The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 08

Author's Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend and editor, Harvey. We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

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It had been a very interesting four months. I'd actually taken a week off from work to prepare for my midterm exams, and because I'd only been accepting one date a week and I'd been able to maintain a 3.96 GPA. I also managed a very good score on the LSAT and my counselor said I'd have no problem being accepted into law school. For the first time in a long time, it felt like all my post-college plans were coming to fruition and I was very excited about what the future would hold.

My work life was also going very well. I'd had a long talk with Dana and agreed to accept up to two BDSM dates a month, and I always ensured they never occurred back-to-back. They were always very intense, physically exhausting, and it took a couple of days to fully recover from them. However, I loved them; not only was I able to explore many different facets of the BDSM lifestyle, they were also very lucrative and put a lot of money into my bank account. I was also getting more normal date requests to go along with the requests from older gentlemen who were always more work to please. All things considered, I thought I'd found the perfect mix. I had a very nice variety of dates and it felt like I was no longer in a rut. The extra money from my BDSM dates had also allowed me to trade in my old beat-up Honda Civic and pay cash for a brand-new Land Rover Evoque.

It was Monday, and I'd just gotten out of my last class for the day and was going to grab some take-out for lunch when my phone vibrated in the back pocket of my little jean skirt. When I pulled it out, I saw that it was a text from Dana.

"when you get time, could you swing by my office for a few minutes?"

I texted her back. "are you available now"

"yes"

"on my way"

Traffic was always light during the day and it only took me about 20 minutes to get from the UNLV campus to Dana's downtown office. When I opened the door I was immediately greeted by the receptionist.

"Hi, Elisa."

"Lisa, it's nice to see you again."

"It's great to see you too. If you'll follow me I'll take you back to see Ms. Erickson."

"Thank you."

She opened the door for me and Dana was sitting behind her desk. "It's great to see you, Elisa, thank you for coming in so quickly."

"You're welcome."

"Can I offer you a bottle of water?"

"That sounds great."

I took a seat on the chair in front of her desk and she pulled out two bottles of water from her small fridge and handed one to me. "How are your classes going?"

"Actually, really well, I only have a couple of months left and I'm really getting excited about graduation."

"I admire you, you've been able to balance your school and work life perfectly; not all of my employees are capable of that."

"I've always been able to manage my time well and that's never really been an issue for me."

"Well, I'm very proud of you, and once you graduate we'll have to talk more about your plans." She paused for a moment. "I hope that you'll still wish to work for me."

I'd honestly not thought that far ahead. I knew that I wanted to get into a good law school, but I had no idea how my job would fit into that new schedule. I loved working for Dana and the money really afforded me a lifestyle that I'd never previously experienced. A luxury condo, a new $80,000 car, a fat bank account, it was all very addicting. I got the sense that she was looking for a commitment from me to continue working once I'd graduated, but I wasn't quite ready yet to give her one.

"We'll have to see, okay?"

She smiled. "Okay."

We each took a sip of our water, and then she got down to business. "I have a date request that I want to talk to you about."

"Okay."

"There's a gentleman who comes into town several times a year who uses my service and he's one of my best clients."

I listened patiently as she continued.

"I like to think of him as a specialist, he always requests two girls for his dates."

My eyes widened. "Two girls?"

"Yes." She paused for a moment. "He requests that one of the girls be white and the other be African-American."

"Really?"

"Yes."

This was sounding just a little weird, but I tried to keep an open mind. "So I'm assuming I wouldn't be the black girl for his little evening?"

She laughed. "No, you wouldn't."

My mind was already racing with the different contrarieties of this date request and I willed myself to focus.

"And he wants me?"

"Yes, he requested you, he loves your pictures and your glowing reviews."

"If I decide to move forward on this, who would I be working with?"

"He told me that he wanted to be surprised, and I thought of Raquel."

"I ... ummm ... I don't think I know her."

I'd never actually met any of my co-workers, but I had seen a lot of their pictures on Dana's website. However, that name wasn't familiar to me and I had no idea what she looked like.

"I hired her a month ago and she's already a favorite among the clientele."

A new girl, that makes sense. "What makes her so popular?" I gently teased.

"She's like you, Elisa. She's very beautiful and there's not much that she isn't willing to do for a client. She doesn't accept BDSM date requests, but other than that she's very open sexually."

I could feel a little blush break over my face. Got it, she's slutty. Dana had always been good with her vocabulary. Being called open sounded much better than being called a slut.

"There's a little more I need to tell you about."

"Okay."

"He's black."

My eyes widened. "Black?"

"Yes, and from what some of the other girls have told me he's quite well endowed."

"How well is quite well?"

"Well, no one has brought a ruler to their date to get an accurate measurement," she joked, "but Tina said he's the largest man she's ever serviced and she's been with me for five years."

Good God. "So he drags the ground?" I teased.

She laughed again. "I don't know that I'd go that far, but he's a challenge for most of the girls he's been with, to say the least."

This date request was getting weirder and weirder by the moment, but again I attempted to keep an open mind. She continued, "He has his routine pretty much set, he likes to watch the two women together and then he joins in."

I'd pretty much figured that part out for myself when Dana told me that he always requested two women. "So I'd be expected to have sex with Raquel in front of him?"

"Yes, but this is something you've done before and not objected to."

Of course, I thought sarcastically, bring up Lynn and Steve. "I'm not bisexual, Dana," I said firmly.

"You asked for my approval to be with Lynn whenever you wanted and not charge her for it," she said sternly. "I think part of you is in denial about what you like to experience sexually."

I cut my eyes at her. "It's unfair for you to bring up Lynn and then throw her in my face like this."

"You know that I won't ever force you to accept a date, but at the very least you need to be honest to me and especially to yourself."

Things were quickly becoming heated and I took a deep breath to settle myself back down. Unfortunately, what she was saying was true. I was still seeing Lynn twice a month and, when I could find extra time, sometimes it was more. I'd never shared this with Dana, or anyone else for that matter, but my times with Lynn now involved her spending the night with me at my condo. Not every time, but the more I was with her the closer we became and she was now nothing that I was willing to give up.

"Maybe I am bisexual," I quietly admitted.

"And there's nothing wrong with that, Elisa."

I took another deep breath and willed my mind to focus. "My sexuality aside, I'm not sure that I'm comfortable with the idea of this date."

If I was honest, my objection to being with Raquel might have something to do with the feelings I was developing for Lynn, but I quickly put that out of my mind. That was something that I'd have to sort out later when I was out of this office. So I said, "I have over 20 date requests in my in-box; why in the world would I ever agree to this one?"

Of course, she hit me in the one area that she knew would appeal to me most. "He's a doctor, Elisa, and because of his size and his somewhat unusual request to be with two women, he's willing to pay a premium."

"How much are we talking about here?"

"He's requesting a three-hour date, and I'd be willing to give you a raise on most of your rates as a sweetener if you agree to this, so you would make $6,720 for the evening." She paused for a moment. "Raquel hasn't been with me anywhere near as long as you have and she won't get paid as much, so I'd appreciate you not saying anything to her about this if you decide to move forward."

Damn, almost as much as a fully-loaded BDSM date. "That's ... ummm ... not bad," I admitted.

"There's more, Elisa. He's been using my service for two years and none of the girls can deep-throat him. He's offered an additional $3,000 tip to any girl that can manage to pull that off, so that's on the table as well."

My eyes got wide. "Really?"

"Yes," she said enticingly.

I'd been able to deep-throat some pretty big guys in the past, but this guy sounded almost inhumanly large. Regardless, almost seven thousand for three hours would be a really nice payday and I found myself slowly warming up to the idea of agreeing to this.

"So sex with Raquel?"

"Yes, and then both of you would have sex with him."

I thought for a moment. "I'm not willing to try anal sex with this guy; will that be a problem?" If he was as big as she was insinuating, there was no way I was going to even try to attempt that.

"That's not an issue, he never requests anal sex."

"Is Raquel okay with all of this?"

"I spoke with her this morning and she's already on board."

"When is this supposed to happen?"

"This Friday night."

I took a deep breath. "Okay, count me in, Boss."

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I pulled into the valet station at the Palms hotel at 7:45. For the first time since I began working for Dana, I'd used the messenger service on the website and made contact with Raquel. When she answered she asked if I was okay with exchanging phone numbers and I told her that I was. We texted a few times throughout the week and agreed to meet for a drink in the Ghostbar at 8:00. Our date with 'Mr. Bigcock' wasn't going to begin until 9:00 and I loved the idea of meeting her and sharing a drink before we'd have sex in front of a stranger. I hoped that getting to know her a little would make this potentially weird date less awkward.

It was a couple of minutes before 8:00 and I made my way through the casino to the large bank of elevators. When the door opened up at the 55th floor, my phone chimed in my clutch purse. I pulled it out and looked at the screen, and it was Raquel.

"where you at girl?"

I texted her back. "Just walked in where r you sitting?"

"Middle of the room, I C U"

I scanned over the large space. A very pretty black girl stood up and raised her hand. Instantly, I noticed how tall she was. She was wearing 4-inch heels just like me, but she had to be at least 5'10". She looked to be about my age. She had long, jet-black hair with a light mocha complexion. I walked over to her table and we exchanged a little hug.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," she said.

"It's great to meet you too," I said warmly.

The room was already very crowded and noisy so we slid the chairs together so we could hear each other better. Just as we were about to begin our conversation, a pretty server approached our table.

"What can I get you, sweetie?"

"I'll take a Cosmopolitan," I said.

Then she looked at Raquel. "Can I get you another?"

"Yes, please."

"A Margarita, right?"

"Yes."

"Coming right up."

"So, Dana tells me you haven't been at the service very long," I said.

"No, only a few weeks."

"Do you like it so far?"

"This is the first time I've ever tried something like this, but I really love it. How long have you been working for her?"

"God, almost two years now," I admitted. "But I really enjoy it too."

"You told me that you texted me from class yesterday, I assume you're a student?"

"I am. I only have a couple months left and I'm getting really excited to graduate."

"That's wonderful, what's your plan once you get your degree?"

"I've already applied to a few law schools but I haven't heard anything back yet."

"Wow, you must be hella-smart, huh?" she teased.

"I ... ummm ... yeah, I guess so."

"Don't be embarrassed by being intelligent, okay? You should say 'damn right, I'm brilliant, what's it to ya."

I giggled. "It's just difficult to talk about, I guess."

"It shouldn't be, girl."

The server returned and set our drinks on the table. "I got this round, you get the next one, okay?" she said while flashing me a beautiful smile.

"That sounds like a plan."

She dug into her little purse and pulled out two twenties. "Keep it."

Our server smiled in appreciation. "Thank you so much, I'll be back in just a bit to check on you."

I liked Raquel already. She was so funny, outgoing, and very easy to talk to. Her great attitude was already making this evening easier for me and I wanted to keep our conversation going.

"So where did you grow up?" I asked.

"Inglewood, California, what about you?"

"No kidding, I grew up in Glendale."

"No shit, girl, we're neighbors."

I smiled. "Yes, we are."

"You don't strike me as one of those stuck-up, rich Glendale bitches," she teased.

I giggled. "I'm not, and I'm definitely not rich, or I wouldn't be doing this."

"So how did you get into this?" she asked.

"My father lost his job, and to be able to afford to stay in school I started working for Dana; what about you?"

"When I graduated from high school I danced for a while in LA, but I always wanted to live in Vegas. When I moved here I danced at the Spearmint Rhino for a couple of months, and one of the girls I met was working for Dana, and she put in a good word for me, and here I am."

"Is this easier than dancing?"

"Much easier. I made good money dancing, but it's nothing compared to what I've been making for the last month."

"That's great."

We each took a sip of our drinks and there was a comfortable moment of silence. "So what do you think of this date?" I asked. "I'll be honest with you, this is something that I've never done before. I'm used to meeting men by myself, not together with another escort."

"It's a little different for me, too, but there aren't that many black girls at Dana's service, and I guess this guy wanted someone new, and she asked me if I'd be willing to meet him. The money was right, so I told her yes."

"The money is very good," I agreed, "but I've never been with a ... you know."

She giggled. "What, are you telling me you've never been with a nigga? I thought all the little white girls were into that," she teased.

I could feel my face breaking into a deep blush. "I've ... you know ... had friends who liked black men, but the opportunity never came up ... until ... you know ... tonight ... I guess."

"Well, they're not all hung, I'll tell you that. But from what Dana told me I guess this one is."

"Yeah, he's supposed to be fairly large, huh?"

"You've seen one cock, girl, you've seen them all."

I laughed. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"Trust me, I am."

She was so confident and friendly. Dancing at a strip club was nothing I'd even remotely considered when my father told me he could no longer help financially. Dancing in a g-string or naked in front of hundreds of men? No way in hell. But obviously she didn't have a problem with it. I'd also been second-guessing myself all week when Dana had put the 'hard sell' on me on Monday. But this was actually turning out to be okay, and I was confident that we'd have a fun evening and make really good money.

"Are you ready for another round?" I asked.

"You bet, one more to take the edge off."

I raised my hand and ordered two more drinks.

"So, you're not one of those bitches who gets easily offended, are you?" she asked.

I smiled. "No, I'm not."

"I looked at your profile, I think we're really similar in what we're willing to do with the guys," she said.

"Yeah, when I was in her office on Monday, Dana said we were both very open."

"Open? That's a helluva word for it. I like to think I'm a woman of abilities.

We both smiled. "Yes, we definitely are," I agreed.

"Girl, if the money's right I'll do whatever the fuck they want."

I giggled. "Yeah, for the most part I'm the same way," I admitted.

"The only thing I can't stand are the guys that are hung like this," and she held up her pinky finger.

We both laughed. "Exactly. I'm not a size queen, but I need to feel something when they put it inside me." Then I added, "Or the older guys, right?"

"Girl, I swear to God a couple of times I thought I was close to having to give CPR and calling nine-one-one for a couple of those old fuckers."

She was so funny and she had me nearly in tears. "To be honest, I don't mind the older guys because I make a lot of money with them, but, yeah, they are a lot of work."

"Oh, tell me about it. For those old bastards getting it up is like trying to raise the living dead most of the time."

"Yeah, if it wasn't for Viagra we'd be out of work, wouldn't we?"

She laughed. "Damn right, girl. If it wasn't for pharmaceuticals we'd both be living in dumpsters."

I giggled. "Yes, I think we would."

"Okay, since we're dishin' here, what's up with those BDSM dates?" she asked.

Oh, God, she went there. "It's probably way too late in this conversation to say that I get easily offended, right?"

She laughed. "You don't have to say shit to me, it's just something that I thought about trying and I wanted to know what it's like from someone who's done it. But what you decide to do on your back, girl, is none of my business."

I thought for a moment. "The money is good, really good, but you have to have the right ... ummm ... temperament for it."

She looked at me questioningly. "Temperament?"

"You have to be willing to give up control, to give your power to someone else and submit to what they want." I thought for a moment. "At times, things can get extreme really quickly," I admitted.

She smiled. "Girl, I thought I was a ho, but you're just a straight-up depraved skank, aren't you?"

We both laughed until we nearly cried. "Yeah, maybe I am," I admitted.

Thankfully, the server returned to our table with our drinks and put a much-needed hold on our conversation. I pulled my credit card out of my purse and paid for the drinks.

"If you're serious about this or just want more information on what it's like, talk to Dana, okay? She'll be able to explain it better than I can and you can decide if it's something you'd want to do. I know she's always looking for girls who are willing to try it."

"Thank you, I'll do that," she said sincerely.

I looked down at my watch, it was 8:57 so I knew we were getting close to having the date begin. I took a sip of my drink and looked at Raquel. Her eyes were as big as saucers and they were filled with a look of terror. I reached over, took her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

She didn't answer me. She was looking at the entrance to the bar and my eyes followed hers. Standing in the doorway was a behemoth of a man. He had to be at least 6'5" and he looked to be well over 300 pounds, and ... he was black. I squeezed her hand again, but just a little harder this time.