Erika is a striking Oriental escort from Macau. This is her debut story in high end escorting;

Even when I was a teenager in Macau, it was clear that I enjoyed men’s attention. Surrounded by men of wealth, and all the material trappings of Macau I had an itch to scratch. I lost my virginity at the age of 16 and had a series of one night stands but it just wasn’t the life for me. I have always been attracted to older, affluent men.

As with all spontaneous things in life, it happened quickly for me. I was hanging out in Macau Fishermans Wharf when I was approached by my first client. I was 19 years old at that time, with ripe full breasts, perky nipples and derriere. My face still had a younger girl’s innocence which contrasted with my womanly body. Everywhere I walked, in my short denim skirt and high heels, men would stare at me. Not just a brief look, but lingering stare as if I was an enticing fruit. So how on earth could my first client resist? He was a handsome Malay man in his 40s with the most charming smile. He made me feel at ease even though we were strangers. Anyway, he introduced himself and asked if he could have the pleasure of my company, compensated of course. He didn’t mention sex, he didn’t say anything disrespectful, only that he admired my beauty and wanted to pay to be in my company.

How could I refuse. He gave me MOP$30,000 which was beyond anything I’ve accepted from a man. In addition to that he wanted to show me off and go shopping. It was clear that he wanted a good time and a beautiful girl to make him look good. I have heard about girls escorting in Macau and it seemed so risky to me, it never occurred to me that clients could be handsome business men who treated a girl nicely. So I went with him, we ate at the best restaurant in Macau, had a few drinks and shopping trip at Estrada da Baia de Nossa Senhora da Esperanca. I felt like a celebrity and he was so chivalrous to me.

I knew what was coming when he invited me to his hotel. I thought, luckily for him, I was wearing my sexiest lingerie that was crotchless with a silk bow at the back. I was ready to give him the most toe curling pleasure of his life. He lifted me onto the luxury King size bed and took off his shirt. He was even more handsome without his shirt on, but he pointed to a surgical scar on his chest and said, “ I am truly fortunate to be alive today. This scar is from an operation where I didn’t know if I would live or die. You made me feel so alive today, beautiful girl. I wanted to thank you. Would you like a massage it is the least I can do to show you my gratitude.” I couldn’t contain my happiness and it felt heavenly to be touched by his strong manly hands. His fingers wandered over my body, I was so aroused I encouraged him to go further. But a massage was all he wanted to give me. “We will take things slow, this time I want to show you what a good masseur I am, and maybe next time, you can let me be your lover.”

I was treated to 2 hours of blissful full body massage where he kissed my neck, down my back and the length of my legs. After the massage he felt truly sleepy and we fell asleep in that luxurious hotel suite. The next morning he was already gone, with only a lingering scent of him on the pillow. He left a thank you note and MOP$10,000 tip by the bedside table. I thought I was dreaming but it was real and yearning to see him again. That was my debut as an escort and it led me to many more delightful adventures.

Story submitted by Haute Girls London