It had been a hard couple of months. Katie had been his whole world, and when he had caught her with his best friend he wasn’t sure which hurt worse, to to mention that the two people he would have gone to with his problems were out of his life (and probably still fucking each other…). What he missed most though was the sex. To be touched by someone, to be held, and to fuck the everloving shit out of them. Lately the idea of fucking someone just burned in his mind, no matter how hard he tried he simply could not get the idea out of his head. But he just wasn’t ready for a relationship, and he wasn’t the type to go pick up girls in a bar. So what was he going to do? One of his friends had cracked a joke about getting a hooker, and the idea had kind of stuck. But he wasn’t sure how to go about finding one…

As time passed and the urge to fuck kept growing he started surfing around the internet, as it turned out it wasn’t very hard to find a hooker, even though it was illegal in his state. Of course they marketed themselves as “escorts” with the implication being that sex was off the table even though everyone knew that was the whole point. He wasn’t sure what was the straw that finally broke the camel’s back, but something in him snapped and he made the call. After a long conversation on the phone, and a background check to assure them that he was neither violent nor a cop (rather a lot of effort to get laid) he paid the incredible fee and set a date. He was assured that all of the girls underwent regular STD tests and that he had nothing to worry about if he chose to fuck her bareback, something he was informed would cost quite a bit extra. He opted to use a hotel close to his apartment, an upscale sort of place that would be nice enough and remove the risk of his neighbors seeing him fucking a prostitute. He waited anxiously for the arranged date, the week passing slowly.

He had been pacing the hotel room for an hour since he had checked in, his anxiety suffocating in the small but nicely furnished room. His anxiety reached a crescendo and he was almost ready to call the whole thing off when he heard the gentle knock on the door. His heart jumped into his throat, but he made his way to the door to let her in.

He was blown away, while easily a 7 or 8 himself he had never thought about being with a woman like her. In fact he wasn’t even sure that women like her even existed outside of porn movies and Holly Wood. Gentle waves of brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, falling nearly to the center of her back. A few wisps of hair obscured her face as she smiled shyly up at him.