Most Obvious and Fundamental Rule of the Istanbul Escorts
Never fall in love with a client. That has to be the most obvious and fundamental rule of the Istanbul Escorts. It's not like I'm saying I'm in love with Jon, or anything. I am not one of those women who fall in love so easily - but even so, I can feel that I am beginning to develop feelings. And why would not he? Jon is a great match, we get along, and we are compatible in bed. He checks all the boxes that any woman could want in a potential boyfriend. Except ... that is my client.
Let's be practical, though. We have been spending more time together and doing more things as a couple, but we have not really talked about where this is going. I know there is no point in making a mountain out of a grain of sand, or thinking too much about things. I mean, I know you have some escorts that you keep in regular rotation - and honestly, you can not say that you're not going to start feeling for someone else the way you're doing for me, one or two weeks later.
So I'm doing my routine as normally as possible - trying out new recipes, doing some yoga, seeing my other clients. On this particular day, I went to see John. He finally returned from his mission abroad - apparently, he was in Istanbul, spending 12 hours a day working on this agreement that his company was cutting with the Arabic government. It went well, he won his company something like 3 million dollars, and as a result, they gave him a half-year bonus and a few days of free vacations so he could relax.
"I really deserve it. I worked so many hours in Istanbul that I did not even have time or energy for sex, I swear, "he said. His face was so discouraged, like a child’s that I had to laugh.
"You had Julia on the trip with you, right? Do not tell me you never slept with her again after our pizza party, "I said, and put on a face.
"Do not even make me start! After that day, he told me that he was going to resign to work as a companion. I would have paid for it, but it's so popular, apparently, that I can not even get a place. Stop, it's not funny! "
I stifled my laughter, then pushed him to the bed and straddled him.
"Oh, Jesus." Immediately it got hard.
"I know you've been deprived while you were gone, baby, so today I'm going to give you a gift," I whispered in her ear, and she laughed as she hit me unexpectedly. Then, true to my word, I gave him the longest and most enthusiastic blowjob he has ever received from me, and I rode him until we both collapsed with exhaustion.
"You're amazing," he said, kissing my hand theatrically. Then the doorbell rang-we expected room service-and I put on the satin dressing gown he bought me in Istanbul to answer.
Except that it was not room service. It was Jon, with a file of papers and very confused. His eyes went down and I noticed that my nipples were still hard, and that they were coming out from under the satin robe.
There was a moment of pause in which John shouted from the bedroom to ask me who he was, but before he could answer, he padded in his slippers and underwear from the hotel room, shirtless. His hair was wrinkled, it stank of our bodily fluids and it was obvious that we had just finished having sex.
"Ah, Jon!" He laughed kindly, and stood before me at the door. "Sorry, you caught me at a bad time, I thought you would pass me the documents later tonight. Thanks for coming".
I retreated quickly to the bedroom, my heart beating out of my chest. Why did I feel like I was caught cheating? I tried to listen to what they were saying, but their conversation took on a quiet tone, and I decided to get in the shower to clean myself.
When I finished showering, the food had arrived, and John was sitting happily on the sofa, consuming what he proclaimed to be the best lobster soup he had eaten in a long time. I joined him, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw my phone light up. 11 messages, all from Jon.
I guess I have to give some explanations.