Escort in Deep (MMF)


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Word Count: 12,380
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Leah loves her job as an escort. As her manager's top girl, she is classy, professional, and very, very expensive.

When she is given a job for a threesome with a married couple, she expects the typical run of the mill husband and wife looking to spice up their marriage a little.

It isn't until Mathew and Tate arrive that she realises she couldn't have been further from the mark.

She has never broken her own set rules before but there's a first time for everything.

Escort in Deep (MMF)
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Escort in Deep (MMF)


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As soon as they left, I called Hannah to let her know everything had gone to plan and then proceeded to call Sammy.

"Leah? Is everything alright?" she answered with a voice edged in concern. It was how she always answered when I called her after I'd been with a client.

"Everything is more than alright!" I cried out in elation. "I think I might be in love!"

"Okay, you have really fallen off the deep end this time." Sammy chuckled. "What the hell happened?"

"I just fucked the two most handsome men in the world!" I responded as I threw myself down on the bed, revelling in the events that had just taken place. "They were the best lovers I've ever had!"

"You mean clients, right?" Sammy sounded even more concerned now.

"Yes, yes, of course I mean clients," I replied, although the words sounded false even to me. "But if I could I would totally fuck them again for free!"

"What was it you said to me when you first started all this?" Sammy sounded as though she was tapping her finger on her lip as she had that afternoon. "It's just work. I won't get attached."

"I won't and I'm not," I assured her, although the heaviness in my chest as I said the words made me far less sure.

"Leah, I'm really worried about you," Sammy admitted. It was obvious from her tone she wasn't exaggerating. "I know you love your job, but maybe it's time to take a step back."

"Don't worry about me," I insisted. "I'm fine."

"So you haven't got the hots for a client?" she asked.

"No, I haven't," I replied. It wasn't a lie. I had the hots for two of my clients.

I wasn't about to admit that to her, though. She would only worry about me, and the truth was I didn't want to hear it because I knew I might begin to agree with her.

"It's getting late." I changed the subject quickly. "I should probably shower and head to bed."

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