Call Girl Princess

Call Girl Princess

~K. Lyn~

Romancing Erotica Books

Copyright 2011-04-23:
K. Lyn

ISBN:
 
978-1-4524-6743-6

All Rights Reserved

http://www.beautobeau.com

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Included in:
 
Call
Girl Princess

1.
 
Openers

2.
 
Introduction

3.
 
Call Girl Princess

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Introduction:

         
Mikala’s
beautiful
apartment overlooking Central Park is not only the place she calls home, but
over the last few years it has become the
Ellis Island
for foreign and domestic businessmen who know the importance of being seen with
a gorgeous woman on their arm.
 
Being
seen with
Mikala
is a guaranteed deal maker, and the gratitude
shown to her after the deal is done takes care of
Mikala’s
“other” needs as well.
 
Mikala
must keep her secret life hidden from her family,
who would never understand, but when two young doctors elicit her services, one
whose name seems very familiar, she realizes that she may be in too deep.

Call Girl Princess:

“Since when is
promiscuity a disease?”
 

Mikala
tried to silence her friend.
 
“Will you
keep it down?
 
We are on the
Upper East Side
.”
 

Carrie continued swinging her purse
as the two young women walked down the street.
 

“You look like a child, Carrie,
swinging your purse as if it were your very first.”
 

“You were the one who said I would
meet someone as soon as I arrived in the Big Apple.
 
I haven’t had sex in over six months.
 
My divorce is final, and I am horny with a
capital H.”
 

Mikala
hailed a cab and the two fast friends were on their way to her place.
 
Mikala’s
place was
not only a very lavish apartment.
 
Mikala’s
place had become the
Ellis
Island
for foreign and domestic businessmen who knew the
importance of being seen with a beautiful woman on their arm.
 
Mikala
had helped
seal more deals than the CEO of a Fortune 500 company.
 
She was not a prostitute, or at least that
was what she had convinced herself.
 
Mikala
was a paid escort, a highly paid escort.
 
She had no one working for her, and she had
marketed herself very strategically.
 
A
business degree from
Columbia
University
had been well
worth the time and money for her.
 

Mikala’s
family
was of noble birth and money was no issue, but there were very specific things
expected of
Mikala
following completion of her formal
studies.
 
Mikala
had promised that she would return home and be the princess that was expected
of her, but she had begged her father to allow her to attend graduate school
first.
 
That would buy her a little time
to do what she really wanted to do.
 
Mikala
wasn’t ready to settle down yet, and she had
purchased her glorious apartment on the
Upper East Side
one year to the day after graduation, with her own money.
 
That way her father, His Royal Highness,
could not claim ownership and force her to leave until she was ready.
 

Carrie walked into
Mikala’s
apartment and ran straight to the window.
 
“That’s the park,
Mikala
,
The Park.”
 

“I know.
 
Isn’t it wonderful?
 
I run at least three times a week.
 
I need to maintain my figure.”
 
She ran her hands along her body to prove her
point.
 
Mikala
was beautiful.
 
Carrie had always thought
so, but
Mikala
was also exceptionally smart.
 

“Come on.
 
I’ll show you the rest of the apartment.”
 

Mikala
led Carrie through her beautiful apartment which had more than enough space for
one person.
 
“Take the extra
bedroom.”
 

Carrie placed her bags in the extra
bedroom and sat down on the bed.
 
“I
could love this life.”
 

Mikala
poured them a glass of wine and they discussed their plans.
 

“Does your mother know what you
do?”
 

“Mother thinks that I am in
graduate school, but what I am is CEO of my own company, and of my own
life.”
 

Carrie laughed at her friend’s
comment, but
Mikala
was serious.
 

“Why did you decide to do this,
anyway?
 
You could do absolutely nothing
and still be rich.”
 

Mikala
patted the drops of wine from her full lips.
 
“And I would be forced to do and say whatever my father and husband
chose for me.
 
No thank you.
 
Anyway, when I was working as an intern for
that accounting firm, you remember, I endured one boring staff meeting after
another.
 
Then when I had the chance, I
picked the brain of the CEO.
 
He told me
how many hours he worked every week, how little time he spent with his family,
and how he had no time to do what he really wanted to do.
 
Work was his life.
 
But it was what he didn’t say that really got
my attention.”
 

Carrie gave her friend a confused
look.
 

“All the time we were talking, the
man kept staring at my legs.
 
I played
with my skirt, moving it upward along my thigh, and then back down.
 
The man licked his lips with every rise of my
skirt and I swear, by the end of the conversation he had a rise all his
own.”
 

Carrie giggled.
 

“I was told by professor after
professor that I was a marketing wonder and that I had vision.
 
I realized that I could make twice the amount
of money and work half as much time if I stepped off the beaten path, as it
were.
 
It wasn’t difficult at all.
 
A little research on the Internet, a
marketing campaign done solely by yours truly and here I am.”
 
She swept her arms to show off her just
reward.
 
“I work on referrals now, only
the richest men, and only the best.
 
Listen, Carrie, you have no idea how much power women really have all by
themselves.
 
You don’t have to be
subservient to anyone if you don’t want to be.”
 

Mikala
searched her friend’s eyes for at least a little bit of moral judgment, but
Carrie was too excited to be judgmental.
 
She wanted to know more.
 
It all
seemed so glamorous to the
Midwest
farm girl
who had married her high school sweetheart the summer after graduation.
 

“My clients sign a contract which
includes everything.
 
If they want to
spend the night with me, and they do want to spend the night with me, the price
goes up by a lot and each subsequent night is considerably more.
 
After all, I know how much their business
deals are worth and if I have helped them close those deals, then I consider it
my ‘extra’ commission.
 
You know, kind of
like a real estate agent.
 
If their agent
gets them a good deal on a sale or a purchase, sometimes the client gives gifts
or takes them out to dinner.
 
I prefer
sex and cash.”
 

Carrie was dying to know about the
sex.
 
“So, what’s it like, the sex?”
 

Mikala
smiled.
 
“Fantastic.
 
It’s like prom night every time.
 
And every man does everything, and I mean
everything, to please me.
 
Especially if they have closed a lucrative deal because of me.”
 

Carrie stood in front of the mirror
over the sofa and piled her head on top of her head.
 
“Do you think I’m pretty enough?
 
I’m educated, but I’m not that worldly.
 
And, I’ve only been with one man.”
 

Mikala
looked at her friend.
 
She would do okay,
definitely B list, though she would never be on
Mikala’s
level.
 
“Of course you’re pretty
enough.
 
Anyway, I splurge before the big
night – hair, makeup, everything is professionally done.
 
I have standing appointments with the best salons
in the city.”
 

Carrie didn’t want to ask, but she
was dying to know when
Mikala’s
next big night was
going to be.
 
“When is your next
appointment?”
 

“Very nice,
Carrie.
 
You’re asking, though not
really asking.
 
Appointment is a good
word for it.”
 
Mikala
flipped open her laptop.
 
“It’s tomorrow
night, two doctors who think they are businessmen.
 
They are brothers and they want to buy an
established practice from an old doctor who is in the process of retiring.
 
You in?
 
Take a look.”
 

Carrie nearly tripped over herself
to get a look at the two young physicians.
 
“I like, I definitely like.”
 

“Come on, Carrie.
 
It’s early to bed the night before.”
 

When
Mikala’s
alarm buzzed the next morning, Carrie heard it all the way down the hall.
 
She sat up and looked around.
 
It was dark.
 
What the fuck time is it?
 
Then
she heard the shower.
 
She lay back
down.
 
I’ll wait and let
Mikala
fill me in on the schedule for the day.
 
She was sleeping soundly again in the soft
luxurious bed when
Mikala
came jogging in, her
flowing hair tied back in a ponytail.
 

“Rise and shine,
sleepyhead.”
 

Carrie turned and slowly opened her
eyes.
 

“Come on, Carrie.
 
It’s part of the job.
 
If you want to be a part of my world, you
have to keep in shape.”