Danger

The strobe lights were kind of blinding and Jane kept blinking, trying to keep the glare to a minimum. Just by the choice of venue, she knew her two customers the London escorts agency had sent her were amateurs at this. But then again, if they weren’t amateurs they certainly wouldn’t need her. She sighed as she sat back, nursing her drink. On top of being amateurs, they were late.

Two minutes later there were two people crowding in her space.

“Sorry, sorry. We got caught up in all the excitement and you know, deciding what to wear and all. We’re sorry,” the blonde woman said watching Jane earnestly.

Jane couldn’t help but give her a smile back, “It’s alright. I understand.”

And she did. Here was a long-married couple feeling the strain of staleness in their union and wanting to spice it up. But they didn’t know how to do that so they were turning to a professional. It was a very practical solution; it avoided the possibility of someone developing feelings and kept the attention on the couple.

“Shall we go?” she asked standing up and draining her glass.

“What? Already? We haven’t had a drink yet!” the woman’s voice was high and nervous.

“Of course, how eager of me. Let’s have a drink,” Jane said signaling to the waiter. He came over and she ordered shots. Then she indicated that the couple should sit in the curved booth she’d been occupying. They sat down, holding hands and she squeezed herself in the middle of them, smiling as she put each other hands on her thighs.

“Let’s get this party started,” she murmured as the shots arrived.

“Yes!” the husband said, squeezing her thigh hard in his excitement.

Jane leaned over running her tongue over his bottom lip before taking a bite. His wife squealed, whether with excitement or surprise Jane wasn’t sure, but she turned to her and licked a stripe up her neck just so she didn’t feel left out. The wife gave a full body shiver and Jane smiled.

“Ready to go now?” she asked.

“Hell yes!” the couple said together.