When I say the word PARTY, what’s the first thing that comes to your mind? How about a closed, private party with two to three extremely hot and willing-to-do-anything professional elite hookers? Have you ever been to one of those?
If not, maybe you should give it a shot. As you can imagine, it’s an experience you’ll never forget.
They call me Seth and I’m a personal bodyguard of the hot group of the elite party hookers. This is my “day in the office.”
Although, I personally prefer the term “porn stars” rather than “hookers” because, as you will see, these ladies have taken the concept of paid sexual pleasures to a whole new level. And it’s relatively easy to arrange a private party with them.
Craigslist rendered pimps obsolete
You see, pimps are history. Today, ladies are organizing themselves and using Craigslist to find the gigs. To stay alive, unharmed, and most importantly, unpimped, they are scouting for and hiring guys like me to protect them.
My job is simple. I pick them up, drive them to the location, go in first, do a quick check and then move aside to let them work their magic.
I actually saw guys jizz on one another from all the arousal these ladies are capable of creating without even touching them. Not the most pleasant memory, but it happens often and it shows how brutally efficient they are in what they do.
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How did I get this dream job?
As usual, by pure coincidence. I decided to move to another city. After settling in, I found a favorite bar to have my morning coffees and to read the newspaper.
Picture a big guy with the shaved head, short circle beard and a tattoo of a dragon, wrapped around his right arm, stretching from the fist all the way up to the neck with fire touching the jaw and the ear. And he’s sipping his morning coffee on a terrace of a local bar while reading the latest news.
Would you consider offering him a bodyguard job?
Well, she did.
I remember it was a pleasantly warm morning and I was reading some funny column.
“Good morning,” she said, “can I ask you something?”
I’ve been seeing this woman frequently. Long legs, perfect ass, and a beautiful face. Just a perfect hooker.
How did I know?
I spent years in vice. Can smell a hooker or a dealer from a mile away.
Every now and then, this particular lady would sit a couple of tables away from mine and scan me. Like she can’t decide whether she should approach me or not. Whether I’m “safe” or not.
To make the long story short, she offered me a grand to drive her and two of her girlfriends to some private party and keep them safe. Drive in, take care, drive back, that’s it. Simple.
Had the privilege to bust in on a couple of those parties so I knew what she was asking me to do. Girls frequently end up beaten, raped and even worse. Too much testosterone mixed with cocaine, that’s all. What starts as a peep show, turns into a nasty horror in a snap, if there isn’t someone who keeps an eye on the situation.
That grand seemed nice because, well, it is nice to make a grand in a couple of hours doing practically nothing.
At least I thought that. However, God had something entirely else in mind.
Testosterone, alcohol, cocaine and three hot, naked ladies, eating each other’s pussies. A situation that has disaster written all over it.
God is a funny guy with the weird sense of partying. And he happened to be in the mood for something different on my very first gig.
I picked up the ladies and drove them 25 miles to the location. It was a private estate, relatively isolated from the civilization, which only elevated my already raised concern.
The large wooden door opened while we were climbing up the stairs. Some small dude, already wasted as fuck, opened up and invited us in.
I went in, checked the crowd, and escorted ladies in a room so they could prep themselves.
The crowd was already drunk and loud. It was one of those bachelor parties where the best man wants to make it unforgettable for the groom. Only, this night, the groom’s best man did a piss poor job on the guest list.
Three ladies, that I was hired to keep safe, were changing their clothes. Jessie, the one that hired me, was the group’s boss. She came up with the entire concept and pitched the other two to join her. Now, they were stretching all over the place, pulling up their minimalistic sexy outfit. Cunts and assholes wherever I look.
Just imagine standing in a room surrounded by the three absolutely perfect, fully naked women’s bodies. Whether you want it or not, the brain starts pumping the blood in your dick. At least for the first couple of times.
The rules are simple.
Beside the “accessories” three of them are using during the “entertainment,” nothing else is allowed to penetrate in any of the available holes and it was one of my duties to prevent it from happening.
Everything started smoothly. They were giving random lap dances. Kissing each other. Touching each other.
Then they went down and started eating each other’s pussy. Don’t know if you’ve ever had a chance to witness three girls in an erotic clinch, but if possible, you gotta see that. It’s even hard to explain it with the words.
The crowd was ecstatic. Wild. Loud. You could smell the testosterone.
And then, one of the girls took out this large pink dildo while the blond one got on her knees. It was time for the brutal dildoing act. Again, something you simply gotta experience in a lifetime.
In one moment, all three were down, forming a circle, each fucking the one in front with the dildo. Guys were going mad.
And then it happened. One fuck simply couldn’t control himself and that’s all it takes to turn the wonderful erotic show in a potential bloodbath.
He jumped between them, with his pants down and dick up, and tried to stick it in the blond one’s cunt. Other men simple went ballistic and in a nanosecond, the whole hell broke loose.
Luckily, I was right there, with the Desert Eagle on standby. One single shot of that 50mm caliber beast and a couple of tactical kicks in faces and abdomens are enough to calm the rampaging rhino, let alone a dozen of drunken 30-year-old momma’s boys.
Without going into many details, let’s say that the best man was forced to pay the penalties. 30% on top of the agreed because girls didn’t get the chance to make their usual extras after the show if you know what I mean. I made sure he comes up with the money before we leave.
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I remember driving back to the city and thinking how my every Saturday night will look like this from now on.
Jessy turned to me and told me that it’s rare for something like this to happen. It was like she knew what was worrying me. The girl was experienced, that’s all.
I was wondering what happened to my predecessor but didn’t want to ask in that point.
An hour later, I dropped them all at their apartments and went to my flat with two grand in my pocket. Got the bonus for handling the situation in such an efficient manner. The girls went home with $3-4K each. Good money for a night of wild sex.
Anyway, that’s how I made my first money as a bodyguard of the elite party hookers.
Next morning I got the message from Jessie.
She and Paula, the group’s blondie arranged the gig at some yacht. A small group of businessmen was looking for some special entertainment and girls were set to give it to them.
That night, I was watching a unique erotic show. Something only a handful of people witnessed during the lifetime. And something that’s paid more than I’ve ever anticipated. For the money the girls have received that night, you could buy a small estate in the countryside. But they also made it worth of money.
Picture two hot, naked ladies, wearing nothing but the high heels, standing in the middle of the lower deck’s room.
Five older guys are sitting in chairs, organized in a circle and each of them is holding a piece of paper with the number. It’s the lottery they played before we came.
All five men are naked, obviously aroused and waiting their turn. Each of them will be fucked by both of the girls. They are even allowed to slip them a tongue or finger them both, in any of the holes they are desiring. It’s the bonus privilege that adds to the fee in the amount you wouldn’t believe. That includes but it’s not limited to anal sex or use of sex toys. It’s a full-scale orgy, happening right in front of my eyes.
All that time, I’m sitting behind the large bar made of teak, sipping my XO, ready to jump in if the situation escalates into a potential violence. Although, truth to be said, in some points, it was hard to distinct rough sex from the pure act of violence. My eyes were on Jessie, waiting for a signal.
The guys paid for the entire night of fun, which means that they overdosed on cocaine and Viagra.
One by one, they were led to their first orgasms by Jessie and Paula.
Forget about the porn movies. These ladies were the next level. They were doing things to these men that I didn’t even know were possible. Needless to say that my jeans became extremely tight.
I’ve seen enough of live anal sex for the lifetime that night. Every guy wanted to stick his dick in each of those two shiny and wet buttholes. Lubricant tubes were all over the room. You could literally smell the sex in the air.
And it was going on for hours. I was simply amazed what a bit of cocaine and couple of Viagra pills can do for a man. The oldest of them was way in his 50s but the guy was drilling for hours, reaching one orgasm after another.
Jessie and Paula were giving blowjobs, handjobs, jerking their dicks with their silicone tits, riding them, allowing them to fuck them in their asses. In one moment, three guys were screwing Paula, filling her every available hole. It was clear that the lottery has lost every meaning after the first round and everything turned into some apocalyptic sex orgy where bodies are all mixed up and you don’t really know who’s fucking whom.
I had a problem trying to understand how these two girls can keep such high levels of energy and endure wave after a wave or brutal sexual assaults because these guys were determined to fuck their brains out.
And to be quite honest, they did fuck their brains out because girls slept for 18 hours each after I drove both of them to Jessie’s place at the break of dawn.
She asked me to crash in just so they would feel safe.
I made myself a snack and took some rest on a sofa while they went in bedrooms. Guess the kind of dreams I had and the power of the boner that woke me up around noon. Add the fact that I had two extremely hot professional escort ladies sleeping above my head and you can imagine the size of my problem.
I know what you are thinking. Did I ever have a privilege to have sex with all three of them?
Contrary to the answer you are expecting…
Yes. I did. The foursome with three elite hookers, on the house. Repeatedly. And one time, I’ll tell you all about it.
Bet you are jealous right now, ain’t ya?
Well, grow some ballz, shave your head, put some hardcore tattoo on your arm and be ready to see some weird and definitely sick things along the way. Because there’s only one way to see if you have the guts to provide close body protection for the elite escort ladies who are offering the full service – everything the human race has ever come up with to satisfy even our sickest sexual desires.
Are you sure you wanna see and perhaps even feel most of them one way or another?
You better be, because that’s where boys separate from men.
Next time, I tell you all about how I ended up in bed with all three of them.
‘Till then!
Seth
