He whirled around and crouched lower into a solid combat stance as Larry's screen door was literally ripped off of its hinges and thrown into the fron... yard of the frame house! Six and a half feet and two hundred and eighty-five pounds of Mad Mike exploded through the door! Mike had a big .44 magnum revolver in one of his ham-sized fists and he was swiveling around looking for something to kill. As if that weren't impressive enough, he was yelling blistering profanity in his thundering bass. He was going to be an escort, a boyfriend for hire, a gigolo.There were a couple of minor barriers between him and the realization of his dream. He didn't have enough money to establish himself. Not even enough to buy nice threads, the kind a classy woman had a right to expect of someone squiring her around.The other little complication was that he was a virgin. He had no clue as to how to please a woman in bed. Well then, it took a lot of balls to charge women for on-the-job training. He had. Jillian." Good. I have a special reward for you before I milk you today."Ms. Jillian pulled down her gray pleated skirt to reveal her pink lacedpanties. She stepped up onto the stool next to the exam bench, bringingher wet pussy to my face. "I think you know what I want," she saidgently guiding my head closer as she lowered her panties. "Focus on myclit, please."Finally, some action. I'd have preferred fucking, but this would do.Maybe one thing would lead to another?She wore a vanilla. “You got me curious. Sure I’d like more details.” I quickly tapped out and sent to this strange messenger.The response came within minutes.“I understand you have no qualms about video calling, as long as you have established a relationship of trust. Would you be interested in a face to face session? The highest assurances would be provided that you can still remain anonymous, and you would also be compensated monetarily for expenses and for enjoyment.”As I read the message I realized that this.