Reluctant Submission by JT Holland

RELUCTANT SUBMISSION
    THE ESCORT CHRONICLES: VOLUME FOUR
    JT HOLLAND
    Copyright 2016 JT Holland
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    RELUCTANT
SUBMISSION
     
    It took Eric a little while to realize just
how awesome Jasmine was.
    Of course, from the first time they met,
certain things were obvious. Namely, Jasmine was ridiculous hot,
she knew her way around the bedroom, and she could take a pounding
worthy of a porn starlet. Add to that her approachability, her
comfort in her own skin, and her flat-out coolness, and Eric was a
happy man.
    In the beginning, he was perfect content to
meet with her whenever possible and get freaky in all the basic
ways. Then one night she turned the tables on him, revealing just
what was possible in the world of pleasure.
    That first night it was only a little taste,
but even so, it quite literally opened a new world to him, one that
once was experienced could never be put out of mind.
     
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    The night starts out just like any other.
Eric is drinking a beer and watching TV when there’s a knock on the
door. His heart palpitates in expectation as he sets the bottle
aside, turns off the television, and walks over to answer the
door.
    He glances into the peephole and see Jasmine
there in all her glory, looking as radiant as ever. A flash of
excitement wiggles through his body. It’s his favorite time of the
week, the night he looks forward to more than any other, the only
thing that keeps him going in his pathetic little life.
    Eric opens the door and holds out his hand
to help Jasmine inside. She takes his hand, steps over the
threshold, gives him a little peck on the cheek, and he closes the
door behind them.
    They take care of the formalities and then
it’s on to business.
    Jasmine slips out of her full-length white
coat, revealing a tiny purple bikini and light pink thigh-high
stockings accented by purple fuck-me pumps. Her blonde hair is
curled a little more than usual and she’s wearing slightly more
makeup; hot pink lipstick and a dash of black eyeliner. Her skin is
not as tan as usual but just as flawless and enticing as ever. Eric
finds himself wishing (as he always does upon first seeing her
skin) that he had a couple hours to lick every square centimeter of
her flesh.
    Thin but not skinny, Jasmine always stays in
shape and tonight is no exception. Her lithe body is as toned and
fit as ever. From the barest hint of abs to the slight definition
of arm muscles to the incredibly sexy hollow of her neck she is the
measure of perfection. Eric can’t imagine a more ideal woman. At
least not one who’d he actually have a chance to fuck on a regular
basis.
    But there seems to be something slightly
different about Jasmine this evening. An edge that usually isn’t
there.
    His concerns are reflected almost
immediately.
    The first thing out of her mouth is, “Sit
your ass down on the couch.”
    Even though it’s a bit odd to see her being
so forceful, Eric does as he’s told. He immediately starts to undo
his belt.
    “ Did I tell you to do
anything else?” Jasmine says, her tone harsh.
    Eric shakes his head and gives her a funny
look. He’s confused as hell.
    “ I can’t hear you,” she
says.
    “ No,” he
replies.
    “