Call Girl, Escort for the V.I.P

Corporate Party ✔

Still, on a buzz from last night, that party had been intense, but I enjoyed it. Oh my god, all I could think about was his emerald-green eyes. I was totally lost in his eyes. !Bang!, fucking asshole. I whispered, forgetting I'm in class, well it is my last class for this week with this jerk. Seated in the middle with another student called Brandon. I have known Brandon for a while, but I think he's got the hots for me, he only has this class once a week, but he is in my maths class we sit together all the time we are really good friends. He works in a pub not far from my bedsit sometimes we meet there for a chat. He is good-looking and in good shape, and he is a college soccer player hanging with the cool kids, I never mixed with the popular kids, I thought they were too self-centred up their own arses. Well, Mr Zanders is scanning the room. I look to Brandon. "He is going to call me out again, this guy is a fucking jerk." Brandon looks at me and smiles, he then touches my hand.

"It might be because you are beautiful." Peered at him. What a cheesy line I shook my head.

"Thank you for the compliment, Brandon." He smiles at me and, guess who is standing beside us, yeah you got it, fucking Mr jerk, waiting for him to say something, but he walks back to the board, placing my head on Brandon's shoulder. "That was fucking close." Brandon laughs. Start to turn to look at the board and knew he is staring at me; I sank into my chair and put my hand over my face. Then, sitting up straight took my pen out to take notes from the board. Brandon whispers in my ear.

"He does not get enough sex that is why he is so fucking grumpy." Letting out a little chuckle, I just could not help it. Mr Zanders looks up at us, and Brandon sits up with a smile, I am trying not to laugh, but Mr Zanders is staring at me. Just wanted the class to be over. He starts asking questions he looks at me.

"Miss Harris, did you do your assignment?" What a wanker it was not due until next week, but I did do it.

"Yes, I did. Do you want it?" I say sarcastically.

"Leave it on my desk on your way out."

"Okay." He looks at me again, this man is so uptight none of my other lecturers are like him, maybe Brandon's right, he is not getting enough. The clock bell rings standing, grabbing my bag and the paper to put on his desk, place the paper on his desk and walk out the door swear I could sense him watching me. My Uni day had finished, so I headed back home to do some studying. My phone rang, Tess is calling. "Hi Tess."

"Shelby, I got an extra one for you tonight, so you got two clients, are you able to do that."

"Yes, not a problem, just email the details and I will get ready."

"Okay, Shelby, we have a gift her for you, from last night's client, I will send it in the car that is your second client tonight."

"Okay, no problem, speak to you soon." Tess hung up put my phone on the table, not believing I am going back to the same house he sent me a gift. Knowing I need the money; my student loan is due for a payment. Get ready for my first client wait for the car. The bodyguard knocks on my door hands me a box. I open it and stand back in amazement at a beautiful red dress. A ballgown but a fucking tight ballgown, a note asking me to wear it tonight with a mask. Well this client's got good taste, but a mask again. Leave with the box knowing I will not have time to come home change plus I would normally change in the limo if the client's times are close together.

I am with my first client who is an old gentleman, he just wanted someone to escort him to dinner, we sit talking about his good old days. Which I did find fascinating, all the places he had travelled famous people he had met. Our dinner finished I thanked him for a lovely evening, he gave me a kiss on the cheek I left.