Love In Isolation

I have been a very popular escort and so I was kept very busy all the time before this virus made it virtually impossible to go out on dates, and consequentially I put my mind to figuring out ways to address the needs of my clients without leaving home. The first thing I did was to set up facetime and skype appointments with them for which I was paid handsomely, and that went very well; I will tell you about a particularly amusing one shortly. I also made some indecent videos of myself doing all kinds of naughty things, which I have been selling to some of my best clients, and these have become so popular and in great demand that I will be back behind the camera very soon. 

The video chat that I mentioned earlier was with a client who liked me to dress in a schoolgirl uniform every time I had a date with him, and he insisted I wear the same outfit for our skype date. It was very odd at first, standing in front of my laptop screen, trying to adjust my pose for optimal effect, but I soon got the hang of it and told him I was ready for my lesson.

He looked more agitated than usual and his shyness almost made me lose my composure and break out laughing, but I kept my cool and waited for his instructions. It didn’t take long for him to get down to business and he gave me a short lecture on how my grades were down and how disappointed he was in me. Then, as expected, he told me that I would have to be punished. He told me to turn around and bend over and lift my skirt so that he could give me a mild slapping on my bum. I was quite used to this because it happened on all our dates, so I did as he asked and put my bum close to the camera. I could hear the sound of him slapping something or other, maybe himself for all I know, and then the usual heavy breathing and shortness of breath. He told me to come closer to the camera, and as I did so I knocked over the laptop. At this point I must have lost my presence of mind because I burst out laughing. I guess this kind of ruined the moment for him. 

However, I knew what to do. I set the laptop back on my desk and stood there facing it with one finger in my mouth, while with the other hand I pulled down my panties and began to touch myself while saying in a very adolescent voice “I’m such a naughty girl” and other words to that effect. This brought him right back into things and I could hear him playing with himself, at first slowly then ferociously, and I knew he would not be able to resist coming like a geyser on the other end of the line. 

What a relief!