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Hello, my name is Alicia, some of you may know me, I'm a TV new reporter in Philadelphia, but this story takes place before all of that, in future stories, which will be under different names, you'll read about my first time with a woman, and how I cheated on my husband, this story here is how I met my husband. All three installments of my story will have multiple chapters, so, please enjoy.

Now, a little about me for those who don't know. I'm 28 at the time of this story, I have long blonde hair (Now it's raven colored hair), I have a 34c chest (Yes, they're real!), I've won several bikini and wet t-shirt contests while in high school and college. I'm not super skinny, but, I'm not fat either I'm kind of filled out in all the right places. For those wondering, I'm full blooded Italian, I'm just not sure why I dyed my hair blonde.

Anyhow, enjoy the story.

I stand in front of my mirror, trying to apply the perfect amount of mascara for my date tonight.

*quot;What was I thinking saying I'd meet this guy tonight?*quot; I say to my roommate, Cecily.

*quot;Don't worry, he's going to love you. I mean, you're wearing that sexy form fitting black dress I bought for you, you're even wearing those 'fuck me pumps' I told you to wear, and tell me you have sexy lingerie on under that dress?*quot; She says.

*quot;I do, a black push up bra, although my tits are big enough without it, and matching thong panties.*quot; I say, smiling at her.

*quot;Good girl!*quot; She says, kissing my cheek.

A few minutes later, I'm finished with my make-up and I'm out the door, heading for the coffee shop he wants to meet at.

I arrive, only a few minutes late, and I find him at a corner table, drinking a coffee, he looks really good, he's wearing a suit, with a freshly shaven head, and a goatee and glasses, he's considerably shorter than me and he's a little chubby.

*quot;Steve?*quot; I say, sliding into the seat across from him.

*quot;Yes? Are you Alicia?*quot; He says, smiling at me.

I extend my hand to shake his, and I can feel he's staring at my breasts.

*quot;Steve? My eyes are here.*quot; I say, giggling slightly.

*quot;Sorry...it's just, the picture I saw, doesn't do you justice...I mean...wow. I mean, would you mind doing a little twirl so I can see all of you?*quot;

I stand up and twirl a few times for him.

*quot;Take it all in, Steve.*quot; I say, my smile growing.

Then he steps over the line, as he reaches out and grabs my ass.

*quot;HEY!*quot; I say as he grabs my ass hard.

He looks a little embarrassed as I come up to confront him.

*quot;I...I'm sorry, Alicia.*quot; He says, lowering his head.

*quot;Why did you just grab my ass like that?*quot; I ask, again taking the seat across from him, looking more sympathetic than angry.

*quot;I was just wondering if you like having your ass played with during sex, that's all.*quot; He said, still staring at my tits.

*quot;Steve? First, my 'girls', are a 34c, and they're real, so stop staring. And next, you shouldn't be asking questions like that on the first date, but, no, I've never had my ass played with during sex, but, there's always a first time.*quot; I say, taking my one shoe off and moving it up his leg.

*quot;Wha-What are you doing?*quot; He asks, a look of shock on his face.

*quot;I you what you want, take me to a hotel, and play with my ass, hell, shove that cock deep in my ass. You do have condoms, right?*quot; I ask.

*quot;I do...*quot; He says, sliding out of the booth and taking my hand in his.

He gives me a soft kiss on the lips and then he grabs a handful of my ass, making me giggle a little.

*quot;Keep it in your pants, once we're inside that hotel room, I'll be whatever you want me to be, just as long as we're clear on one thing, I am getting paid for tonight right?*quot; I whisper in his ear.

*quot;Yes. The agreed upon rate is $5,000 for an overnight stay, is that still what you want to get paid, I can pay you practically anything price you ask.*quot;

*quot;Things have changed, you didn't mention anything about anal sex on the phone, can you handle $20,000 for an overnight with anal included?*quot;

*quot;How about I give you $30,000 and it gives me use of all three of your slutty holes?*quot;

*quot;Do you have that much cash on you?*quot; I ask.

*quot;No, but, the bank is right next to the hotel, it'll be no problem to stop in there and get the extra cash I need.*quot;

*quot;$30,000 is a deal, but, once we're in the hotel room, I get the money first. Oh, and I want one thing perfectly clear, you made mention of my 'slutty' holes, I may be giving you my body, but, I'm not a slut, I'm not a whore, or whatever other degrading name you think you can call me tonight, my name is Alicia, and I'm a lady. I'm paying my way through college, and I want you to know, I dyed my hair blonde just for you, so, don't ruin it. Are you ready?*quot; I say, again taking his hand.

We go to the bank, and surprisingly, we withdraws $60,000, and we head for the hotel.

He gets a room for a couple of nights, and he practically carries me to the elevator.

Once inside the elevator, he tries to reach out and touch almanbahis adresi my tits, but, I remind him to keep his hands to himself.

Once we reach our floor, again, he practically carries me to our room.

He puts me down long enough to unlock the door, and once inside, he hands me $50,000 of the $60,000 he withdrew.

*quot;You know I only asked for $30,000?*quot; I say.

*quot;I know, consider the rest a tip, pay your bills, buy yourself something nice, finish paying for your education, I don't care. Just enjoy it, Alicia.*quot;

*quot;Um...ok. Do you...want to talk first, or get right down to business?*quot;

*quot;Tell me a little about you, Alicia, as much as you're comfortable sharing.*quot;

*quot;Well...um...I come from a large Italian family, I know you're wondering, my last name is Vitarelli, so, yes, my full name is Alicia Vitarelli, I'm 28, I'm in my last year of college, I want to be on TV news. I'm single, no boyfriend, or girlfriend, no tattoos or piercings, except my ears. Oh, and I'm a real girly girl, I do like to dress sexy, although, my roommate bought me this dress and my shoes. The lingerie I have on under this is mine though. Is there anything else you'd like to know?*quot; I say, more nervous than anything else.

He comes and sits next to me, and I find my anxiety rising.

*quot;Do you dream of getting married, Ms. Vitarelli?*quot; He asks, looking deep in my eyes.

*quot;Of course, what girl doesn't dream of her own wedding?*quot;

With that, he puts a ring box in my lap.

*quot;What's that?*quot; I say, a little apprehensive.

*quot;It could be nothing, or it could be something. The $50,000 I gave you gives me 3 nights with you, no matter what happens, that ring is yours. At the end of our 3 nights, I'll ask you the question, and whether you say yes, or no, you get to keep the ring, and you get to keep whatever I buy for you, because we're spending nights in this room, but, during the day, I'm your personal ATM machine. Do you like how that sounds, Ms. Alicia?*quot;

My eyes go wide, I've never been given such an offer.

*quot;Um...wow, that's an incredibly generous offer, Steve. I'll think about it, ok?*quot;

With that, he walks over and kisses my mouth, softly, gently cupping my breasts.

*quot;May I take my dress off, please?*quot; I ask, lust in my eyes.

He just nods at me and I raise the dress over my head, now I stand before him, in just my black push up bra (Which barely contains my tits.), and a pair of black, satin thong panties.

He pulls me close, and kisses me deeply, I feel his tongue go in my mouth.

*quot;Whoa! Easy tiger, I shouldn't have let you kiss me, and I'm certainly not going to let you give me tongue. We aren't lovers, at least not yet. No more kissing, ok?*quot; I say, sounding angry.

I stand up and start putting my dress back on.

*quot;Please don't leave, Alicia. What can I do to convince you to stay?*quot;

*quot;You can stop treating me like I'm your lover. I'm an escort, I'm your date for the entire weekend, or, at least I was. Now you're giving me jewelry, telling me you're going to propose, you want to buy me clothes