The Wrong Escort

[Dudemar]

So, I see escorts sometimes on my business trips. Most of the year I'm flying somewhere, checking into a hotel, and resting up for a night then diving headfirst into work. You get a few days off here and there to explore the city and what have you, and that's hardly enough time to pick someone up at a bar let alone have a relationship.  

I splurge whatever my bonus is on an escort then. Sometimes they're high class sorts that you could have imagined going through a finishing school, other times well what can I say? A man has needs, and you want a woman you definitely wouldn't take home to mother. 

This time I find myself way up in the Pacific Northwest, right in Seattle. It's going to be very long and tedious, so I decide I'm going to treat myself to someone special. As soon as I get to the hotel, which is quite luxurious by my standards, I race up to my room and pull out my laptop. 

I've got alternate accounts and numbers for everything so there's no embarrassing moments. Hey, I've seen it happen. Some guy thinks being a state away for work gives him totally immunity to go behind his wife's back. Guess who forgot to do a sweep on his computer? And now everyone can see his incriminating emails blown up on a projector. 

Not me, I make it a point to be thorough. Besides which, I don't have a wife or even a significant other to worry about poking around my accounts. It makes things a lot easier all around, especially times like this where I'm feverishly going through page after page of escorts around the city. 

Row after row of beautiful women fill the screen, of every body type and color. It's difficult to settle on one, and I am a finicky man. There's the busty beach babe type next to a demure goddess who can be my muse according to her profile. They're both wonderful in their own ways. 

Next, I can recapture my youth with the gorgeous collegiate who younger me was too unsure of himself to approach at the time. Or I can spend the night with a mature beauty with a few kinks who can teach me a thing or two. Decisions, decisions. 

I settle on one I believe will be good company. Half Korean, she has an appreciable bust and an angelic face. Says she has traveled internationally extensively, into running and is a great conversationalist. Laugh if you must, but you'd be surprised how important that is when you can't really go on date-dates. 

At the bottom of the page is her contact info and I fire off an email from my alternate account and in a few minutes I get a response. We exchange a few pleasantries and eventually get to business. The plan is for her to meet me in the hotel's bar, then after some pleasant conversation we head up to my room where the real festivities begin. 

There's a few hours to kill and I unpack everything, making the hotel room as homey as I can make it. I take a shower and do an inspection. A quick shave is in order and I make sure my hair is perfect. A nice spritzing of cologne gives me a nice, manly musk smell I hope she will like. 

I get dressed and head down to the hotel's bar and restaurant area and can hear rain pelting the roof mercilessly. It's really starting to come down now and I wonder if my date, Jasmine, will be able to make it. 

The bar is sparsely populated and I find a stool, order myself an Old Fashioned. I take tiny, reserved sips and scan the area for my date. My watch says it's about twenty minutes after the time we're supposed to meet up. I don't see her, and I'm looking at some of the other women here in case I need to bite the bullet and actually get by on something other than my bank account. 

My phone buzzes and I open it to see a quick email. She's so sorry she has to cancel, the rain is too heavy and there's no way to make it. I reply it's okay, maybe we'll catch up some other time. Damn, I really wanted to be with someone tonight. And so far no one has really caught my eye. 

I take a defeated sip of my drink and through the bottom of the glass I notice a woman coming in from the rain down at the lobby, shaking her umbrella and making her way down to the bar. Her heels click authoritatively on the floor, and the trench coat she's wearing make it impossible to guess what her body type is. 

She notices me and smiles like we know each other. I can't help but smile back. She's the opposite of my date. Big and tall where Jasmine was petite, Black instead of Korean and a wavy hairstyle contrasted to Jasmine's straight hair. She takes the stool next to mine, gingerly setting her wet umbrella under her. 

"Hi there, it's Nia. So nice to finally meet you."

We shake hands and I'm trying to remember if I've ever meet this woman before. This is my first time in Seattle, after all. 

"Can I buy you a drink?" I say as an automated response. 

"You certainly can. I'll take a martini." 

The bartender nods and goes about putting the drink together and slides the elegant glass in front of her. She takes a sip and we lock eyes. I notice hers are a cool, mysterious green that draw me in. 

I must have a perplexed look on my face, because she notices something is off. 

"Something wrong?"

"Not that I mind the company, but I'm not sure I'm who you think I am." 

"Oh?" She raises her eyebrows. 

"Well, I don't see anybody else up here. We were supposed to meet up here first, were we not?" 

I take a swig of whiskey and I laugh. 

"Actually, I am supposed to be meeting someone here...but she had to cancel on me." 

Nia gives a questioning look, then an annoyed one. 

"Oh Lord, crossed wires here." She whips out her phone and her thumbs blaze a text I can't read. We wait a minute or two sipping on our respective drinks. 

Then, she gets a text back and she throws her head back, clearly hacked off. 

"Oh my God, I can't believe it."

"What?" 

"The guy I'm supposed to meet, he's clear across town. He booked here, cancelled, booked over there and forgot to tell me so he's over there waiting for me. No way I'll make it with all that rain." 

Nia takes a generous swig on the martini and I notice she has a thick, powerful-looking neck that looks like it belongs to a linebacker. I'm fairly intrigued by this woman. 

"Sorry to hear. Looks like we both got skunked tonight. A toast to missed opportunities?" 

We clink our glasses together. 

"You thought I was him? Are you a..." I gesture with my hand to fill in the word. 

"I'm a professional, yes." 

"Ah, I see." I say, the alcohol loosening me up a bit. 

The money is already withdrawn and waiting on the table in my room. I begin to wonder what kind of woman Nia is, what website she advertises her services on and what her specialties may be. 

"So, what do you think of a professional woman?" 

"I think there are some jobs that require an expert, let me put it that way." 

She grins. 

"In that case, allow me to volunteer my services." 

I've forgotten entirely about Jasmine at this point and I focus on Nia. She has a confidence about herself I like, and I want to know what she has under that trench coat. 

"What are your qualifications?" I ask. 

"Arm-wrestle me."

I'm a bit taken aback by that. 

"What? Like, right here? Now?" 

"Yup. Scared I might win?" 

It seems a little weird to me, but I tell myself why the hell not. We both get ready and I'm shocked at how much strength is in her hand. Now, the contest is on and I feel her arm give way. It's almost to the table. 

"Oh, no. Looks like little old me isn't strong enough." She says in a mock baby voice. 

Just as I'm about to win, everything stops. Suddenly, her arm is like an unbending piece of steel and it does not budge one single centimeter no matter how hard I try. I'm maxing out on my strength, and I'm pretty sure I look profoundly pathetic to anyone sober enough to watch the spectacle as Nia is casually inspecting the nails on her other hand like I'm not even here. 

"Oh, wait. Yeah, no." She says in a deep voice and with so much ease begins to thrust my hand in the opposite direction.  

I can't help but laugh. There is literally no way I can turn the tide, and I watch helplessly as my poor arm is slammed on the table with a force that causes everyone to stop what they're doing and zone in on us before awkwardly looking away. 

"Oof, damn that smarts. What were we playing for anyway?" 

"For starters, the next round of drinks. Another martini and what the gentleman was drinking." 

The bartender rolls his eyes and does as instructed, used to outlandish behavior by now. 

"Second, consider that a free sample." 

Another Old Fashioned is plopped down I front of me and I take a swig, hoping to numb the throb in my hand for a bit. 

"If I wanted to be ironic I would have ordered you a Painkiller." She giggles. 

"Too fruity for my tastes." 

She turns on some sweetness in her voice now. 

"Mmm, I could tell you're the type who likes his classic drinks. Tell me, you married? Not that I'd judge if you were."

I shake my head. 

"Nope, confirmed bachelor." 

"Good, I have you all to myself. I'm a very jealous type." Her neck muscles thicken and veins pop out on both sides. Never in my life have I seen such a thing, and Nia must recognize this as well and smiles at it. 

Nia makes a show of slowly untying her coat and opens it up enough for me to see a massively, muscular body poured into a tight black, low-cut dress. She takes the trench coat off and sets it on the next stool over.

She has the body of a hardcore bodybuilder, something I've admittedly never experienced in my extensive travels. Her thighs are so thick it boggles my mind, her biceps are huge and covered in veins. No wonder she could easily beat me. I marvel over every inch of her physique, her ebony skin glistens under the lights like fine marble and there isn't a single muscle that doesn't have a system of veins popping over them. 

"Definitely not what I was expecting." I say. 

"I bet you had booked some cute bookworm type, didn't you?" She teased. True enough, I had, and Nia was as polar opposite as you could get. 

"Where have you been hiding all this time?" I'm still processing how a woman got so big and muscular. How many hours of pumping iron it must have taken. What kind of men are her regulars?

"I'm on a few obscure websites, probably not the usual ones you peruse. So...shall we take this upstairs?" She asks, raising a tantalizing eyebrow. 

To this I nod absent-mindedly. The thought of having her perfectly-sculpted body to myself starts to get my cock hard. I follow her to the elevators like a love-struck puppy. 

Completely unprepared, as soon as the doors close behind us, she pounces on me like a tigress. We feel each other up and we make out, banging against one wall to the other like it's a cage match. One second I'm feeling up her firm ass, the next my hands are on her breasts and we press our lips together. 

There's so much of her and she's so big, my hands barely do justice to exploring every one of her miraculous muscles. They tense up lustfully and I can't tell if she's doing it intentionally or if it's just how her body naturally reacts. 

Nia nibbles my ear and whispers. 

"You want my hard body?" 

"God, yes. More than anything." 

She runs her tongue all along my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. The door opens and we uncouple. The distance between the elevator and my room feels gargantuan, like miles and I reach into my pocket and pull out my room card key like it's a ticket to paradise. 

We reached my room and I put the card up to the reader. It flashes red and I'm immensely annoyed. 

"Want me to break down the door?" Nia offers with a smile. I absolutely believe she'd have no trouble given her size and strength. I give it another go and the light's green, the door clicks open. 

"Just gotta have the right touch." I quipped. 

I can't close the door quick enough. Nia sets her jacket on the chair and turns around. 

"Care to unzip me, lover?" 

Obliging her, I unzip the dress slowly and savor the sight of her strong back being gradually revealed, letting the dress finally fall to the floor, leaving her with nothing but a pair of elegant purple panties and bra on her. 

She sits me on the bed and stands in front of me, her hands on her hips and she flexes hard, her lats flare widely. Nia looks like the statue of some Roman goddess, perfectly sculpted from head to toe. She flexes her biceps and poses from one side, then the other. 

I go to get up, eagerly wanting to touch her, but she pushes me back down, then takes a heel and works it into my crotch a bit, it hurts a little bit. 

"Easy does it. How about taking these off for me?" 

Easing up, I can breath again and I take off the shoe, then she puts her foot on my other leg and I take that one off as well. 

"Give them a good massage." She orders and I do, working one foot at a time and trying to remember a good technique. 

"Now kiss them." Again, I obey and kiss her foot, making sure to kiss every individual toe lovingly along the way. Even her feet are perfumed, smelling sweetly of lilac. To me it's another intoxicant, and there isn't a solid inch of this woman that isn't perfect. 

"Lick them." She commands. Like a good host, I do so and drag my tongue along them. I even get between each toe and she giggles.

"That tickles!" 

Taking her feet away from me, she turns around. 

"Worship my body." She coos over her shoulder. I fall to the floor and work my hands up her strong calves, to her thighs, her rock-hard glutes where I hover for a solid minute. I drink it all in, all of the gorgeousness. It feels like every other woman I've been with was nothing compared to this. 

I begin to stand up and caress her abs, trace her huge back up to her thick neck. My hard cock is pressing against my trousers begging to be let out. I kiss her neck, there's so much of it I feel like I can never kiss the same spot twice. 

She offers an arm and flexes her biceps and I work my hands onto it, exploring and massaging it at the same time. Now, the other. Both are equally hard and massive and wonderful to touch.

 Before I know what's happening, she has me in a headlock and my face is reddening rapidly. With her biceps peaking into my throat, it feels like there's an ironclad vice around me and I could picture my head popping like a grape. 

"You ever been with a woman so much stronger than you? A woman who could do whatever she wanted to you and you couldn't do a damn thing about it?" 

Somehow, I manage to shake my head no under the strain of her headlock. 

"Mmm, that's what I figured. I bet you're used to some barbie or soulful bookworm type. Maybe you even got kinky once and went to a domme, but I bet you could have stopped it any time you wanted with her, right? Not with me. You do not stop me, you do not disobey me. Your consent, as to what is allowed and what isn't, means absolutely jackshit to me. From now until I leave this room, you are mine."

I nod as best I can. She lets me go and I breathe in the air like I was rescued from a drowning. Before I can reorient myself she throws me on the bed. She practically tears my jacket and shirt off and flings my shoes to the far corner of the room where they land with a thud. 

I'm trying to unbuckle my pants, but she tears it off me and undoes the belt herself and wields it like a weapon. Down to my underwear, this massive woman is on top of me and she weighs so much with muscle I feel like I could be crushed at any second. 

"You little wimp. You're so small. So tiny. Practically microscopic." She smacks me with the belt with every syllable. Across the face, across my arms, across my chest. It stings me so much I want to cry out, but I hold it in as best I can. What have I gotten myself into? And why was my cock still hard? 

Nia flips me over and works the whip on my back and buttocks. I am sore and red all over my body. Unable to hold it in any longer, I yelp pathetically. 

"I love that sound so much." 

She tosses the belt aside, and I'm quietly relieved. Nia grabs my hair from behind and raises my head, putting her lips to my ear. 

"Even after all that, I bet you still wanna fuck me, don't you? Put your little cock into my big, muscular body? Think you have what it takes to fuck a woman like me? Think you can please a muscle goddess?" 

I want to flip over and do just that, but my body has trouble cooperating. The only part of me that feels functional is my dick, fully erect and harder than it has ever been in my life. Feels like I took a viagra. 

She flips me onto my back and in a move like a professional wrestler she's got her legs wrapped around my head, squeezing me so hard it's like a python had ensnared me. My hands pound uselessly against her legs to be freed. 

The rain is pounding now outside and I can hear thunder, it's so loud the other guests probably can't hear what's going on. We're facing the window and I can see just up over her legs a flash of lightning that shows me a reflection of Nia scissoring me with her tree trunk legs and how small I look in comparison. 

After my head changing several shades of purple she eases up finally and I have never been more grateful in my life to get a lungful of oxygen. Nia steps off the bed and drops her panties and undoes her bra, letting them fall where they may. Her nipples are huge and erect, so pointy. Her oversized clit throbs hungrily at me and I truly don't know if I'm ready but she comes back onto the bed and holds my arms down over my head and straddles me. 

Nia rubs herself against me and I almost forget about all the pain, eventually she works her way to where she's straddling over my chest and her vagina is an inch away from my face. 

"Lick it. Eat it." She says, dreamily. I stick my tongue out and tease her huge clit with my tongue like it's the most ripened fruit I've ever tasted. She comes further and I'm eating her out now, slurping greedily and she moans with more pleasure than I've ever heard a woman moan before. 

"Yes...yes." She chants. She moves down and slams herself so quick on my cock it hurts, and now I'm totally inside her and thrusting like my life depends on it. The entire room rattles along with the bed. I'm thrusting deeper and harder than I ever have before in my life. Lightning strikes again and an after image of us fucking lingers on the window like a seedy photo. 

Nia takes my hands and rubs them all over her taut, hulking figure. So much to enjoy, the sight and sounds and smells of her. Now she is grabbing my hips and helping to drive me even harder into her, it hurts so much and feels so wonderful at the same time. 

Nia flexes powerfully and the lights go out, as if her strength was so overwhelming it alone blew an electrical fuse. I don't know how much longer I can keep going. In the dark, her body glistens with sweat, highlighting every bulging muscle, every bulging vein and I feel my cock become harder still.

"Don't you cum yet. Don't you dare. I'll beat you to a bloody fucking pulp if you do." She warns me, an edge in her voice and I know she means it. So I do. I keep my wad inside of me like my life depended on it. It's so difficult, I can hardly describe it.

"Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum." She repeats in a trance. I am thrusting so hard and so fast it feels like I've got a bomb inside my cock and balls ready to blow at any second. Nia let's go of my arms finally. Not as if I would be able to do anything anyway, they hurt so much.

She digs into my trapezius muscles like they're handle bars and squeezes them harder and harder. I yell out in pain which causes her to moan louder.

"Oh, fuck. That is it. That is absolutely it. Now. Right fucking now."

Then, I let it all go. I can feel myself cum fully, expelling all of the pent-up sperm I'd been holding onto and Nia moans so loudly I expect a knock on the door any second. Never before have I felt so utterly drained by a woman, even after a marathon session of lovemaking.

The lights come back on, perfect timing. Nia slides off me. By now I have huge red welts everywhere. My back feels like it's been thrown out of alignment. The bed is drenched in so much sweat it looks as if it just came out of the washing machine.

"Well, looks like you were good for something after all." Nia grins, wiping off our various fluids from herself with a towel and tossing it onto my junk after she's done. I want to clean myself off, but none of my muscles cooperate. I feel like I should be in a hospital bed recuperating after that.

Nia puts her underwear back on and dress and shoes. The stack of hundreds sits on the table and Nia takes it, folding it up neatly and sticking it into her dress. She hunts around the room and finds my wallet, taking a few more bills out.

"And that about covers it, lover. Looks like the rain is starting to die down."

She makes her way to leave, but turns around as if she forgot something. On the desk is a pad and pen, she writes something down but I can't see it from the angle I'm at.

"Call me after you've healed, sweetie. Remember, the name's Nia. I'm sure we'll be doing this again sometime."

She opens the door and takes the Do Not Disturb sign and puts it on the outside. Nia blows me a kiss and waves goodbye to me.

The door shuts and I'm naked, sweating and bruised all over. Somehow, I drag myself up over to the desk practically limping along the way. On the pad is her name and a phone number, with little hearts drawn around and the words "for another good time, call me."

I can't help but laugh. Thinking to myself, yeah, I know I will.

[Dudemar]

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[scarecrow]

Love the writing. The violence, not so much.

[crow004]

How could the wrong escort be so right? I loved how rough she was with him, how confident and in control she was. They have good chemistry together. I hope we see more of them again.

[taoschild]

I dont think this story got nearly enough love so I'm just bumping it.  Dudemar let me know if you'd ever be interested in writing for a short story compilation