1. Lipstick Lesbian - Part One


    Date: 11/1/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Beckie2309, Source: LushStories

    I was an escort of sorts, for women. A few of them just wanted me as a trophy, whilst the majority wanted me as their lover. Many of the times a client would present an offer and I can’t deny that I wasn’t tempted. Some of the women I would attend events with were actually beautiful, but most were just as sleazy as some of the men you meet. The reason why I never accepted an offer, or succumbed to the advances of one of the women I entertained was because I was straight, completely and utterly straight. I had never had a sexual experience with a girl, and the thought never crossed my mind, that was until I started university. That was when the real problems started. *** BANG BANG BANG Well that was the door, again, an angry landlord probably waiting at the other side most likely wanting the last two months’ rent. “For fuck sake Hattie, this is the last time I do you a favour. Pay the money and everything will go back to normal,” he barked through the keyhole. “Sorry Ken, I’ve been advised not to open the door as I’ve got the norovirus. It’s really infectious and I think I’m gonna … ” I stopped for emphasis as I mimicked gipping sounds as I pretended to throw up. I screwed up my eyes and breathed a silent sigh as I just realised how far I had sunk, just so he’d lay off about the rent. “I’m sick of your shit. Pay by Friday or get the fuck out,” he spat before I heard his heavy and repetitive footsteps walk away from my door and down the stairway. I was relieved, elated in ...
    fact. That man was my saviour at times, although he was a perverted arse. He had given me a few days so I could get my act together and get some serious cash, hopefully before I lost my home. *** “What are you going to do, Tee?” Mora asked when she rang, adding the nickname I'd acquired through my name and my love of Earl Grey Tea. “I’ve no clue, Mora. I might as well just whore my body out, I might get a buck or two,” I sighed, deflated. “Well funny you should mention that,” she quickly responded. “What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I was kidding, and it’s not even legal. I’m not some sort of prostitute.” I was slightly hurt she had even considered that career route for me. “Wait, hear my out. You always jump to conclusions when what I have in my amazing mind could quite simply sort out your money problems, and social life,” she quipped before laughing. “I have a social life!” I defended quickly, but she sniggered and continued. “Yeah, okay then. I know I’ve never really divulged any information about my job or anything but it’s a lucrative business and one which I think you’d be amazing at.” “Go on?” “It’s simple really, be an escort.” I scoffed; escorts were just a nicer way of saying prostitute and a legal title that won’t slap you with a jail sentence or community service. “It’s the same goddamned thing,” I strained. “It’s far from the same as a prostitute, you haven’t even let me finish. You wouldn’t just be any old escort, hired to do with as the client pleases. You’ll ...
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