In her penthouse condominium overlooking Philadelphia's Penn Square, Cat was working up a good sweat with her Peloton regimen. The high-class, high-priced escort enjoyed the bike workout, but her simulated ride in the French Pyrenees was now complete. It was time for the much hated “dreadmill.” Normally she would have run the Benjamin Franklin Parkway to the Rocky Statue at the Museum of Arts. Like most other runners, she couldn’t resist doing the Rocky Balboa victory dance in front of it. The three mile round trip was the perfect distance for her, but the wet, freezing January weather kept her inside these days.
Already bathed in sweat, she set the treadmill’s controller for three miles and began her jog. As she did, her mind flashed back to her most recent encounter.
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Mr. Schott held up another flash card.
“Deep Throat”
Cat had grown increasingly annoyed with Mr. Schott and his penchant for rushing her through every sex act he paid her to perform. She was tired of his rules about silence and eye contact and wardrobe. She was tired of the creepy bodysuit with the cut-out crotch, and that damn Guy Fawkes mask he always wore intruding into her space as he crept closer and closer to her with each new flash card. But for $200,000, she did as she was asked.
Taking her partner’s testicles into her hand, she slid his shaft into her mouth and swallowed it, inch by inch, with Mr. Schott peering intently from just a foot away. This latest partner had a very large penis, just like each of the other three partners Mr. Schott had hired in the past. She had really hoped to be paired up with the Scandinavian hot boy Lucas again, but she hadn’t seen him since her first encounter with Mr. Schott. Cat started sliding the big cock in and out, but after only about thirty seconds, Mr. Schott held up yet another card.
“Ejaculate on her feet”
Reluctantly , she let the monster go, and put her feet up on the settee. She took the cock with her feet and stroked it between her arches. She almost forgot to make eye contact with Mr. Schott, but remembered just in time. Very quickly, her partner shot a huge load of hot thick cum onto her toes and feet, with some of it splashing the Guy Fawkes mask, which, as usual, was only inches away from the action. But most of it harmlessly spilled onto the wildly expensive settee.
“What a complete waste,” she thought. “All that cum, destroying a beautiful antique, when it could have been in my mouth or pussy.”
Mr. Scott stood up, as he always did, and without touching himself or saying a word, dumped his sperm on her breasts and gown. “Another $3,000 dress ruined too,” Cat thought. She dutifully mouthed the words “Thank you,” and Mr. Schott silently left the room.
It had been the same basic scene that had played first in D’eauville, then in Milan, Kyoto, and now Rio de Janiero. Each time a different city, each time a different partner, each time cum on a different part of her body, but always an antique settee and always ending with a ruined red gown.
Cat told herself she wasn’t going to do it anymore. If Mr. Schott wanted to hire her again, it would be HER rules; HER script.
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The treadmill’s controller pinged, telling her that she had reached three miles. Time to take a soak in the Jacuzzi and let her muscles relax and recover. The yoga routine would be later. Just as she slipped, naked, into the warm bubbling water, she saw her phone light up across the room. It would have to wait. Cat had other things on her mind. With the lavender bath bomb building up the suds, and the Jacuzzi’s jets pulsing her torso and legs, Cat let her mind wander. Lately it had been wandering to the same thought every time.
Lucas. It had been nine months since her brief encounter with the man she had initially called Adonis. Thanks to Mr. Schott’s rushed instructions to them, she’d barely gotten a chance to explore his perfect body and magnificent cock.She let her hands slip under the water as she relived that beautiful rigid penis sliding in and out of her mouth. Her fingers found her mound and began caressing her labia. Cat’s breath quickened as she touched her clitoris, remembering Lucas’s soft and talented tongue creating her arousal. She ground her fingers harder into her clitoris. Grabbing the large dildo that sat by the edge of the Jacuzzi, she inserted it into her vagina and worked it in and out, still fingering her clit with the other hand. She brought herself to a shuddering climax, imagining Lucas’s amazing cock filling her pussy with all that beautiful cum.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out of the tub and toweled herself dry. Blending a mixed berry protein shake, she sat down and looked at her phone. The text was short and to the point.
“Wrestla-palooza at the Garden next weekend. Any chance you’re around NYC then? - Hank”
Cat smiled. She tried to keep her relationships with clients strictly professional, but she had to admit that she had a soft spot for this one. She knew him as Hank. The rest of the world knew him as “Martin The Mad Monk.”
One of the most high profile professional wrestlers in the world, Hank’s character of The Mad Monk had been at the top of his game for over fifteen years. The 6’9’ giant of a man had a shock of long red hair that he purposely shaved on top into a capuchin monk’s crown. He had an equally shocking red mustache that was thick and bushy. He had muscles upon muscles and kept them oiled up to a bright sheen whenever he performed.
His persona was that of a Jesuit Monk and he always appeared in a full length brown Monk’s robe with the hooded head covering hiding his face, tied with a simple rope belt and sandals. The act never changed. Martin The Mad Monk would enter the ring wearing his robes, passive and non-threatening, usually carrying rosary beads or a Bible. Whoever happened to be his villainous opponent-du-jour would strut around, obnoxious and taunting. The Monk would do his best to “turn the other cheek”, but at some point, the opponent would cross the line and unleash the “Mad” component of The Mad Monk.
Seething with rage, The Mad Monk would violently shred his robes, revealing all of those oiled up muscles in his signature yellow speedo, and proceed to pummel his opponent into submission, using all the of standard tricks of the pro wrestling trade. It was an act that made Hank a very rich man, and like Cat, he worked very hard to keep it relevant and profitable. Mad Monk merchandise, from T-shirts, to hats, to Monk’s robes, to special formula Mad Monk creatine powder filled his bank account with more money than he could spend in a lifetime.
In real life, Hank was a giant teddy bear and Cat couldn’t resist. She texted back.
“I wasn’t planning it, but if you send a car, how could I say no?” They already had a standing arrangement with a $100,000 price tag, so there was no need to discuss details. Cat knew what Hank wanted and what toys to pack to make it happen.
Wrestla-palooza was set for the last Saturday in January. On the Thursday before, a limo picked up Cat for the ninety-seven mile drive to the Ritz-Carlton on Central Park South in New York City.
Cat settled in to her thirty-second-floor suite and unpacked her bag. In addition to her clothes, makeup and toiletries, there was an extra bag with her special toys that she knew would drive The Monk mad. She placed these discreetly inside the drawers of a side table near the bed. Moving to the picture window, Cat took in the incredible view of the Central Park Zoo and the pond. She never tired of it.
“I should look for a place near the park,” she thought to herself. She decided she would talk to the hedge fund manager who was both a client and her financial advisor when she saw him again.
When you are 6’9” with spectacular muscles and shock red hair, and you’re also one of the most famous celebrities in the world, you cannot slip quietly in the front doors of the Ritz-Carlton. Instead, an unmarked black Cadillac Escalade pulled up to a loading dock at the rear of the hotel, and Hank, aka Martin The Mad Monk was quietly ushered up a service elevator to the thirty-second floor.
Unlike Mr. Schott, none of Cat’s other clients demanded silence. In fact, most genuinely enjoyed her company. Cat was intelligent and could hold her own in conversations on almost any subject. The men and women on her client list liked just spending time and being seen with her. Hank especially liked long discussions that challenged him and took his mind off the world of wrestling.
When he entered the suite, Hank and Cat embraced warmly. Cat barely came up to Hank’s mid-chest, and her arms couldn’t reach all the way around him. Hank was careful not to squeeze too hard. He didn’t want to hurt her. They spent the afternoon relaxing and chatting. Cat never revealed details of her personal life, but was happy to hear about what Hank told her of his.
After a delicious room service dinner, Hank signaled he was ready to get things started. He logged onto an adult website that featured beautiful women with very muscular men and began casting to the television in the bedroom suite.
Cat excused herself to the bathroom and changed into a sexy dark green silk negligee that accentuated her breasts and bottom. She wore matching green stockings and garter. The crotch-less panties completed the outfit. Checking her hair and makeup in the mirror, she slipped back into the bedroom, where Hank was waiting on the oversized king bed. He was nude, with the sheer bedsheet covering up his lower half.
“Wow,” Hank breathed in a whisper. “You get sexier every time I see you.”
Cat smiled and climbed into the bed next to him. She slid up close to him and reached under the sheet to take hold of his manhood. Hank was completely soft, as Cat knew he would be. This was Hank’s darkest secret. Only he, Cat, and his personal physician knew it.
Years of heavy dependence on anabolic steroids had given Hank his enormous muscles and spectacular physique. But it had also left him permanently flaccid. Of all of his muscles, erectile dysfunction had robbed him of the one that mattered to him most.
Cat stroked and fondled his cock and testicles. She knew it wouldn’t raise him up, but it was still pleasurable to him. Hank put his head back and breathed heavily, feeling the sensation deep inside. He reached down and guided Cat’s head toward his manhood. Her head completely fit it the palm of his huge hand and he was very careful to be gentle with her.
She took his cock in her mouth and licked and sucked it. Yes, she knew it was useless, but Hank still loved the feel of her tongue swirling around him. Cat moved down to Hank’s testicles, lovingly sucking each one into her soft, wet mouth. Hank began stroking himself; wrapping his entire cock in that massive hand. They went on with this for a few minutes until Hank sat up.
“Why don’t you lie on your back?” he told her. “I want to taste that beautiful pussy.”
She did as she was asked. Hank laid down with his head between Cat’s legs. It took some maneuvering to get there, given his 6’9” length. He began by spreading her lips apart and spitting into the gap. Then he slowly stuck in his tongue and lapped at her vagina. Using his huge middle finger, he entered her. His finger alone was bigger than some of the cocks she’d taken before, Cat thought.
Hank moved his mouth upward to the mound covering Cat’s clitoris and began flicking it with his tongue. While his cock was dead, all of Hank’s other pieces worked just fine. Cat let out a genuine moan of pleasure as he hit her clit with that warm, soft tongue. Feeling slightly guilty, she let her mind wander to Lucas. She longed for it to be his tongue and his fingers exploring her. She snapped her mind out of it. This was Hank’s time and she was dedicated to making it great for him.
As he continued licking and thrusting with his finger, Hank quietly asked, “did you bring the big one?”
Cat slid slightly to her left and reached for the bedside table. Pulling open the drawer, she felt around until her fingers found it. She pulled out an enormous, ten inch flexible silicone dildo, which she handed to Hank. He stuck it in his mouth to lubricate it, then began sliding it into Cat’s glistening pussy.
Between the dildo and Hank’s tongue on her clit, Cat had become quite aroused. Her crotchless panties were soaked with her juices. She let out another moan, louder this time. Hearing her pleasure, Hank tongued her even harder and picked up the speed and intensity of the dildo. He had to be careful, because his tremendous strength could easily hurt her, but he found the right combination to keep things safe and satisfying.
Cat found herself close to orgasm, which was a very rare occurrence when she was on the job. She let her mind wander again to Lucas, deciding right then that if she were to see Mr. Schott again, it would be with Lucas or not at all. That thought put her over the edge.
She let out a sharp cry as the orgasm rolled over her. Hank was taken by surprise and immediately stopped. “Did I hurt you? I’m sorry!” he cried.
“No! Don’t stop!” Cat screamed back. “This is wonderful, Hank!” Even in the throes of passion, she had the presence of mind to call his name and not Lucas’s.
Hank picked up where he had left off, and quickly brought Cat to another shuddering climax. She almost never reached orgasm on the job, and it made her appreciate Hank all the more. She was determined to give him the best experience possible. And she knew what that meant.
Allowing herself a minute to recover, Cat climbed on top of Hank’s massive chest. Leaning down to kiss him, she seductively told him, “You sure know how to make a girl feel good. That was amazing.” Then, looking into his eyes, “Are you ready for a great ride?”
Hank smiled and kissed her again, in anticipation of what was about to happen. “I’m ready to be ridden like only you can ride me.”
Rolling off of him, Cat removed her soaked panties and put them over Hank’s genitals. She opened the drawer again and reached in, pulling out a small blue vibrator and a bottle of scented lubricant. Then came the final item. It was a medium sized, black plastic strap-on dildo. Not nearly as large as the one Hank had used on her, but it was the right tool for the job.
Cat sat up on her knees and wrapped the strap-on around her waist and between her legs, cinching it up loosely. Hank turned over and got up on his hands and knees. Cat handed him the vibrator and rubbed lubricant onto the black plastic strap-on. Finally, she took the bottle and poured a healthy amount of lube onto Hank’s anus. Using her hands to spread it around, Cat inserted her finger into Hank. He gave a small gasp at first, but then groaned with pleasure.
Because of Hank’s giant stature, Cat had to stand up for the strap-on to reach its target. She slowly, carefully penetrated him, only inserting the tip at first. Hank gasped again.
“Oh, keep going!” he whispered excitedly. “Fill me up!”
Taking her time to draw out his pleasure, Cat started pumping in and out, letting in a little more with each stroke. She talked to him in a quiet, yet very seductive voice.
“Does that feel good, Hank? Just feel it. That’s your cock you feel. It’s sliding into MY pussy,” she whispered. “That’s YOU, fucking ME. Doesn’t that feel good. Hank?”
“Fuck yeah,” Hank groaned. “You feel so damn good! So tight!”
“Should I go faster?” Cat asked him. “Do you want to fuck me harder?”
Hank just grunted and nodded his approval. Cat picked up the speed and continued with her dirty talk.
“It feels so good to have your giant cock inside me,” she moaned. “I love when you fuck my pussy like this.”
Hank picked up the vibrator Cat had given him and set it to a low setting. He reached between his legs and held it up to his perineum, feeling the buzzing sensation against the movement of the dildo penetrating his anus.
Cat sensed that he was escalating in his mind and she escalated both her movements and her dirty talk. “Oh yeah, that’s it! Stick that thick cock in me! Deeper! I can feel you so hard inside me!”
She continued thrusting the dildo into Hank’s anus for several minutes. He turned up the vibrator to it’s highest level pushing it harder against himself. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Hank grunted. “I want to cum inside that gorgeous cunt! Fuck me harder! Make me cum!”
Driving the dildo as deep as it would go, Cat encouraged Hank. “Cum for me! Let me have all that beautiful cum!”
Hank tensed up and let out a loud cry. “Here it comes! I fucking love you, Cat!” His hips jerked and his completely flaccid cock shot out a huge load of cum all over Cat’s green silk panties. It was his first ejaculation in months, and what he lacked in frequency, he made up for in volume. At least ten spasms produced more cum than Cat could ever remember seeing. It seemed to go on forever.
She pulled the strap-on out of his ass, then took it off and laid down on the bed. Hank was still on his knees, gasping for breath. Finally, he took her cum drenched panties off of his package and gave them a good long sniff before setting them on the bedside table.
Cat and Hank spent the next hour cuddling on the bed. It didn’t take long before Hank fell into a deep sleep. Cat slipped out of the bed and douched, then carefully sanitized all of the toys they had used before packing them back into the drawer. Then she checked her phone.
“Mr. Schott would like to book your services for the second Sunday in February,” the text read. “The location will be in Zihuatenajo.”
“Super Bowl Sunday!? Fat chance,” Cat thought. She had a long standing booking with her hedge fund manager/client to spend the entire Super Bowl Week together at the game and all the parties and events leading up to it. He loved being seen with Cat on his arm, and made it such a fun time that it was more like a vacation than a job.
She sent a return text. “I am booked solid until the end of March. And if Mr. Schott wants to book me again, I must insist he also book Lucas as the male contractor. Please send me a list of proposed dates starting no earlier than April First.” She crawled back into the bed and cuddled up to the sleeping giant.
Cat had the day to herself on Friday. The Mad Monk was busy all day with interviews and media opportunities. The day started with Hoda Kotb on The Today Show and continued with multiple newspaper, radio and TV news interviews. He danced with Ellen DeGeneres, gave workout tips to Gayle King and cooked Tacos with Guy Fieri.
Back at the Ritz-Carlton, Cat received a return text. It listed five more dates for April, with the location to be determined. There was more.
“Mr. Schott never uses the same male contractor twice. I’m afraid your request is not possible. Rest assured that whoever is chosen will be up to the task. Thank you."
Cat was beyond annoyed. It was time to end this.
“Thank you for your prompt response. I am afraid all of those dates are out of the question. In fact, if Lucas is unavailable, then I am also unavailable. I appreciate Mr. Schott’s business, but I’m afraid I must end the relationship. If you would like me to refer you to other girls, I will ve happy to ask around among my peers.” She shot off the text angrily, then headed out to the Ritz-Carlton’s NoMad spa for a workout and massage.
Hank didn’t arrive back at the suite until late in the evening. They had a quiet room service meal and Hank went right to bed. Tomorrow was show day and he needed the rest.
Cat woke up to an empty bed on Saturday. Hank was up and gone very early, off to Madison Square Garden for more photo opportunities and pre-match interviews. Cat had a leisurely breakfast and got in another workout at the spa, this time skipping the massage. She visited the hairdresser and put on a very sexy red dress.
At 6 p.m., a stretch limo picked her up at the hotel entrance for the short ride to the Garden. Even though it was only a mile and a half, it still took nearly forty minutes in the gridlock of Manhattan traffic. The artist’s VIP pass got them straight to premier parking and Cat was ushered to the hospitality suite, where the pre-match party was well underway.
At 8 p.m., Cat was ushered to her ringside seat in the VIP section. Hank had arranged for the seats on either side of her to be vacant, giving her a small modicum of privacy. She sat through two uninteresting under-card matches before the main event started at 9 p.m. It was to be Martin, The Mad Monk taking on a tag team who billed themselves as Rockk and Hard Place. As they strutted around the ring, the announcer introduced The Mad Monk.
Hank entered in his complete Monk’s costume, carrying a full set of wooden rosary beads. He made the sign of the cross and offered his opponents a handshake. They refused, of course. All part of the act. As Rockk and Hard Place continued playing to the crowd, The Mad Monk stepped out of the ring and walked over to where Cat was seated. Kneeling in front of her, he offered Cat his rosary beads. She accepted them and The Mad Monk blessed her with the sign of the cross.
Upon seeing this display of affection, Rockk and Hard Place began mocking him and calling him out for breaking his vows of celibacy. All part of the act, this was the line that set The Mad Monk off.
Hank vaulted back into the ring and let out a thunderous roar. He tore off his robes, revealing his huge, oiled up frame and his signature yellow speedo. Only Cat noticed the slight bulge in them and the tiniest sliver of green silk poking out the bottom.
According to the script, Rockk and Hard Place switched back and forth, giving The Monk everything he could handle. Just as it was time for a commercial break, The Monk bent down on one knee and offered up a prayer to the heavens.
Suddenly, the lights began pulsing and a choir of angels sang out. Inspired, The Mad Monk stood and picked up Hard Place. Lifting him completely over his head, he threw him out of the ring, where he landed on some conveniently placed padded mats. Rockk jumped in to attack, but The Mad Monk, seeing the stage manager flash a “wrap it up” signal, quickly body slammed him, pinning him to the mat. The referee gave a quick two-count, and the match was over. The crowd went wild.
Martin The Mad Monk again knelt and offered thanks to the heavens. Out of the corner of her eye, Cat noticed a woman seated at the end of the VIP row. She was older, probably in her mid sixties, and dressed quietly fashionably. Her hair and makeup were tastefully arranged and she wore expensive looking fine jewelry. She seemed very out of place in this environment.
But it wasn’t the woman Cat was looking at. She was accompanied by a much younger man, who doted on her every move. The woman stood up and headed toward the VIP exit. The young man followed her.
Cat got up and trailed behind them. Back in the VIP hospitality suite, the woman excused herself and stepped into the ladies room. Seeing her chance, Cat slipped up behind the young man. She slipped her arm around his, causing him to turn in surprise. He smiled.
“Hello, Lucas.”
