Nympho by Andrea Blackstone Read Free Book Online

business traveler delights. Some providers showed their faces while posing in the buff, while others hid their identities within silhouettes or picture free ads.
    The beauty of the set up was that no real email addresses were shown. A provider could remain anonymous until they chose to respond to a curious person. No doubt, all of this fostered the ability for married men, singles, executives, and whoever was looking for sex to hook up. In addition to that, some providers traveled from state to state and posted under other cities to let “fans” know when they could get the hook up. All of this should’ve raised a twenty-four foot red flag for me, but instead, the idea of getting paid to lust became my objective. I suddenly felt walking through this door was an option for. In some twisted way, I felt playing with fire would help me get the thrills I deserved. Every time I’d open my legs, it would be for a stranger. And each and every stranger understood the one, simple, three syllable word that was the code terminology for getting paid to give up the booty— donation.
    After I moved to the front of the class in understanding how to dodge law enforcement and give customers what they wanted in exchange for the moolah, it was time to get ready to give a GFE, a.k.a. girlfriend experience, where I’d perform as the trick’s woman in the bedroom, complete with kissing, cuddling, caressing, and sappy shit like that. It was funny how many married or committed men believed that living in a fantasy world with a woman who pretended to be into him would do the trick. Speaking of tricks, it was time to begin my legitimate secret life turning tricks. Before signing up to be a housewife, I figured I may as well try something freaky and new by giving professional whoring a shot. Maybe if I had more penises at my disposal, I could quiet the throbbing between my legs before it was time to live my boring life with Trey.
    The ad that read: EARN AS MUCH AS YOU WANT in the caption caught my attention. I ended up calling a number and setting up an interview to become a working girl for a man who claimed to collect a finder’s fee after hooking up businessmen and high rollers. He told me if I passed his test, and honored his rules, I could make as much as $1200 a day—fulltime. That was all I needed to hear to give up my conservative looking bun, shave my legs and bikini area, flat iron my hair, and prepare to show him what sweet Innocence was really made of. Although I’d only had three lovers in my entire life, all of them were conservative between the sheets, but watching my fair share of porn had me well prepared to release the freak within.
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    Later that day, I was off to the address I’d been given over the phone. I left my glasses and confined hairstyle at home. I wanted to feel like someone else, the same someone who made Rico forget his girl and hit his boy’s piece in the same day. My car wheels halted in front of a tall, black, wrought iron gate. A mansion sat behind it, and I was stunned. I gulped when two burly looking guards asked me for some sort of code word. I could tell they were guards based on their demeanor, and the fact that they were both dressed in all black.
    â€œCode word?” I replied looking bewildered.
    â€œYeah, what’s the code word?”
    â€œI wasn’t given a code word. I’m just here to see—”
    â€œHe’s joking, sweetheart. May we please see your invitation?”
    â€œI don’t have one of those either. Invitation for what?”
    â€œThere’s a special event going on today. You don’t know? This is the biggest private party of the year.”
    â€œWell I wasn’t told about any of that. I’m just here to see some guy name Brian Delgado.”
    The guard with cornrows looked at me and spoke into a radio. “And your name is?”
    â€œInnocence.”
    â€œShe says her name is Innocence,” he