EPILOGUE
Jason
Six months later …
God, she was so beautiful. Jennie lay on my bed in LA, spread-eagle and nude, panting with delirium. It’s exactly how I like my women. Or specifically, my woman, singular, because ever since we decided to start dating, Jennie’s been my one and only.
Of course, Southern Charm was horrified when I announced my retirement.
“You’re our best employee!” wailed Pamela, the owner. “Don’t say you’re quitting. What are we going to do?”
I shrugged, totally disinterested. It wasn’t my problem.
“There are tons of good-looking guys. I’m sure you’ll find someone,” I said.
But Pamela let out another yelp, almost crying now.
“But a lot of the guys are dumb! Or gay!” she cried. “You’re the only one we have who’s reasonable.”
I nodded with understanding. After all, seeing how things played out with Reginald and Savannah, there was truth to Pamela’s words. Reggie had been flying the rainbow flag, plus he had no idea how to act. As a result, Savannah’s scheme had been revealed, to everyone’s horror and shock.
But again, Pamela’s human resources problem wasn’t my issue because Southern Charm was never something that was long-term. It was a side gig that I took on out of sheer boredom more than anything. And now that I had a steady girl at my side, there was no reason to go about squiring strange women, no matter how much money Pamela sent my way.
“Five thousand a gig!” she offered tearfully. “And you get to keep ninety percent!”
But I shook my head again.
“Naw, it’s a no go. Sorry,” I said, picking up my jacket. “Best of luck to you guys.”
And with that, I was out the door because Jennie is more important to me. In fact, the curvy girl’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and to have her here, with me now, is the ultimate pleasure that escorting could never provide. Plus, the logistics have gone off without a hitch. I have a buddy who works at Refrain, and after I forwarded him Jennie’s resume, he called me.
“Yo, this girl has some real good credentials,” he whistled. “Too good for Refrain.”
Excellent. That’s what I wanted to hear. “You have a job available for her?” I asked casually. “Jennie’s smart and hard-working. I think you’ll really like this one.”
“We have three openings right now, and if you’ve got more folks like this, then keep ‘em coming,” Bob said. “Good people is hard to find, and this candidate has all the qualifications we’re looking for.”
So that was that. Jennie was able to switch employers within a month, and she loves Refrain. It’s a newsmagazine with a lifestyle bent, which makes for a good transition out of the beauty and fashion industry. And so far, my girl loves it.
So yeah, I’d say that things have worked out well. Jennie moved into my penthouse and started her new job all in the same week. It’s a lot of change in a short amount of time, but she handled it with ease and grace. And now, after five months of living together, I want to reward her.
As she lies with her legs spread, heaving and trembling on my bed, I press a kiss to her cunt, savoring that tangy taste as she squeals again.
“Oh god, Jason!” is her breathless moan. “Oh god, yes!”
But I have something special planned for her today.
“Baby I want to try something new,” is my low growl. Her eyes flicker open slightly, meeting mine in a daze. But then she nods.
“Anything,” is her soft murmur, and my heart leaps again. Because this is what I love about Jennie. She was brave enough to try a male escort agency, and now she’s brave enough to go where I lead her. Slyly, I pull out a dildo from the side table where I stashed it, and her eyes grow wide because this isn’t your average dildo. It’s not that it’s extraordinarily huge or thick, although of course, it’s both those things. It’s the fact that the dildo resembles an ear of corn, with plenty of nubs like kernels that are going to feel amazing sliding in and out of her cunt.
“Are you serious?” she gasps, staring at the toy. “Where did you get that?”
“Where doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” I whisper in her ear while slowly guiding the enormous toy into her pussy. The brunette’s head tilts back, her mouth opening slightly with ecstasy as those puffy lips part, accepting the monster within. “What matters is that you enjoy it.”
And with that, I take my little girl on the ride of her life. Because this is what matters to me. Her happiness. Her love. Her satisfaction. And although we met later in life as an escort and his client, I’ll never stop loving Jennie … because she completes me, as no other woman can.
THE END
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