An Erotic Story About an Escort and a Fatal Attraction

A while back, I had a part-time job in real estate… We mainly worked in teams, with a coordinator for each group from different sectors. The job was interesting because, while we didn’t have direct responsibilities, we were all responsible for a specific part of the work, and by collaborating together, our successes were less significant but more consistent.

Since we were all so close, we celebrated our achievements in a big way, and of course, a connection and rapport developed between me and my coordinator… I honestly don’t know how it started, but I do know how it ended.He’s a very attractive and persuasive businessman who could make you smell the sea breeze even in a car wash… and when we were organizing our schedules, we’d find openings and make them our own.

I remember one legendary morning—it was right before a meeting was about to start… He looked at me with that mischievous look on his face, and with a wicked grin, he locked the door and turned the music up really loud. “Now you’re locked in, and you’re all mine…”

“Oh, really?” I said. I took off my glasses and let my hair down, letting my long locks fall loose… As he approached me, he unbuttoned my white shirt and pushed me toward the desk… all the while using his hands to lift me up, pulling up my skirt, and sitting me on the desk, giving a glimpse of my lace panties… and very sassily I said, “If I bite your lips, will that make you understand that they’re mine?”

He started kissing all over my neck and kissing me passionately while he kept caressing my breasts, pulling down my bra… he loved undressingme… my clothes just kept falling off on their own… He started licking my breasts and then nibbling on them while I played with him… so I decided to play a little too and went for my prize… I unbuttoned his pants to slip my hand inside and start caressing him as well… that started to turn him on a lot, he pulled down my panties and started touching me deliciously, then surrendered at my feet and licked me… all while he never stopped touching himself… ufff, it was extraordinary…

Then he put it in my mouth, and I sucked on it as if I were savoring the finest delicacy… and since he didn’t want to stop there, he told me to stop and laid me down on his desk to ride me…He moved fiercely, and I couldn’t help but come, teetering on the edge of ecstasy; he asked me to let him come between my breasts…

When we were done, we looked at each other—we were sweaty and hot… our hair and clothes were a mess, not to mention the state of the desk, which was covered in papers.

We burst out laughing and fixed what we could. I don’t think our coworkers noticed anything odd, but just to be on the safe side, I left early.

That day, it was all too obvious… On other days… our encounters would take place at the end of the day, making love on the sofa in his office with a glass of champagne… those moments filled with laughter, intimacy, pleasure, and sex… were becoming more frequent.

For him, it wasn’t a good sign, and for me either, because the attraction was so strong that it made our sexual encounters more intense and passionate… I didn’t know what to do; I looked for a thousand and one solutions, but nothing worked to stop the compulsive nature of our encounters.

I liked him a lot, but I already knew how these fatal attractions at work usually ended, and I needed to draw a line between my work and my private life again—even if it was a little late. Facing this situation felt like an uphill battle because I didn’t want to hurt him, but I also didn’t want to lose my independence, so I decided to be direct and to the point. I talked to him about our relationship—which was becoming more and more obvious to our coworkers every day—and about the problems this would cause for both of us. Furthermore, in a moment of resolve, I confessed that, in addition to my job at the company, I worked as an escort at a dating club in Barcelona.

He was surprised not because I didn’t want to continue seeing him, but because I was an escort, and all his confusion centered on the idea that being an escort meant being manipulated or being an unscrupulous woman, to which I replied that I was an escort on my own terms and that, just as in my work with him, I gave my best to achieve group-level goals, for which I was compensated.

The fact that I had intimate relationships with other people without any long-term attraction involved, I didn’t see it as something unnatural, but rather as a way to earn money—which I was interested in—through something as normal and natural as my own sexuality. As with everything, there’s also a downside, which I either accept or dismiss depending on what it is…

Of course, our relationship was over—he couldn’t afford it, and I wasn’t ready to deal with the instability of a secret relationship, which always leaves someone hurt.

We started avoiding each other, and his wonderful charm turned into complete indifference, so after a while I found another job—perhaps not as well organized, but good enough for my needs.

I think that telling him my secret made him see me as a cold, calculating person, or maybe he thought I’d gotten tired of him and decided to cut things off cleanly. Well, in any case, I was the one who left, and it wasn’t because I didn’t like him.

As an escort, I have friends with whom I share common needs and with whom I often maintain friendships. Of course, I want to fall in love with someone with whom I can build a happy and stable relationship, but I don’t want to get caught up in the vicious cycle of a relationship where love, affection, need, and selfishness become blurred. Although, as reality goes, we all evolve, and perhaps—who knows—in the end, it’s all about being happy, and what we value most isn’t always what makes us happy.