Five Thousand Dollar Hooker

By Juliet Beltrey

This is a highly erotic, sexually explicit story of what a woman, expert in the ways of both men and women, can offer when she presents herself for sexual service—with no boundaries—and includes deep-throating, anal, facial, threesome, girl on girl, fisting, and squirting. Told in vivid, first person detail.
Note: explicit content for adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Juliet Beltrey
• Release date: Feb 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301975006

Juliet Beltrey

I’m the quiet girl you’d never suspect is secretly full of sexual thoughts. As a writer, I naturally gravitated to erotica. I enjoy focusing on the hidden nature of our sexual desires, with sexual fantasy often becoming reality in my stories. I love to explore the full expression of our sexuality, and have found that writing erotica allows me to do that. Thank you for reading!

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Five Thousand Dollar Hooker

Juliet Beltrey

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Copyright © 2016 Juliet Beltrey | Scorpio Rising Publishing

I have a cover. I always do. This time my name is Niko Brascilla, and I’m a fashion accessories buyer.

It was Couture Fashion Week in New York City. I was at the Waldorf Astoria Grand Ballroom, having spent the day taking in the latest displays in the opulent world of high fashion.

I was trying to spot potential clients, and keeping an eye out for any other of my kind. Getting into an event like this is difficult, even for those in the fashion industry. It’s considerably harder getting in as a prostitute.

You might think an event like this is all women. Mostly true, but the few men here spend the whole day looking at beautiful women. They’re overworked, far from home, and have extravagant expense accounts. Fertile ground for my line of work.

After the day’s events at the Waldorf, I was at an industry networking event with about a hundred other people. We were all in the private dining room of an exclusive Manhattan restaurant. It was hosted by one of Europe’s top design houses. I was wearing a twelve hundred dollar dress, D&G heels, and silk underwear that was barely there. At these events, you can wear clothes you’d never wear in a normal public setting. Also perfect for my line of work.

I feel different as Niko. Taller. I have a relaxed, confident posture that is open and inviting. The neckline of my dress drops well below my bust. I’m wearing a translucent support bra that fades to paper thin just above my nipples. It gives my full breasts perfect support and lift, accentuating my deep, swollen cleavage.

My dress, oxblood red, barely goes past my thighs. It weighs about four ounces and has a delicate gold pattern woven through it. It feels light as tissue, contrasts my porcelain skin, and offsets my dark red hair. The dress is alternately loose and clingy, sliding over my skin in silent caresses. A slight adjustment of my shoulders, at my discretion, and my dress opens, my bra revealing more than it covers.

I may be a whore, but I put as much consideration into what I wear as anyone in the room. I’ve even thought of starting