After a quick stop at Dairy Queen, where she downed a large strawberry milkshake and a cheeseburger, Alex made her way back to her parents' house feeling more alive and in control than she ever had before. She was practically skipping when she walked through the front door. Her parents, as oblivious as ever, didn't hassle her because it wasn't past her new and more extended curfew, so she headed right upstairs. Alex allowed herself a luxurious soak with some fancy, expensive bath salts and perfumed soaps she'd bought with her earnings, taking care to scrub every inch of her body until she felt clean and new. She'd never been more proud of herself than she was at that moment.

Alex had become a slut in every definition of the word. She didn't just love her newfound sexuality, she reveled in it. Every job was a thrill, a chance to explore a new aspect of herself, to push her boundaries and find new limits. And the money was fucking incredible. She was regularly making almost a thousand dollars a week, not counting the gifts and other things her clients sometimes gave her. Alex couldn't wait to graduate so she could continue working full-time for Cherry Blossom Escorts. She couldn't imagine doing anything else with her life and didn't want to.

Alex looked at the calendar on the wall as she walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. Just a few more months until she walked across the stage, and then she could finally be free to be herself. She would move into the new place she'd rented, and she'd fuck as many men as she wanted without having to hide or pretend. Freedom was just out of reach. All she had to do was keep the mask on just a little longer.

"Just a little longer," she repeated to herself. "Just a little--"

A knock on the door made her start. "Alex?" her father's deep baritone said. "I am coming in."

Alex fought down a surge of irritation. That was just like Daddy, she thought bitterly. No "May I come in?" No "Is the door unlocked?" No "Are you busy?" or "Do you have a moment?" How very like her father to simply barge in after announcing himself. He felt no need to respect her privacy. In fact, he didn't even seem aware of its existence.

But she had long ago learned to be prepared for such intrusions. She always hid her work phone and her nightly earnings behind her bookshelf, where her parents wouldn't think to look. If they decided to do an unannounced search of her room--and they'd done it before--they wouldn't find anything incriminating.

I am one step ahead of you, Daddy, she thought with an inward smirk as she wrapped a towel around herself before opening the door for him. "What's up?" she asked casually.

He glared. "You could not make yourself decent before I came in?"

Alex fought down the urge to glare right back. You didn't exactly give me a lot of time, asshole. But she managed to keep her mask of docility in place. "Sorry, Daddy."

He went on. "I want to talk to you because I'm starting to get concerned. You're out almost every night. You've kept your curfew, which I appreciate, but still. You never used to be away from home so often. Is something going on?"

Alarms began blaring inside Alex's head. "No, Daddy, everything's fine," she said, keeping her voice steady. "I've just been trying to have more of a social life, you know? Make friends before college and all that."

Her father folded his arms and his face creased into a disapproving scowl. "That does not put me at ease. It is neither proper nor suitable for a young lady to engage in excessive socialization."

Alex put her hands behind her back so he couldn't see how tightly they were clenched. It was exactly this kind of controlling, dour attitude that spurred her to become an escort in the first place. Her father had always looked at anything fun, exciting or new with intense suspicion and disapproval, as if the mere idea of enjoying herself outside a classroom or pew was inherently sinful. Living under his roof was unbearably suffocating and stifling, especially now that her eyes were had been opened and she'd tasted true freedom for the first time. It was a wonder Alex had ever been able to endure it.

"I understand your concern, Daddy," she said, keeping her voice calm and sweet. "But I promise you, I'm okay. I've just been busy with school and, yeah, trying to make some friends. You know, normal teenage stuff."

"What you refer to as "normal teenage stuff" has the potential to lead you astray and cloud your mind with worldly pleasures," he replied, his scowl deepening. "You need to focus on your studies and your future, not on temporary, fleeting things like friends or fun."

Alex had to suppress the urge to leap across the room and claw his eyes out. Her bitter resentment was coming to a boil and it took every ounce of self-restraint she had not to let it all coming spilling out. You have no idea what kinds of pleasures I've indulged in, she wanted to shout at him. You have no fucking idea how good I've gotten at hiding shit from you. You never, ever let me have any fun for eighteen years. Want to know what that's gotten you? It's gotten you a daughter who's a very, very good liar, a daughter who's had more sex in the last two weeks than you've had in the last five years, a daughter who fucks guys for money and loves every goddamn second of it!

But she didn't say any of that. She just nodded and said, "Okay, Daddy. I understand. I'll be careful and won't lose focus." I won't lose focus on seeing new clients and making hundreds of dollars a night, and I damn well won't lose focus on moving out of here the second I've got my diploma in hand. When I walk across that stage, I'm cutting you out of my life forever. You will never control me again.

Oblivious to her inner rant, he nodded, seemingly satisfied with her response. "Good. I just don't want you to get in over your head." He leaned in closer, his eyes searching hers for any signs of rebellion. "And remember, Alex, we expect purity and obedience from you. Do not let the temptations of the secular world lead you into sin."

"Yes, Daddy," Alex said. Too fucking late, she thought with an inward sneer.

Her father turned on his heel and left her room without another word. Alex waited until she heard his footsteps fade down the hall before letting out the breath she'd been holding. She closed the door and leaned against it, feeling the cold wood press into her bare back as she seethed. The irony of her situation wasn't lost on her: her father's strictness had led her to fall into the very kind of lifestyle he'd tried so hard to prevent.

Alex chuckled bitterly. Oh, if only he knew how much of a slut she'd become. More, she was proud of her sluttiness. She was proud of the fact that she could take control of her own sexuality, that she could give and take pleasure with such finesse. Almost every week she was fucking someone new and discovering a new thing she liked to do with her clients, some new way of climbing to new heights of pleasure. Her father viewed anything sexual as inherently dirty; on the rare occasions he even talked about it with her, he insisted that even between married couples, such things should be kept to a minimum and engaged in only for procreative purposes. The idea of having sex just for fun was completely anathema to his dour, passionless worldview.

You don't know what you're missing, Daddy, Alex thought. If I hadn't discovered Chloe's book that day, I would have followed your misguided, idiotic advice and wasted the best years of my life in total celibacy. But now, I know better. I've grown, and I'm going to keep growing, far beyond the stifling cage of your expectations. You told me sex was dirty and shameful and disgusting. You lied to me.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to take a series of deep breaths. After a moment, she felt calm enough to move away from the door and retrieve her work phone to check for any messages from Lydia.

She wasn't disappointed. There was an email waiting for her. "Good job tonight, Alex," it read. "Mark and his girlfriend were both thrilled and called us to praise your performance. We've already received some requests for more bookings, and have forwarded you the details."

Alex smiled wickedly and opened up the attachment included in the message. There were three bookings, and the details for each client were listed next to the time and date.

"Jason, 27," read the first one. "No anal or extreme kinks. Looking for a gentle, intimate evening. Wednesday, 8 p.m."

"Carlos, 31," said the second. "Car date. Thursday, 9 p.m."

Alex smirked. A car date was self-explanatory: it meant the client would pick her up in his car and they'd fuck inside it. She'd been on a few and it was always fun.

The third booking was what really caught her eye, though. It read, "James, 18, 10 p.m. tonight." Below that, Lydia had written: "Alex, this is the young man whose parents hired you to spend the night with him not long after you began working for us and from what I can tell, he's really come out of his shell thanks to you. He's eager to see you again."

Alex remembered James quite well and smiled at the memory. It would be nice to see him again and find out how much he'd grown since she'd taken his virginity. It was one of the more wholesome experiences she'd had in the business.

She set Lydia a confirmation, accepting each one of the bookings and put the phone back in its hiding spot. Those three appointments alone would mean more than $1,000 in her pocket. At this rate, she'd be self-sufficient in no time!

Alex crossed out another day on her calendar before turning off the light. One more day closer, she thought as she climbed into bed. One less day left until I can finally be free.

The next day at school, Alex felt more out of place than ever in her innocent-looking uniform and modest pleated skirt. She was increasingly starting to feel like she was simply playing a role, going through the motions, doing things she used to place great importance on but no longer cared about. She attended a meeting as head of the yearbook committee, but barely paid attention as her fellow students talked about the layout and the deadlines. She organized a group project for her history class and nodded along to the discussions about her upcoming senior prom.

But as other students stressed about the venue and the food and the music, all she could think about was her upcoming appointments with Jason, Carlos, and James. Especially James. She wondered how he'd been doing since his parents hired and she took his virginity. Had he started seeing anyone? Did he still get nervous around girls? Had he been able to hold on to the confidence she'd seen in him when she left his bedroom? She hoped so.

She blinked as she realized someone on the committee was talking to her. "Alex?" It was one of her classmates and fellow straight-A students, Jenny, looking at her with a concerned expression. "Are you okay?"

Alex nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Please, continue."

"Do you...have an opinion on it?"

Alex swore inwardly. She had no idea what "it" was or what Jenny was referring to, but she tried not to let it show. "I say we put it to a vote," she said and shrugged casually.

"Good idea. All in favor of the blue theme?" Jenny looked around the table, and the committee members nodded or murmured their assent.

Alex only just restrained the urge to roll her eyes. What the fuck did she care about the color scheme of her senior prom? She was out there making bank every night, fucking and sucking and having a grand old time bouncing on dudes' dicks while they whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Prom was the last thing on her mind. But she kept up the charade, smiling and nodding at the appropriate moments.

It was hard for her to believe that just a few short weeks ago, this sort of thing had been the focus of so much of her time and energy. It seemed so...insignificant now. So trivial. Alex's eyes flicked to Jenny and her lip almost curled with contempt. Jenny was the same goody-two-shoes straight-laced model student she'd once been, and for that, Alex pitied her. Becoming an escort had made the scales fall from her eyes and made her grow in so many ways; Alex was no longer an innocent girl, she was a woman. A confident, sexy, young woman who'd taken control of her life, her sexuality, and her future. But Jenny was still stuck in the same old bullshit, worried about what color to wear to a dance that would be forgotten as soon as the last note played and concerned with saving herself for "the right man" instead of embracing her sexual desires and freeing herself from the shackles of societal expectation.

Alex almost wanted to try and coax her into following the same path she had, but that was far too risky. She couldn't risk telling the secret of her double life to anyone, not even someone she considered a friend. So she kept her thoughts to herself and went through the motions, waiting for the school day to end so she could shed her student persona and embrace the thrill of her nighttime escapades once again.

Alex imagined the looks on the faces of her classmates and teachers if they did find out about her secret career. They would be absolutely scandalized. The very thought of it made her giggle to herself, a small, private laugh that she had to cover with a cough to avoid drawing attention.

I don't care about school anymore, she realized, in a moment of sudden epiphany. I put so much work and so much time in maintaining my perfect GPA, and now I just...don't give a shit. I have a life that's so much more interesting, so much more exciting, so much more real than any of this. I don't need to plan on going to college anymore. I don't need to worry about scholarships or application letters or what I'm going to do after graduation. I already know what I'm going to do: I'm going to be an escort. I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing, I'm going to keep loving it, and I'm going to keep making lots of money for it. I want to be a full-time, professional lady of the night, and I'm going to be the best at it.

She met with her career counselor later that afternoon, but it was all for show. She truly didn't care anymore about her plans for the future because she already one, but she couldn't tell the counselor that. So instead Alex fed the woman a steady stream of bullshit about wanting to be a doctor and listened to her drone on and on about the requirements for med school, the importance of internships, and how she should be focusing on her studies.

Alex nearly laughed in the counselor's face. "Yes, Mrs. Jenkins," she said, nodding sagely. She rose from her chair and tucked her skirt neatly into place. "I'll definitely look into that."

Gym class was a little more entertaining. As she ran around the jogging track in the school's athletic shorts and tight T-shirt, Alex couldn't help but notice the way the boys' eyes followed her, hungrily drinking in her every movement. She'd been blissfully ignorant of such attention before, but she was practiced at noticing it now. Alex ogled some of them right back and checked some of them out. She felt her pussy moisten as her eyes ran down their sweaty bodies, their muscular chests and strong legs. A few of them were definitely hot enough to want to fuck, but that was of course impossible. She couldn't fuck anyone from her school; her reputation as the good girl was a big reason why she'd been able to hide her escorting career so far.

But that didn't mean she couldn't tease them a bit. She made sure to bend over to tie her shoelaces in front of the most obviously lecherous ones, giving them a good view of her tight round ass and a peek of her lace panties while appearing completely unaware of their ogling. She'd learned that sometimes, the thrill of being desired was just as good as the thrill of actually getting fucked. Plus, it was fun to mess with them.

The bell finally rang, signaling the end of the school day, and Alex practically sprinted to her locker. She didn't even bother to change her clothes; she just grabbed her bag and dashed out of the building as quickly as she could. She had a couple of hours before her first appointment with Jason, and she wanted to make sure she looked absolutely perfect. First things first, however.

She texted her father to say that she was going to a study group, a lie she’d used many times before, and then dropped by the office of Cherry Blossom Escorts to choose an outfit. All the girls there greeted her warmly; some of them had become friends of a sort, sharing stories and tips in the downtime between appointments. Shawna greeted her with an almost maternal hug.

"Hey, girl! How's my favorite rising star?" the ebony-skinned woman teased.

Alex returned the hug. "Couldn't be better," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I've got three bookings this week, and I can't wait to knock their socks off. I've taken your advice about seizing my independence to heart, too: I signed the lease on a place earlier this week."

"Hell yeah!" Shawna gave her a high-five. "You go, Alex! That's exactly the right move. When do you move in?"

"As soon as I graduate. The landlord's really cute too." Alex gave a wicked grin. "I...convinced him to give me a discount on the rent, so to speak."

Shawna chuckled. "I bet you did. Was he a good fuck?"

"Yup. I'm gonna keep him around as a fuck-buddy when I move in."

"Fuck yeah!" Shawna's laughter echoed through the office, and Alex felt a rush of excitement as she bade her friend goodbye and went to one of the dressing rooms.

Choosing an outfit for her appointment with James was surprisingly difficult and she put a lot of thought into it. He was her first appointment of the three Lydia texted her about, with Jason and Carlos scheduled for later in the week on Wednesday and Thursday. Alex had never met them before, and in a way, that made things easier. In her experience, choosing what to wear for clients she'd never seen before was less difficult than trying to knock the socks off guys she'd already met.

She was tempted at first to go with the "innocent schoolgirl" routine, but Alex had done that one so many times it was starting to get old and her thoughts about school earlier also didn't help. Alex didn't want to do something that reminded her off the double life she was living, so after much thought she eventually went with an open-backed, dark blue evening dress with a plunging, halter-top neckline and a high slit up one side and a hemline that stopped just short of being indecent. It made her look classy yet extremely seductive--exactly the kind of liberated, sexually empowered young woman Alex wanted to be. She hoped it would make James feel like the luckiest man in the world when he saw her in it.

Her heart raced as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was going to look absolutely stunning, she knew it. Daddy would never have let her wear something like this; to him, women were supposed to dress modestly, never wear anything that showed off more than the ankles, and dress in muted, dull or pastel colors to avoid being "flashy." But here, now, with the mask discarded, Alex felt and looked beautiful. She knew she looked stunning and exulted in the thrill of it. Being an escort had taught her the power of beauty, of sex, and of being desired. More, it had also taught her the necessity of simple human contact and how every person needed the simple reassurance and comfort of touch. Providing that for her clients was one of the biggest reasons why Alex was so proud of what she did. She didn't just sell her body; she sold comfort, companionship, and pure, unbridled passion. In a way, she liked to think of herself as a kind of doctor, but instead of prescriptions and surgeries, her tools were her hands, her mouth, and her tight, wet pussy.

Alex styled her hair in a sleek, sophisticated ponytail and applied just enough makeup to

highlight her features without looking too overdone, she looked every inch the high-class call girl she had become.

"You have an appointment tonight?" asked a voice from the doorway of the dressing room. It was another one of the agency's escorts, a young Romanian woman named Elena. She'd come to the U.S. to become a model and got into the escorting industry instead. She had a thick accent that made everything sound exotic and alluring.

Alex nodded. "Yup!"

"You seen him before?"

She nodded again. "Yeah. Believe it or not his parents hired me to take his virginity not long after I first started here."

Elena guffawed. "Surely you must be joking!"

"I'm serious," Alex giggled.

"Was it awkward?"

"At first, a little. They met with me beforehand to explain everything--at the time James was kind of a shut-in and they wanted me to help get him out of his shell," Alex explained. She stepped out of the dressing room, the dark blue dress hugging her curves perfectly. "I gave him a night to remember, let me tell you."

"I don't doubt it!" Elena said with a wicked grin. "So you like this boy?"

"I like all my clients," replied Alex. "So yeah, I do. He's really sweet. How was your last booking, by the way?"

"Went fine," the other girl shrugged. "Was a man, maybe fifty, wanted me to dress up like a nurse and pretend to give him a spanking. Nothing out of the ordinary. But..." she looked away, suddenly uncertain.

"Go on," Alex said. "What's bothering you?"

"I have...met someone," Elena said softly. "He works at a coffee shop I often go to. He is my age, perhaps a few years older than me at most. Very cute and nice. He...ask me out the other day. I wish to be with him, very much. I am thinking of getting out of the business, so my pussy can be his alone. But I do not wish to anger Lydia. Do you think she will be angry with me?"

Alex's face crinkled with compassion and sympathy. "Of course not! Lydia's not that kind of person. She's more like a businesswoman who understands that people's needs and priorities change." She reached out to pat Elena's shoulder gently. "If you're happy with your choice, go for it. Just make sure to tell her in a professional way and part on good terms. Neither Lydia nor anyone else here wants you to be unhappy, Elena. If you've found someone, you deserve that happiness. Plus, you can always come back if things don't work out."

Lydia smiled. "Thank you. I...appreciate that. I will complete my bookings for the week, then tell Lydia I am resigning from the agency."

Alex grinned back. "Good luck. I hope you and the guy are both really happy together." She and Shawna both gave the blonde young woman a hug before she collected her purse--one of the Louis Vuittons she'd purchased the other day--and put the strap over one shoulder. She was happy for Elena, but had no intention of quitting the escort service herself; she enjoyed her work too much, and it paid so well. Plus, she'd built a sort of family at Cherry Blossom Escorts. She loved the camaraderie all the girls had with each other and the sense of community it offered.

She pulled out her work phone and gave James a quick text. "I am on my way, sweetie. Looking forward to our rendezvous tonight!" she typed with a smile, feeling the thrill of knowing what was to come.

His response was almost instantaneous. "Me too, Alex," he wrote back. "It's been too long."

Alex felt her cunt grow moist and she whistled cheerfully as she hailed an Uber to James's house. Night was falling and that was a comfort, in a way. As night fell, so did the strain of having to wear the mask of well-behaved good-girl. It was like slipping into a pair of comfortable shoes after a day in stilettos.

James's house was just as she remembered. It was still in the same upscale neighborhood, not very different from the one Alex's own family lived in. The driver pulled up to the curb and Alex thanked him and got out. As he pulled away, she walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

James must've been waiting for her at the door because it swung open at once. "Hey, Alex! Please, come on in. My parents are away on business, so we've got the place to ourselves. Just like last time, right?"

Alex nodded and didn't try to pull away when he went in for a hug. Rather, she hugged him right back. "Good to see you, James. Here, let me have a look at you."

She took a half-step backward, and immediately she could tell that something was very different about him. The first time she'd met James, he'd walked with a slouch, his clothes were baggy and rumpled, and his hair lay flat on his head without any attempt at styling it. But now, James stood tall and straight, and instead of his baggy black cargo pants and raggedy T-shirt, he wore clean denim jeans and a crisp, white button-down shirt, untucked in a way that was casual yet somehow incredibly sexy. His hair had been styled with gel, giving it a bit of a wave that made him look like he'd just stepped out of a magazine. He had lost weight, too, and gained some muscles instead. Clearly he'd been working out on a frequent basis. More, his face had lost that slightly puffy look it used to have, and his eyes were clear and bright. There was no hint of the shy awkwardness he'd displayed at their first meeting ever. Instead, he seemed confident and self-assured and completely at ease.

"Wow," Alex breathed. "You've...really changed, James."

"It's all because of you," he gushed. "After spending the night with you, I woke up and decided I was going to change everything about myself. I opened my eyes that morning, got out of bed, and decided to completely reinvent myself. You showed me how amazing it felt to be desired, how fucking awesome sex is, how making friends and just interacting with people isn't something to be afraid of. I was such a fucking idiot back then. But anyway, I asked Dad to take me along with him when he goes to the gym every week, and I've been eating better too. I've made a bunch of friends at my school--real, actual friends, not digital ones, and they're like brothers to me. I went out and got a job at a sporting goods store to make some money and the manager says he might promote me if I keep doing well!" He smirked. "I've gone on, like, a lot of dates too, and fucked like four other girls so far. I used everything you taught me to make sure it was good for them as well as for me, and I've got some more dates lined up this weekend too!"

Alex felt a warm glow spread through her chest--a sense of pride and an almost maternal affection. "That's amazing, James.," she said sincerely. "I'm so happy for you and I'm glad I could be the one to help you break out of your shell." She smirked. "I'm curious about these other girls you've been fucking. C'mon, give me the details. Are they hot? Where'd you fuck 'em?"

James laughed. "The first one was a girl from my school--a girl from my English Lit class. We went and saw a movie and afterward we fucked in her car in the parking lot." He leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "And let me tell you, she was tight as a fucking glove."

"Nice. And the second one?"

"A waitress at one of my dad's favorite restaurants. We went out to eat and I slipped her my number. She called me the next day," James continued, his voice low and excited. "We talked for hours, and then she invited me out. We had a great time doing karaoke and then we went back to her apartment. She was all over me all night!"

Alex nodded, smiling at his enthusiasm. "See? That's what happens when you take the leap. What about the third girl?"

"She was a friend of a friend," James went on, his cheeks reddening slightly. "There was a party at her place one Friday, and we ended up in a hot tub together. It just kind of happened."

"I can imagine," she tittered. "And the last one?"

"Just two days ago. I saw her at the gym during one of my weekly trips with my dad and we started chatting. She's a real wildcat and had a lot of endurance. I was so drained afterwards I could barely walk!" James laughed.

Alex grinned. "So, it's been a pretty successful journey for you, it seems."

"You have no idea," confirmed James.

"Well, then, why don't we celebrate your newfound confidence?" Alex suggested, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. She stepped closer to him, her hand sliding over his chest to trace the buttons of his shirt. "You look so handsome now, so confident and sexy. I'm already soaking wet. Here, see for yourself."

James didn't need any encouragement. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, so he could dip his hand between her legs and under the short hem of her sexy dress. When he touched the silken panties she wore beneath he felt the warm wetness immediately. "That excited, are you?" he asked in a husky tone.

"Oh, yeah." Alex turned her head up. "Now kiss me, James. Let me see if you've learned to be a better kisser. Kiss me and touch me and fuck me the way a slutty girl like me deserves to be fucked."

James's lips crashed against hers an instant later and Alex let the sensations carry her away. She felt his tongue tangling with her own and his hands running up her body, cupping her ass, moving up her back, groping her breasts. She welcomed it and arched slightly to give him better access. When he began to undo the ties that held the dress in place, she made no attempt to stop him.

The dress fell to the floor, revealing Alex's lingerie-clad body, which was just as stunning as the last time he saw her. Alex grinned at the way his eyes widened. "Is it as good as you remember?"

"Better. Way better. Get down on your knees and suck my cock."

"Ooh, so commanding," she cooed teasingly. "I like it."

Without hesitation, Alex dropped to her knees before James. He was already hard, his cock straining against his pants. She unbuckled his belt and unzipped him, freeing his erection into the open air. It sprang out at her, thick and pulsing and utterly glorious. Alex licked her lips and took it into her mouth.

James's breath hitched as she began to suck him gently, using her tongue to tease the sensitive slit at the tip of his cock. Alex could feel his hands in her hair, guiding her movements, forcing her to take him deeper and deeper with every bob of her head.

"So good," he said in a strained tone. "Fuck, Alex..."

With that, she redoubled her efforts and used all the knowledge she'd gained in the sexual arts to give James the best blowjob he ever had. Alex hollowed her cheeks, swirled her tongue, bobbed her head, and used her breathing to create a suction effect that had James groaning in pleasure. He began thrusting in time with her, gently at first and then with more force until he was face-fucking her hard and fast as she gurgled and drooled all over his cock.

"Such a slut," James said, stroking her cheek as he made her deep-throat his whole length. "Does anyone else know you're such a dirty girl?"

Alex shook her head, unable to speak around the dick in her mouth. She felt drool and precum dripping down her lips and chin, her eyes watering slightly. She pulled away again and grinned up at him. "Just you and the other lucky clients who get to fuck me," she whispered.

James's eyes lit up at her words, his cock pulsing with excitement. "Get up," he said. "I wanna fuck you over the kitchen counter like a slutty housewife. Bend over it and spread those gorgeous legs for me."

Alex giggled and obeyed, her heart racing with excitement. She'd never had sex in such a public place before, but the thrill of it made her wetter than she had ever been. She leaned over the counter, her ass high in the air, her panties still on but already soaked through. James tore them away and she hurriedly undid and discarded her bra.

He kissed the back of her neck. "You're so beautiful," he murmured before grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling her head back. "You know what I'm going to do to you, don't you?"

"Yeah. You're gonna fuck me," Alex panted. "And I'm going to love every second of it."

"Fucking right I am." He lined himself up at her entrance and then, with a single thrust, plunged deep inside her. She was so wet he slid into her effortlessly and Alex gasped at the feel of him.

Her breasts bobbed and jiggled as James began to pump into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as they fucked right there in his parents' large kitchen. Alex's eyes rolled up into their sockets and all the stress of her double life, all her worries, fell away. This, right here, was all that mattered. The feeling of a guy inside her, the sweet pain of his grip on her hips, the way his dick hit her G-spot with every thrust. It was heaven.

"Harder," she whispered. "Fuck me harder. You know me, James, you know you don't have to be gentle. I'm not some virgin doing this for the first time. Don't hold back or act like I'm made of glass. Fuck me as hard as you can! I can take it!"

Her words seemed to inflame James further and he began to pound into her with a ferocity that had her crying out and gasping for breath. The sound of their bodies slapping together was obscene in the quiet of the kitchen, the sound echoing off the marble countertops and gleaming stainless steel appliances. Every hard thrust of his cock became deliciously painful, his grip shifted from her hips to her breasts and he swirled her tits with his fingers as he slammed into her again and again. Alex cried out but could do nothing other than take it.

There was no tenderness in what they were doing. James was fucking her like a piece of meat, like a worthless, brainless bimbo, a sex doll to be used and then discarded like so much garbage. And Alex fucking loved it. She felt his nails dig into her flesh and she moaned, pushing back against him, urging him to go harder and faster. She didn't know if she enjoyed it more because she was getting paid for it or because she genuinely enjoyed it, but she didn't care. All she cared about was the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her wet, welcoming cunt, the smack of skin on skin, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

The truth was that deep down, Alex got off on being objectified. She got off on being used. She got off on being treated like she was disposable and replaceable. Daddy had always taught her to value herself, but she no longer did what Daddy wanted. She didn't want to be a good girl ever again. She wanted to be who she was: a high-class call girl who loved to fuck and get fucked.

Her thoughts were interrupted when James reached around and began playing with her clit, rubbing it in circles as he pummeled into her. Stars burst in her head. Alex's fingers scrabbled at the marble countertop. "Oh, fuck! James! That feels so good! You feel so good!"

"Fucking hell," James panted, his grip on her hips tightening even more. "God, you're so tight and hot and wet around me, Alex! Best pussy ever, hands down!"

He thrust into her harder than ever. James's body began to shine with sweat as he took Alex for all she was worth. He put so much effort into each thrust of his cock that his whole body shook with it. Alex came with a screech and her spasming cunt coated his shaft with her feminine excretions, but he didn't slow down. He kept right on going, pushing into her as deep and hard as he could until Alex thought he might tear her apart.

She came again, harder this time, her pussy clenching around him so tight that James had to bite his lip to keep from cumming too soon. He didn’t want this to end too quickly, but it was taking all his self-control not to fill her with his seed as he felt her orgasm massage his dick. He slapped her ass, the sound echoing in the room, and she gasped, pushing back into him, begging for more. "Yes, James, yes!"

"You like that, don't you, you dirty slut?" he grunted, his hand coming down again. Alex moaned, her cheek pressed against the cold marble.

"Who's a good little whore?" he demanded with a third spank.

Alex's cheeks were already a rosy red from the previous two smacks. "I am!" she yelped, her voice muffled by the countertop. "I'm a good little whore for you, James! Please, keep going! Cum for me! Cum inside me!"

"You're such a cum dumpster, aren't you?" he laughed.

"Yes!" Alex panted. "I'm a cum dumpster, a dirty, slutty, bad girl! I was raised to know better but I don't give a fuck! I choose this! I choose to be a whore for you and all my clients! I choose to fuck around all the time and I choose to be the kind of girl I was always warned about! So just let go and fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

The words seemed to push James over the edge. With a roar, he did just that, slamming into her one last time before he erupted deep inside her. Alex felt his hot cum fill her up, felt it spurt into her womb, and she screamed in pleasure as another orgasm crashed over her. Her knees buckled and she had to grab the counter to stay upright as James's cock continued to pulse and empty his seed into her. He held her in place with one hand and slapped her with the other, landing a stinging blow on her cheek not once, not twice, but four times in a row. He was smacking her around like a ragdoll, but Alex loved it.

He withdrew and she whimpered at the emptiness she felt at the loss of him. His cum gushed out from between her swollen pussy lips and dripped onto the floor until it made a small puddle. Alex had to keep gripping to counter so she didn't fall onto the marble tiles.

James was gasping for breath like he'd run a marathon. "Fuck, Alex," he panted. "That was... that was mind-blowing. Even better than last time!"

She nodded weakly. "Hell yeah. You've definitely grown, all right."

He got her a water bottle from the fridge and handed it to her. She drank greedily, then passed it back so he could drain the rest. "Thanks for coming by. This was a lot of fun! We should do this more often," he said.

Alex smirked. "I'd like nothing more, believe me."

"Good. Then I'll make sure to set up another booking soon."

Alex took a paper towel and held it between her legs to stop cum leaking out of her. "I'd love that," she replied, her voice still a little shaky from the intensity of their encounter. She straightened up, her legs wobbly, and turned to face him. James was already getting dressed, but he paused in the act of buckling his leather belt to hand her the envelope containing her fee. "That's for you."

"Much obliged."

She reached for her own clothes and they both dressed in comfortable silence. There wasn't a lot more to say after what they'd just done together. James led her to the door, kissed her--which she eagerly returned--and bade her good night.

"Be safe out there," he said. "I'll see you soon."

Alex stepped out into the night, her body still thrumming with the aftermath of her orgasm. The sound of her heels clicking on the pavement as she walked away from James's house seemed to echo the beat of her racing heart. She was truly happy for him; he'd really done a complete 180-degree turn since their first meeting. He'd gone from a shy, inexperienced boy to a confident young man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. And she was proud that she was the one to serve as a catalyst for that transformation.

She texted Lydia to let her know the session went well, then called another Uber. She had to return the dress to the agency and be back before curfew.

And Daddy doesn't suspect a thing.

Alex climbed into the back of the Uber, her body still humming from James's pounding. She couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at her ability to keep her secret life hidden so well. She had to admit that the thrill of hiding it from him added an extra layer of excitement to the whole thing. It was like living a double life, and she loved every minute of it.

Lydia called her while she was in the car.

"Alex, James just left a gushing review on your agency profile," she said, her tone like that of a proud mother. "And...we have another potential booking for you."

"Go on."

"A biology teacher at a local high school wants her students to have a hands-on, visual lesson about the human reproductive and sexual systems and how they work. She contacted us and asked if one of our girls would be willing to participate. Basically, you would have sex with a young man in that class, in front of the other students, while the teacher explains and they all take notes."

Alex was a little surprised. "That's...rather different from what I normally do. Is everyone in that class gonna be of legal age?"

"Absolutely," Lydia assured her. "It's a class of seniors, like you, and an advanced one at that. It's all above board and everyone involved--the students, their parents, and the teacher--have consented to this unique educational experience. It's all about teaching them the mechanics of it all without any of the awkwardness of traditional sex ed. The teacher's quite progressive and believes that practical demonstration is the best way to learn. You'd be doing a service to these young adults. And, of course, the pay is quite generous."

Alex didn't need to think about it very long. "Sounds fun. Sure, I'll do it! But, um, it's not my high school, is it? That'd be kind of awkward, to say the least."

Lydia giggled. "Of course not. It's a different one, I promise."

"Good. Just wanted to make sure. I'm not ready for my job to be public knowledge."

"I quite understand. I'll call the teacher and make the arrangements. I'll send you the time and date and other details shortly. Thank you."

Alex was grinning with excitement as she hung up the phone. This was definitely different from anything she'd done so far, but that was the fun of being an escort! There was always something new to try, some new form of debauchery to indulge in. She couldn't wait to see what this 'hands-on' biology lesson would be like. The thought of fucking in front of a class full of eager teenagers thrilled her. Those students were going to get a lesson they'd never, ever forget!