Entering The World Of Escorting

31st, December, 2008; a 20 year old hyper excited girl woke up at 6 A.M. Jittery with joy!

Hi, I am Ritika and yes, I remember that day like it was yesterday. I had come home to Delhi over my winter / Christmas college break in U.K. My parents, as almost always, weren’t in town; away on one of their unending business trips. More joy to me though, which meant I could throw some wicked parties and have friends over till late almost every day.

But that was not the plan for that day. I was excited because my best friend had gotten her hands on VIP passes to one of the swankiest New Year party in a posh central Delhi hotel. My head was going bonkers. Parties are a very big deal for us women. Makeup must be perfect, the dress must be perfect, and the perfume must be perfect, hair must be perfect. Delhi parties are a nightmare — everybody judges you on your looks.

I looked at my watch, it was only 7 a.m. “Dam it! Why isn’t the time passing faster?” I cursed out loud. I needed to go to the hair salon but that won’t open till 10 a.m. What am I to do? I headed to my indoor pool. Stripping out of night suit, I jumped into the warmed water of the pool completely naked. Nobody is home, why wear a swim suit? The water calmed my nerves a bit. In no mood for any vigorous workout, I enjoyed an hour of slow backstrokes and then go out the pool and sat naked on the pool side chair.

A pack of Davidoff Mild was lying next to the chair. I lit a cigarette and inhaled the awakening fumes deeply while I sat wet and naked. Yes, I know smoking is extremely unhealthy but there are only a few joys in the world that compares to having the first cigarette of the day. Stubbing the cigarette, I went for a long shower and again checked out my watch. 9:30 AM. It was time to head out.

My Blackberry had started to buzz. Seems like I was not the only girl losing her shit over the party. What to wear? How to do the hair? What shoes? Which car to drive? The BBM group was going crazy. I finally made to the parlor for my 10 AM appointment.

Ah such joy. So relaxing to get a nice head massage, getting your hair shampooed, conditioned, straightened and sculpted to perfection. I drove back home and cracked open a bottle of 2005 Australian Shiraz. Yes I know it is midday, but who gives a fuck. It is day before New Year, I am entitled to get drunk whenever I want to!

Oh goodness! I looked at the bottled! Fuck! It was half finished and I swooned a bit. Drunk already? I hadn’t eaten much and the robust red wine hit me hard. Phone rang. I picked it up. Shivangi screamed from the other side, “RITIKA!!! It is fucking 4 PM already!! ARE YOU FUCKING READY??” The call brought me back to my senses! Damn! I had to get ready, the party starts at 7.

I stripped out of my t-shirt and jeans, threw away my bra and panty and ran naked to the walk in closet. What to wear? What to wear? Times like this, a girl’s mind goes blank. My closet felt empty although in reality it was overflowing. My fashion design teacher taught me well. She said, when in need, it is always Valentino to the rescue.

What I wore was simply stunning. A black, off shoulder short chiffon dress from the Valentino 2008 winter collection which exposed my thin shoulder and neck and exhibited my toned slender legs. Underneath, I had a black satin Victoria’s Secret demi bra coupled with the tiniest black thong. For shoes, it was a pair dark grey Jimmy Choo.

I checked myself out in the mirror. Damn! I looked hot! I spun around with the confidence of a supermodel. Yes, if looks could kill, I would be a serial killer tonight. I sprayed a whiff of Chanel No. 19 on my neck and wrist and it was time for the evening to start.

Travel time from my house to the club was around 20 minutes. Party starts at 7 and the clock read 6:45. My friends were already there so I revved the engine and drove like a proper Dilliwali, doing 70-80 km/h . Not that I am entirely proud of that.

I reached the hotel and my friends were standing at the entrance, starting at me furiously. I handed the car key to the valet and ran to them. “Let’s get this show started guys!”; I screamed and we queued up to enter. At the entrance, we flashed out VIP passes and were quickly ushered away by the staff away from the crowd. We headed to the private area which seemed just incredible. It was quiet, the decor was excellent. It has only a handful of people. I could hear some music coming from the dance floor below but by the time it reached the VIP area, the sound was muffled.

We had our own DJ who played to an audience of no more than 50. The music was groovy, the alcohol was flowing like water and we were dancing and grooving like there was no tomorrow. It was around 10 pm when I realized that I really needed a break. My legs hurt from the dancing so I left the club and went to the hotel lawn to get a moment of peace and quiet. Also, I badly needed a cigarette break.

It was dark in the lawn, illuminated sparsely by some low level lights. I went and sat at the gazebo and lit a cigarette, drew in a long puff and closed by eyes as I let go of the smoke.

“That thing will kill you…”. A deep rugged voice spoke out and startled me, “…and it would be a shame to see a jewel like you disappear so soon”; he continued. I looked at a guy sitting opposite to me in the gazebo. DAMN! He was so handsome. Must be in his mid-40s, he looked rugged, just like I like my men to be. His face was chiseled, a bit of stubble. He wore a blue pinstripe suit and trousers and his bow tie hung loosely from his neck. He held a whisky glass in his hand and a cigarette burned between his fingers. Taking a sip from his glass, he asked, “Bored much? Parties aren’t really my thing.” I nodded like a bedazzled school girl.

Now I have been sexually active since the age of 16 and as a girl with a nice face and thin body, I had my way with boys and always managed to get them to do my bidding. But this man was out of my league. I knew I was being played and he wasn’t even trying.

I tried to make some small talk and he tried to look interested and then he suddenly stopped me as said, “40,000″.

“What”; I asked.

“Yes, 40,000 rupees to spend the night with me.”; he affirmed confidently.

“Excuse me!” I pretended to be offended. “Do I look like a prostitute to you?”

“No, but I am bored, you are bored. You are clearly feeling turned on so why don’t you say yes, and make some money from the evening?” he coolly stated.

I was dumbfounded. Yes, I was turned on. Turned on by his confidence and his audacity. Turned on by the fact that I was being make an offer to be a prostitute for a night. Now, as the daughter of one the leading industrialist in the city, 40,000 didn’t mean much to me. It was literally change money but the fact that I could get fucked and get paid for doing it made me feel incredibly dirty in a kinky sort of way. I felt a familiar tingling sensation between by legs. I bit my lips. I could feel my pussy getting moist.

“Yes. Let’s”; I said weekly, avoiding any eye contact with him. For the first time I was feeling shy about sex. It was simply the most amazing concoction of emotions I had ever felt.

He held his hand out towards me. I gave my hand to him, getting up from the bench. He held my hand firmly and walked back into the hotel. Turns out he was staying in the same hotel where the club was situated. As we walked across the lobby, I avoided eye contact with anyone. I felt like a criminal but truth be told, nobody really cared on the busy New Year eve.

We got in the elevator. He pressed number 7 and the elevator began its upward journey. By now my legs were like jelly. I could barely stand. I was nervous. He sensed it. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and said, “Chill, I won’t hurt you.” I pretty much surrendered myself to him. I let him lead the evening.

Room 7021. That’s where he was staying. He slid in the key card and the door clicked open and lights turned on. He led me in and closed the door behind me and proceeded to dim the lights of the room. I was breathing shallow while he looked utterly confident. He came close to be, put his arms around me and said, “let’s not play around, shall we?”.

His hands slid down my back, seeking the zipper of my evening dress. He slid it down and with a confident tug of my dress at my waist, my entire dress slid down, dropping on the floor crumpled around my leg.

Normally I am immensely confident of my body. I loved exposing it since I became sexually active but that night, I felt strangely naked and vulnerable. I stood there awkwardly in my black bra, thong and shoes.

“Wow! What a beauty”; he said admiringly. “Now let’s get you in the right mood”; he winked at me.

He held my hands again and drew me close to him tight and planted a firm deep kiss on my lips. His tongue slid effortlessly inside my mouth and I had no intentions of resisting him. Oh God! He was such a great kisser.

One of his hand squeezed my ass and another groped my breasts roughly. It was a full on sexual assault on me and I was loving every moment. My pussy responded almost immediately and the flood gates of pussy juices opened. It was unbelievable wet. I’ve never even been so wet before.

He continued to grope me, feel me, lick me, kiss me and eventually, his hand slid inside my thong and his warm fingers made their way to my soaking wet pussy. He pulled his finger out and sniffed his finger deeply.

“Someone is beginning to get naughty”; he grinned at me wickedly. By now, I was horny without any bounds. I was getting comfortable and gaining confidence of the situation.

I looked at his crotch and saw a huge bulge inside his pants. Looking at him i answered wickedly, “Someone is feeling a bit trapped, ay?”

I searched for his zipper and slid it down and then slide my hand under his underwear and felt his hot thick penis. As I touched his penis, he let out a loud “aah”. He was feeling the pleasure! He closed his eyes.

“Shall we do something about this?” I asked him like a cheap slut. He was enjoying every bit of it. I started pushing him and pushed him till I made him sit on the chair. I pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees and then proceeded to unbutton his shirt. I exposed his slightly hairy and hard chest and then like a pro, i started licking him, starting as his neck, down his chest, lower, i reach his stomach, I went lower, I reach his pubes and then my mouth finally makes its way to his cock.

His cock was big with a nice girth. I took it inside my mouth completely and start working my magic. My lips wrapped firmly around his cock and I slowly bobbed my head up and down, up and down, up and down.

Now it was my turn to be in control. He closed his eyes and just sat there speechless, clearly in sexual heaven. I unhooked my bra while i continued giving him a blow job. I reached out and held his hand and guided it to my breasts. Oh! I just love it when a guy squeezes my boobs while I suck him.

Both of us were in heaven by then.

“Ritika! Stop…stop!!” he screamed. “I am going to cum”.

“Cum inside my mouth”; I said, like a proper street hooker.

“No! I want your pussy”, he said and saying that he leapt up, threw away his pants, underwear, shirt away. He picked me up effortlessly and dropped me like an animal on the bed.

His huge penis was throbbing. I wanted it inside my pussy. I wanted to be fucked like a bitch. I wanted him to ram his hot rod inside my wet hungry pussy.

He slid a Durex ultra-thin over his cock and got on top of me. We weren’t in the mood for any kissing or love making. What we wanted was pure raw hard fucking.

He positioned his cock at the entrance of my pussy and with a hard effortless push it slide completely inside me.

FUUUUCK! Oh FUCK! It was amazing. I was beyond any control and so was he. He waited for a second and then started thrusting his cock inside me like a steam engine. Hard, rough, in and out, in and out. My boobs bounced up and down and he would take a small break to bite my nipples or squeeze it or suck it. He was fucking me real rough. I lost all senses, I didn’t know where I was, what date it was, what time it was. The only thing I was aware of was his mammoth cock penetrating in and out of my pussy.

I was screaming and moaning in joy. OHH! OHHH! OHHH!! AAAHHHH!!! When suddenly my phone rang loudly. I looked at it. The caller ID read “mom” and the time read 00:00 hrs, 1st Jan, 2009.

What do I do? I had to take the call but there was no possible way I wanted the sex to stop.

“Don’t stop but be quiet”; I told him as I hit the answer button.

“Happy new year darling”; I heard my mother’s voice from their side. I wished her happy new year and proceeded to have a normal 2 minutes conversation with my mother and father while my client continued to fuck me like a piston. This felt so wrong and yet so right.

Hanging up, I refocused on the sex. The relentless pounding continued and my body began to tighten. Suddenly, I screamed out loud … “OOOOOHHHHH FUCCCCCCKKKK!!!!” and my pussy tightened around his cock as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. My entire body shook like an earthquake but he didn’t stop. He wasn’t done yet and he wanted his money’s worth.

A few minutes later, he said, “get ready Ritika, I’m gonna cum!”.

“Don’t waste your cum inside the condom”; I screamed and he quickly slid his cock out of my pussy and removed the condom. We rapidly exchanged position. He got on his back while I leapt up and reached for his cock. I grabbed his cock real hard hit my hand and put my lips over the head and started rubbing it very fast and within seconds I heard his loud groan and thick white hot cum screamed out of his cock and entered my mouth. I swallowed his salty hot cum hungrily.

We both collapsed on the bed. We lay there for a few minutes, completely covered in sweat. A bit of his cum trickled out from the side of my mouth. My heart was beating so hard that my entire body shook with every beat.

I was satisfied, he was satisfied.

I got up to go to the bathroom to wash up, clean my mouth and get dressed. By the time I got out of the bathroom, he had gotten dressed. He was wearing his night suit and he signaled me to a thick envelope on the table. I picked it up and there was cash in it. I didn’t bother counting it.

He made it clear that he didn’t want me hanging around in the room and I was more than happy with the arrangement. We exchanged phone numbers and he promised to get it touch when he would come to Delhi again. I smiled, he hugged me and we said goodbye.

I made my way back to the club. My senses were readjusting to the dancing and music. I spotted my friend on the dance floor and went up to her and started grooving again. She was a bit drunk, she looked at me and said, “Ritika, where the fuck were you?”.

“I had just gone out for a smoke break.”; I replied, with a wicked grin on my face.

And that’s how I was converted from being just a sexually active girl to a high society escort.