Is She Your Daughter?

Is She Your Daughter? Is She Your Daughter?

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This story is about desperation, loss and seeking love and acceptance from the wrong people. It tells a story of a young women with a shameful secret, but she is unaware that people are onto her.

Summary

This story is about desperation, loss and seeking love and acceptance from the wrong people. It tells a story of a young women with a shameful secret, but she is unaware that people are onto her.

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Submitted: November 25, 2012

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Submitted: November 25, 2012

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She walked into the living room with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Do I have a wild story for you!” she said.

I knew it was going to be a story about one of the Johns she had met the night before. I was growing tired of hearing all her “wild stories’’, didn’t she realize how sad and disturbing this all was?

She spoke in an excited manner about a client she had met the night before that apparently had “dating” potential. “Does she hear herself when she speaks?’’ I wondered. “Did she just say he was almost 60 and married?” I thought to myself.

She often speaks of these men as if she is shopping for a suitable husband.

She spoke about her passionate night filled with roses and champagne and expensive dinners and fulfilling sexual desires.

It sounds as though she’s taken the online dating thing the wrong way.

I’d heard her stories before, about how she was the ultimate “G.E.”, that’s “Girlfriend Experience” for anyone unfamiliar with escort lingo . Basically these amazing rich men, with their expensive cars and penthouse suits would just spoil her as if she were their girlfriend.

However she doesn’t mention that these men usually have social disorders, mental disorders or wives and new babies waiting for them to get home from their “business trips.”

She believed she was offering a service to these men that they couldn’t find elsewhere.

She believed that after she’d been wine, dined and 69nd, these men would support her small business, make her their wife and take care of her.

This sweet naive woman. She was essentially imitating “Pretty Women”,and took the whole life imitating art, imitating life thing too far.

She was sure she had it all figured out.

What she didn’t know was that I’d hear her tiptoe in at early hours of the morning. The smell of desperation was more overwhelming than the sour perspiration scent of the old John that spent his cash fucking the dignity out of her.  

I knew she’d have long showers afterwards to wash away the memories of being fucked as if she were a blow up doll they’d be able to deflate and put back into the box until next time.

She didn’t know I often heard her crying herself to sleep, or notice her spending her evenings locked up in her room, shutting out the world and reality. She was so afraid of confrontation. Her brown almond shaped eyes appeared glazed over and distant, her thin legs tucked in her chest, and her stained maroon lips told a different story. She appeared tired, anxious and depressed.

 She sipped her wine, and continued on with her “wild” story….

This escort gig was supposed to be a part-time job for only a couple of weeks until she had saved up enough money to pay a few bills. Weeks turned into months, and months turned into a year.

Once the money started rolling in, it became pretty difficult to turn down clients. 500 dollars for spreading your legs seemed all right, and her motto in the bedroom was “fake it till you make it.”

She kept them cumming, and the money kept coming. It was simple.

All the fancy dinners, clothes, expensive jewelry, paid vacations, furniture oh, don’t forget to mention the bruises, the pregnancy scares, the frequent trips to the sex clinic and the feelings of worthlessness were all worth the money!

Losing friends, getting caught up in webs of lies and not being able to maintain intimate relationships outside of the beautiful world of elite escorts was all part of the job.

Ask her, she often has a “wild” story to tell!

I had met this women before.I had known her.I knew her well.

She was an admirable woman with a degree from university degree, and an established business, with poise and grace. She comes from a good home with loving parents.

Is she your daughter?

 

 

 

 

 

 


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