Order Up

I have always wanted to order up an escort when I am alone in a hotel room. Just call room service, ask for one sex worker please and thank you, my order will be here in 40 minutes. That’s how it works every time I order food through room service and for some reason I didn’t expect it to be any different. The idea of it was thrilling, a little naughty and a lot sexy. One day on a trip to Melbourne I decided I was going to do it!

I consider myself an independent, modern, sexually aware woman. I am experienced in the ways of the world but I really needed to fortify myself with large amount of alcohol before I had the guts to work up the courage to do this. I decided the only way I was going to get this done was to distract myself by going out for dinner with friends and to call an agency when I got back to the hotel room.

Fast forward a few hours and I am wasted! Dinner turned into lots of wine, which turned into shots, which turned into me being a mess. I had lots of courage now! Go me! I couldn’t waste this opportunity, so the minute I stumbled back to the room and went to dial the escort agency phone number. Only one problem. What was the number? I looked in the front cover of the bible (I heard somewhere that people leave numbers here), I searched in the hotel room information (I am not sure why) then googled it. Google saved the day!

I dialled the escort agency and gave the sexy sounding woman on the other end of the phone my requirements. She assured me that someone would be there in the hour. I was excited. Faceless sex with a man who was going to do exactly as I wish. Who’s sole purpose for a short period of time was to give me pleasure. I was in heaven.

You may ask what happened next. To be honest, I am not sure. I would like to say, I had all my dreams come true for a few hundred dollars, but I think that would be a lie. The truth is more in the vicinity of me passing out and not hearing the knock on the door or potentially me not making the call for it. I know my credit card wasn’t charged, so maybe I dreamt it after all.

I will try again next time, maybe with less wine.

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