After mounting me, she titty fucked herself on me as I lay on my back until I came ridiculously hard. She laid on me out of breath and sweaty from the effort, gathering her wits. I really felt she was moments away from sitting on me and fucking the shit out of me and had summoned all of her professional strength not to. After a sly smile she said, "That was hot," and left me spent on the table as she went to the bathroom. She returned with a hot wet towel and Geisha girl cleaned me up. It was fucking heaven. Why would I ever leave this room? She started talking to me as she wiped me off. But it wasn't obligatory small talk to mask the uncomfortable aftermath of anonymous whore sex like with prostitutes. I once had a prostitute look me right in the face while she was giving me a hand job and as if we were in a job interview in an office and not lying on my bed naked with her hand stroking my dick say, "So, are you married? You have any kids?" It was creepy. But this was the opposite. Ray really seemed into me.

"So, are you from New York?" She asked.

"How could you tell? I don't have an accent."

"Just you're whole attitude. I'm from the East Coast. Baltimore. What are you doing out here? Pilot season?"

"No, I'm actually doing 8 episodes of a mid-season replacement for NBC." Unlike with prostitutes, to whom I was afraid to give any personal information, I felt completely trusting of her.

"Cool. What's it called?"

"First Years. It's a legal drama. It's not mine, I'm just acting on it. I have my own show in development at Fox."

"Oh really? Me too. Who's your executive?" Get the fuck out of here. Well, it is LA.

"Josh Silver?"

"Oh my God! Me too! Isn't that funny?" Yeah. Hysterical.

"Totally. Is it about this?"

"Oh God no."

"Does he know you do this? Do you do him?"

"No and no. I love doing this but I don't run around telling everyone. I do have a lot of clients in the entertainment industry and some of them have been really sweet and helped me in my writing career but there are still too many people who wouldn't understand, so I keep it on the down low. I'd appreciate it if you would, too."

"Oh, of course."

"I had a lot of fun Eric. I hope you'll come back and see me again."

"Me too and I definitely will." She kissed me tenderly on the cheek. I put my jeans on and left her a 100 even though I only stayed a half hour, 30 as a tip. She didn't count it and I knew she would have been as nice if I hadn't tipped her at all.

It was an outstanding experience. I finally found exactly what I had always been looking for in the rent-a-girlfriend trade but never hitherto gotten from prostitution, and it was 100% safe. As long as I remembered to check their hands for cuts, even my insane mind couldn't obsess that I could get AIDS from what they had done to me. I definitely planned to see Ray again, but I thought I might try a few other girls out as well.

The next day I was in the community laundry room at the Oakwood folding my underwear when my cell phone rang. It was a 323 number that I didn't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"Hey. It's Ray." I knew I wasn't wrong and that she liked me!

To be continued...

Posted by Eric Schaeffer at 7:00 AM

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