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The Third Whore, or No A for Effort
Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
people's kinks can be helpful on both ends of the power spectrum. The agency used to send "regular" girls on these assignments, only to find them rattled or unnerved by the experience. Some folks can manage the physical and emotional risks of such intense vulnerability, while others cannot. For better or worse, I was adept at putting my body and psyche on the line, and emerging with only the odd bruise to either. Despite the proliferation of the Internet into every industry, my agency was old school. The "e" in email could easily stand for evidence, and our clients were incredibly successful and appropriately skittish. Typically, I'd get a text to call the booker and, like one of Pavlov's dogs, that alert would get the juices flowing even before I started dialing. It was no different when I got a text saying, "VIP has special request. Call ASAP." The message was redundant. All of my engagements were "special"....but calling out how unusual the request was piqued my curiosity. Chains? Suspension? Rubber? Transvestitism? Just how weird could this be? I couldn't wait to find out. I called right away, and was given a little background. The client wasn't actually the client. I would be a gift to a lawyer from one of our best clients. This was odd. I’d never been a “gift” before. The scenario seemed rife with risk. "What's his name? Has he been vetted?" I asked. "I'm not going in blind." "Oh, it's nothing like that... we've sent other girls before, it's just that Mark's tastes are ... very specific and we want to make sure both men are satisfied." "Will this be a gig with two men? Some kind of kinky gang bang? That’s not my thing.” “No. It’s only Mark, the friend. This is right up your alley. He’s into kink. He just hasn’t liked the girls we’ve sent.” “Great... so you want me to deal with some entitled asshole who doesn't think your super hot, 24-year-old models slash art history grad students are adequate to the task? What the fuck? Do we want to whip him into shape? I could get into that... give him a little sensitivity training, if that's what you're talking about." "J, don't get ahead of yourself. He's actually very cool, and his friend is one of our biggest spenders so we really want to keep both from looking elsewhere. What he prefers is the services of a submissive. And as you know, the other girls just don't have the knack. We tried sending Misha, and they didn't connect. I then sent Sophie. Afterwards, Mark said he enjoyed her amazing body, but he found her mind lacking. The guy needs a fucking rocket scientist of depravity to be satisfied, and you, darling, are our only rocket scientist." I was intrigued, but leery. If Sophie, who had modeled for Victoria's Secret (admittedly, only for their catalogue) and whose personality bordered on the docile, didn't float his boat, what chance did I have? It was a puzzle and a professional challenge, and I was drawn to both. "Are we sure he's not just projecting? That he really wishes he were the bottom and ...