Brisbane Escort Girls Stories: The Mob Boss Type

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I'm gonna make you feel so good, you'll cream yourself without touching.”

That's what he whispered in my ear. He was dangerously sexy. Like a mob boss. He was fit for his age. There's a bit of a beer belly going on, but his muscles were still bulging. As one of the top Brisbane Escort Girls, he hired for a full night. That alone is telling of how rich the guy was.

I wasn't a beginner escort. I am on the top of the echelon, at my prime. I'd like to compare myself to Whitney Houston in her prime: beautiful, high-maintenance and downright bitchy, and expensive. I am sinfully expensive.

He had green eyes. It's a stunning shade of emerald – a kind colour, but framed to his face, it screamed mischief and danger. From the moment I stared into his eyes at the uberly classy bar under his equally classy hotel, I knew he was someone not to be messed with.

You know those people who screamed silent edge? The types who you would leave alone at a crowded bar, sitting by themselves? The ones who you really want to bang but you're too frightened to make a move? Even approach? He was that type, and more.

Take off your clothes, but not your underwear.”

I obliged as I always do. This was what I do best. He wanted a striptease. I gave him a show.

I had on a sexy, skimpy, probably slutty cobalt blue dress. I knew I looked good in it. It showed my tight ass and perpetually tanned skin. In that dress, I'd rate myself a ten.

I stalked towards him. My eyes locked on his, a hint of a grin on my lips. When I reached him, I rubbed my body on him, fully-dressed, feeling his body through the fabric. He's tall too, at least a couple inches on my 5'7.

I turned my back on him, whispered, “Zip me down.”

His breathing hitched, and I knew I got him. The sound of my dress' zipper being lowered down was the only tangible sound in the room.

You're kind of a naughty girl, aren't you?” He whispered in my ear.

I stripped down my dress, making him watch. I stuck my booty out as I got out of the dress, giving him a full view of my ass, with my vulva peeking.

He groaned audibly. I smiled in spite of myself. I am not a top Brisbane Escort girls for nothing.

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