Options, Options

An idle hour, sitting at my computer, waiting for a project go-ahead, too intent on the decision to get involved in anything else.

Distractedly looking for ways to pass the time. Opening the escort website. Fifteen fresh faces within ten miles, all eager to do my bidding, all at a charge rate far less than mine. Reading through the profiles, discarding the formulaic, picking out some interesting ones, adding them to my Hot List.

Opening the Hot List, forty four escorts, my harem. Checking their date last logged in, removing from the list those with no activity for two weeks, means they’ve moved on.

Picking out the ones I’d ring now if I wanted to visit one. Three standing out enticingly. One, two minutes from Swiss Cottage, student, English, the girl-next-door that you’ve always fancied, always liked sex, might as well earn money from it, will make men of any age pant with passion, ethnicity not a problem. Her photos showing a cheeky smile, raven hair, noserings.

The second, tall, slim, redhaired, snippets of her profile culled from others'. My English isn’t good yet, a friend is helping me write this, the language of sex is universal and I’m fluent. The best blowjob in East London, I love the taste of cum. Bethnal Green underground in easy walking distance. Sixty pounds for half an hour or a hundred if you want my friend to join in, have both of us drive you insane in ecstasy.

The third, curvy, hourglass shape, big breasts, a familiar profile on my Hot List, something about the smile in the photo urging me to visit her. A woman of flesh and comfort, to be held and comforted by, somehow looking expert in the business of easing the tension in a man’s body, cheerful and matter-of-fact in matters sexual. Kensington High Street but a few steps away.

The thought of any of the three, salivating. Or any of the other thirty-eight, really. But a sudden thought occurring, maybe from Jane’s emails, I should check how the sex-party scene is going, Opening my preferred website. Parties on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday. Wednesdays and Saturdays being for some reason cheaper.

Three woman attending each party, their photos shown against each date. Wednesday’s, particularly attractive, if a little brassy. Two parties, one in the afternoon, one in the evening. Important note to partygoers, you are paying for the drinks and snacks, anything that goes on between you and a woman is nothing to do with the organizers, but be warned, we’ve been told that a lot does go on, and the women all have very high sex-drives.

Thinking, Wednesday afternoon, I could make that. I wonder whether to go, or see one of those three escorts. Or see Jenny. Options, options. Oh how fine to be a man in sizzling London Town.