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She is full time escort, part time ballerina, lives with her religious boyfriend in NYC, and enjoys every bit of life

Day 1

I have been dating my boyfriend for three years. I have been an escort for four. He doesn’t know what I do. I am so busy that he doesn’t question it. We have a lot of trust. F is christian so it isn’t exactly within his morals. We live in Brooklyn in an apartment building.

8am F kisses me softly. Shit I forgot how sore I was. ABT hired a new choreographer and she has been working us like crazy.

8:15am F makes love to me. He is so gentle. I feel bad because sometimes my daddies fuck me harder.

9am I eat a yogurt. I’m on a diet because the costumes for our show are skin tight.

10am I get dressed. Modestly ha. I go to church with F twice a week. He thinks it keeps us closer. If he only knew what I thought about during prayer.

10:30am We sit at church waiting for prayer to begin. I open my sugar daddy app placed in the third row of a folder titled “Utilities”. I have notifications turned off so F doesn’t see any messages I get from my daddies. I have four new messages. Two guys want dinner with me tonight. One daddy wants me to come over. The fourth one is a new man wondering about my hobbies.

10:45am F starts singing the worship songs. I always just mouth the words. It actually turns me on to think of my job while at church. I wonder what the priest would think. He’d for sure fuck me. Unless, of course, at 23, I am too old for him.

12pm Finally home. I put on my leotard and warm up pants. I grab my stinky bag and fill up my water bottle. I kiss F. We started dating shortly after high school. He made me laugh in a way that is sweet and nerdy at the same time and I fell for him. We went to the same school but we only got closes after prom. Back then I was very different. Still, I got so used to living with him. He provides that layer of security and normality to everything I do. I’ll never leave him.

1pm I roll out my body in the studio and talk to H and V. V is a dancer at FlashDancers NYC. H works at a daycare. I love them. But we hate a lot of bitches here. Ballerinas are catty.

1:30pm The choreographer makes us warm up. She has red hair and very odd moves. Her piece is modern. It feels nice not to have pointe shoes on for once. My daddies never fail to mention how ugly my feet are.

2:30pm We’ve done the dance five times. I want to go home.

3:30pm I get a coffee with H and V. V is dancing at her club tonight. I tell her I might stop by with one of my daddies. We stop at the dance supply store. I have to buy another pair of pointe shoes and a pair of tights without holes. I used to worry about the cost, now it’s nothing.

4pm I take a bath. My body never feels good. Maybe after a couple drinks.

5pm F is at work still. He owns a small cafe. It is very hipster. I text him that I won’t be home until much later and that I’m going out with the girls tonight.

5:30pm I stare at myself in the mirror. I stare at my small boobs and muscular legs. My daddies like how light I am. I put on a mini black dress and a leather jacket.

6pm I meet R in Manhattan. It’s nice to live in Brooklyn because I never fear of bumping into F.

7pm We order drinks at an underground jazz club. The music is loud but we still converse. He tells me that I look so nice. He says it looks like I’m not eating. Ya douche I’m not. I drink my glass of wine and listen to the music.

8pm R is drunk. He strokes my thigh and puts his hand up my dress. He slowly rubs my clit outside my panties. I don’t mind.

8:15pm I excuse myself to the toilet. I take a long piss. Jesus, I’m small and so is my bladder. I open the door and R forces himself through, shutting the door. He pushes me up against the wall and slides my dress up. This is what I meant by F being gentle. R puts his dick inside me and thrusts hard. I moan softly for him. He grabs my ponytail and goes deeper.

9pm R paid me $650. I uber to FlashDancers. I meet N outside. I like N. He is a big and always makes me cum. Not many of my daddies do that. I blow a kiss to V. She dances so sensually, she makes the men go mad.

9:30pm I drink another glass of wine. I’m drunk since I haven’t eaten. N pays attention to me disregarding the ten sexy women shaking their asses. He tells me that he wishes I was dancing for him. I tell him maybe I can give him a private one later.

10pm We uber to N’s apartment.

10:15pm I lay on his bed. He lights a cigarette and lays down next to me. He reminds me of the private dance I promised.

10:30pm I put on a record and began to dance for N. I technically could work at FlashDancers too. There’s just no need with my income. I touch my body and move my hips slowly. I take one layer of clothing off at a time.

10:35pm N jokingly throws a 20 dollar bill at me. He grabs my hips and pulls me onto the bed. He kisses me everywhere and begins to rub my clit. I close my eyes and relax and feeling myself getting close. No need to fake my noises with N. R was kind of close but he finished just before me, but it really built up. I moan and release everything. I don’t even need his money. He turns me around and pounds me. His dick feels so right.

11pm I take another uber. $900 total tonight.

11:30pm I get home and F is reading with a cup of tea. He puts his glasses on his head and smiles at me. I just wanna collapse and fall asleep.I basically don’t feel my legs after the glorious orgasm I had just one hour ago. No way I am taking shower. I hope F isn’t in the mood of going down on me before bed like he usually does. I’ll risk it. Amen.

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