Friday, October 08, 2004

I've been struggling all day as to how or if to write about this.

It had been a while since I had seen Gandhi, my being gone through off our schedule, so I was pleased when I got his email asking if I were available Thursday evening. G sees me so that he can fulfill fantasies that he's ashamed to request his wife to participate in. Not that he's a crazed fetish or something most of his requests are pretty normal.

Things had been getting kind of stale so I asked him to think about some new play fantasies and suggested some mild domination. In his email he suggested going out and perhaps having sex outside or in public. I replied that we could do that but that I wouldn't put myself in a position where I felt unsafe. He response was that safety was important to him also. Then he asked if I could wear something like the girl in the picture he attached. I told him I'd see what I could do.

We met at Marie's apartment so that I could use it as a place to change. When he arrived we fucked. Usually we finish the night with him taking my ass but tonight we started that way. Me munching the carpet with him standing/straddling me. After we showered together, something we hadn't done before and he enjoyed. Then I put on the dress. I'd describe it as beyond slutty, two lycra panels laced together at the sides, strapless and so short you could almost see my cunny as I walked. Oh and platform pumps.

The evening was cool so I wore a short leather jacket, making me a bit less obvious. The apartment was a block or so off a main street where we could get a taxi. We had gone about fifteen meters when all four doors of a car just ahead opened and three men got out. Gandhi recognized them and they conversed heatedly in Hindi. Then I noticed a woman about thirty getting out of the car and another woman, a girl really, get out. I figured it was his wife.

This didn't need to be my problem so I turned and headed to the apartment. Two more men had come up behind us one blocked my way and grabbed my arm. "Let me go or I'll scream." Something was said to the guy holding me and then he let me go. Returning to the apartment I called the agency to tell them what happened hysterically, then changed, leaving by the back of the building.

I had just gotten home when Marie called to ensure I was all right. We talked for nearly an hour, by the end I went from sobbing to laughing about it and felt better when we hung up. She's good at damage control, its real concern but also protecting her investment.

I guess the men with the wife must have been Gandhi's brothers and cousins or friends; the woman could have been his sister. I suspect his evening was a lot rougher than mine.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh my, how scary! I'm glad that you were thinking clearly, and now safe.

I've never encountered an incident like this (and I imagine its very rare), however, its unsettling to think that there’s no way to foretell this situation. Intuition is an invaluable thing in this industry though I’m not certain that it would have served you here.

Luckily, its now laughable. I think you’re much more secure in the context of an escort relationship than had it been a genuine affair.

P.S. Congratulations on coming into your new skin (and online address). I will update your link.


7:50 PM  
Blogger John Psmyth said...

Creepy, Kimmy. Sounds like Ghandi wasn't, perhaps, the right family name for this guy. I'm glad you are safe.

3:29 AM  
Blogger Dacia said...

Yikes! I'm glad you're ok and able to laugh about it though.

3:49 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

Thanks all. Fortunately its now a bad memory.


5:09 PM  

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