I suppose most people would classify me as a call girl. Sometimes an escort... But, I don't lie to myself. I was halfway to my twentieth birthday and ...or the last five months I've been a whore. Stepping from the shower, I dried off and began putting on my makeup. Foundation, bronzer, highlighter, eye shadow, mascara, lipstick...With each application I began slipping into a new persona. By the time I was through I believe my own mother would have had to look twice to recognize me as her. "Oh! Well, can you show it to him? I'm still cleaning up in here." It's a wo..." My horny male instincts changed my mind. Eve didn't need to know the person was a girl, a young and very attractive woman. "Sure. I'll handle it, dear." Dave?" Stacy was still smiling and the amused look on her face told me this wasn't the first time a man had fallen all over himself in front of her."Yeah. Sorry, I'm ... Dave." I shrugged and wondered if my face looked as red as it felt. "I'll, uh ... I'll show you. .quite unassuming, shy, it seemed. As we flowed in similar social circles we made contact online on a semi regular basis and at one point she mentioned that she would like to fulfil a fantasy for her husband….but it had to be a stranger. This instantly intrigued me but I had met him, although briefly, so was no longer a stranger as such. I was a little disappointed as this meant that I couldn’t put my resume forward for the position. It did however, get me thinking, though, about possible juicy. " I am Madame Jaeger." Rachel paused. "I am to talk to and seduce thetarget male. Make him mine for the night," she thought, "Am I to call apick up crew?" No my dear," she chuckled, "Your target is your reward. He is yours."The pub was unusually quiet. Michael entered and made his way towards thebar where he saw an attractive red head sitting alone. She nursed a glassof white wine."Hello," Michael said with a smile. "Do you mind if I join you?" heasked, "It doesn't seem right to see a pretty.