From Escort to Luna

Sophie

The sweat was dripping down my back as Patrick yelled at me to go harder and faster. My muscles were burning, and my heart was racing so fast I thought it might explode. I looked into his eyes as they burned into mine. I knew if I stopped, I’d be sorry. So, I pushed a little fast using every ounce of energy I had left. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, the timer goes off. I step off the treadmill and put my hands on my knees trying desperately to get my breathing under control.

“That was a good session Z.” Patrick states as he tosses me a towel and my water bottle. “I didn’t think you were going to make it there for a second!”

“Thanks.” I say, still trying to regain control of my breathing. “You sure kicked my ass today.”

Patrick shrugs, “That’s my job.” He says as he gives me a wink. “You have any exciting plans for tonight?”

“Oh, you know, a little f**k here and a little f**k there.” I say in between sips of water.

This response causes Patrick to throw his head back in laughter. I gave him a smirk and drank more of my water. Truth was, he could have easily guessed what my plans for the evening were. For the past four years, I have been working as an escort in San Francisco. I left my pack in Kansas after the death of my parents during my senior year in high school. The Alpha was kind enough to let me live in the pack house while I finished high school, but it never felt like home. Plus, the Alpha’s son was constantly trying to get into my pants. I didn’t want to be known as the poor little orphan girl. So, after I finished school, I packed up and left, never looking back.

It was hard trying to get on my feet in a new city where I didn’t know a single soul. After bouncing around for a while, I landed a job as a bank teller. It was a far cry from my dream job, but I needed to support myself and try to attend college. That’s where I met Grace. She was a customer and was always depositing large amounts of money into her account. After a while, we started to chat whenever she came into the bank.

Grace caught me looking longingly at her enormous deposit one day. I handed her the deposit receipt which she went to put into her purse. She looked at me and said, “You know if you ever want to make some real money, give me a call.” She winked and slid her card under the teller window. I waited two days before calling her. I didn’t want to seem too desperate. We met for coffee and she explained to me that she worked as an escort servicing rich business men. “You could make a killing with your looks.” She said to me. I knew I was pretty easy on the eyes with my long luscious blond hair which has natural highlights, hazel blue eyes, average height and voluptuous breasts.

Plus, getting paid to possibly have some no-strings attached s*x was very appealing to me. I tend to be insatiable in bed. I went out on a couple of double dates with her before venturing out independently. She introduced me to Patrick, who is a trainer. He helps me stay fit and trains me on how to defend myself if a gentleman gets a little out of hand. So here we are five years later. I have two months left before I receive my nursing degree, which I have fully paid for already, and I have a sizable savings account already started.

“Do you ever worry that one of the gentlemen you’re escorting will turn out to be your mate?” Patrick asks me.

“Nope” I said plainly.

“What would you do if it ever did happen?” he asks.

“I’m not sure. I have no interest in a mate right now and I am comfortable with my lifestyle. It suits me.” I checked my watch and realized it was already two o’clock. “I have to get going. I have two dates tonight and I need to get ready” I said as I jump up off the floor.

“Two?! How are you going to handle that?” Patrick exclaimed.

“Well, I have to escort a gentleman to a business dinner and then a second one to a night club. I have an hour between men for freshening up.” Patrick shakes his head and I thank him for the session blowing him a kiss over my shoulder.

I open the door to the apartment I share with Grace and head straight for my suite. I shower, style my hair and do my make up before slipping into lacey matching black underwear and a black cocktail dress with rhinestones along the bottom. I put one my diamond stud earrings and special bracelet. I slip on some red heals to spice it up and grab my red clutch purse before heading out into the living room. Grace was in the kitchen making herself some dinner. She did not have a date scheduled for tonight. She looks up when she sees me.

“I told you that dress would look amazing on your sexy curves! Look at you Ms. hot and spicey!” Grace drools as I do a spin for her. “Be safe and alert me if you get into trouble.” Grace says as she taps her wrist.

“Yes darling you taught me well.” I state holding up my wrist with my bracelet. It looks like a regular expensive bracelet, but its actually a device where I can alert Grace of any trouble and it provides my location. She wears one when she goes out as well. Just an extra step we take to ensure our safety.

I head downstairs to where the black Escalade is waiting with Tony my driver. Tony has all the information of all my gentlemen on his iPad from the escort app I use to book my dates. Tony is human and he seriously could be an ex-mafia by his looks, build, tattoos and scars. This makes him perfect as my driver and occasional bodyguard. “You ready for tonight Z?” Tony asks as we start driving. My real name is Zoe but my friends call me Z. My escort gentlemen know me as Sophie.

“Always.” I replied as he speeded down the highway.

When we arrive at the hotel, he opens the car door for me and follows me into the hotel lobby. My first gentleman is named Ray Rogers and he’s a senior partner at a big law firm in Arizona. I find him nursing a whiskey at the hotel bar and walk up behind him sliding my hand over his shoulder. He looks up at me and I smile sweetly with my blond hair framing my face. “Ray?” I question, even though I know it's him.

“Sophie, wow, you're even more stunning in person than in your picture!” He exclaims, kissing my hand.

“Shall we get to your business dinner?” I ask gesturing to the door.

He downs the rest of his whiskey and slaps a twenty on the bar. He stands up and is taller than I expected, at six feet. He places his hand on the small of my back and ushers me outside to a waiting car and driver. As I go to get in, I steal a look at Tony, who gives me a slight nod, letting me know he will be following behind in my car. I turn my attention back to Ray and pull him into the car after me. What follows is the most boring dinner conversation I ever had to suffer through. When it was finally over, Ray asked me to accompany him back to his room for a night cap, which simply meant he dug me and wanted to get laid. I tapped his phone and he gave me a smug smile. He logged into the escort app and added additional services to his bill.

I followed him to his room and put on a little show for him. I gave him some oral service, after which he climbed on top of me to plunge inside of me. Now he definitely had some equipment to work with, but he had no idea how to use it. I couldn’t take it anymore and asserted myself so that I was on top. If I’m going to do this, I at least want it to be good and not like watching f*****g paint dry. By the time I was done with him, he was in a state of utter bliss. I took that opportunity to freshen up in the bathroom. By the time I came out, he had pulled himself back together and gave me a five hundred dollar tip. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to look me up if he was ever back in town.

I found Tony waiting for me in the lobby and he walked with me back to the car, opening the door so I could climb inside. He went around to the driver's side and proceeded to take me to the next destination. While he drove, I changed into a silver halter dress and black heels. Tony pulled into the back alley of the full moon night club with time to spare. My next date was with some big-time hockey player who wanted a pretty girl to escort him to the club with some of his friends. More cars pulled into the alley and men and women started exiting the vehicles. I spotted my date and Tony came around to open my door. As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle, he saw me.

“Charlie,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Sophie.” He smiled and kissed my hand. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I replied as he ushered me into the club. Charlie and his friends had reserved a private section of the club complete with their own bartender. After some drinks, everyone started dancing. Charlie couldn’t keep his hands off my body and, truth be told, I utterly enjoyed it. He had big strong hands and I liked the way they felt on my hips. It felt even better when he grabbed my breasts and gave them a squeeze. By two in the morning, the night club was closing down for the night and people were heading home. I escorted Charlie back to his place and thoroughly enjoyed servicing him. By four in the morning, I was heading home with Tony and almost five grand in my pocket. I was looking forward to crawling into bed and sleeping the day away when I heard my phone ding. I saw that there was a notification for a last minute date for what would be tonight, since it was already 4am. I looked over the request and not much information was given. It was for a gentleman named Gideon Moore who was from Washington in town on business. He was requesting an escort to a pack alpha ceremony.

I really was looking forward to having the night off but I’ve never been to one of those ceremonies before. I shrugged my shoulders and thought, why not? I hit the accept button and leaned my head back, closing my eyes. That’s when Vivian my wolf starts pacing. I don’t know about this Z. I have an unsettling feeling about this one. I shrugged her off, saying that it was just nerves. What could happen at an alpha ceremony after all?