My cousin, my escort

It started with her appearance. She arrived at every client booking wearing run-down mom jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt. Her hair was never overly done. Her makeup was simple but effective. It was much easier to blend in that way and she could fit whatever sexy lingerie she needed to wear and any hair and makeup products for last minute or needier clients in the travel-sized luggage case that she always had by her side for these types of dates

It’s especially easy to blend in at a place like the hotel Roger chose, one that serves tons of tourists who don’t know anyone else or pay attention to much beyond their own vacations and itineraries.

It helped, of course, that most of Cassie’s clients weren’t looking for the stereotypical “escort,” that people might see on TV. The ones wearing cliche high heeled shoes that would make walking more than ten feet impossible. The ones who have their tits out the minute they get ready to meet a client. The ones whose appearance practically screams “pay me to fuck.”

If Cassie were escorting in Vegas, which she ruled out pretty early on in her career, she might have approached the job differently. Maybe she’d look more like the stereotype.

Serving clients in tourist-friendly Orlando, though, was much easier than Vegas and it allowed her to stay close to home. That was important. She didn’t to live too far away and have to alter her day-to-day life with friends and family. But she wanted to be far enough away that the risk of running into someone she knew was pretty low.

Orlando offered the perfect balance. After all, if you live in Florida, the last thing you want to deal with are the vacationing tourists who ruin everything.

Cassie did live the escort lifestyle in other ways. She had all the sexy clothes expected from a woman in her position and more sex toys than she ever thought she’d own but most of that stuff stays tucked away in boxes in her closet unless needed for a client.

The clients rarely asked for them but when they did? She’d happily oblige … but not until she got to their room and dressed up in the bathroom on site. Safety was always the top priority and keeping her appearance mundane until it was time to get to work kept her off the radar of those who might object to seeing a paid sex worker on their property.

Roger’s request for her outfit played right into her comfort zone. He wanted to see her in all black, with black stockings on and a garter belt. He also asked her to bring a sexy black bra and thong and she had that all in her bag. What’s more, he wanted her to wear normal clothes on top of that and start their session by stripping for him before giving him a lap dance.

It was about as basic a request as you can get in this line of work, Cassie thought, and given her experience with those types of customers, they usually popped seconds into the session so she figured it wouldn’t be a particularly long night. Still, she DVR’d her favorite show that night just in case things went the full hour she had been paid for.

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