Escort For Hire
I received an urgent call from Sandra, my boss, to come to our headquarters immediately. As I drove there, her words echoed in my mind, urging me to hurry.
"Dianna, you need to come over right away."
Another business transaction. Another sex contract with a man I just met.
"How much?" I asked, trying to suppress my excitement.
"One million." she replied.
I couldn't believe it. "Are you joking?"
"Do I sound like I am?" she retorted.
"No," I said, still in disbelief.
"Well, hurry up! You're not going to miss this opportunity. I was going to give this to Isabel, but you have the potential we need for this contract," she explained.
Of course, I did, they had trained me as their little compliant sex slave whore, and the job paid well. I had never thought I could get such a high-paying contract so soon though.
"I'm on my way."
Upon reaching the building, I made a beeline for Sandra's floor. The elevator doors opened, and I was greeted by her secretary, Ann, who informed me that Sandra was waiting for me in her office along with a man.
As soon as I walked in, I saw them both sitting across from each other at her desk.
"Boss."
"Sit down. We have a lot to cover," she demanded.
The room fell silent and his intense gaze was unnerving.
It felt like he was studying me, analyzing my every move.
His piercing stare sent shivers down my spine.
He looked like a Greek god, a perfect blend of Brad Pitt and Leonardo DiCaprio.
His chiseled jawline, sculpted muscles, and toned physique were impossible not to notice.
I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from trembling
"The job is a bit different from the one-night contracts you've done before," Sandra began, but Mr. Romanov cut her off.
"A contract that would bind you to me exclusively for six months," he said, his voice deep and commanding.I raised an eyebrow at the request. I had never done anything like this before, but the thought of being exclusively someone's companion for six months sounded like an adventure.
And with the amount of money he was offering, I couldn't deny that I was intrigued.
"I'm listening," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
Mr. Romanov leaned back in his chair, a smug expression on his face.
"Good," he said. "Let's discuss the terms."
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. My mind was racing, trying to process what he had just said.
"Of course, Mr. Romanov."
"Marko." He said and turned to look at me.
"You will call me Marko for the next six months. Wife." Did he just call me his wife?
I bristled at his use of the title "Wife" and the implication that I was only interested in money. "My name is Dianna." I barely knew this man, and now he was demanding six months of my time as his exclusive escort, and insisting I call him by a different name?
"Dianna, time is not something we have," Mr. Romanov said firmly. "I don't have time to waste. Time is valuable and is money for me."
What the fuck was going on?
I took a deep breath to compose myself and looked him straight in the eye. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romanov. I'm afraid I cannot agree to your terms. I'm not interested in a long-term arrangement like that."
He leaned back in his chair, studying me with a look that made me feel like he could see right through me. "I think you underestimate the benefits of such an arrangement, Mrs. Santiago. I assure you, the compensation will be worth your time."
"What is this, Sandra?"
"Mr. Romanov has a specific contract Ready for you to sign in which you agree to be his pretend wife for six months. You will tend to him, care for him, and comply with all his requests like a good girl, as with all our clients."
"And if I refuse?"
"This is not a request. It's an ultimatum. Either you accept, or you're out of a job," she said sternly.
I got off my seat and scoffed. "You have better escorts in this company than me. I am sure that someone else would.."
"I don't want anyone else." He finished.
"You'll be required to fulfill this contract for six months, and in return, you'll receive one million dollars. The company will also benefit greatly from this deal. Please sign the contract here," she said, pointing to the signature line on the document in front of me.
The idea of being an escort for six months was daunting, but the thought of receiving one million dollars was too tempting to ignore. I needed to weigh the risks and benefits before making a decision.
The tension in the room was suffocating, and the only way out of this was to either accept or quit.
But quitting wasn't an option until I had enough money to start a new life and leave this place for good.
I had been planning my escape for months.
Then it hit me - with one million dollars, I could finally walk away from this life for good. This could be my last job.
As I stared at the contract, my mind was racing with thoughts of uncertainty and doubt. Was this really worth it? Was I willing to sacrifice my dignity and self-respect for money? And what if this man, Marko, turned out to be a nightmare client?
But then again, one million dollars was a life-changing amount of money. It could set me up for a better future, away from this toxic job and the people who made my life miserable. It could give me the freedom to pursue my dreams and live on my own terms.
I grabbed the folder and started reviewing the contract to sell myself to this man.
His requests were particular. I was to live with him and sleep in his room for six months—Cook for him.
Go with him all his important public and family events as his wife.
We had to kiss in public and have sex every night and morning if he wanted to.
Great, a wife sex slave is what he needed.
"No kissing, and you have a deal."
"How is anyone going to believe we're together if we don't kiss?"
"Not my problem."
His frustration was adamant. "No kissing in bed but yes in public."
"No kissing at all."
"In bed."
"No."
"Sign, little girl, or this will stop being funny," Marko said, gritting his teeth.
"Dianna, the contract is non-negotiable. Just sign and take his word as an honor."
"Clock is ticking, little girl." Marko glared at her looking annoyed.
"You will not kiss me in bed then?" I said while looking him straight in the eye.
"You have my word."
"And in public, I'm the one that will kiss you when I want."
"That... can be arranged."
"Fine." I took a deep breath and picked up the pen. It was a risky move, but I had to take it. "I'll do it," I said, signing my name on the dotted line. I just sold my soul to this devil of a man.
As I handed the contract back to Sandra, I couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty wash over me.
What kind of situation had I just agreed to?
Would it be worth it in the end, or would I regret it for the rest of my life?
I took a deep breath and reminded myself that this was my chance to get out of this place and start a new life.
I just had to hope that I had made the right decision.
"Write down what you want from your apartment. I will have my men pick up your stuff."
"But-"
"Ah, ah. You are bound to me, starting the moment you signed. You are now coming with me." He grabbed my wrist and headed outside with me.
"Behave, Dianna!" That is all I heard Sandra say before he closed the door.
Upon arriving downstairs, he gestured for me to join him in the back seat of a black Escalade with tinted windows. Although I knew it was pointless to resist, I hesitated for a moment before climbing in and taking the seat beside him.
As we drove, I put on my seatbelt and quickly texted my roommate, informing her that men would be coming to collect my belongings and that I would be gone for six months. I could only imagine how she would react if she saw them and decided it was best not to tell her beforehand.
Despite my attempts to not focus on my phone, my roommate kept bombarding me with questions. By the time our conversation ended, we had already arrived at a hotel.
Marko's door was opened by the doorman, who greeted him politely. Marko then introduced me as his wife to all those who greeted us. I couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort at the title.
"Why do all employees know you? Do you frequently visit this place with escorts?
" As we walked through the lobby, I couldn't help but notice the looks of envy and admiration that Marko received from both men and women.
It was clear that he was a man of power and influence, and that being by his side had its benefits.
"Well, yes, I do. And it happens to be mine as well." He replied with a grin.
This guy was really loaded to own a place like this.
We went to the reception and cut through the line, the front desk gave him a key, and we headed to the elevator and went out on the last floor.
We arrived at the penthouse suite, and I couldn't help but be impressed by the opulence of it all.
Marko showed me around, and I tried to hide my awe, not wanting to appear too impressed by his wealth.
"Welcome to our honeymoon." He picked me up bridal style, and I gasped as he walked inside.
He placed me on the bed and stared at me as if waiting for me to act. Oh, no, big boy. He's hot, and I would jump his bones without thinking about it, but I wasn't going to initiate anything.
"Have you eaten? Are you hungry?"
"No." That was my reply.
He hummed and started to unbutton his shirt. "Well. We should get on with your duties then."
Before I could answer, he turned around and walked to me.
"I'm not gentle with women, but I will try with you."
I could feel the heat in my core rising with his words—the anticipation of what was about to happen.
He stopped at the corner of the bed and grabbed my legs, and pulled me to him.
After spreading them open, he threw my panties to the side and went down on me as if his life depended on it.
Bursts of pleasure erupted from everywhere in my body.
He kept his word about not kissing me, but he did wonders to my body.
I found my release more times than I could count before he slid inside me.
I let him have his way with me and do everything he wanted.
I hadn't had a client that wanted to take time and pleasure me.
All I ever did was give pleasure. His thrusts got faster, deeper, and desperate like he craved a release that overpowered the ones I had.
I wanted to give it to him, to watch him come undone.
It wasn't until after a while that he climaxed and came all over my belly button.
As he finished, I could hear his moans and grunts louder than the whole time we were in our intimate moment. We were both exhausted and lost such track of the time that I realized we were at it for hours.
This man, this enigma just thoroughly fucked me and I wanted more. I'd give him more just as his contract stated just for more of this.
There was a knock on the door and his men entered, carrying my belongings. I quickly grabbed some of my pajamas and headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I saw the evidence of our first encounter on my body. I couldn't help but wonder what I had gotten myself into.