This story takes place just after the pandemic, or as I like to call it, the plague. I'll start with some information about me and why I hired Anais.

I was a commercial real estate broker in a major city in the United States. The corporation I worked for had very well-to-do clients looking for properties in a few cities where we didn't have offices. I was sent to scout one of those cities for available properties and find suitable places to entertain clients while I was there.

I decided to hire an escort who knew the best places to wine and dine rather than use online suggestions. Yes, some websites offer reviews, but I wanted to visit places and actually experience them to see what they were like before taking someone there.

Our clients aren't stupid and can tell when they are being conned. So, having experienced the cuisine, nightlife, opera house, or other venues would give me some advantage in dealing with them.

When I arrived in my assigned city, I decided to call an escort service. Not a cheap one from Craigslist or some telephone-pole-posted flyers, but one with a good reputation. I knew it wouldn't be inexpensive, but what I would make on commissions down the road would make the escort fee a drop in a bucket. Besides, I could write it off as a business expense.

I debated hiring a male or a female and opted for a female, figuring she wouldn't hit on me, and we'd probably have more in common to talk about while I was researching. I called quite a few, but they seemed sleazy or unprofessional. Then I called Privada. It's Spanish for private, and the person I talked with was very professional.

We discussed why I wanted an escort, fees, where we'd meet, her education, familiarity with the city, the finer restaurants, entertainment venues, etc. The dispatcher, I hate to call her a pimp or madam, had the perfect woman for me, Anais.

I loved her name and looked it up online. It's a Galacian name meaning 'Grace' relating to Galicia in northwestern Spain. I loved it! I didn't know if it was her real name or not, but if it wasn't, I hoped she picked it to suit her personality.

Before arriving in my assigned city, I rented a furnished corporate apartment for one month, cheaper than a hotel room for the same period. Plus, I didn't want someone looking like an escort always coming to a hotel to meet me. People gossip, and I wanted to avoid that. An apartment made more sense.

Before actually meeting Anais, she called, and we talked for an hour or so. She wanted to know a bit about me, her duties, and whether there would be any 'extras'. I had to laugh at that, then I apologized. She wondered why it was so funny. I told her I was straight and there wouldn't be any 'extras'.

She laughed; it sounded sarcastic, but I let it go. She said she'd take the job. It sounded nice, and it seemed legitimate. We went over my list of places. She culled a few and added a few more. I told her I appreciated her advice and would probably ask for more. She said she was glad she could help. I gave her my address, and we scheduled a Friday night to actually go out and see the places firsthand.

I thought two venues per date would be plenty, with dinner and some club or event. I had close to thirty days, so I wasn't rushed. I figured three or four a week would be enough to get me going. It was a business expense tax write-off anyway.

I made reservations for dinner at one of the Italian restaurants Anais suggested; after dinner, she offered a club for dancing. Our dinner reservation was at seven, and promptly at six-thirty, there was a knock on my door. When I opened it, there stood Anais. Wow!

She was five-foot-ten, at least, wearing open-toed stilettos. Her blonde hair was long and straight to the middle of her back, and she barely had any make-up; she didn't need it with her dark olive complexion. She wore a short little black dress with a deep V-cut that just gave a hint of her perfect cleavage. Then, to top it off, her smile was infectious. I didn't ask, but she couldn't have been much older than I was. She didn't look like what I thought an escort looked like, which was a relief.

She grinned as she shook my hand, "Hello, Miranda, I'm Anais. It's a pleasure to meet you."

I hesitated, took her all in, reached out with my hand to shake hers, and said, "Hello, it's nice to meet you also, Anais. Thank you again for accepting the job."

I'd dressed in classic black pumps, a grey pantsuit, a jacket, and a beige silk blouse. Why I didn't wear a skirt, I'll never know. I think my mind was still in business mode and not leisure mode. I stand about five-foot-five, and with my four-inch heels, making me just a shade shorter than Anais. My hair is charcoal black, straight, and just off my shoulders. I'm in decent shape because I run, swim, and have a road bike. I've completed six 'sprints,' which are smaller triathlons. But Anais looked like a goddess next to me.

I mentioned to Anais that I thought I was underdressed compared to her, but she said I looked hot and we'd turn heads tonight. I blushed because I knew she would; she was spectacular.

I invited my 'date' in, debating if I should change into something more alluring, but we needed to get going, so I grabbed my clutch and keys. I looked around, picked up my phone, told her I was ready, and we went to my car.

The drive wasn't too long, and we didn't talk much. I used the valet parking, and Anais followed me in. It felt like I was out on a date with an escort, mostly business talk and very little of that. When our server showed up, she greeted us but focused on me—asking what we'd like to drink, not paying attention to Anais.

After she left, I wondered aloud why she didn't ask Anais what she wanted, as a typical server does.

Anais giggled, "Sweetie, she thinks I'm your kitten, and you're my Domme, or at least you're in charge here. Look at how we're dressed. You have the stuffy business outfit, and I'm the kitten dressed to the nines you're showing off. You really are straight, aren't you?

I blushed, "Yes, and very naive, I guess."

Anais giggled, "Don't worry, Miranda. By the time we finish dating, you'll be fully educated."

I was going to ask what she meant by that, but our server showed up, and we got distracted. We both ordered chicken dishes, nothing heavy since we were going dancing after. I bought a bottle of white wine to go with our meal. Then, I started making notes about the restaurant as Anais and I talked.

It started to feel like a first date, getting to know each other and discovering commonalities. She'd been a cheerleader in high school, got a scholarship to a well-known university on the East Coast, majored in finance, and graduated summa cum laude. In the business world, she got tired of the glass ceiling and accidentally discovered that being an escort was much more rewarding financially. She'd taken several self-defense courses and practiced Muay Thai. I didn't ask why, I just assumed she'd had trouble with a client at some point and didn't want that to happen again.

I was impressed. I told her about my life and how I got to where I am.

We talked all through dinner and the bottle of Chardonnay. We were enjoying each other's company so much that I was surprised that dinner lasted for just over two and a half hours. When we finally left to go dancing, I was glad the screener had recommended Anais.

The club we visited was crowded, a very good sign. I'm not a club-goer. I prefer reading a good book and snuggling on my sofa with a nice glass of Cabernet. However, I was here on business, not for my own personal gratification.

I followed Anais into the club, keeping an open mind. We got drinks, mine was just club soda, and wandered around, sipping and observing. We practically had to yell over the music to hear each other. So, we opted to whisper in each other's ear when we had something to say.

The first time we tried that, Anais slipped her arm around me and whispered some little, trivial facts about the club. Her breath was warm against my skin, and I thought I felt her lips barely brush my earlobe as her hand slowly rubbed my hip and lower back. If I didn't know any better, I'd have sworn she was looking for some sort of reaction from me.

Her touch the first time sort of surprised me, and gave me goose bumps. After that, I got used to it and reciprocated her closeness. I think she enjoyed it because she kept smiling and telling me little odd facts about the venue.

As we sipped and chatted, we were both asked to dance a couple of times and declined. Anais could see I wasn't enjoying myself wandering around, so after our first drink, she suggested we dance.

I hadn't danced in years and felt self-conscious on the dance floor. Anais picked up on that and mouthed, "Just do what I do." So, I mimicked her moves as best I could because I'm not the most coordinated person in the world. We danced to two numbers and then got another drink. I was beginning to feel a little more comfortable when two women in their early twenties asked us to dance. I looked at Anais; she smiled and followed one of them to the dance floor. I didn't want to look like a prude, so I went with the other girl. They were gorgeous, one Asian and one Latina, if I had to guess.

I'm thirty years old, and have never been asked to dance by a woman, and definitely not by a hot younger one. These two girls were wild, bumping and grinding on Anais and me, each other, and then trading me with Anais. We danced a couple of songs, then they latched onto our arms and took us back to their table and ordered us drinks before I could say no.

We sat for a few minutes waiting for our drinks when they did a 'divide and conquer' thing with us, separating us so we couldn't see each other. The Asian girl who picked me was very 'handsy', slipping next to me, whispering what she'd like me to do to her, and intermittently nuzzling my neck. I was getting very nervous until her friend tapped her shoulder and whispered something in her ear.

They looked at me, and both took off to find fresh meat.

Anais sat there smiling, “Have you seen enough, Miranda?

I collected myself and told her I had.

Once out the door, where I could hear again, I asked Anais what she said to the girl to get them to leave us alone.

She laughed, took my arm in hers as we continued walking to the valet kiosk, and said, "I told them we were being treated for Chlamydia and needed to let them know before we went home with them."

I stopped and laughed, telling her, "I knew I liked you when we first talked, Anais. That was great! I'll have to remember that."

She smiled, "You're welcome, sweetie. I've used that before with clients I don't particularly care for when they want more than I want to give them."

I probably shouldn't have been driving; however, I was only drinking club soda at the dance club. I felt pretty good from the wine at dinner. But we weren't far from my apartment, and I was meticulous, following Anais's directions. We arrived at my apartment without incident, and I asked Anais not to let me do that again.

When we exited the car, Anais suggested she come in with me. I looked at her, wondering why she said that, then asked. She apologized and explained that she wanted to look at my wardrobe. My business suit was nice, but not for nights on the town and entertaining.

Then she added a barb, commenting under her breath, "It's no wonder you're single, sweetie."

It was a good thing I was in a good mood, so I offered, “Would you like to come in, Anais?”

She smiled and sarcastically replied, “Why yes, Miranda, that would be lovely. May I see what you brought to go out on the town in?”

I laughed as she hooked my arm again, telling me, "You are adorable, Miranda. We're going to get along just fine, sweetness."

We entered my apartment and headed straight to my bedroom. She opened the closet and looked at me disappointedly, "We need to go shopping, girlie. This won't do at all. I won't even charge you for my time. I can't have you going out with me dressed in these things. We're supposed to be having fun, not doing business."

Looking at what I brought, she was right, and I told her so.

“You're right, Anais. When would it be convenient for you to accompany me?”

She thought for a moment, “Our next date is Monday night. How about noon tomorrow? This won't be inexpensive, sweet one. But, you'll thank me in the end.”

I sighed, “Noon tomorrow, it is.”

She smiled, "Good girl. I'll pick you up. It's the least I can do, sweetie."

We headed to the door, and before leaving, she kissed me on the cheek, "Don't look so frustrated, Miranda. This is going to change your life. I guarantee it."

I giggled, "Okay, sweet dreams, Anais, and thank you for helping me."

She left, and I closed the door. I hadn't planned on buying a new wardrobe. But it is what it is.

Off to bed, I went after taking a shower. For some odd reason, I was horny, so I managed to jill myself into a sweet little orgasm, thinking about all the sexy clothes I would buy with my newly purchased friend, Anais.

Saturday morning, I looked online at clothes. I had some ideas, but I had a feeling Anais would pick out things that would be sexier and more expensive. Near noon, Anais texted me, telling me she was on her way. It was a nice day, so I decided to wait outside for her. The sun felt good on my face as I looked around, listening to the birds singing and people talking as they wandered around the apartment complex.

It wasn't long before a red metallic Mercedes 450 Cabriolet pulled up to me. It was Anais. I got in, and off we went. We made small talk as she drove; I marveled at the car, about fifty thousand more than I could afford. Maybe if this new city worked out, I could buy one in thirty years.

Anais asked if I'd eaten lunch. I told her, No, I'd just snacked. So, we went downtown and had lunch in one of the better hotels. Anais bought our lunch, which must have cost at least fifty dollars. From there, we walked to a few high-priced department stores and boutiques. At first, we mostly window shopped, with Anais asking how I felt about certain outfits, dresses, blouses, and shoes. Then I started trying things on. I'd model them for her, and she'd adjust this or that, telling me how she liked the fit or not.

She knew what she was doing, and the salespeople were as impressed as I was. We shopped for close to five hours, and I may have maxed out one of my credit cards, or at least it felt like I did. I had enough new outfits and accessories to get me through the month by mixing and matching. Because I had so many bags, we used an Uber to return to Anais' car. I was afraid we couldn't fit everything in that expensive Mercedes, but we did with some creative repackaging.

On returning to my place, I asked Anais if she wanted to stay for dinner. She politely declined, telling me she had a date. It was Saturday night, after all. She smiled and said she'd love a raincheck, no charge. I smiled and thanked her.

We unloaded my new wardrobe, and I bid Anais good night and thanked her for the education. She smiled, planted another kiss on my cheek, and told me she'd just begun educating me.

I unpacked all my goodies and spread them on the bed to look at them. I'd never had a shopping spree like this before, and definitely not this expensive. I pulled some things out of the closet and swapped them for my new attire. I made a mental note to get more hangers. I liked what I bought and knew I would be on par with my lovely escort when we went out.

On Sunday and Monday, I drove around and scouted commercial areas around the city. There were quite a few 'for lease or sale' signs on some excellent properties. I started to wonder if this was a good idea to be spending money when there were so many for lease or sale signs. But I trusted my bosses, who supposedly knew more than I did.

Monday evening, I ate a little bit before my date with Anais. I picked out one of the outfits we bought, A black leather mini skirt with a white button-down short-sleeve blouse and four-inch sling-back heels. Under, I wore a white sheer lace shelf bra and black boy shorts. I left two buttons at the top undone to take advantage of the shelf bra. When I looked in the mirror, I told myself I'd fuck me. I looked hot.

Anais was a little early. She stood waiting at my front door dressed in a tied-backless split-thigh fringe hem halter dress in apricot, which clung to her curves. Her shoes were open-toed, low heels in white, making her just a tiny bit taller than me.

She smiled as she looked me over, "You look so much better in that, Miranda, no more business suit dates, my darling. But let's go to your room; I want to show you something.

We walked in, and Anais had me stand facing the full-length mirror as she stood behind me. Leaning over my shoulder, she whispered, "You look yummy, sweetness, but here."

She reached around me with both hands, cupping my breasts, pushing them up a little more. “See, a hint more cleavage, and you're stunning, girlie."

I was shocked as she cupped my breasts, but I didn't argue, and I had to admit she was right. A little more showing was better. I thought I looked hot before, but a little more cleavage looked better. Not slutty, just better.

Anais gently turned me around and looked me in the eyes as she reached up to loosen the third button on my top. With a smile and soft whisper, she told me she thought a bit more exposure might look just a tiny bit better, but it was my choice.

Anais cupped my breasts again, her thumbs on my nipples as she eased the fabric back on my blouse with her fingers, exposing my breasts a tad more. I don't know if it was intentional, but her thumbs rubbed my nipples as she adjusted the blouse for the perfect look.

My nipples are sensitive, and her thumbs felt divine through the fabric of my top and bra. She finished adjusting, then had me turn around and look. I blushed, my nipples were excited, and my cleavage was up there for viewing.

She asked what I thought, and I told her I wasn't used to exposing the girls that much. She smiled as she reached around from behind me, her body pressed into me. Her soft hands on my breasts once again made me shiver as she looked over my shoulder and whispered as she buttoned me up, "Is this better, sweetie? I think you should leave it, but it's still your choice."

I bit my lower lip, looking at myself in the mirror. Anais could tell I was torn, so she unbuttoned me once again, her hands and fingers brushing my already stiff nipples. She whispered we needed to get going as she released me, grazing my nipples one last time. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, Anais's head resting on my shoulder, she told me I looked absolutely delicious, and I almost melted. Something in the way she said it sent shivers through me. I'd never been complimented like that by a woman before, and it felt exciting.

I decided to leave the button open and told her I was ready. Anais smiled, telling me I was such a good girl. I blushed and thanked her as I followed her outside to the Uber she had waiting for us. When we got in, she whispered she didn't want me driving if I'd been drinking, and her car was too nice to park downtown at night. I had to agree with her and thanked her once again for being so thoughtful.

The restaurant we were dining at that night was well-known for its steaks and seafood. We arrived just after eight. It was pretty crowded for a Monday night. Our server was much better than the previous restaurant's. Cindy introduced herself, then pulled our chairs out for us. She asked if we'd like drinks before ordering. Anais looked her over, then focused on her eyes; a subtle mmmm escaped her lips before she said, "I know what I'd like, but I'll look at the menu and a JD on the rocks, please."

The girl blushed as she turned to me, as I paused, looking her over, then focusing on her eyes like Anais had, and said with a smile, "I'll have what she's having, Cindy."

Cindy smiled, "Yes, ma'am. Right away."

She set menus in front of us, then left and, within a minute, returned with our drinks. She asked if we were ready to order or needed a little more time. Anais asked for her recommendation as Cindy smiled and told us the oysters were exquisite, they'd just gotten some sea bass, and it wasn't on the menu, and the prime rib was to die for.

We thanked her, and she thanked us and went on her merry way while we continued looking over the menus.

Anais looked at me, "You're catching on, Miranda. I'm impressed. Flirting is a subtle art, and I bet she pays special attention to us tonight. She may not be gay, but she liked being noticed by us.

I smiled, "Thank you, Anais. I'm learning that a smile and a few compliments can work wonders. I guess you could say some compliments are flirting. So, what does look good?"

Anais grinned, “You and Cindy together, Miranda.”

I laughed, “I'm straight, remember.”

She smiled, “I know, but you asked. I think I'll start with the oysters, then Crab Louie. What are you going to feast on tonight, my sweet and smart Miranda?”

I sighed, "Everything looks so good. To start, the lobster bisque, then the shrimp fettuccini carbonara. You can pick the wine, Anais.”

Anais replied, "We'll see what our cute server has to suggest for a wine. I have an idea of what would go nicely with our dinners. We'll see what she says."

When Cindy returned, we placed our orders, and Anais asked her for wine pairings. Cindy thought momentarily, then suggested Pinot Grigio, Soave, Gavi, or a Riesling. Anais went for the Pinot Grigio. Of course, Anais was right. Cindy hovered over us the entire time we were there. Not in an obnoxious way, but she'd stop by and see how we were doing, more often than she probably should have, asking if we needed anything, chatting a bit, just long enough to show she was interested or maybe wanting a big tip. She was very sweet as Anais and I both flirted with her. I wasn't used to flirting with a woman, but taking cues from Anais and a little coaching from her made it easy and natural. They were mainly compliments and small talk, but Cindy obviously enjoyed the attention.

Our conversation at dinner was mainly about me asking Anais about life as an escort. I was curious, and she explained that it wasn't all about sex. Many people like me want someone to talk to or be a companion at a function.

She considered herself a modern-day geisha, versed in many subjects, and could converse with just about anyone. She preferred women because men usually assume that, because they are paying such a high fee, sex is included. She admitted it was at times, but those were very rare and very expensive. She didn't elaborate, and I didn't pry.

I asked how she survived the pandemic. She replied she'd made some good investments prior to, and although, like most others with money in the stock market, she lost quite a bit. But she also has a very diverse portfolio. Then I asked about clients during that time. She said she limited it to people who had gotten their shots and wore masks. There wasn't any sex during that period. She didn't work much then but took time out to reflect on her life, working out more, lots of self-care, and reading.

Anais wondered why I was so curious, and I told her she was fascinating, which made her blush. I told her that when I asked for an escort, I had no idea that I would have such a wonderful person to talk with and be around.

Anais smiled and replied, placing her hand on top of mine, "You are sweet, Miranda. I like you also. Not that I'm going to go out with you for free, but you are very nice. I think with a little training, you would be good at this also. You have the body for it; you're intelligent and pretty. You could make six figures easily once you built up a clientele."

I blushed, "I'm flattered, Anais, thank you. But, I can't see myself doing this for a living."

We finished dinner and the bottle of Pinot. Cindy was an absolute doll, hovering around and helping with anything we wanted, not that we asked for anything special. She did bring us a second serving of oysters, gratis, that Anais and I shared with her after a little coaxing. She was discreet as we watched her slurp down two of the delicacies and blush, embarrassed that she'd broken a rule.

I ended up giving Cindy a twenty-five percent tip, which was substantial on that bill. It was late when we finished dinner. I wasn't in the mood for the club I wanted to visit, so Anais and I called it a night.

We didn't talk much on the way home. The one thing I wanted to ask, Anais, wasn't meant for strangers' ears. When we returned to my apartment, I asked her if she wanted to come in and talk for a bit. This time she said yes.

I asked if she'd like something to drink. I didn't have much, but she did accept two fingers of Maker's Mark on the rocks. I joined her on the sofa, kicking my shoes off, and sipping for a minute or so before I asked my question. Anais followed my lead, removing her heels and taking a couple of sips as we sat.

I was a little nervous when I turned and asked, "Anais, do straight women hire you to see what lesbian sex is like?"

Thankfully, she wasn't sipping when I asked because she started laughing. I blushed at my naive question, instantly regretting asking it.

Anais smiled, scooted a little closer, then placed her hand on my knee, and answered, "Yes, Miranda, they have. I'm very picky when it comes to actually having sex with clients. Are you curious, sweetie?"

Her hand stayed on my knee, softly massaging it. I didn't move, enjoying her touch as I fiddled around, turning my glass round and round as I contemplated my answer.

I looked at Anais, "You know, before I met you, I wasn't. Not one iota. There's something about you I find very attractive. I don't know if it's your lifestyle, the money, confidence, or what. But I find you very intriguing. I can only imagine what being intimate with you would be like."

She smiled, “I'll take that as a yes, Miranda.”

I took another nervous sip and smiled. A slight blush coursed through me, making me feel warm and yummy.

Anais sipped her drink, looking me over. She set it down, then said, "Tell you what. Why don't we kiss first and see what you think? Nothing more than that. A real kiss, not one you'd do with someone who was just a friend or a relative, or even under the Mistletoe at Christmas."

I stammered as I replied, “I was just asking, Anais. We don't have to do this, really.”

Anais grinned, "You're obviously curious, Miranda, or you wouldn't have asked. It's better to just find out and not keep thinking about it. Our relationship won't change after one kiss, sweetie. But, if you don't want to, I'm fine with that. It's always your choice."

I set my glass on the end table, then turned to look at her and waited. We locked eyes as she slid closer to me. We both knew I wanted to try it. I just couldn't figure out an excuse not to.

Anais' expression changed from being confident and knowing to one that was caring and loving as she slowly placed her hand behind my head, gently guiding my face to hers. Anais tilted her head, then teased my lips with her tongue, not letting my lips touch hers. My lips betrayed me, searching for hers to press against mine and satisfy a portion of my curiosity.

She backed away momentarily, “Anxious are we, sweetie?”

I blushed and nodded, replying nervously, "Yes, I am."

She grinned, “Good girl. Anticipation is half the fun.”

Anais returned her lips to mine. This time it was a serious kiss. When her lips touched mine, I felt a tremble inside me. Then, there was a warm, soft feeling between my legs as she leaned into me, intensifying our kiss. I managed to get my arms out from between us and the sofa. Instinctively, I wrapped them around her and held her to me as we continued making out. I don't recall that being her plan. It was supposed to be a simple kiss. But it felt too good, and I wasn't going to stop her.

Her tongue snaked inside my mouth, toying with mine. My breathing became heavy as my heart beat quickened. Anais shifted her position next to me to be more on top, subtly easing me into a more prone position. There wasn't the slightest bit of resistance as my hands wandered over her backside, enjoying her curves and the feel of her body against me.

Our breasts pressed together as we continued kissing until Anais took a break. Her beautiful face was mere inches from mine as she looked at me with lust in her eyes.

Anais asked in a seductive whisper, "Well, Miranda, what did you think about our kiss?"

I blushed, “I think you know how I felt about it, Anais. Want to stay the night?”

Anais smiled, “I'd love to, sweetie. Oh, I'm off the clock now. Just in case you were wondering.”

I grinned as we sat up. I finished my drink, then held my hand out for hers. She gulped it down and handed it to me. I took them and rinsed them out in the kitchen as Anais followed and watched. Then off to my room, where the exploring began.

Once we entered the bedroom, Anais didn't wait. She slipped her arms around me from behind as I started unbuttoning my blouse. I dropped my hands to my sides as she nuzzled my neck. Tilting my head back against her. Her soft hands replaced mine as she slowly unbuttoned my top while kissing and licking my exposed neck. I opened my eyes to look at us in the full-length mirror. It reminded me of those old vampire movies, with me being the willing victim and Anais the blood sucking Vampiress. I wondered briefly if she was going to change me into a vampire. At the very least, I might decide I liked girls, but right now, I was loving her touch and knew it was probably going to get much better.

As she made love to my neck, Anais whispered sweet things to me as she kissed and licked the exposed skin, making me shiver and moan. Anais then moved to my earlobe, kissing and sucking on it as each button was set free. When my blouse was undone, she paused to gently remove it from my shoulders.

Anais asked me to stay where I was, as she carefully placed my newly purchased blouse on the back of a chair. She returned to unhook my bra, treating it as delicately as my blouse, placing them together on the chair.

When she returned, Anais faced me, looking into my eyes and softly kissing me again. I tried raising my hands to hold her as we kissed, but she gently blocked me. She looked at me and whispered, "This is all about you, sweetie; your pleasure is my pleasure. Just relax and enjoy."

The only thing I could say was a feeble, “Yes, Anais.”

Anais grinned as she whispered, “You're such a good girl, Miranda. Tonight will be magical, I promise.”

I shivered. I was already damp, and when Anais whispered to me, I got goose bumps. When she knelt before me, she took her time, removing my skirt, admiring my legs as she ran her hands up and down them. It was all I could do to maintain my balance; my head was spinning as Anais looked up at me, grinning.

When she reached up to loosen my skirt, her fingers brushed my tummy ever so lightly. I took my eyes off her to stare at the ceiling. I knew there was a damp spot on my panties and hoped Anais would just ignore it when she saw it. But, no. Instead, when my skirt was around my ankles, Anais purred when she saw how large the darkness I'd created was.

I heard her quietly say, “I see the magic has already started, sweet one. Let's get these off of you. Oh, by the way, your aroma is divine.”

I shivered and blushed; her words and touch were more exciting than I had anticipated. I briefly wondered why I hadn't done this before.

Anais' fingers slipped gently between my panties and my skin. More goose bumps and another shiver shot through me as she lowered them over my ass and down my legs. Once they joined my skirt, Anais returned to massaging my legs as she gazed at my trimmed bush. Her hands moved over my ass, gliding ever so gently as she whispered lovely comments about me taking good care of myself.

A boyfriend had talked me into trimming my pubes at one point in our relationship. He wanted me bare, but I didn't want to do that. He kept bugging me about it, and that was just one of the reasons our relationship died. However, I liked the way it looked and felt, so I kept it trimmed in sort of an act of defiance, and have never heard anyone else complain about it.

However, Anais delighted in my little triangle. She touched it, running her finger around and over, softly petting it like it was a purring kitten. I nervously stood waiting for her to finish undressing me and take me to bed. I didn't want to say anything, but I wanted her to hurry up. I was reaching a full boil and didn't want to ruin her plans by having an orgasm from only her touch.

Anais could see and feel my anxiousness as she asked me to step out of my skirt so she could look me over. I did as requested, taking a step back, standing before her completely nude. I felt so exposed standing there, but Anais made me feel like a princess, complimenting my body once again as she stood and walked towards me.

She was still fully dressed as she slipped her arms around me, tilting her head to kiss me once again. I melted into her arms as our lips touched ever so briefly. She pulled back, looking into my eyes as she removed a few loose strands of hair from my cheek, placing them behind my ear.

She asked how I was doing, and I managed to tell her I was fine, just a little nervous and very anxious. Anais grinned and said she was glad I was fine and that soon my anxiousness would vanish, but right now she wanted me to undress her before we got into bed.

I smiled, feeling a little less nervous but still eager to get in bed. Anais turned so that her back was to me. She reached behind her head, lifting her long blonde hair enough to allow me access to the small straps holding her dress in place. I raised my hands to untie the strings; my hands were shaking as they fumbled with the strings and the neatly tied bow, but I managed to untie it and catch the garment as it dropped from her lithe body, exposing her smooth, bare skin. She stepped out of it as I knelt and held it for her.

I paused as my eyes took in her delightful curves and firm ass. Anais wasn't wearing panties, just a tiny thong, and when Anais turned to face me, she grinned as I looked down at her bare sex.

I'd never really looked at another woman's vagina before, especially that closely. I know what mine looked like, obviously, but Anais's labia lips were different than mine. I recalled from my college art class a few Georgia O'Keeffe prints of Irises. Anais's sex sans pubic hairs looked like one of Georgia's paintings without the brilliant colors. So different than mine, I wanted to touch and explore it right there. But Anais placed her finger under my chin, lifting my face to look up at her.

She smiled as she asked me, "I guess this is the first time you've been close to another woman's sex. We're all different, sweetie. You'll have plenty of time to gaze, touch, and do whatever you please to her later. Right now, I'd like you to remove my thong, if you don't mind."

I blushed as I replied, "Sorry, you're right. My first time. She looks so pretty."

Anais replied, “I'm so glad you think so, baby.”

I grinned as I removed her thong that barely covered anything, then placed it and her dress on the chair with my blouse. We really weren't that far apart in the height department barefoot. Her body, however, was much more toned and defined than mine was. We embraced again, bare breasts pressed together as we kissed. Our hands clasped each other's ass cheeks, mine explored with open palms as Anais gripped me tight until she released her right hand and gave me a playful swat.

That broke our kiss and refocused me as I giggled and suggested we get in bed. Anais took my hand as we turned to face the king-sized bed awaiting us. I loosened my grip, then grabbed the covers to turn them down for us. Anais thanked me and told me she was going to do that. Then she suggested I get in and lie down to face her.

When Anais joined me, we returned to kissing. Long, slow, passionate kisses that took my breath away. I love kissing, and the way Anais kissed me made me feel like I was her world. She focused on my lips, then my face, neck, and then back to my lips. My hands roamed her body, as best they could. Delighting in her smooth and firm body.

While we kissed, Anais used her free hand to play with my nipple that wasn't pressed against her breast. Her other hand stroked my face, sifted through my hair, and brushed my cheek as we moved around in the bed, kissing the entire time.

I managed to slip my leg over her lower body during one of our position changes, and Anais reached down to pull it tighter over her. I felt her wetness against my bare skin as I'm sure she felt mine. It aroused me further knowing I had that effect on such a beautiful and experienced woman.

We'd left the nightstand light on, and I was glad we did. After kissing for such an extended length of time, Anais finally paused, looked into my eyes, and suggested I lie back and enjoy. I smiled and told her I was enjoying just kissing and touching her. She grinned, winked, then gave me a quick kiss on my lips, then proceeded to work her way lower using her lips, tongue, and hands to explore and tease me.

When Anais finally slipped between my open legs, she rested her head against my inner thigh. She started talking to my vagina. It was weird, sweet, erotic, and funny all at the same time. But I was loving it as she told me how pretty it looked, glistening with my honey. She'd swipe it with her tongue, then use her finger to trace around it and play with my little pubic patch. The woman was driving me crazy, lustful, anxious, and horny crazy.

I was in such a state of arousal that I felt like I was going to cum at any moment. But Anais knew that and would stop what she was doing and talk to my pussy again, letting me calm down before she went back to teasing and arousing me. She'd look up at me and ask how I was feeling. I was truthful and told her I was close to the edge, ready to burst, or knocking on heaven's door, but they weren't answering it.

Anais grinned and told me she was glad I was enjoying our time together, but we weren't quite finished yet. I sighed and told her I couldn't take much more, but Anais proved me wrong multiple times until she decided I was ready to enter the pearly gates.

My escort finally eased her tongue between my lips, quickly finding my clitoris, which was yearning for her attention. It didn't take much for Anais to point me to the gates of heaven and allow me to enter. I was so close to the brink because Anais was so experienced that I reached my climax within a few quick licks.

My body reacted as if I'd grabbed the live ends of a high-power electric line. I shook, spasmed, trembled, and shed a few tears of complete utter joy as my lovely escort sat back and enjoyed the fruits of her labor.

It seemed like I lay there shuddering for a very long time with Anais watching, and gently stroking my legs. She'd say things that didn't register in my mind because it was someplace else. I could see her speak, but there was no sound thanks to my moaning and grunting. When I eventually calmed down, Anais rejoined me, kissing my cheek and playfully asking me if I enjoyed myself. I laughed as I turned to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips.

We gazed into each other's eyes for a bit, and that's when our connection went from employer/ employee or escort and client to lovers.

Anais stayed over that Monday night. By Tuesday morning, I'd enjoyed three orgasms. Anais had two, courtesy of her gentle instructions and my tongue, along with a couple of fingers in places they never dreamed they'd enter. She didn't have any clients but me until the weekend. So, we spent Tuesday and Wednesday getting to know each other on a much deeper level. By the end of my thirty days, I was a completely different woman. I'd gained a vast sexual knowledge and grown into a more confident individual with the help of my new lover, Anais.

Oh, Anais helped me with my assignment and was well paid for it. But, weeknights when she wasn't working, we'd get together for dinner on the town and then back to my place to explore. She became my guide/teacher in bed and out on the town. I grew more confident in my work and became very comfortable making love to another woman. We tried various toys and even some role reversal games.

Anais was very creative and expanded my boundaries tenfold. I even gained enough confidence that when we went back to the restaurant where Cindy was working, Anais had me flirt with her. After our third time there, the three of us had a couple of very lovely nights exploring in my rented bed. I learned so much from Anais during that month that I briefly considered becoming an escort.

Instead, I went back to work and was designated to manage the office in the city I'd scouted. Anais and I continued seeing each other for a year until I opened my own commercial and residential real estate agency with a little financial help from Anais, who is now my business partner.

Anais and I moved in together, and she's formed her own escort agency, limiting her time to managing rather than being the product. We talked Cindy into becoming our dispatcher/screener for Anais' little endeavor, and my receptionist and personal assistant. We're not large, but we do satisfy.

Cindy joins us in bed now and then, along with one of the escort girls. I may have worded that incorrectly, but it's not like we have orgies or anything close to that. It's just three or four of us occasionally when we're celebrating a success or when we're in the mood.

I love my new life, and of course, Anais. Oh, one last thing. I haven't given up on men; there's a new guy working for Anais, and he might be invited over in the near future. It's up to her, but with a little coaxing from me, I think it will be sooner rather than later.

Anais isn't always the one in charge, and it wasn't her real name. Wink.