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Claire Westwood
Riding Her First John (Threesome, Interracial, College Erotica)
Riding Her First John (Threesome, Interracial, College Erotica)
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<h2>”Well, it was official, I thought, staring at the business card in my hand. I was going to be a whore...”</h2>
To pay her college bills, Eve has decided to take up a rather unusual second job – she's been hired as a high-priced escort, providing sexual services to the rich and discreet! And tonight, she's going out to meet her very first client.
Raymond Magnus, a high-priced hedge fund manager, is a superstar in the finance world, and is looking to celebrate tonight. When Eve arrives at his nightclub, The Verve, she is escorted to Magnus's private booth, where she finds him ready to get down – along with his second-in-command, a tall black man named Marcus! And both men are eyeing Eve like she's the next course on the menu...
<b>Warning: This 5,200-word erotic romance contains graphic scenes of sex between an escort and her two clients, and is intended for adult audiences only.</b>
<h2>Excerpt:</h2>
<i>Just as Greco had told me, the bouncer standing outside the third booth from the left nodded to me respectfully, and pulled back the cloth curtain so that I could duck inside. I did so, and found myself in a tasteful room, dominated by a massive, U-shaped couch. The fabric muffled the outside sound significantly, so it was much quieter inside, and spotlights in the ceiling made it a bit easier to see as well. A square table was in the middle of the couch, and ice buckets were placed on either end, but my attention was focused on the two men lounging on the couch.
Raymond Magnus looked a lot like the photographs I had seen online; he was tall and lanky, his dark hair swept at the sides with wings of silver. He was draped over the couch, his legs propped up on the table in the middle with one arm hanging off the back. On the other side of the couch was a large black man, also stretched out and clearly relaxing. They were both sipping on champagne flutes, and they glanced up at me as I entered with nearly identical expectant expressions. In the back, behind the couch, stood another girl, her eyes downcast, not making eye contact with me as I entered.
“Ah, you must be Eve,” Raymond said, leering up at me over the lip of his champagne glass. “It's lovely to meet you. We're going to have such a fun time tonight...”</i>
To pay her college bills, Eve has decided to take up a rather unusual second job – she's been hired as a high-priced escort, providing sexual services to the rich and discreet! And tonight, she's going out to meet her very first client.
Raymond Magnus, a high-priced hedge fund manager, is a superstar in the finance world, and is looking to celebrate tonight. When Eve arrives at his nightclub, The Verve, she is escorted to Magnus's private booth, where she finds him ready to get down – along with his second-in-command, a tall black man named Marcus! And both men are eyeing Eve like she's the next course on the menu...
<b>Warning: This 5,200-word erotic romance contains graphic scenes of sex between an escort and her two clients, and is intended for adult audiences only.</b>
<h2>Excerpt:</h2>
<i>Just as Greco had told me, the bouncer standing outside the third booth from the left nodded to me respectfully, and pulled back the cloth curtain so that I could duck inside. I did so, and found myself in a tasteful room, dominated by a massive, U-shaped couch. The fabric muffled the outside sound significantly, so it was much quieter inside, and spotlights in the ceiling made it a bit easier to see as well. A square table was in the middle of the couch, and ice buckets were placed on either end, but my attention was focused on the two men lounging on the couch.
Raymond Magnus looked a lot like the photographs I had seen online; he was tall and lanky, his dark hair swept at the sides with wings of silver. He was draped over the couch, his legs propped up on the table in the middle with one arm hanging off the back. On the other side of the couch was a large black man, also stretched out and clearly relaxing. They were both sipping on champagne flutes, and they glanced up at me as I entered with nearly identical expectant expressions. In the back, behind the couch, stood another girl, her eyes downcast, not making eye contact with me as I entered.
“Ah, you must be Eve,” Raymond said, leering up at me over the lip of his champagne glass. “It's lovely to meet you. We're going to have such a fun time tonight...”</i>
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