Amy, a gorgeous blonde with a body to die for, sat anxiously in the waiting room of a plush escort agency. Her heart raced in anticipation of the mysterious client who had requested her specific services.
As she fidgeted with her phone, the door opened, and in walked John, a tall, dark, and handsome man exuding raw masculinity. His eyes locked onto Amy, and he couldn't help but watch as she approached him.
"You must be Amy," he said with a smile that made her stomach flutter.
"Yes," she responded shyly. "Are you..."
"The client?" he finished for her, his voice deep and commanding. She nodded.
Later, in his luxurious hotel room, Amy stood nervously before him, unsure of how to proceed. He took her by the hand and led him to the dance floor.
