Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas by Christopher Daniels Page B

halitosis. Many people think escorts never kiss because it’s too personal, but they’ll do almost anything else. My clients generally hire me for a boyfriend experience and want more than rough, hard, nasty, or messy sex. They generally want something sensual, romantic, and passionate, so I always try at least a little bit of kissing. With Craig, there were cords connected to machines that were attached to his body, and he couldn’t really move his head, so I went in and began kissing his mouth and he lay there looking up at me as he experienced his first kiss with a man. The whole experience so far was anything but typical. Again I wanted to give him an experience to remember, so I continued kissing him for a few minutes and he seemed to really enjoy it.

    He was eager to get to the fucking, but I could tell he wanted to spend an equal amount of time kissing, being touched, and just feeling another man next to him. I asked him if he wanted to eat my ass, and he said sure. I looked around the bed to see what I could use for balance. Even though he was going to be giving me the rim job, this was going to take some thought on my part.

    I managed to balance myself over his head with one foot on the nightstand and another foot on the bed close to the headboard. Thank God for my strong legs and ability to balance because it was not easy. I let him bury his face in my hole as I rode back and forth on his tongue clutching the headboard and desperately trying not to fall backward. I moaned and acted like it was the best rim job I had ever had, trying to reassure him he was doing a good job. I saw my reflection in an awful Egyptian painting on the wall in front of me, and I couldn’t even make sense of what I was watching. I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous I must have looked, but I thought it would be more polite to continue acting like it was the best rim job ever.

    “Fuck yeah, baby, that’s awesome.”

    His tongue just stuck out as I did all the work, but I wanted to make him feel like a champ so I moaned and told him how great it felt as I held onto the headboard for dear life, my nails digging into the wood. It was at this point I thought I should definitely be given some kind of escort award because it felt like fucking Cirque du Soleil in his room. I was giving you theater, flexibility, and passion. Escort realness, Vegas style.

    He wanted to fuck me, and thankfully getting him hard wasn’t going to be a problem. I wrapped a condom around his dick, covered it in lube, and climbed on the bed. Again, this was going to require some balance and strength. I was unsure as to how I was going to do this, and I felt like I was looking at the periodic table of elements. I failed chemistry in high school, and I felt just as baffled now as I was figuring out a way to mount his dick and get fucked. As an escort, you have try to constantly look sexy, desirable, and “in the moment.” You have to do this even if your partner is severely overweight or smells like he hasn’t showered after a six-hour flight; if there’s shit all over your dick, body, and bed from someone who didn’t douche before sex; or when someone lathers an entire bottle of Astroglide lube all over your body and insists on rubbing himself on you for more than forty minutes. All of which has happened to me at least once.

    Getting fucked by him ended up not being too difficult, although it took a lot of balance and put an incredible amount of strain on my legs. After riding him for a few minutes, I could tell he was close to cumming, so I climbed off and started to stroke his cock. He looked like he was enjoying it, but he also looked like he was in pain. I asked him if he was okay and he said yes, so I continued stroking, but harder and faster. I squirted some more lube on his dick to avoid chaffing and kept beating him off as he got closer and closer to cumming. Right before he did, he shouted, “I’m gonna cum!” I looked down, curious to see what his