The Girlfriend Experience

by Rebecca Dakin

  The fun jobs are the two-girl ones. I realised when I was in primary school that I was bisexual, when I tempted a girl into my bed. We were about eight years old, and I knew it was naughty, but it excited me. I’d tell her that she could touch me if I could touch her. Since then, I’d had various experiences with other girls but didn’t have sex with another woman until a couple of years before I started escorting. I met her through my boyfriend at the time and he knew her boyfriend because they were both paratroopers.

  We got drunk one night at a party and she and I ended up in the shower together, then all four of us went to bed. The lads watched us girls play with each other and then we had sex with our respective partners. It was a new experience for me and it was great fun.

  Generally speaking, I save fantasy and role play for boyfriends, but I’ve done a couple of role plays for work. One guy wanted me to pretend that he was a teacher. This was a two-girl job, with my young 18-year-old friend, and we both had to dress up in school uniform. When I wear a school uniform I feel naughty and something comes over me (no, not like that!) – I just switch into the role very easily. At college, I would get told off for running around the corridors whenever I had my school uniform on! The guy we met was in his fifties and looked very much like a teacher. We giggled like schoolgirls and I was trying to blame my friend, so she’d get into trouble. He accused us of smoking and said he’d tell our parents unless we performed certain sexual acts on him. I loved it – it was fun and exciting, especially with my friend being there too.

  The best schoolgirl fantasy I had was meeting a client of mine, Robert, who is also a close friend. He looks very much like a teacher. He’s in his fifties and is attractive, with silver hair. We met at the Baglioni for an overnight date, and the role play started at dinner. In the restaurant, the tables were literally inches away from each other. He started saying, ‘Well, I need to speak to you about some inappropriate behaviour…’ I giggled nervously, but felt excited at the same time. There was a couple sitting just a few inches away from us and I saw their ears prick up. Robert looked very stern, and I found it very sexy. He proceeded to pull out some photographs of me that he had taken from my website. I hadn’t expected him to go to so much trouble! He handed them to me, one by one, asking, ‘And what’s the meaning of this?’ There I was, sitting on the floor in white panties and pink pigtails, with my knees together, but legs apart so my slit was visible through my panties. He’d superimposed a photo of some teenagers in school uniform into the background, which he’d found on a website that offered free images. It looked really funny. ‘Oh, I… er…’ I didn’t know what to say. I just giggled nervously and said, ‘Oh, it’s nothing.’ ‘And what about this?’ he asked, while pulling another photo of me out of his jacket pocket. I came up with pathetic excuses and he chastised me for my ‘inappropriate behaviour’.

  The quiet couple beside us didn’t know what to make of the situation. Robert was so good at the role play – he appeared to be deadly serious. We kept it up for the whole meal before he said that he wanted to have words with me in private, upstairs in the room, and that I was in very big trouble. The couple’s faces next to us were hilarious. They barely spoke to each other during their meal and I’m sure they were listening to every word! Both glanced over as he pulled out the photos! I could tell the guy was probably very envious of this saucy couple next to him. Back in the room I put on my uniform and my punishment was to perform various acts on him.

  On another date Robert took me to Spearmint Rhino. The dancers make a bee-line for ladies who are part of a couple. I find it extremely erotic to watch women pole dance and to receive a lap dance. When I’ve been with boyfriends or other men, I tend to find that they get off on watching your facial expressions during the dance as much as looking at the dancer themselves. He really treated me that night – I was allowed to pick a girl for a dance. We got approached by many girls but they weren’t trying to make any effort at conversation – it was just a bored-sounding, ‘Do you want a dance?’ Each time we declined, until two dancers came and sat with us, and actually made an effort. We then both enjoyed a lap dance at the same time, glancing and smiling at each other.

  After the ladies left, another girl approached and showed interest in me; she asked if I’d like a private dance and he said if I’d like one, he’d pay. So, he gave her the money and she took me by the hand into a private booth. She looked me in the eye and started stripping off, her eyes constantly staying on mine, teasing me. She stood up and purposely brushed her nipple across my mouth and the smooth skin of her breast across my cheek, all the time writhing away to the music. Then she bent over in front of me so that her crotch was inches from my face. This was my foreplay! Robert had already said that when we got back to the hotel, I could book a lady of my choice for an hour. By the time the dance was over, I was ready for some fun.

  We left, and back in the room we got out his laptop and started browsing the Internet for bisexual escorts. I suppose it’s bizarre that you can buy people for a certain amount of time. It was surreal, and I’d never really thought about it before – I’d never looked at escort sites with the view to booking anyone. It was just like ordering a takeaway, only way more satisfying! I think one way to tell if a lady is truly bi is if she’s willing to give oral sex to women. I’ve been with girls before who just use toys, or expect you to do everything to them; they’re the ones I don’t think are bi. So we called an agency and asked who was genuinely bisexual; an Eastern European lady was recommended. She was tall, dark and had a lovely body. We booked her for an hour, and didn’t mention that I was an escort.

  We had around an hour to wait before her arrival, so we ordered a bottle of champagne. I’d been on jobs with other girls before, but nobody had actually let me book a lady, so I was really excited. This was different as it wouldn’t feel like ‘work’ to me; I knew she’d be the one doing her ‘job’, and although I was booked for the evening, it would be different as it felt like Robert and I were a real couple, booking an escort. Eventually the agency called to say she was downstairs, so I made my way down to collect her. I felt nervous; it was a strange, unfamiliar feeling for me.

  As I stepped out, she was waiting by the lift. She was so tall and beautiful, with pale skin and dark wavy hair, just like her photos. I kissed her hello and guided her back up in the lift. She stood grinning at me in a naughty way as the lift went up, as if to say, ‘I’m going to ravish you once we get in that room!’ Her sexuality radiated off her and I found my heart was hammering in my chest.

  We got to the room and I let her in. Robert introduced himself – this was all so normal to him, but so different for me. From the start it was clear she was a pro. Her English wasn’t good, which made for minimal conversation as she perched on the end of our huge bed. She had a small glass of champagne, which she finished quickly, and declined a top-up – she was obviously keen to get things going. I’d imagined that we’d all be together as a cosy threesome, but she saw me and Robert as two individuals wanting to be serviced individually, which was fine by me! Threesomes are fun, but I never orgasm as there’s so much going on – trying to look after two people means I can’t relax enough to orgasm unless I use my toy.

  It seems she was a traditionalist like me, as it was ‘ladies first’. She’d slipped off her tight jeans, boots and sexy blouse, leaving her with gorgeous black lace lingerie on a toned body. She didn’t even look at Robert as she crawled up to me, kissing me softly and undressing me, until I was left exposed and naked. Robert watched us curiously, undressing, but all the time watching her, leaving just his boxer shorts on. He settled back and lay down. Her attention was on me; this was my time, his turn would come. She gently stroked and kissed my body like she had all the time in the world. I was so horny, especially after my private dance. The thing I love about women is their soft, gentle and sensuous touch. Men can be too cumbersome with their eagerness and their big, rough, excitable hands.

  After only a few minutes she was
licking me down below, ever so softly, but consistently. It usually takes me a long time to come – if I even come at all – but this woman knew what she was doing. Robert watched, intrigued and excited, waiting his turn. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fully relax and savour the moment. She made me orgasm and it was the quickest I think I’ve ever come. I was totally blown away by the experience, panting for air with a contented smile on my face.

  Straightaway, she turned her attention to Robert, as I lay immobile, flushed and glowing, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Robert doesn’t like condoms and usually I struggle to make him come, so even though we have sex, we finish up with oral. I can feel him start to lose his erection as soon as the condom’s on. She, however, gave him oral sex for a short while, whacked a condom on in about a second and was immediately grinding back and forth on top. I was trying to watch and learn as she rode him to a climax in less than five minutes. How the hell did she do that? What a pro! I remember thinking that I could sure use some tips from her. She left after 40 minutes, even though we had paid for an hour, but we were both satisfied and went to sleep with smiles on our faces.

  Assignments with other girls are usually fun especially when it’s someone you know and can have a laugh with. I once met Lisa (a friend I know through work) with one of her regulars for his birthday treat. The plan was to have dinner and then go clubbing because Jim loves to dance. Lisa was arriving in Manchester first, and then I was to join them later. Lisa isn’t bi as she doesn’t give ladies oral sex, but we do have fun when we work together. I remember being in the shower, doing my normal pre-work routine of shower, shave and nails, when suddenly I remembered Lisa would be there and that we were going clubbing, which made me smile to myself. It would just be like a night out, especially as Lisa and I get on so well and have such a laugh together. It just meant there was sure to be sex at the end of the night – she wanted to treat her date to some birthday fun!

  On my journey, Lisa and I were texting each other. She’d forgotten to bring tampons, but I had already left so I couldn’t get any. I had a couple with me – it was the time of the month for both of us! What a coincidence. Oh well, thank God for natural sponges! This is one of our tricks of the trade. You put a bit inside you, just before you have sex, and you can’t feel it, and neither can the guy, but it does the job of a tampon very well. It can be fiddly to get out, but it’s worth it.

  A taxi dropped me off by this huge apartment complex. Lisa came to find me, and we bumped into each other by the lifts. Giggling, we got the lift together. When Lisa got to the room we were still giggling as she rapped on the door. ‘Room service!’ she hollered, and ‘Jim Bobitty Bob,’ which is her nickname for him. I was laughing my head off, and after about five minutes, when we realised there was no answer, I looked at the room numbers and realised we were on the wrong floor! Mortified, we both started cracking up again and I knew the night would be fun. When we got to the right floor, I hid and Lisa walked in with my case. Then Jim came out onto the landing, and was genuinely shocked to see me – he didn’t know what to expect for his birthday treat. He cracked open the pink champagne I had brought with me and we toasted his birthday in style!

  We ate at an Italian restaurant before heading straight for the club. After a couple of vodkas I wanted to have a snog with Lisa, so I loomed in for a kiss. Jim joined in too, and we all sat in a three-way snog for ages, while I was reaching under Lisa’s dress and playing with her panties. Soon we were all up dancing, Jim sandwiched between us. He looked like the cat that got the cream, which I suppose he was!

  We could see younger, fitter men glancing over and wondering how the hell he’d managed to pull us both. I remember that when I was younger and didn’t know about escorts, I used to be just as confused, but since I’ve become one I can look at men and women together and am able to spot them. Even in lifts, when a lady walks in on her own, I can usually tell if she’s an escort. Maybe it’s the air of confidence, together with the smart clothes, immaculate make-up and nails, plus expensive bag and the fact that they’re in the lift on their own that makes me assume they’re off to see a client. Escorts stride into hotels confidently, and try to discreetly suss out where the lifts are. Sometimes I will be on the phone to my client as I enter a hotel and he will actually talk me through the layout and point me in the right direction. Being on the phone is a good distraction, anyway – hotel staff don’t tend to pay much attention to people on mobile phones.

  Anyway, back to my saucy night out… All these men were just gawping at us, and Lisa and I were pawing all over Jim, leaning over him for a snog with each other. Then I pressed myself up behind Lisa so she was sandwiched in, and we were all grinding away and groping each other. I have to admit that Lisa and I do make a good couple, because we are so different. We’re both about the same height, but she has dark hair and dark skin. Her waist is tiny, but she has large boobs and a peachy bum, which gives her the perfect hourglass figure, while I am blonde and fair-skinned, with smaller boobs, but I’m in proportion.

  After a good few hours we all linked arms and left the club. We made our way back to our apartment block and tumbled straight into the bedroom. Lisa and I went to the bathroom and showered, while giggling about putting sponges in. She used a ‘Rammer’ sponge, so I was laughing at the name (it’s a brand of man-made sponges that are soft when wet, but hard when dry), because she couldn’t get it in. So I sat on the loo and she put one leg up on the side and I just rammed it in. I’m surprised Jim stayed awake – we must have been giggling in the shower for about 20 minutes!

  Eventually we came out and we started playing. Jim was extremely excited as he’d been waiting for this moment all night! All his clothes were quickly ripped off and we got straight down to business, tongues and dangly bits everywhere. Jim went down on Lisa and I asked if I could have a go, so we took it in turns. He then put a condom on and pumped away at Lisa. He didn’t come, and then he tried with me and still didn’t manage it. In the end I suggested he finished himself off, and Lisa and I lay there, begging him to come on our naked bodies! This was all the prompting he needed to finish the job.

  I’ve seen real couples before, but generally I don’t enjoy it because often the lady is only doing it to please her man, and it’s clear that she feels extremely uncomfortable. I always insist on speaking with her first to check she’s OK with things, but still women will say they are, just to please their men.

  I once went to meet a couple for a dinner date and when we moved to the bedroom, the guy was ordering his girlfriend to go down on me and she didn’t want to. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable, and so was I. He rather selfishly didn’t care and kept asking her, while I was asking him to stop pressurising her. It was awful! You have to have a very special relationship to be able to bring in a third party. Both people have to be extremely secure with themselves as individuals and as a couple.

  I once met a wonderfully eccentric couple, Charles and Vivian, and had an amazing time with them. The lady called, which impressed me. She was very well-spoken and explained that she and her and her husband were in their fifties; she said she was attractive and did yoga, and then went on to say they had never done anything like this before, but they both wanted the experience. She wanted to have sex with another woman, and her husband wanted to watch that too, and she wanted to watch me with her husband. There were no restrictions on what I could and couldn’t do. It was his birthday present – what a cool wife, eh?

  It was arranged that they would travel up to Nottingham and we would all meet up for a dinner date. To make the right impression, I wanted to wear something classy and sophisticated. I chose my sheer La Perla lingerie and a simple black shift dress, which I jazzed up with some forties-style Fendi sandals and my dark red bag, which everyone assumes is expensive, but actually only cost £30! I finished off the look with my Tiffany chain necklace and some diamond earrings, both were presents from clients. It was a sexy outfit, but in an understated way.

  I took a bott
le of bubbly as a present for him, and some chocolates for her. I was very pleased when I saw her – the first thing I noticed was that she was a very stunning blonde. She had told me she was attractive, but I know sometimes people overrate themselves so it was a pleasant surprise! They both had a great sense of humour, and I loved their posh accents. It just made the whole thing seem naughtier! Charles was wearing a dark suit with a shirt and tie, while Vivian wore a black-and-white dress with a full skirt. We did all go together very well, clothes-wise, so I felt very comfortable and was pleased with my choice of dress. I was confident we would have a fun evening. Over dinner, Vivian started flirting with me and making suggestive comments to Charles about what we would get up to, much to the amusement of the waiting staff. I couldn’t even concentrate on the delicious food – it was clear they had other things on their mind.

  Back in the room, Vivian took the initiative and was eager to get things going. She and I undressed each other and kissed. She kept looking at her husband over my shoulder and saying, ‘Do you like that, Charles? Do you like seeing me with Bea? Does it turn you on? It’s turning me on.’ Of course, he loved it! And her talk was exciting him more, as he was watching with keen interest and a solid erection. Then we both moved to the bed and took it in turns to kiss him, and then each other, while undressing him.

  Vivian asked Charles if he’d like to watch her give me oral sex, which of course he did, so I lay down and she proceeded to lick me and probe my pussy. Then he watched as I returned the favour. I pulled out my vibrator and started using it on Vivian, first on the outside and then inside her as she groaned loudly and begged me to carry on. He was blown away by the whole experience. It was then his turn and Vivian and I both took turns to lick his cock, sometimes at the same time while holding his gaze. She then inquired very matter-of-factly if Charles would like to fuck me, which I thought very generous of her. I got a condom and sat on top of him. She sat next to me as I rode him, licking my nipples and urging me on. Then we swapped over, and she removed the condom and sat on top of him grinding away. I caressed and played with her boobs until he reached a loud, satisfying orgasm.