The escort girl

The escort girl The escort girl

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Can living someone elses fantasy's be a good thing? I will let you decide.

Summary

Can living someone elses fantasy's be a good thing? I will let you decide.

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Submitted: July 24, 2013

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Submitted: July 24, 2013

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Your an escort girl, high class and very good. Your clients are rich and money is the key. I am your favourite, we talk and get on very well, my line of work is the same, i screw people out of money,  buy and sell, we laugh about it sometimes, we even get personal but we both no it's buisness. During the day you surf the net, looking at stuff you come accross a fantasy site, looking through all the things people have written you laugh, ticking them off in your mind not one thing on here have you not done until you read a story, a dream of a guy, it's like a book with chapters but only dreams, his life and future are there to see. You read a chapter a day. It's so good you join and leave a message in your real name, the name that you had 6 years before your escorting, he replys, you start to talk, the only time really you have had a normal conversation, taking you away from your sordid but rich life, an escape. A few weeks later and all his dreams seem to be yours as well he invites you out to visit him, Italy can be the place of romance, even where dreams are made, you no because you have read them. I call round as usual, we talk, have sex and lay there, you tell me about the guy, his dreams and even the conversations, the invite, i say go for it, you have nothing here or to loose. You say you will but being friends in a client way ask if you can ring me if you need, i'm ok with that. A few weeks later and your there, a little local village, it really does stand up and beond the dreams you read. The guy tells you to meet him at a cafe the waiter talking to you in broken english you have to pinch yourself, you could live here forever. 2.30 the guy is an hour late, a little upset you phone me, i answer but am in an important meeting, i tell you to have a look round but keep an eye out for him, i will ring you when i'm done. Looking around you see a bar for sale, now thats something you could do, thinking about how you would run it, dreaming i call you back, finished and a little upset for you we talk. Your ok, if anything pleased the guy didn't turn up, you now have your own dream, telling me all about it,  and very excited you feel a hand on your shoulder,turn, drop your phone, eyes wide and confused, it's me, i explain i am the fantasy writer, i knew it was you but this was the only way we could be normal, i have loved you for so long and wanted to take you and me away from that other life we lead, you cry, hug me, two people that can now start a new lfe, happy and content. We buy the bar, working it really well, you sometimes teach English in the small school, pregnant with our first child.x Ok i think, had this come to me while painting my bar!. Hope you enjoyed it. xx


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