The Escort
By Intenseman



Disclaimer:  This story contains adult material not suitable for children 
under 18.

I am in sales for a major chemical company.  Every 3 months we have to 
attend a sales meeting.  Because our company in so large, all the sales reps 
have to share a room.  This particular time I was sharing a room with a new 
guy named Ted.  I had just gotten in from dinner on the first night of the 
meeting.  Ted was not in.  I figured he was out partying which is what most 
of the guys were into.  I was scheduled to do a big presentation the next 
morning so I decided I would watch a little T.V. and then go to bed.  I was 
just about to get ready for bed, when the phone rang.

"Hello there cutie, can I come up?"  said the voice on the phone.

It was a very deep sexy voice.  Deep like a man.  Sexy like a woman who 
could work for a 900 phone service.

"Who is this?"  I asked.

"I am the special woman from the service you ordered for some company 
tonight," she said.

"Oh. . .there must be a mistake.  I didn't order any company for tonight,"  
I said.

Must be my room-mate I thought.  I had heard he was a wild guy.  But 
ordering a prostitute.  My gosh.  That was so sleazy.

"Is your name Ted?"  she asked.

"No.  I am sorry.  My name is Jason.  My roommates name is Ted.  But he is 
not in.  I am so sorry for the inconveniance,"  I said.

"You are very sweet.  I do have a problem though.  I took a cab over and was 
expecting to get paid.  Now since your roommate stood me up, I have no cab 
money,"  she said.

"I am so sorry.  Why don't you come up to the room and I will give you some 
money for a cab,"  I said.

I felt like it was the least I could do.  But I have to admit I was somewhat 
curious.  I had always imagined prostitutes as being very cheap looking.  
But she didn't sound cheap looking.  In fact she sounded very classy 
looking.  Her voice was so sexy.  I gave her my room number and she said she 
would be up in a few minutes.  Then she said something that floored me.

She said, "Your roommate has different tastes in women.  He likes his women 
big and strong.  I didn't want to scare you."

Then she hung up.  Big and strong?  Yikes.  I have always fantasized about 
meeting a big, strong, muscular woman.  What did she mean big and strong?  I 
was soon to find out!

A knock came on the door.  I looked out the peep whole and I was staring 
chest level at what appeared to be a woman in an overcoat.  I had a quick 
thought that this was odd, that the peep whole must make her appear larger 
than she really was.  I opened the door and my jaw dropped.  In front of me 
stood this incredibley tall woman.  I am 6'2" and she had aleast 6" on me.  
I looked down at her feet expecting her to have on 6" heels.  She was in 
flats.  She had a duffle bag over her shoulder.  I noticed also that she had 
incredibly large shoulders.  That was all I could really tell about her 
body.  Everything was covered by the extremely large overcoat.

"Come in. . .I am sorry. . .I just didn't realize you would be this tall,"  
I said.

"That's why I warned you sweetheart.  I get this reaction everywhere I go.  
Especially when I am showing off my body like I was going to do tonight," 
she said.

She came into the room.  I noticed she had to duck to get under the door 
frame.  She put her duffle bag down and offered me her hand.  She had 
beautifully manicure nails painted bright red.  I placed my hand in hers and 
immediately felt embarrassed.  I had never held a woman's hand that was so 
large.  She had veins popping out all over it.  Then she squeezed my hand 
and wow did it hurt.

"Ouch!"  I said.

"Oh dear. . .I am sorry.  I just forget my own strength sometimes," she 
said.

She gently began rubbing my hand and then kissed it.  Again I was 
embarrassed and I felt my loins stur just abit.

"I am sorry about my roommate.  That was a rotten thing to do.  How much 
money do you need for a cab ride?"  I asked.

"You are really very nice.  Not many people would be so nice.  I have an 
idea.  Would you like to go out?  I will show you the city.  And then you 
could drop me off at my place when we are through.  How does that sound?"  
she asked.

"I had never been with a pros. . .escort before.  I don't know."  I said.

"This would be a date.  Not an official job for me.  Just treat me like you 
would any woman that you would go out with on a first date.  Sound fair?  My 
name is Janice by the way."  she asked.

"Alright.  Sounds great Janice!"  I said.

She smiled and said, "Your roommate wanted me to show off my body.  I have 
on a mini and a tank top under here.  I also have some 6" heels in my bag.  
But again I have to warn you, I am not your normal woman.  I am extremely 
large and muscular.  I could change if you would like and put on something 
alittle more modest."

She took off her over coat and placed in on the bed.  Again I was shocked.  
I had never seem anyone as muscular as she was,male or female.  Her body 
pulsated with power.

"My gosh.  You look incredible,"  I said.

"Hmmm. . .so you like big strong women also. . .like you roommate I see?"  
she said.

I blushed and said, "Actually I have always dreamed about meeting and 
marrying a woman like yourself.  I work out at the gym and most of the 
fitness types go for really big bodybuilder types."

"I take that to mean you always wanted to go out with a woman bodybuilder?  
Well. . .I am alot bigger than most male bodybuilders.  And alot stronger 
than all of them," she said.

I took this moment to look Janice over.  She was ripped all over.  Her 
biceps were huge.  I could see her abdominals through her tank top.  Her 
quads were unbelievably huge as were her calves.  And her breasts, they sat 
up on what appeared to be an incredibly muscular chest.  But she appeared to 
not be wearing a bra.  And they stood straight out.  She made Dolly Parton 
look flat chested.

"Janice.  I have never seen a woman like you.  Do you mind if I ask how big 
you are?"  I asked.

"Not at all sweetie.  I have a tape in my bag.  Why don't I let you measure 
for yourself?"  she asked.

"Really?"  I asked.

"Yes. . .really, cutie,"  she said.

She handed me the tape and my hands were shaking.  She flexed her bicep and 
it exploded into the largest bicep I had ever seen.  I struggled to get the 
tape around it.  Wow!  It measured 27"!  Next I measured her forearms. . 
.19".  Her quads were 38" and her calves were 20".  Her chest was an 
unbelievable 70".  By this time I was extremely hard.  She noticed and seem 
to like my reaction to her body.

"Let me see your muscles," she said.

She began to measure me and I immediately felt very inadequate.  My biceps 
were 15". . .my forearms 12", my chest 46" and my quads 25" and my calves 
were 15".

"How much do you weigh, Jason dear?"  she asked.

"I weigh 185lbs.  I am 6'2" tall,"  I said.

"You are very cute!  I like my men just like you.  I love showing off my 
body to men who appreciate it.  And I have to admit I have never met a 
sweeter man than you.  But you might want to sit down darling.  For I am 
6'8" barefoot and I weigh 325lbs.  All of it is muscle as you can see. . 
.well except for my breasts.  My last boyfriend was about your size.  So 
don't feel bad honey.  I don't date a man for his muscles.  I date him for 
his personality and heart.  I can see you have a wonderful personality and 
heart.  And I am going to show you the time of your life tonight, my dear," 
she said.

"You mentioned you were strong?  Are you really strong?"  I asked.

"I am stronger than you thought a woman could ever be.  Let's just leave it 
there.  Men like you can handle my muscles but when they find out about my 
strength, they seem to get very intimidated," she said.

"Are you as strong as you looked?"  I asked.

"Oh dear. . .I am much stronger than I look," she said.

She excused herself to the restroom and I thought that I had died and gone 
to heaven.  I was going out on a date with my fantasy woman.  She opened the 
door and out came this sex goddess.  She had put on the 6" heels.  She stood 
there standing 7'2" tall.  She took me by the hand and she lifted me up and 
kissed me on the lips.  She held me on her hip like I was a child.  She 
picked up her purse and carried me to the door and opened it.  There stood 
Ted with his mouth agast.  She was still holding me on her hip.  I was 
somewhat embarrassed to be held this way.  She put me down and looked at 
Ted.

"You must be Ted.  I am Janice.  You were not here so your roommate was nice 
enough to have me up," she said.

"Hi Janice. . .I am sorry to stand you up.  But the night is still young.  
You are better looking that I ever imagined!"  Ted said.

"Sorry pal.  I am off for the evening.  I have a real date with your sweet 
roommate.  I have the feeling this is the beginning of a very serious 
relationship," she said.

She placed her hand on my butt and lifted me up to her lips again, one 
handed this time.  I couldn't believe her strength!

"You are mine cutie!  Get ready for the night of your life!"  she said.


To be continued. . .