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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
locked the door behind me. There was a house phone in the hall by the elevators, so I called the Bell Captain to ask him to tell William that I was ready to leave. William had the limousine waiting at the hotel's front door when I got there. William held the door of the limousine for me to get in, and I noticed that there was another girl getting the same service from the driver of another limousine. She was dressed very flashy, and looked ready to go out on some sort of date. She also glanced over to me, and gave me a knowing smile. I smiled back. I guess I was not the only call-girl working at the New York Hilton that night. This same scene was probably being played out at lots of hotels all over town. I settled back into the seat in the limousine for the ride home. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and the streets were filled with their usual throng of Manhattanites, wending their way home after a typical Saturday night of merrymaking. The streets of New York City never really get quiet. I opened my purse, and took out the envelope that Dan had given me. Inside was a typewritten note that read, "Thank you for a wonderful evening. I hope we can do it again soon." The note was not signed. I guess Dan did not want to leave anything around that might be traced to him. Along with the note were two brand-new twenty- dollar bills, and a brand-new ten. Dan had given me a fifty-dollar tip. Helen said that the girls usually got a twenty-dollar tip, so he must have ... liked me a lot. "Did you have a nice evening, Miss Bobbi?" said William through the intercom. "Yes, William," I replied. "I had a very nice evening indeed." William waited in the limousine by the curb until I was safely inside my apartment building since Thomas, the doorman, had gone off-duty by the time we got there. The apartment was also dead quiet when I went in. Edith and Sarah had gone to bed hours ago. I went straight to my room, and changed into a pink lace baby-doll nightie. Snuggling down under the covers, I thought about tonight, and the thoughts were very good. Being a call-girl was fun. I had also made almost one-hundred fifty dollars that night on just one date. That was better than I had ever done turning a whole night of tricks at "The Gilded G****." The only problem was that I could not do it every night. I needed a steady job as well, and I would have to find one this week. That, however, was a problem for another time. Tomorrow might be Sunday, but Edith and Sarah were early risers anyway. I would probably not be able to sl**p later than ten o'clock, but then, Edith's breakfasts were worth getting up for. I drifted off to sl**p, thinking of how good this evening had been. This call-girl was no longer on call tonight. Sub-title: Help Wanted Edith had given me a week of freedom before she would insist on me finding a real job, and that time was up. There would be some modeling assignments, and a few tricks as one of Helen's ...