Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2012 05:20:00 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Lady Bentley. Part Two.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part Two

     It was then back to the daily grind if you'll excuse the pun of being
an escort for randy men to be seen with a woman such as myself and then get
to fuck me to round off the night. Which included the monthly visit of Max
to the city, to take me to the cinema and later to dinner. He now looked
forward to sticking his fingers up inside me before I went down and sucked
on him in our oral sex session in the special box he paid extra for. But
you'll know of him from my previous story.

     Then I had a nice surprise. It was that I was wanted as an escort for
Trevor Bentley. He was the only man I knew that when looking at my naked
body hasn't been turned on by it. He was a photographer by profession and
took many pictures of me much earlier, in the nude and in a variety of
mundane poses to try and capture the exact opposite of a pose. I had spent
over a week in his studio cum living quarters doing household chores, naked
or wearing something stupid for him to catch me in an unguarded moment for
a picture.

     He was gay which was why he was able to not let emotion come into play
when he took these pictures and I had enjoyed the experience. Some were
very good and I finished up in several calendars which I think are now like
the famous Pirelli ones by being very much sought after.

     Well our first meeting was for me to be his escort to an award night
for photographers for which he'd been short listed. He'd got a third that
night but he was determined to try and win it this year. Hence him taking
many pictures of me some of which he submitted for this year's competition
and I had been invited to go along to the awards dinner that night.

     I was delighted though felt very embarrassed at walking round the
exhibition prior to the dinner to see all the pictures on display for he
had been short listed again. I was there for all to see in my naked glory
in the four pictures that he had submitted for this year. This was because
I had commented the year before at how contrived the pictures of nudes had
been presented and that they had lacked the naturalness of the models. This
had led to my pictures being taken and now I was seeing the best that he
had taken and I was secretly delighted at how well they had turned out.

     We went into the dinner which to say the least, was mediocre as
compared to some dinners I'd eaten, but there was an electric expectancy in
the air as the meal ended and coffee and liqueurs were served as the top
table of judges got their notes ready for the compere to stand up and
speak.

     There was a burst of applause when the winner was finally announced,
that being our Trevor Bentley with his photo of me. I remember it well for
I had been, after nearly a week in his studio, sitting down, naked as
usual, reading a book by a window. My breasts were quite visible though my
legs hid my muff, but it was the thoughtful expression on my face that had
caught the eye and made it a wonderful study of a nude in study. No pun
intended for that was the title of picture.

     He gave me hug as I did to him when his name was called out and he
went up and collected his award and gave a short speech which made me blush
for he said that he owed it all to his model who told him how a photo
should be taken, so a word to the wise, listen to what other people say. He
was applauded and I even got a spotlight on me which made me blush even
more.

     I had only been taken with him for appearances sake as he was into men
or rather they were into him and I was just there to try and belie this
fact. We took a taxi back to his studio and he kept hugging the statuette
and me in turn as well as bouncing about in an excited manner just like a
schoolboy.

     `There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge that I've been saving for
just this occasion,' he bubbled. I think he had more fizz in him than we
would find in a bottle. He even had to show his prize to the taxi driver as
we got out and I held his award while he paid him off. He took it back as
we went upstairs and he walked into the studio first.

     `You won!' came an excited cry and I saw this other young man come
rushing over to hug and kiss Trevor. I felt a bit of a lemon at seeing this
open display of affection from one man to another. `And this is Magenta,'
he said letting go of Trevor and giving me a kiss on the cheek. `I've just
been looking through the picture book and I must say that even with
Trevor's expertise, they don't do you credit,' he gushed. This was Trevor's
boyfriend I surmised and was told it by Trevor himself.

     `Magenta, this is Roland but he's always been called Rollo.'

     `How do you do Rollo,' I said.

     `Very well you gorgeous thing,' he replied and put his hands on my
shoulders and gave me another kiss. `Let me open the champagne for our
prize winning photographer,' he said, letting go of me and going over to
the kitchenette and opening the fridge.

     `Come over here Magenta. I've got to change your picture,' Trevor
said, going over to the bed and opening a big book that was lying on it. I
was puzzled at what he meant until I saw what the book was. It was a photo
album and he flipped over several pages and I saw they were ones he'd taken
of me. `Here it is,' he said as he found the one that had won him the
award. `It gets pride of place now,' he said as he pulled it out and
changed it over with the first one inside the cover.

     `Where've you put the glasses Trevor?' Rollo called out.

     `Oh, I got some new ones,' He said and went over to get them, leaving
me sitting on the bed with this album.  I leafed through it and had to
smile as I remembered some of them being taken and saw at least fifty of me
and then I came across one of Rollo. I heard the champagne cork pop but I
was looking at a naked Rollo with a massive hard on. Not the kind of photo
that you could put into an exhibition, well not one showing an erect male
penis. I turned over several pages of Rollo in various poses, nearly all of
them showing his erection from different angles and in all of them he had a
big smile on his face.

     `Big boy isn't he,' said Trevor with a grin, sitting down again and
passing me a glass of champagne.

     `Oh Trevor! She shouldn't be looking at those,' Rollo said taking the
album from me and closing it, his face a bit on the pinkish side. `There's
only one we should be looking at and that's the one that won you the
award. Cheers!' he said, lifting his glass in a salute and we both raised
ours too and drank.

     `So you can look at a picture of me naked but I can't look at one of
you?' I asked Rollo as I rubbed my nose from the bubbles of the champagne.

     `Yours are different. You haven't got what I've got up out on
display,' he said a little petulantly. I laughed.

      `I'd make a fortune if I had a cock like yours between my legs with
these tits up top.' This made Trevor laugh and even brought a smile from
Rollo. Trevor then snorted into his champagne.

     `Tell...tell you what,' he spluttered. `I'll give you a transplant
Magenta. I've got the negatives and I could mix two pictures together. It
would be a hoot!' and off he went again in a laughing fit and had to have
his back thumped by Rollo before he choked.

     `Now you know what turns me on Magenta,' he said when he'd calmed
down. `Hey! There's another idea I've just got. How about me taking some
pictures of the two of you together?'

     Shades of the video of me and Ralph having sex, and the more I thought
about it, the better I liked the idea having seen just how big Rollo
was. My mouth spoke before I'd got my brain in gear.

     `Well I'm game for it, how about you Rollo? Oh! Are you the same as
Trevor? With him taking all those pictures of me, I don't think he raised
it up at all.'

     `No problem on that score,' Rollo laughed. `Trevor and I might be
lovers but I can still appreciate a good looking woman,' he said smiling at
me and I suddenly felt myself getting wet between my thighs and realised
that I wanted his cock. How, didn't bother me as long as I had it one way
or another though I then had the thought that as he was used to sticking it
up Trevor's backside, was that how Trevor was thinking of taking the
pictures this way?

     `Well give me a few days notice,' I said with a shaky laugh, `though
I'd rather we did them during the day for I still have to work in the
evenings.' I think they both thought that it would be great and so we
finished that bottle of champagne and another bottle was opened. But
halfway through this one I noticed that they had begun to stroke one
another which told me that it was time I left them to do what they did to
each other. I said my good nights and Rollo went out and found a taxi to
take me home.

     I was very happy for Trevor at this award and prided myself that it
was a picture of me that was the winning photograph. He was only the second
man I'd ever been out with on escort duty that had no interest in women and
it seemed strange not to have the man hit upon me. I went off home to my
little terraced house and found that our lodger Ted had left and mother was
quite upset and well into the gin bottle.

     I remonstrated with her but all she could come up with that she needed
a man in the house, read that as in her bed to which I could empathize with
her. But every cloud has a silver lining for two weeks later I got five
numbers plus the bonus ball up on the National Lottery. It paid out one
hundred and eighty one thousand pounds. What a party mother and I had in
the local pub that night.

     The upshot of that was that within three weeks I bought our house off
the council and we were now the owners of the house we lived in. I shipped
mother out on a cruise for a month and had the place gutted and completely
rebuilt to my specifications for it to be a brand new home for her to come
home to. It was a tight schedule, but I paid over the top to have the work
done in that time frame and it was only just finished when she returned.

     She was over the moon at how it now looked turning from a seedy run
down hovel into a sparkling pied-a-terre. I was happy for her though I
still preferred to spend my nights in an hotel with a man and having his
cock deep inside me than being at home in bed alone. I did manage to get
one night with Ralph which was as good as I was going to get, though I
envied him his flat, I didn't think of getting one for myself. I still had
over a hundred thousand sitting in the bank but was loathe to touch this
little nest egg that might be needed in the distant future.

     Now how is this for a coincidence, the gods must have been looking
down at me for this to happen. Last year, I was the escort to a Japanese
gentleman. He'd come to England with his entourage to do a business deal
which was I believe a success. I had previously spent a few months working
in a Chinese restaurant to learn how to deal with people from the Far East
and came up trumps with this guy. With their cultural society being not
very different, I was able to make a good impression on the man who then,
after a night of sex tried to pay me, thinking I was a whore for rent. I
blew up like a piece of fried bread and it finished up with him giving me a
loan to buy some shares and then, when I sold them, to send back the
initial outlay.

     I took his five hundred pounds and bought the shares he'd spoken of
and inside that year had finally sold them for just over one and a half
thousand pounds. This was only a couple of weeks ago and I duly sent back
his five hundred pounds with a thank you note and now here he was back in
England and specifically asking if I was available to be his escort for the
next two nights.

     Samantha was pleased too for through my efforts at pleasing this man
had resulted in many Japanese business men using her agency because of me
and my efforts with our original client. So she was more than happy to tell
him that I was still with the agency and would only too delighted to be his
escort for the time he was staying on our shores.

     I too was delighted and had words with Samantha and had all the girls,
five others, assembled in the agency before we went off to the hotel.  I
told them at how they should behave at the initial greeting and how to act
throughout the meal, the after fun I left up to them to see what the man
that selected them wanted.

    I had dressed with care in my cheongsam and had done my make-up in a
Eurasian way which got many envious looks from the others when we assembled
in the agencies office. Thankfully the girl who'd taken umbrage at the way
I'd looked last year wasn't one of these five and so they were all the more
keen to listen to what I had to say. I went through the protocol and how to
act at the table and we soon went off in two taxi's to the hotel where our
prospective clients were staying.

     They came forward as they did last time, like a kamikaze squadron in
an arrowhead formation with their leader in front, a smile on his face as
they came to a stop about six feet away. They bowed low as the head honcho
said, `It's a pleasure to see you again Magenta.' I could see that he was
pleased that us women bowed too in response to theirs, unlike the last time
when it was only me that did so.

     `The pleasure is all mine honourable sir,' I replied as I straightened
up from my bow. He came forward and took my arm and turned me round to lead
me and the rest towards the lifts.

     `I have reserved a private dining room for tonight for I knew we would
be late finishing our discussions and we also have an early start
tomorrow. Did the honourable mother say that we would be most grateful for
your services for two nights?'

     `She may have done so honourable sir, but when I'm with you, time has
no meaning,' I replied. He gave a short laugh.

     `Cut the crap Magenta. It's great to see you again,' he said as he
squeezed my arm. `I get enough of that talk back home. I like coming here
for you English get straight down to the, what is it you say, the nitty
gritty?'

     `Quite right,' I laughed as I hugged him back, `and I am very pleased
that you asked for me again.'

     `Who can resist such a treasure chest that you have. The Japanese
girls are rather somewhat lacking in the attributes that make up a good
woman such as yourself,' he said.

     `I'm sure though, that they have hidden assets that you like to delve
into,' I replied. He laughed.

     `You are still speaking like those back home,' he said as we left the
lift and were shown into a private room that had a large table laid with
waiters standing by ready.

     It was a mixture of a meal by being half Oriental and half English and
so we had both knives and forks and chopsticks laid out. Having spent two
months in a Chinese restaurant, I'd learned how to handle those little
wooden sticks and he was most pleased that I could even pick up a single
grain of rice with them. As I'd told the girls, they were to feed the men
they were with and it caused some laughter at their attempting to use
chopsticks for the first time.

     All in all, it was a good time at dinner with much laughter and at the
end, My host excused us saying that the rest should enjoy themselves but
still be alert for the next morning's meeting. I think the hotel turned a
blind eye to us escort girls from staying the night with an hotel guest as
long as we didn't expect breakfast.

     `Oh Magenta,' he said as soon as we got into his room. `I've been
rampant like a stag since this afternoon.' He kissed me and undid the
buttons of my cheongsam until he could push the top off of my shoulders and
kissed the breasts that he'd freed. He was hungry. I could feel that he
wanted me when he pressed himself up to me for another kiss before pulling
my dress right down over my hips. I wasn't wearing panties and so naked, I
stepped out of my dress as he quickly took his clothes off to reveal that
he certainly was ready for me.

     I went down onto my knees as if in homage and took hold of his
erection to first kiss the tip of his throbbing penis before taking the
head into my mouth to suck and run my tongue round it.

     `Not too much Magenta,' he groaned. `I've been wanting this moment all
day.' He pulled me up and pushed me back to the bed where I fell flat and
opened my legs for him. He was almost drooling as he got on and covered my
body with his and stuck his prick up into me. He wasn't big in size but he
made up for it, for he had as much energy as a rabbit and quoting an old
saying, I'm sure his arse was going up and down like a fiddler's elbow. In
spite of the speed that he fucked me, he lasted longer than most men and I
had an orgasm well before he gave out a strangled cry and really strained
and pumped himself hard into me as he came. That loving phase of having a
male organ really increase that little bit more and get even harder and
pulsate and throb with every spurt of semen as he comes inside me. I held
him tight, squashing my breasts as his pelvis slammed into mine in those
short sharp stabs as he finally jerked himself off into my waiting vagina.

     Even though he'd come, he still kept up his movement inside me, his
cock sliding back and forth in my lubricated canal, my juices preventing me
from really grasping it tight with my inner muscles. He eventually came to
a stop, panting heavily as he lay atop of me, his sweat mingling with mine
for a few minutes before pulling out and rolling over onto his back.

     I quickly roused myself up to go down the bed to suck on his wet shiny
cock head, to squeeze his shaft and try to bring out the last drops of his
sperm before licking him clean.

     We then went into the bathroom where we had a shower and I washed him
as best I could in the circumstances, the hotel not having the same
facilities of a Japanese bath house, but it was enough. After drying both
of us, we went back to bed where he amused himself by playing with my
breasts as I fondled his limp dick.

     `By the way Magenta, I must thank you for that cheque you sent for the
five hundred pounds I loaned you,' he said with a smile as he gave one tit
a squeeze.

     This was in reference to his last time with me that he had tried to
pay me for my services and I slapped him down telling him that I wasn't a
whore. He saved face by saying that it was a loan then for me to invest in
the company he was dealing with at the time. I bought some shares with this
money and inside a year, sold them for one and a half thousand pounds. Not
a bad profit for a one night stand eh?

     He then told me of what company I should buy some shares in but to
sell them within a year and offered to loan me one thousand pounds. I
thanked him but declined to accept the loan this time letting him think
that I was being rather moral, though two days later I bought five thousand
pounds worth of shares in this company he was in negotiations with.

     I fucked him silly that night and the night after that for we were on
a two day stint with this party and he was almost in tears when we finally
said goodbye after that second morning's parting.

     To finish that little episode. I sold the shares eleven months later
after they had trebled in value and silently thanked my little Japanese
gentleman. Samantha was delighted to receive a wonderful letter from him,
thanking her and the agency for making their stay in England a most
enjoyable experience. It was another one that she could add to her
advertising blurb. I of course was as happy as a pig in shit at making that
financial killing at the tip off I'd received.

     But I went back on escort duties, some I let fuck me, some I didn't in
the course of the evening. I didn't realise that there was a demand for a
transvestite for being an escort but there was. David, or I should really
say Davinia, was pushed out nearly every night and he found it a relief
when Samantha employed a new one called Jackie to take some of the work
load off him, if you get what I mean by that.

     So Samantha now had two transvestites, nine men and twenty six women
on her books available as escorts and even then, we were still hard pressed
and only getting the odd night off. So if all of us were out on duty she
was coining it in at thirty pounds as her slice of the fee the punters
paid. So she was taking in well over a thousand pounds a night if we were
all working, not a bad return for sitting on what we were selling. Plus the
ten pounds we had to pay for any dress we hired for the night.

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