Agency girls and platonic friendships

My escort radar didn’t see it coming; there is no way I could have. We were friends and as far as I was concerned, it was just that- a friendship. Being asked to dinner at one of the finest restaurants  London has to offer did indeed seem a bit strange, but I thought, ‘hell, it’s my birthday, if he wants to take me out and treat me well, then I’m happy about it.’ So, I got all dolled up, excited to meet my best friend. He showed up, greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and whisked me away in the back of a limo.

When we got to the restaurant, I noticed that he’d created the most perfect night for me. Instead of a regular table, in the mix like everyone else, he reserved a private room for the both of us. Roses and presents were just the tip of the iceberg. It was enchanting- completely and wholly enchanting. I admit, for a moment, I lost myself in his gaze. But I didn’t expect him to lean forward and graze my lips with his. The plumpness and softness I felt against mine only prompted me to do one thing. I kissed back. I placed my hand gently at the back of his head and pulled him into mine. My tongue danced around his. My heart pounded heavily in my chest. For a minute, I forgot where we were and allowed myself to get taken away. Moving over to him, I lowered my mouth to his neck, nibbled away the way I do when playing my role as an agency girl. We paused. After all, we were in a five star restaurant. But through the entire dinner, I couldn’t help but to imagine the places on his body that I wanted to take advantage of.

I invited him back to my place once it was time to get going. I should have known that I could not wait that long to make him mine. Once we hopped into the back of the limo, there were no eyes peeking at us and I allowed myself to do the things I had wanted to do to him from earlier on. The perfect birthday ended with an even more perfect surprise. I couldn’t have wished for anything better.

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