Part of the Eden’s Garden Series
“I’ll be right back Eden, just relax.”
I have no idea how I’ve gotten myself into this situation. I’m lying on my back on Mark’s bed, wrists and ankles tied to each of the bed posts, candles lighting the room just so, the flickering of the flame glowing off of the black leather blindfold lying next to me on the nightstand. Oh, and I’m still fully clothed.
Mark had seemed like such a normal guy when I first met him. It was 2 a.m. and JC’s birthday party had finally come to an end, she’d absolutely loved the gift of Sabina that I’d given her, and Sabina had worked up the entire room when she revealed a surprising kink (even for being as promiscuous as she was) while being gang banged, sorry, I mean ‘test driven’ by three of the guys.
Afterward, most of the ladies had gone back to Crystal and Anika’s duplex for some girl talk, and I was about to join them when I felt a gentle touch on my elbow and heard Mark’s voice ask, “Do you have a little time for me?”
I’d been wanting to session with Mark all evening so I didn’t wait to be asked twice.
“I’ve got all the time in the world,” I smiled back, and after a quick drive across town we’d settled in his living room, warming up and getting to know each other.
“So how did someone like you get involved in the Hobby?” he asked, taking a sip of his wine and watching me for my reaction, keeping his eyes locked with mine.
“Someone like me?” I laughed, fighting the urge to allow myself to be intimidated by him. “What, you think I’m too good for this?”
“Touché,” he laughed back. “No, what I mean is you’re a psychiatrist, right? You counsel people on their sexual addictions all day long, like the lovely Sabina tonight, for example, yet here you are coming back to my place at two in the morning.”
“Oh I see, so you’re trying to psycho-analyze me, is that it?” I teased him, and when he started to look defensive I added, “OK, you be the doctor and I’ll be the patient.” I paused to collect my thoughts, bathing my mouth with his wine to savor all of the different flavors, then continued.
“So I guess at some point I started to get bored with my 9-5 day job, even though I like what I do, don’t get me wrong. One night over drinks I was talking to a girl friend who worked for a lady who arranged dinner dates for men who were in town on business, all on the up-and-up. The guys were just looking for company for dinner, nothing more, at least at first.”
Mark nodded and waited, figuring there would be more to the story.
I rolled my eyes to emphasize the words ‘at least at first’, then continued. “After you have dinner with the same man more than once, he naturally expects more. So eventually I got into the routine of going back to his hotel with him and giving a blow job to the guy. Nothing more. I mean after all, he’s spending a lot of money to have me join him for dinner, and then the cost of the dinner itself. For a guy that I met more than once, I figured it’s the least I could do.”
He nodded in agreement. “Sounds like a good gig. You’ve got your day job and you’re making good money on the side, no doubt,” Mark said, gesturing toward my body while still watching my face to see how I’d react to his toying with me.
“So what got you into escorting?”