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Gino had flown into Heathrow and had an overnight stop. This was a client I’d met once before when I’d worked for Sasha’s agency. That time, he’d asked for my contact details and I had casually passed him my escorting business card, not thinking he would contact me again.

He was a ruthless lover, but his moves were good. I’d orgasmed so quickly I was shocked. I didn’t even fancy him, but there was something so mechanical about his sexual behaviour, that he’d surprised me with the intensity of his orgasm. It was as if he hadn’t had pleasure of a scarlet woman for a long time, and he needed to just get on with it. I had other clients like that, but they’d fallen by the wayside of my London customer list. I only wanted those who actually wanted to meet regularly, were upscale, and wanted to meet in good restaurants and have some semblance of an ordinary conversation. I didn’t think that was too much to ask.

Gino greeted me with a peck on the cheek and we walked in silence to his hotel room as we exited the lift.

Once in the room, I asked him a question I thought he might not answer. “Why did you book me again?”

He looked up and his dark rugged features broke into a small smile. “I booked you because you didn’t ask too many questions. I prefer it like that.”

I nodded and agreed that if that was his wish, I would certainly comply.

As he positioned me on my hands and knees on the bed and pushed inside me, I could see him watching me in the reflection of the mirror. He liked seeing himself perform. That was exactly how we’d screwed the previous time too. I could see my face and realised I looked as though I was in a state of surprise. I started to close my eyes and let my hand steal between my legs, but he told me to just watch him, and he replaced my hand with his; realising my need.

Gino was quiet, as he slowed down and then speeded up. Afterwards, he rested for a few minutes, showered and came out again, where he took me up against the wall. This time he was slower and I felt his lips on my neck. As he pulled my face towards him, he kissed me deeply and passionately on my lips. It was as if he was devouring me, but it did the trick as I could feel myself responding hotly, until we were writhing against each other. That was the first time he’d ever made contact with me in that way; mouth on mouth. It had felt amazing.

I started to dress as he ran a bath and submerged himself in the deep foam. I looked in and his eyes were closed as if he was deep in meditation. There was no goodbye and I left. There was something secretive about that man and I did not know what it was. I wondered if I’d ever find out.

 

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