Escorts and Erotic Characters

In this article, we explain… the relationship between escorts and erotic characters.

THE ESCORT WHO IS AN AEROBICS INSTRUCTOR

They call it “Operation Bikini”… and it’s already mid-June. Even though it’s a little late for me, I’ve decided to join a gym near my house and get in shape… “It’s always good,” they say… and it’ll help me look better and feel better overall…

It’s Tuesday. I leave work and get ready to go…

Once I get there… I take my workout clothes out of my backpack and change… I’m there… and after a boring session in the gym… the sky finally clears up…

I see a group of pretty girls heading toward a room; I don’t hesitate for a second… I get off the exercise bike and dash over there like a bolt of lightning…

“The aerobics class is about to start” (I hear someone whisper)… well, that’s fine by me… I’m going to try something different to take my mind off things…

Everyone take your positions and wait…

And that’s what I do, I hope, as I wipe the sweat off with my towel and cool off by drinking a little water… and gulp! I almost choked…

Whew, what I’m seeing can’t be real!…It’s definitely the teacher…

She has a natural command of the stage, and she also looks like a statuesque, smiling little doll who, clad in a tiny leotard and skimpy shorts, walked with incredible, graceful strides until she reached the podium.

He had more than enough, and he lacked nothing…

Like a magnet, her charming smile and voice captivated me and drew me to the front row. “So I can follow the steps better,” I told her… and to watch and revel in her charms… (and no wonder…)

The music started, and with it, the aerobic exercises…

He gave us the relevant instructions regarding the steps… “arms up”… “two steps to the side”…

“Now take three steps back”… “Lift your right leg”…

My temperature was definitely rising at an alarming rate, my heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest, and sweat poured down my whole body…

I couldn’t stop imagining thousands of forbidden things with her body, and I imagined thousands of positions with every one of her movements…

My gaze scanned every part of her beautiful, statuesque body…

I wanted it to remain etched in my memory like a tattoo… and never fade away, so I could remember it as a fantasy in my dreams…

Then we started with the jumps; her graceful, super-energetic figure seemed to float with every step… It drove me wild—her mischievous face and those eyes that shone like suns, which were now fixed on me. Smiling at me, she shouted…

“Higherrr!”…and I climbed up…

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he told me…

“Just a little more… hang in there!”… I had to push myself harder; that would definitely get me in shape, and if she was the teacher, I’d be more than happy to…

I wanted to keep going and didn’t want to stop… but then class was over…

I definitely wanted to see her again and keep doing aerobics with my muse…

I was really enjoying myself, and I actually liked being with her… so when almost all the other guests had already left, I walked over to her and asked her…

“Excuse me, miss, when is the next aerobics class?”…and she answered me in a soft whisper…

“You need to get back in shape and get back on track…

“Come with me to Top Damas, where I’ll be your mature escort and private aerobics instructor. We’ll do exercises and poses that will fascinate you… I’ll make your legs tremble… we’ll practice the best sport ever known… the aerobics of pleasure…”

 

THE CHEF ESCORT

It was more than obvious… he was crazy about her…

Ever since that woman became the chef, the number of customers at the restaurant had certainly increased.

I was his kitchen assistant… more commonly known as a kitchen hand…

All of her recipes were as delicious as her palate and as the figure that her white chef’s uniform hinted at…

Behind her jacket, one could make out a generous bust and a subtle, slender waist… a body that was pure sin, one I would savor very slowly before devouring it mercilessly, just as I would my favorite dessert…that one—which, like her, though she’s even more so, and without limits… I’m passionate about and can never get enough of…

I’m captivated by her sweet gaze, which at times takes on a spicy edge… her sharp wit that dazzles me… when she wants me to obey her, she sprinkles the conversation with bittersweet words, but she never makes my days bitter… she is my chef, and my muse…

“Today I’m going to teach you how to make our family’s dessert…” she ordered me…

“Bring me the ingredients…damn it…for now, that’ll be 150 grams of sugar and 6 eggs…” and we got right to work.

While she was beating the egg yolks with the sugar, I was whipping the egg whites until stiff peaks formed, adding a pinch of salt to help them hold their shape…

Then soak the gelatin for 5 minutes, heat it without dissolving it, wash the strawberries and blend them, and now… mix everything together… your part, and mine…

As I poured my mixture into his, his gaze locked with mine and sparks flew…

With all that movement, my body had warmed up… I found it incredibly sexy the way she bit her full lips every time she made a move…

That’s when she told me to get a mold and chop up the candied cherries to scatter them throughout the soufflé… I poured the mixture into the mold and put it in the fridge… I certainly didn’t want to catch a chill…

“You’re learning a lot, and I love that,” she told me… and went on…

“What do you think we can do during the two hours the soufflé has left to cool?”

“I… am in charge of him…” I replied… with a perfectly mischievous look that hinted at a touch of malice…

“Perfect…” he replied, and continued, “You’ll be an ingredient, just like the ones in my soufflé; we’ll blend together into a sublime mixture worthy of the most discerning palates, where the original flavor is its most appealing and sublime aspect… Let’s take a break…I’ll be your escort and chef at Barcelona’s most exclusive venue, Top Damas…”

 

THE EROTIC SECRETARY ESCORT

This is my first day as an executive secretary at a major company.

The scheduled time arrived, and they ushered me into the waiting room, where I would be introduced to my boss.

Through the glass door, a handsome, very elegant man with a very distinguished air was walking toward me…

“It must be him,” I said to myself, and sure enough… it was him…

We shook hands and immediately clicked, and he told me to get right to work…

Keep track of your schedule, appointments, events, and even your shopping lists and phone numbers…

He had to be someone he trusted completely and his right-hand man.

We spent the entire morning going over everything related to what my job entailed and what the company’s policy was…

I could tell he was watching my every move as he spoke to me in a voice that was as captivating as it was masculine, and he noticed all my little quirks… like the way I played with my pen or twirled the strands of hair that had come loose from my updo around my face while I took notes…

His eyes were drawn to my unbuttoned shirt—not on purpose—which offered a glimpse of my mischievous side and, yes… some deliciously sexy underwear…

As we sat down, his gaze seemed unable to help but wander to the space between my legs, which were encased in divine stockings that ended in elegant, high-heeled pumps.

It’s the charm and allure of the short skirt on my suit jacket… he told me he absolutely loved it…

I could feel the tension building… he was getting closer to me… he was sitting in his chair and I was standing near his desk…

His eyes locked onto mine—I had decided to wear glasses because I thought they would give me a more professional look—but even so, I let my guard down and gazed at him intently…

He kept getting closer and closer to me until I ended up straddling him, and he said to me:

“Work stress is overwhelming, but a Kit Kat with a coworker as kind and thoughtful as you is great therapy.”

“Take off your glasses and let your hair down… I’ll take care of the rest,” he said as he put his hands on my shirt to unbutton it even further…

“Perfect,” I said, taking his extremely expensive pen and tucking it into my updo… “We’re done here for today, but we’ll continue with much more if you’d like at Top Damas. There, I’ll be not only your secretary, but also the most exquisite escort for you, boss. Collaboration always has its perks.”

 

THE ESCORT: A LADY OF SERVICE

I’ve been thinking about it for a while… it’s been on my mind…

I definitely need more free time, and I hate spending my weekends doing housework.

I need a hand… that’s obvious.

I’m going to listen to my boss for once in my life and call that agency that provides part-time housekeepers…

Actually, I made a deal with them: four little hours on Saturday afternoons. I go all out. Floors, windows, ironing…

It’s Saturday, 4:30 p.m., and the doorbell rings.

When I open the door, a graceful and beautiful young woman asks for my first and last name, and sure enough, I nod; she smiles sweetly at me with such a shy and pleasant expression that it makes me blush… and that’s when I invite her in.

She wears comfortable, athletic clothes, but she tells me she has to wear the uniform provided by the agency.

I show her around the whole house and all the cleaning supplies, and she goes into the bathroom to change and get to work.

As I settle into the couch and start watching a movie, I can’t help but let my gaze wander to that beautiful sight…

There she is, having already changed her look… approaching me, wildly sexy and irresistible…

Her uniform made her look even more beautiful…a tight-fitting bodice with an unbuttoned neckline revealed the fullness of her firm, magnificent breasts, and an extremely short, full skirt made me dream of a thousand and one forbidden things every time she bent over to take the dishes out of the dishwasher…

That’s when, addressing me… I wake up and snap out of my fantastic dream…

“Sir, ahem… Sir… could you lend me a ladder so I can give the shelves a thorough cleaning… they’re covered in dust, you see???”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking. Of course… Miss…”

As he climbed the stairs, I was able to return to my wonderful dream…

There I was, mesmerized, staring at her slender, beautiful legs, which, like an angel, rose little by little, finally revealing the eternal sky to me…

Yes… hidden between her legs were some lace panties that seemed to dance along with the feather duster, much to my delight and enjoyment…

Time had stood still for me.

I felt like part of the furniture; and that’s exactly what she made clear to me by coming up to me and grabbing my tie in the most sensual way I’d ever experienced… she whispered to me…

“Sir, you’re standing there almost motionless—‘do you want me to dust you off a little, too’?”…to which I replied… “Mmmm… so many things come to mind when I’m with you!”

And she replied… “I can read your mind, and if there’s any little corner my feather duster can’t reach, just whisper it in my ear…Come with me to Top Damas, an exclusive and discreet place, where I’ll be your escort or your sexy girl… there, I’ll make your most intimate desires come true—even the ones you haven’t even dreamed of yet…”

 THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT ESCORT

I’m used to traveling.

It was game day. Barcelona vs. Madrid, and it was an early game.

I boarded the plane and took my seat by the aisle, then stowed my carry-on bag in the overhead compartment.

As always, same old, same old… the cabin crew’s usual routine; I didn’t even pay attention to the safety instructions the flight attendants were giving…

I said it right… “I wasn’t paying attention”… until bam!!!…

I put aside the newspaper I was reading, captivated by the enchanting voice coming from behind a cart filled with breakfast items, asking me, “What would you like, sir?” To which I replied, “Just a little black coffee will do…”

I had never seen such beauty, not even on earth, much less high above… it was the dream of every living being…

She had wonderful eyes that radiated sweetness and mischief, and a perfect smile that looked like it had come straight off the cover of a dental clinic brochure, framing sensual, full lips that made you dream of a thousand forbidden things…

As I poured myself some coffee… I noticed his red tie, which matched his red beret…

What I’d give to undo his tie and get a better look… his white shirt made his underwear show through a little… I just wanted to see a little more… what a powerful fantasy…

At that moment, our eyes locked…

I couldn’t believe it, but yes, there was mutual attraction—or so it seemed…

That’s when, with that same mysterious look, she pointed to the spot—we’d meet in the bathroom—and she also let me know the time… by tracing the numbers on her watch with her fingers… in 30 minutes…

Half an hour that felt like an eternity, during which my mind—faster than the plane—had already explored her body in my mind and let my imagination run wild…

I was so nervous… I couldn’t stop sweating…

The moment had finally arrived… she was there, and I walked over to her…

I don’t know how she did it, but she pulled me into the bathroom with her, and as she moved closer to me, she said…

“We’ll be landing soon… Let’s meet at Top Damas. If you want to soar to new heights again, I’ll know just how to take you there and help you touch the clouds in the sky”… Ask for me.

She gave me a card and left with a mischievous, teasing smile; of course, after my work appointment, I ended up at Top Damas, and there she was—wonderful and unforgettable. 

THE EXECUTIVE ESCORT

It’s ten to nine, and there I am…

Standing rooted to the spot in the office like I’d never done before…

Always on time…smelling great, with gelled hair and a perfectly pressed, spotless suit…

Attention and care just for her and by her alone, because my eyes have belonged to her ever since she took the helm and, with it, took control of my will… she is my boss…

I can’t resist that unattainable dream…

I like following her orders, and it’s a pleasure for me to obey such a beautiful, statuesque woman who comes to life and becomes real, taking on the form of a human body with perfect curves…

I certainly try to focus on the task at hand and synchronize my movements with the ticking of the clock, which seems to go on forever until it’s ten past ten…her time…the boss’s time…the moment of tension, when everything must be in order so that she feels pleased and satisfied.

From across the parquet-floored hallway, you can hear the sound of her heels as she walks with elegance—always in high heels—her enviably beautiful legs making it impossible not to look;

Her stride is steady, fueled by courage; she is the leader who guides us with a sensual strength that makes me fall in love with her…

She doesn’t mind showing off her cleavage under those sheer blouses that drive me—and the entire office staff—crazy, and then she sits up straight and pierces me with that gorgeous, feline, femme fatale gaze that only she possesses…

He calls me, and without a second thought, I rush into his office, where I am entranced by the sight of a goddess,

I told her that if she wanted something from me—while she looked at me like a tigress, with those full, regal red lips—she said:

Don’t be surprised—I know the look on your face, and today I want you to do everything I tell you to…

Don’t worry, just let me lead the way—I’m your boss today, and you’ll be joining me at my most exclusive private meeting spot in Barcelona.

It’s called Top Damas; that’s the only place where I can make my daily fantasies come true… without phone calls or knocks on the door.

“Of course,” I replied, “I’m all yours.”