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It was Wednesday again, and I was driving towards a building that sat in a newly gentrified area of the city. I never would have guessed that this is how my life would have turned out due to one of my hook-ups slipping me a card with the words,  You Choose , with an embossed male ass in the middle on one side and a phone number on the other. I wasn’t sure what to think about it.  ==== Months And Months Ago ==== “Is this how I get in contact with you again?” I asked him. He had already turned towards the door of the hotel room we shared for the night.  “Maybe,” he turned his head to tell me before pulling open the door and walking out of my life. I looked down at the card again as I brushed my thumb over the little protruding ass. I didn’t want to appear too pushy or eager by calling the number right away, so I placed it in my wallet for later. I ended up forgetting about that little piece of paper for three months. I was on the hunt for my driver’s license at the time. I ...

I was told to wear a good suit for this appointment, but not my best suit. Once I read that note which was attached to my assignment, I knew what kind of clients I had. I even stopped off at the barber's for a shave and to do something with my hair knowing I would be reimbursed for it since it was a business expense. It was 7:15 pm by the time I arrived at 942 Wick St downtown and two hours after the offices in the building had closed for the day, but once I gave my name to the guard on duty, he allowed me into the building and told me what floor I was to send the elevator to. I fixed my tie, pulled the cuffs down past the sleeves of my jacket and put one hand in my pocket as the elevator opened on the lower level as stated to get into the mindset that I would need for this job. I stepped off the elevator to look for the door marked J27 and found it about ten minutes later. I looked at the details for this meeting one more time before folding it and putting it in my bac...

“She may not have much of a butt or good size breasts, but her pussy and ass are tighter than you would expect of a 17 year old these days,” he told the man as he pointed me out. I stood up from my seat and dropped my see through robe as I walked towards them. Berty, may not think much of my boobs and butt, but I had clients that liked me because of them. “That’s my girl. Turn around and show the nice man your holes,” he told me when I was close enough. I gave them a smile and did what I was told. I was a little proud of having kept myself tight in both places. But it was more due to pussy exercises and being in the sucking booth mostly than being 17, since I hadn’t been 17 in almost 5 years now. But I looked the part, and that sells. I grabbed my ass cheeks and bent forward so they could have a nice look. Berty so gets off on me showing off, that he saves me so he can have a go at me later. Mostly, it’s between client, so they can hear me calling him daddy as he fucks his...