The Billionaire And The Virgin Escort

Chapter One > >> Looking at the paper that I had been handed over to by Gino, my current boss, that I really did not want to be having at the moment, was really not helping me get any clarity on the situation. I had a time to meet and I was definitely running late at this point. This was very unprofessional of me and simply because I could not get my way around this building. I could not rub myself. I could not rub my head around this big building that I was right in front of, and it was really hard for me to actually understand what I was faced with. It was really hard to make sense of the situation when I got to the first floor and then when I finally was able to make it through by simply saying one thing that I was required to say, that I was here to see Dean Ashley and that I had an appointment. This was my first serious gig since I started this, since I got at this job that I did not like. Yes, I am an escort, a fancy escort, as Gino always likes to call us, and escort for the elites. So this was my first serious job after I got hired and I was really not ready to mess on up because if I do mess it up, like I messed up the first one, then it was going to be extremely hard for Gino to forgive me To actually forgive me and not consider firing me. And that would mean that I'm not able to make the money that I need to making to cover everything that we need to cover this month. After my mother definitely made all my savings disappeared, I really had nothing but stress on my mind and it was not making it any easier for me to think about anything other than what was going on in front of me right now. I start looking around, the paper does not really say much apart from a room number and I try looking around until eventually some woman that had been giving me sight glances and narrowed eyes finally walks up to me. “What are you really doing here? You really need to leave if you are not here to actually see Mr Ashely”. She says to me and I shake my head at her. “No I promise I'm here to see him”. I was so stressed right now. I really did not need any obstacles in front of me. I really had so many things to be thinking about. I had not been able to do what he had required me to do. This job came with so many requirements and I had to make sure that he was happy and getting whatever he wanted and that included how he wanted me to look. I was not able to get the red wig that my best friend Jessica had borrowed me for the photo shoot that I had taken when I got hired and there already was horrible mistake number 1 making me not look like how he wanted to me to look. And I was no professional at makeup. I thought like I looked ridiculous. I could not have Jessica doing my makeup so I had to do it myself. And I really did not want to like myself and say I had tried but I had no other option but to try and motivate myself. Even though I was lying to myself by saying at least I look average, average job at makeup. It was awful and I really did not like how it looked and I know he was not going to like it either. That just added to my nerves. “No, I promise I'm here to see him” I say to the woman and suddenly a door opens and a man walks out, very tall in a suit and his blonde hair is slowly falling over his forehead which he quickly brushes out of his face before giving me an assessing look. I really was not looking for trouble if he was here to give me trouble too. But then he quickly diverted his attention to the woman that was trying to kick me out of the building. “She's coming to me. Leave her be”, he says. And the woman seemingly acts like she does not believe him, but of course does not disobey him. This was my very first highly elite client. I was meeting one of the shareholders and current project manager at Ericsson Investors, a very popular branch of banks which was owned by a very wealthy family, the Ericsson's. And I really never thought I'd actually be in this building, especially since I don't even have a proper bank account that has enough funds to even be walking through these walls. “ Come with me”, he says. And nervously, I follow him. Walking into his office. I can just feel myself trembling. But it's happened every single time. No one finds this attractive. Gino's words are playing in my mind over and over again. “You need to exude sexiness. Be seductive. Nobody's going to find your shaky little inexperienced, pathetic self sexy”, he just kept saying to me. And I really did not want those words to be getting to me right now. But it was failing to not happen. I was really thinking about it very deeply even. And I really could not get out of my head the fact that I felt like I was going to mess it up. Like I was messing up every single job that I got and even the smallest ones, even the jobs where I had to dance, I could not dance to save my life. And it was very unfortunate. It was very unfortunate that I had ended up in the situation that I really had not chosen for myself, Needless to say. And I had not even been doing it for long, long a couple weeks since I started. And I would love to say that I was getting the hang of it or starting to accept the fact that I had to be okay with having a bunch of men touch my body and use it for their s****l satisfaction but that would be a very massive lie then.