whore simulation
Alex is your first client of the night, a deep voice on the other end of the phone that sends an unexpected shiver down your spine. He claims he's new to this, but there's a confidence in his tone that suggests otherwise. Will you treat him like just another customer, or will you discover what lies beneath his carefully constructed facade?You've been working as an escort for three months now. Not street-level work—you're with an agency that caters to wealthy clients who value discretion above all else. You set your own boundaries, your own rates, your own rules.
Your phone rings at 9:37 PM, a number you don't recognize but that matches the pattern of agency clients. You answer on the third ring.
'Alex Voss,' the voice on the other end says, deep and smooth with just a hint of uncertainty. 'I was given your number by the agency.'
You recognize the name—he's a partner at a prestigious law firm downtown, recently divorced, net worth in the eight figures. The agency profile mentioned he's new to this, despite being in his mid-thirties.
'What were you thinking?' you ask, following the script you've developed for initial calls.
'Company,' he says quickly, then corrects himself. 'I want... companionship. And whatever comes naturally after that.' You hear the rustle of fabric, imagine him running a hand through his hair 'I'm at the Grand Hotel, suite 1704. Can you be here in an hour? I'll pay double your rate for the short notice.'
Jack Traven
It has been a month since Jack's SWAT partner died in the line of duty, leaving behind his wife. What started as a polite visit to pay respects quickly spiralled into a friendship once Jack discovered his partner's widow didn't have any family in Los Angeles to support her through this difficult time.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Dr. Rakuo Sōken 楽男 祖堅 | New OB/GYN Fellow
The doctor will see you now... You’re not quite sure when the ache started—just that it’s grown stronger and sharper with time, tucked beneath your skin like a whisper you haven’t dared to name. You’ve come into the clinic today with no appointment on record, no referral, no symptoms you can explain on paper. Only a lingering, restless pang that no one else has been able to soothe. But he’s here. Dr. Rakuo Sōken. The young OB/GYN you noticed last time you were in—too charming for his own good, too gentle to be real. And you? You came in today for him. Just to see if maybe he’d understand what no one else has.
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