She didn’t see herself as a prostitute. She would have been offended if she had been called one. She called herself a hostess and worked for a reputable escort agency. You could book her, not for an hour, but for a day, an evening or a night. She saw herself as a companion who gave her time to rich business people and was paid for it.

Her clients would be far too busy to care about a steady relationship. They were engineers who were in charge of large projects and never stayed anywhere for more than a few days. They were trade fair visitors who didn’t want to sit alone at dinner in the evening and appreciated the company of a charming lady they could talk to. They were management consultants who were simply looking for some distraction after a stressful day.

When she talked about her job, she always had a few anecdotes at the ready that suggested an interesting working life. There was the art connoisseur, for example, who took her to a museum to share his knowledge in detail while showing her paintings by artists she had previously only known by name. Another seemed to be an important person who didn’t want to attend a large gala reception alone and was therefore looking for a woman to play his wife. And then, of course, there were countless single men who had two theater tickets and simply wanted to spend a convivial evening in pleasant company.

She was a very beautiful woman, slender in stature yet feminine in proportion with lush flowing hair and a friendly manner that instantly aroused sympathy. She knew how to dress appropriately for every situation and made a well-groomed impression in every other respect. No, she couldn’t be a mean whore who sold herself to men, although there were certainly many who would give a lot to spend a night with her.

She simply knew how to present herself the way she wanted to be seen and had managed for years to maintain the image she wanted others to have of her. With the result that she was envied by her friends rather than viewed with suspicion. And that she was seen as a successful woman who always wore expensive clothes, owned a chic condominium and had a respectable car.

Only very few people knew that there was a dark side to her business and she stayed away from them. After all, an escort service provides companions for wealthy gentlemen who were strangers in the city and longed for company. But none of the ladies who worked here would have been able to maintain their upscale lifestyle if there wasn’t more to it than what was officially mentioned.

Of course, the men weren’t just looking for a companion for a nice evening out. Of course, they had more in mind than just strolling through the city with a charming woman, taking her out to dinner or going to the theater, concert or opera with her. These were men with style and they didn’t just want to take a call girl to their room that any hotel porter could arrange for them. And they were men with high standards who valued a companion with culture and good manners who could meet their intellectual demands.

However, she had experienced time and again that many a cultured façade only lasted as long as you were in a public space. Once the door to the hotel suite was locked, however, the mood often changed abruptly and the elegant gentleman became a common man who was well aware that he was dealing with a woman who was paid to be at his service. And who treated her accordingly.

Like the real estate agent the other day, for example, who was obviously negotiating a really big deal and was waiting for her downstairs in the hotel lobby. He was charming, if a little overconfident. He paid her discreet compliments and treated her with great respect as they sat in the hotel restaurant with a view of the city’s sea of houses at night. A man of the old school who had a lot to say, but also gave his companion plenty of opportunity to be part of the conversation.

Afterwards, they had had a nightcap in the hotel bar and – admittedly – she was no longer completely sober when she stood with him in the elevator and knew that they would be in his room in a few moments. It was in the isolated togetherness of the elevator that he approached her for the first time. His right hand first gently wrapped around her hips and then wandered uninhibitedly to explore the curves of her bottom with gentle kneading movements. But at that moment, the gentleman was still fully intact and she didn’t find his intrusiveness unpleasant.

However, that changed abruptly when they entered his hotel suite.

„Go to the bathroom,“ he said in a curt commanding tone and somehow it sounded to her as if he was asking her to wash herself thoroughly before she got into his bed. Of course, she had planned to do that anyway and she took her time with her personal hygiene before returning to the room in the white terrycloth bathrobe the hotel had provided. He had poured himself a whisky and brought the glass to his mouth with his left hand while he held a remote control in his right and flicked through the program.

He wordlessly stepped behind her, undid the loops of her bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders. The fluffy fabric fell to the floor and she stood naked in front of him. With slightly glazed eyes, he walked around her several times and absorbed the sight of her body. She felt as if she was being scrutinized like a piece of cattle. Without a word, he disappeared into the bathroom himself and she did what she always did in such situations. Naked as she had always been, she draped herself as sexily as possible on the bed and put on the lasciviously seductive smile that normally leaves no man untouched.

He hadn’t bothered to put on a bathrobe. Naked as he had emerged from the shower, he stood in the room and looked down at her from above. „Come here,“ was the next command and she complied with his request. „Kneel down,“ he said and she knew what he wanted her to do. His cock was already showing its readiness and she immediately set about pushing back the foreskin and lavishing it with her lips and tongue. He stood there with his legs apart and allowed himself to be serviced while his cock grew in size and his muscles became increasingly taut.

After a while, he pushed her off him. He pulled her up to him, kneaded her breasts and grabbed her buttocks possessively. A strong slap made her jump forward, startled. It wasn’t meant to be playful. It was meant to hurt. Another followed and she turned away from him to escape the searing pain. He followed her and pushed her roughly onto the bed. Then he grabbed her by the back of the knees, bent her thighs back as far as they would go and gave her buttocks, which were stretched tight in this position, half a dozen more blows.

No doubt about it. She was his property, at least for this evening. He thought it fitting to punish a whore like her for being a whore in the first place. He wanted her to beg him and whimper for mercy, which she did after a while. Then he turned her around, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her already red-hot ass up to him. „Spread your legs,“ he said before he penetrated her without further ado and fucked her mercilessly. His cock was rock hard and he pushed it into her again and again. It seemed like an eternity to her and she could only hope that he would come soon and release her. Which he finally did, pumping his hot seed into her with an animalistic moan.

A little later, his cock had shrunk to a pathetic little sausage. He rolled to one side and threw himself exhausted onto the bed. She knew what was about to happen. A man had fucked himself dry and would sink into a deep sleep in a few moments.

She stood up. With her thighs pressed together, she went into the bathroom and set about washing the traces of this man from her body and making her skin smell tolerable again with the help of lots of shower gel. She also had to get rid of the taste in her mouth and opened a cellophane-wrapped toothbrush to brush her teeth thoroughly. Then she got dressed and silently left the hotel suite. He had booked her for the night, but she had no intention of sitting with him at the breakfast table.

Of course, there were men who had only booked her because they were looking for a nice companion who knew her way around the city and promised them an interesting day. A sumptuous candlelit dinner was a kind of thank you before they parted and everyone was satisfied. Sometimes even something like sympathy developed and quite a few men deliberately asked for her when they were in town again. Occasionally it just happened and it seemed quite natural for her to follow her patron to his room to spend the night with him. In the morning, she usually found a discreet envelope in her handbag, reminding her that it had been a paid evening and not just an act of affection.

Of course, there were also worse experiences than a few slaps on the bare bottom. The worst of these was a few months ago and had left her unable to do her job for weeks.

It was a former German army soldier with whom she met in the most elegant restaurant in town. He had fought in the war in Yugoslavia and belonged to a special unit there. A wiry man with angular features and short-shaven hair. She spontaneously felt a warning signal in her stomach when he approached the table and introduced himself. But he turned out to be a profound connoisseur of fine dining and did not seem to be averse to the pleasures of life. He also looked damn good with his well-toned body, which somehow didn’t quite match the dark blue Armani suit he was wearing. He had traveled the world and had a lot to say. Somehow she felt like a silly little girl in his presence, even though he gave her plenty of opportunities to contribute to the conversation herself and then listened with interest.

The conversation dragged on for a long time and she hadn’t had such an excellent meal in a long time. Her initial uncertainty was wiped away and only reappeared for a tiny moment when her host escorted her outside. There was an impressive black limousine with a chauffeur. He got out immediately and opened the door to the rear seat for her and then her companion before taking his place behind the wheel again. He obviously didn’t need to be told where the journey was going because he immediately steered the car out of the parking space and into the flow of traffic. She learned that this time she was not going to a hotel, as was usually the case. Her companion probably held a senior management position at a defense company and was often in the city. He didn’t like hotels, but thought that his penthouse apartment would offer more amenities than any luxurious hotel room anyway.

They landed in the middle of the city center in a street lined with mighty office buildings and elegant stores. They stopped in front of a garage entrance and waited until the massive iron gate rolled upwards in response to an unknown signal. Then the car slid into a narrow tube that led downwards in a tight curve until they reached a parking space in the underground garage that was apparently reserved especially for them. She noticed cameras everywhere and realized that obviously only cars she could never afford were parked down here.

The elevator apparently required a code to be entered and then rushed straight up an unknown number of floors. Meanwhile, she found herself in a tiny space between two men who both looked like they were constantly working to keep their bodies in shape. They were obviously both soldiers and, in their immaculate suits, looked as if they had been disguised for life as civilians.

When the doors of the elevator moved aside with a soft hiss and cleared the way, she couldn’t help but be impressed and let her gaze wander into the spacious room that opened up before her. The elevator had taken her directly to her host’s apartment, which was of a completely different caliber than the small condominium she owned herself. There didn’t seem to be any dividing walls here. Everything was open and spacious. The outer walls were completely glazed, giving visitors to the apartment an unobstructed view of the city. It took her a while to take it all in, while the chauffeur disappeared unnoticed into nothingness and vanished from the scene.

There was a luxurious marble-lined bathroom here. But apart from that, there were no walls dividing the room into living room, bedroom and other rooms. You could see directly outside from the spacious round bed. An expansive seating area made of white leather provided seating for a dozen people and a gleaming brushed stainless steel kitchen opened directly onto the dining area.

‚You might want to freshen up a bit,‘ he suggested, directing her towards the bathroom. ‚I’ve got something ready for you to wear. She did as he said and enjoyed the experience of a shower for several minutes, with water pouring out of a thousand openings directly from the ceiling as if in the rain, supplemented by side showers if desired. Somewhere in the background, music was playing softly. She guessed it was the Swedish Esbjon Svensson Trio. So he was a jazz lover, which she interpreted positively.

What he had prepared for her was a wafer-thin kimono that felt like nothing on her skin and certainly appealed to her taste. The elegant piece was only held together by a single band of fabric and she knew that it would make for an arousing sight and probably also offer her some insights.

The master of the house wasted no time. He seemed quite taken with her transformation into a geisha and offered her an old cognac, which felt like soft fire in her throat and was just right to give her the inner relaxation she would need for the rest of the evening. She assumed that this man was experienced with women and certainly had precise ideas about how he wanted to spend the rest of the night with her. At first, however, he only kissed her extensively, his temperament fluctuating between wet play with his tongue and playful bites. He favored her neck and cheeks and slipped the light, airy fabric off her shoulders to include them in his caresses. Meanwhile, his hands began their full exploration of her body. As a result, the fabric, which was only loosely held in place anyway, quickly gave up its already only vaguely concealing function and slipped completely to the floor a little later. His touch alternated between gentle stroking and energetic gripping. His grip between her legs was hard, almost brutal and made her gasp in shock. He roughly pushed her legs apart with his right knee and began to finger the wrinkled region below her pronounced mound of Venus in detail. Although she was already wet, she wasn’t really ready for him yet. Nevertheless, he suddenly penetrated her and began to fuck her vigorously and demanding with two fingers.

She didn’t like being handled so roughly and escaped his grip several times without really succeeding. Somewhere inside her, that alarming feeling of having let herself into a not entirely unproblematic situation arose again. She realized that she was trapped up here on what was probably the top floor of an office building. She probably couldn’t even escape without knowing the correct code for the elevator.

He must have realized that she didn’t like this game, but he didn’t seem to care. He acknowledged her next attempt to resist his grasp with a firm slap on her bottom, which made her jump forward in fright. She lost her balance and threatened to tumble to the ground. But he caught her and carried her straight over to the circular bed, which seemed a more suitable place for him to continue his actions. His eyes were like those of an animal as he threw her onto the bed like a hunted prey and turned her on her side. She curled up in fear, but was unable to escape him. On the contrary, she now presented her back, bottom and thighs to him in a way that obviously suited his intentions. He took her in his pincer grip by forcing his thumb into her anus and using two fingers to penetrate her second opening. Only now did she begin to protest openly against his actions. „You’re hurting me,“ she screamed at him and pounded him with her fists. His expression showed annoyance. His eyes became piercing. His lips curled into a hard, thin line. Exasperated, he let go of her.

„Wait a minute,“ he hissed as he rose very slowly and looked down at her disdainfully for a while, „I’ll show you.“ Then he grabbed her roughly by both arms, pulled her off the bed and dragged her into the middle of the room, where he left her sobbing on the thick carpet and disappeared somewhere in the back of the apartment.

A little later, he was standing there. The chauffeur, who obviously also acted as a butler, stood next to her with his legs apart and looked down at her. His expression was hard and expressionless. A man who had probably already killed and carried out every order he was given. In his hand he held something she couldn’t identify at first, until she gradually realized that it was a whip. It consisted of a short handle with several leather straps coming off it, almost two meters long and instinctively frightening to a woman like her lying naked on the floor. Despite the music still playing softly in the background, an ominous silence fell over the scene. The master of the house stepped into her field of vision and now looked down at her too, while she had turned to the side and was looking anxiously from one to the other.

„I think you should teach her a lesson,“ her host said and the two men exchanged a knowing nod. The man with whom she had been chatting animatedly at dinner a short time before, while he had been polite and courteous to her, turned away from her without a word. He adjusted one of the massive leather armchairs so that he could take a seat and enjoy the upcoming spectacle.

She had grown up in a family where children were simply not spanked. During her time as a hostess, she had often received a light and sometimes stronger slap on the bottom. She had also been slapped in the face by a customer who felt he had to reprimand her. But she had never felt a whip.

And what she felt now was worse than anything she had ever experienced. The first blow was like a bolt of lightning that shot through her whole body without her being able to locate where the leather straps had hit her. She reared up, let out a shrill scream and tried to crawl away on all fours. But the very next blow threw her to the ground again, while she spun around uncontrollably and looked at her tormentor. He had already lashed out a third time and once again turned her body into a single burning fire. He made no effort to hit any particular part of her body, but simply tried to make the six leather straps hissing hotly through the air hit her defenceless body as effectively as possible.

At some point, she curled up like an embryo and desperately tried to offer his blows as little surface to attack as possible. But she didn’t really succeed, because every new blow sent her body into uncontrollable reactions, with which she constantly offered him new surfaces to attack.

„That’s enough,“ she finally heard the relieving words and her torment was suddenly over. The man, still looking impassive, calmly rolled the leather straps into a loop and left the room without comment.

This must have been how slave girls felt after being punished for some misdemeanor. Her whole body burned and her thoughts whirled through her head faster than she could perceive them. A small eternity passed while she writhed on the ground and licked her wounds. But humans get used to everything and eventually she too reached a state in which her whole body was simply burning and she was enveloped in a steady heat that was almost soothing compared to what she had felt before.

„Go over to the bed,“ he said calmly and he knew that she would obey him. On all fours, she followed his instructions, climbed onto the round bed and was ready for anything. He didn’t go to too much trouble. „Get on your knees,“ was his command and she knew that he wanted to take her from behind. She willingly stuck her bottom up, spread her legs slightly and presented herself to him where he probably expected.

A horny sight, he thought to himself as he studied her pronounced labia, which gaped wide apart in this position and offered an unobstructed view of what makes a woman a woman. Did she realize that she was now offering him two openings to choose from? One was gaping open, ready to receive him. The other was firmly closed and stubbornly resisting. He spat into his hands and firmly forced two fingers into her anus rosette until it had become accustomed to the unfamiliar penetration and gradually relaxed. Then he applied his cock, which had already grown into a hard rod, and penetrated her slowly and relentlessly. Few women enjoy being fucked in the ass and this one was clearly one of those who didn’t enjoy it. But it wasn’t about her, it was about his pleasure.