said,
grinning right back at her.
    “ Then let’s go,” she said,
grabbing his hand and starting to lead him out of the kitchen. “Oh,
and don’t forget the Jack. A few more shots and things are apt to
get real kinky.”
    Scott reached back and snatched the bottle
off the counter. He didn’t want to miss out on the chance of things
getting kinkier. No way, no how. He only hoped that in the morning
he’d be able to remember everything. Somehow he thought he would,
no matter how drunk he got. Some nights you just can’t forget. And
he was pretty certain this New Year’s Eve was going to be one of
them.
     
    #####

The Girl is in
Charge
    Confessions of an Escort Addict: Volume
One
     
    I’ve never understood the reluctance to pay
for an escort. The way I see it, escorts provide the best of both
worlds. Not only are you pretty much guaranteed to get someone who
knows how to fuck, you get someone who either enjoys doing it or
are good enough at faking it that you won’t know any different. And
more importantly you don’t have to deal with any of the heartache.
You make a phone call, order the services and type of girl you
desire, pay your money, then relax and start getting warmed up. No
need for any false pretences, no need for any emotional ties, no
need for any awkwardness associated with conventional male/female
relationships. No worry about talking afterward. Or sharing your
feelings. None of that crap applies. As for the morals of the
transaction? What are morals anyway but a set of standards forced
upon us by the arbitrary whims of the society. Fuck it, I say. Do
what you want, what makes you feel good. Fuck everyone else. Let
them live their own life. So the way I see it, give me an escort or
give me death. But enough of the rambling, I’m sure you want to get
to the good stuff. After all, that’s why you bought this right? For
the sex. So here we go.
     
    #
     
    I’m in Los Angeles for an overnight stay in
the middle of a two-week long business trip. There are hundreds of
reasons why I love L.A., not the least of which is its high-quality
escorts. As the porn capitol of the world, the misnamed City of
Angels has no shortage of sex workers plying their trade. You can
get whatever kind of girl you want—any hair color, any attitude,
any race—with nothing more than a phone call to the right person.
And I know all the numbers by heart. I call one of my favorite
companies