From dollars to esscentz, Part 1 Not too bad a week, smiles Rose as she stuffs abandoned lingerie and discarded condom wrappers into her gym bag. She'd managed to acquire a pretty reliable clientele of regulars over the past six months. Who were, well, exactly that. Reliable and regular. Paid the bills, predictable, didn't question her overly enthusiastic orgasms. Not that, she imagined, they even cared. After all, they w...

I'd played with Chris once before, with a different partner. Moving over the hill proved a perfect opportunity to introduce him to my new man, D, and indulge his love of treasure hunts and voyeurism. Arranging the meet, Chris asked for our address. I told him he could have it, but not yet. All you will know for now is that we live in South Wairarapa, and if you clear the Rimutakas by 9am tomorrow, you'll receive further i...