Escorting Mr.Whittenberg

“I said fucking strip you filthy whore.” Karl slapped Lydia’s ass.

“Oh, is this what you want Daddy?” Lydia blinked up at Karl innocently, pulling her tank top strap down off her shoulder on one arm, and then following suit with the next, leaving the tops of her breasts exposed.

“Mmm much better that’s a good girl, show Daddy your tits.” Karl undid his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking himself while he watched Lydia undress.

Lydia popped her breasts out of her shirt and gently tugged and squeezed on her nipples. Let out a small moan as she did so. She let the tank top fall down below her waist, and then slowly moved one hand down her stomach stopping at the top of her skirt's waistband, slipping her fingers slowly inside.

“Get over here,” Karl growled, pulling Lydia towards him. “Get on your hands and knees and beg for daddy’s cock.”

Lydia dropped down on her hands and knees and slowly and seductively crawled towards Karl, placing her hands on his knees when she reached him.

“Please daddy,” she begged with her bottom lip sticking out. “Please can I suck your cock.” Lydia knew exactly what to do and knew how to behave with Karl, this wasn’t exactly her first time meeting with him, he had become a regular of hers. Karl loved getting his cock sucked, and he was also incredibly aggressive. He fucked Lydia roughly because he couldn’t fuck his wife like that, society would frown upon it.

Karl reach forward and grabbed the back of Lydia’s head thrusting her mouth down onto his cock. He roughly fucked her face while standing. Thrusting his hips at her, and her face towards him. He tried to get her to deep throat him and Lydia gagged. Karl brought his hand back and slapped her cheek hard repeatedly while fucking her face deeper, bringing tears to Lydia’s eyes. Finally, he grunted and Lydia felt his hot seed spill down her throat.

“What a filthy whore.” Karl snarled, “Here,” he said tossing a wad of cash at her. “For your troubles.” And then he zipped his pants up and left the room.

Lydia was exhausted when she entered her run down studio apartment. She kicked off her high heels and dropped her bag on the couch on her way there. Rummaging through the cupboards in the kitchen, Lydia realized how badly she needed to go grocery shopping. Her cupboards were bare, except for a lone pack of ramen. Settling for a bag of ramen, she started up her kettle on the stove and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and a fork from the drawer behind the sink.

While waiting for her water to boil, Lydia walked back to the main room in her apartment. She grabbed her bag and emptied the contents out onto the table. Karl, the man who’d roughed her up, had left her a wad of cash on the nightstand before her left. It was his way of apologizing. He didn’t want Lydia to tell Mia, the madame, about his rough behavior. If Lydia snitched, Karl would be taken from the guest list as this was his 3rd strike. Finding what she was looking for, Lydia picked up the wad of cash and counted it out. Karl had tossed her $400 in twenties. Lydia sighed and decided not to rat Karl out this time. She needed the extra cash, and Karl was a regular.

From her kitchen, her kettle let out a loud squeal signaling that her water was hot, Lydia walked over to her television and moved the rug beneath it aside, uncovering a loose wooden floorboard. Without much prying, the floorboard came up and Lydia grabbed a shoebox out of it. She opened up the box and sifted through the money inside, $2,600. With the additional $400 from Karl, Lydia would have just enough money to cover her mom’s hospital bill for the month. Lydia felt her eyes starting to tear up again. She was relieved that her mother’s hospital costs would be covered for the month, but she knew she would have to scavenge around for food, and her gas bill would get cut. Even working extra hours and taking multiple John’s a night, Lydia just couldn’t come up with the money to pay for her mom’s bills and cover her own expenses.

Before her mom’s car accident, Lydia worked at a quaint little restaurant downtown during the mid-morning afternoon shift, and afterwards, she’d go to school at the community college to get her business degree. But when her mom was hit by a runaway driver, and placed in a medically induced coma, all Lydia’s plans of finishing college had gone out the window. Her mother didn’t have medical insurance, and since the driver had continued driving, the hospital couldn’t charge them for the medical expenses. Lydia dropped her classes and picked up extra shifts at the diner, but before she knew it she was up to her eyes in medical debt, and behind on the mortgage. Lydia ended up selling her childhood home to help pay off some of the debt, but it only lasted so long, especially since they were upside down on the mortgage. Waitressing just wasn’t bringing in enough income to provide for both a studio apartment and paying for the medical debt at a long-term care facility. Lydia broke down crying at the diner one day, and one of her coworkers ended up telling her about Mia Novella’s Escort service. She’d told Lydia that her cousin had been an escort there and ended up bringing home on average $5000 a week. When Lydia went home that night she looked up Mia’s escort service and gave them a rang, and now here she was sleeping with random men and dating rich men on occasion. In the beginning, Lydia didn’t sleep with anyone, but she quickly realized that just by dating the men she wasn’t bringing home nearly enough money. Even now, that she was sleeping with them, she barely brought home enough to cover expenses.

Lydia let out a frustrated groan, pushing her long hair out of her face before placing the box back into its hiding place. “Come on Lydia, you’ve got this. Stop moping about your situation, crying isn’t going to make anything better”. She muttered under her breath. She often found herself talking to herself. It helped her feel less lonely. If she had more time in the day and possibly more money, she’d get a pet, but the odds weren’t in her favor. As she stood up, she made a mental note to head to the hospital tomorrow and pay her mom’s most recent bill. If she paid in cash she got a 20% off discount which worked great for her since most of her money was given to her in cash form.

Wandering back into the kitchen, Lydia poured the hot water from the kettle into her bowl of ramen and grabbed a fork. She quickly scarfed down her noodles, threw the bowl and fork into the sink, and headed to shower. Showering was her favorite part of the day. During her shower, when she was able to wash all the filth of the day away, she felt like the woman she was before her mother’s car accident.

Suddenly, her phone lit up, making a chiming noise, signaling to Lydia that she’d received a text message. It was from Mia. Lydia quickly opened up her phone and read the message.

“Karl wants to schedule you again, same time next week, are you available? And I have a new job proposal for you. One of society’s elite has requested your services. He specifically asked for you by name.”

Lydia shuddered at the thought of seeing Karl again, but she knew she needed to keep him on her client list, at least while her mom’s medical bills remained this high. She quickly texted Mia back.

“Yes, I am available, and okay, I’ll come into the office tomorrow.”

***The Escort is back wifh a new cover, chaptersmare being rewritten and updated. I hope you emjoy. xoxo Marriah