I was driving down the expressway near midnight to meet Icarus, my long time buddy. He was bringing some sweet young girls over to his place. That was all he told me in whatsapp. It was enough however to stir me up in a hot and humid August night. His definition of SYT is really super pretty SYT, no horse run, confirm you will get besotted.
I was not in a particularly good mood. I had just transferred my local escort an additional few hundred dollars. It was not part of payment for sexual services. I was pretty sure I was not getting my money back even though she packaged it as a "loan".
It was instead part of her long drawn out series of lies and schemes and deceptions to get money for free without giving sex in return. I was pretty sure there were other guys who had been drawn into the web of lies too. Over the years, one by one each guy had blown up, stalked her, threatened her, for carrying out those deceitful acts. She did not have to confess anything to me. I knew it happened now and then to her.
It's amazing I had not found her nude videos plastered on Sammyboy Forum yet. Surely, by now, some vengeful guy would have taken a video of them having sex and would have been tempted to publicize it in revenge.
I could have walked away from it once and for all. Maybe in the next few days, I would make a clean break and tell her exactly why. Then I would move on to some other escort or even get myself a sugar babe if I feel that I can afford to have one, someone who would not stoop to such nonsense.
The sex was excellent while she was not engaged in her puerile deceitful stunts. I guess that was what kept me in the game. There are long periods when she is prepared to deal honestly with me, mainly because I put my foot down firmly and demanded a strictly cash-upon-delivery relationship between us. But now and then she would find loopholes and exploit them. During these times, I cannot adapt fast enough. If she has shown that she can run ahead of me and beat me, maybe it's time to quit her. Why fight a battle you can no longer win? No sex no matter how good is worth the losses incurred.
I was so lost in these thoughts that I nearly got into accident with a couple of vehicles. Fortunately my luck on the road has always been good. Certainly much better than my luck with this particular escort. God bless her and her glorious pussy to which I have been enslaved for a good three years.
I finally got arrived at the destination, not feeling in a very positive mood. Icarus lived in a good class bungalow with a swimming pool. The whole place, as far as I could tell, belonged to him and him alone. He had family but they did not live with him. He lived alone. With servants. And a chauffer. And really beautiful, luscious girls that frequented the residence on a more or less continuous basis.
I paused for a moment and, for the umpteenth time that I had been at the residence, wondered what it would be like to possess that kind of wealth. Maybe that escort from which I had gotten so much great sex but at the same lost so much money would dissolve away and become part of that vast conveyor belt of girls that streamed in and out of the residence like some glorious production factory that specialized in manufacturing pure pleasure.
Then I saw her. The thing that caused me to snap out of my doldrums. A petite, slender, attractive young lady, in a neat little black one-piece outfit, an outfit that was so short it barely covered her ass. All my thoughts evaporated and I literally started trembling. She was school girl fetish come true. Those smooth gorgeous slender legs almost completely exposed by that ultra short one-piece outfit. Of My God. My dick pressed against my pants like a jackhammer.