Dial 9

Three days ago I was on a business trip and stayed at a hotel. I felt a bit lonely without my husband, but at the same time enjoyed a sense of freedom which I had kind of forgotten over time, so I decided to call one of those "escort services" that you get to know about at the airport, and that usually are meant for men.

After a brief search I found one for female customers, sporting pictures of handsome, athletic men that are supposed to give you a massage and maybe more... What the heck, let's give him a call, I thought to myself.

With sweating hands I dialed the number and a sexy voice answered: "Can I help you?"

I replied: "Hi! I've just read from your brochure that you're massage experts, I'd like... er... well can you send me one of your men right now? Wait, no, well, what I really want now is SEX!"

Wow, I've said it. I just felt relaxed and added "But it must be a long sex session, all night long, I'm willing to do it in any possible way, no matter how kinky, yes, that's what I want."

"Please bring all the tools and toys you need to keep me up all night, I want you to tie me to the bed and cover me with peanut butter, jam, whatever you want, then do anything that I can just imagine. Is that clear?"

"Whoa, I think it's just fantastic, madam. Let me just remind you that to make outside calls from the hotel you have to dial 9 first..."