Secret Escort Stories: Mr Guilty

An entry from my personal diary

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I pulled into the Hilton hotel car park and sent the client a text message: I’m here. Which room are you in?

208 but I’m not ready yet! Sorry! Please give me 10 minutes! came his reply. Our appointment was due to start at 5:30 and it was now 5:28, I sighed, I had reserved the hour from 5:30-6:30pm in my diary and had other things to do that evening, but I put on my best customer service hat and told him not to worry.

I waited in my car and changed into my heels, touched up my make up and brushed my hair whilst I waited.

10 minutes later I texted him: I’m on my way in, see you soon

No, no, no please I’m not ready! Sorry! came his hasty response

Very well but your hour begins now, I have to be somewhere later so can’t stay longer

The fact he was disrespectful of my time made me feel annoyance before we had even met. Not the best way for him to make a good impression. I waited another 10 minutes then announced that I was coming in.

I strutted across the hotel lobby in my heels, smiling at the reception staff and headed directly towards the room. I was always grateful when a client stayed in a hotel with no key required for the lift, it meant I could walk in quickly and discreetly.

I knocked on room 208, I could hear noise from inside the room but he took what felt like an age to open the door. When he eventually ushered me in, looking panicked and clutching an electric razor in one hand.

“I’m not ready yet! Sorry! I need to shave.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait” I smiled sweetly and sat on the chair in the bedroom whilst the client hurried into the bathroom.

An envelope containing my hourly fee sat on the table so I counted it and popped it in my bag. Now I had been paid I could relax, I didn’t mind waiting if I was on the clock!

5 minutes passed, then 10 minutes.

“Are you okay?” I called out

The panicky client emerged from the bathroom

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m not prepared!”

“You have nothing to worry about. You don’t need to do anything” I calmly assured and walked over to give him a kiss. What was wrong with this man?!

He responded jerkily and frantically, pushing me back on the bed, lifting up my skirt and shoving my thong to one side

“Wow you’re eager” I joked.

He didn’t respond, he seemed lost in another world. As he began giving me oral sex I performed the theatrical moaning noises I was so used to doing, however after merely 30 seconds my client jumped up and ran back into the bathroom. I sat on the bed, amused.

He returned a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Urmm I’m so sorry. So so sorry. I er think I got a bit too excited” he explained

I assured him that was okay, we had plenty of time left for a round two

“No… sorry…sorry… you need to leave” the panic returned to his voice and I noticed a wedding ring on his finger. “Please leave. Sorry”

“No problem” I smiled and grabbed my bag and walked out the door.

I had had plenty of married clients, some acted very confident and happy with what they were doing, some got off on the excitement of cheating, others acted ashamed, but no one had ever appeared as guilty as this guy. He was a panicky mess. Constantly apologising to me when he should, in fact, be apologising to his wife. Obviously, the fantasy of having an affair didn’t quite match up to the reality. If he had been feeling guilty beforehand then the post-orgasm clarity had made him feel even worse.

It didn’t bother me, any personal relationships a client had were none of my business. I had been hired for a job and I had done what I was paid to do. It was clear that he wouldn’t book me again and become a regular but I wondered whether the event would have a positive impact on his personal life or whether he would be too wracked with guilt. Either way, I had been paid my fee and got to leave early so it was a win for me!

The Secret Escort x