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Casstown | 8 a.m.
Agdamastor stood before the tall glass windows of his hotel room, looking out into Casstown's landscape. His broad shoulders cast a large shadow into the room as the morning light hit his sunkissed skin. For someone his age, the man's strong physique and glowing skin were a matter of envy for both men and women, older and younger than him. His relaxed, yet serious face took in the panoramic view of the city below, watching the skyscrapers that spread throughout it and vividly imagining how loud the busy streets sounded with the many cars slowly walking the traffic. This scene, this photograph before his eyes would make for a wonderful book introduction, he thought. But any interesting story needed more than just beautiful scenery. It also required interesting, engaging characters.
That was something that Agdamastor thought about a lot. Stories, plots, narratives, characters, backgrounds... It fascinated him to consider how any simple event could be either incredibly haphazard or surprisingly deterministic in someone's life.
Just a few moments before, Agdamastor had received a text message from someone he was supposed to meet with that night but wouldn't be able to make it anymore. Now, he had the entire day for himself, in a city three hundred miles away from home. The gentleman sighed. What to do? Although the prospect of simply wandering around aimlessly was a tempting one, he knew that by doing so, once most of the day had gone by he would be left unsatisfied. Such endeavors were much better received when they were made into an interim situation.
Turning around, the tall male swept the room with his light blue eyes. It was a beautiful, ample space. Certainly larger than any single guest would require to feel comfortable for a weekend. One could say, it felt actually empty when being there by oneself. Of course, that wasn't due to poor furnishing and decoration. There was a large bed with many thick and soft pillows, a living space with two comfortable couches and a TV, and an additional sitting area by the window, not to mention the exquisite bathroom. What made the room feel hollow was its lack of identity; like a freshly bought notebook hanging on a shelf. It was, by all means, simply a luxurious hotel room with no personal touch to it. It lacked any substance to make one feel that they were where they belonged.
Unfortunately, Agdamastor had very limited options on how to address that issue then and there. But nonetheless, he leisurely walked to his computer that rested folded and closed on the stone coffee table. He had come to Casstown in search of a story, but there was nothing forcing him to restrict himself to a single, pre-established one. With only a few, practiced clicks, his web browser glowed with the dark mode of a site that, in contrast to the room he was in, made him feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
At the very top of his computer screen, the logo read "Lady D's High-End Companions".
That slice of reality that the website represented had quickly grown over the years into a bigger part of Agdamastor's life. So much so, that he was one of the very few carrying a Platinum badge on his profile. That insignia represented the highest level a user could achieve and could only be earned once they had been personally vetted by the Lady D herself. And of course, the head of the entire business only put herself through all that trouble for the clientele that was the biggest expenders and best evaluated by all her girls. What all that meant for Agdamastor was that he instantly had the credence that he was real, decent, and trustworthy. Something especially handy when approaching new escorts or making extravagant requests; both things that were not unusual for him.
As Casstown was a big metropole, the list of available escorts was generously long and eclectic, so Agdamastor took his sweet time browsing through it and delving deeper into a few profiles.
There were days like today when the man would feel bothered by how superficial all of the information he found in the numerous escorts' profiles was. Having read through literally hundreds of such "about me" sections, they all now blurred into a single formless mass for him. He didn't blame the authors, as he knew it was a business and as such, it followed a few guidelines, either imposed or organic. Yet he couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance after reading for the fifth time in a row about someone's list of qualities with any real substance to it.
Closing his eyes for a second, leaning back on the couch, and inhaling deeply as he would frequently do when searching all the corners of his mind for an interesting idea, Agdamastor tried to imagine himself a few hours in the future. What would be an appealing night out that day? Once there, what would he like to encounter staring right back at him? As he began to lose himself in that trail of thought in midst of the absolute quietness of his hotel room, different images started to respond to his imagination. He found himself sitting in a dark saloon where music was just loud enough to muffle other patrons' conversations. Before him, someone smiled. He saw the contrast between her wanting to be there and better fitting in another place. It was so subtle. The way she dressed, her posture, her velvety voice. It all carried unquestionable finesse. And yet, he saw it at the very back of her bright eyes. A trembling, quivering restlessness as if she knew the answer but not the question.
Snapping his own blue eyes back to reality, Agdamastor resumed his scrolling now looking for someone to fit that exact description. Or at least someone that got close to it. And although it was impossible to see any trembling and flickering in a still picture, he felt it.
That was something that Agdamastor thought about a lot. Stories, plots, narratives, characters, backgrounds... It fascinated him to consider how any simple event could be either incredibly haphazard or surprisingly deterministic in someone's life.
Just a few moments before, Agdamastor had received a text message from someone he was supposed to meet with that night but wouldn't be able to make it anymore. Now, he had the entire day for himself, in a city three hundred miles away from home. The gentleman sighed. What to do? Although the prospect of simply wandering around aimlessly was a tempting one, he knew that by doing so, once most of the day had gone by he would be left unsatisfied. Such endeavors were much better received when they were made into an interim situation.
Turning around, the tall male swept the room with his light blue eyes. It was a beautiful, ample space. Certainly larger than any single guest would require to feel comfortable for a weekend. One could say, it felt actually empty when being there by oneself. Of course, that wasn't due to poor furnishing and decoration. There was a large bed with many thick and soft pillows, a living space with two comfortable couches and a TV, and an additional sitting area by the window, not to mention the exquisite bathroom. What made the room feel hollow was its lack of identity; like a freshly bought notebook hanging on a shelf. It was, by all means, simply a luxurious hotel room with no personal touch to it. It lacked any substance to make one feel that they were where they belonged.
Unfortunately, Agdamastor had very limited options on how to address that issue then and there. But nonetheless, he leisurely walked to his computer that rested folded and closed on the stone coffee table. He had come to Casstown in search of a story, but there was nothing forcing him to restrict himself to a single, pre-established one. With only a few, practiced clicks, his web browser glowed with the dark mode of a site that, in contrast to the room he was in, made him feel like he was exactly where he was meant to be.
At the very top of his computer screen, the logo read "Lady D's High-End Companions".
That slice of reality that the website represented had quickly grown over the years into a bigger part of Agdamastor's life. So much so, that he was one of the very few carrying a Platinum badge on his profile. That insignia represented the highest level a user could achieve and could only be earned once they had been personally vetted by the Lady D herself. And of course, the head of the entire business only put herself through all that trouble for the clientele that was the biggest expenders and best evaluated by all her girls. What all that meant for Agdamastor was that he instantly had the credence that he was real, decent, and trustworthy. Something especially handy when approaching new escorts or making extravagant requests; both things that were not unusual for him.
As Casstown was a big metropole, the list of available escorts was generously long and eclectic, so Agdamastor took his sweet time browsing through it and delving deeper into a few profiles.
There were days like today when the man would feel bothered by how superficial all of the information he found in the numerous escorts' profiles was. Having read through literally hundreds of such "about me" sections, they all now blurred into a single formless mass for him. He didn't blame the authors, as he knew it was a business and as such, it followed a few guidelines, either imposed or organic. Yet he couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance after reading for the fifth time in a row about someone's list of qualities with any real substance to it.
Closing his eyes for a second, leaning back on the couch, and inhaling deeply as he would frequently do when searching all the corners of his mind for an interesting idea, Agdamastor tried to imagine himself a few hours in the future. What would be an appealing night out that day? Once there, what would he like to encounter staring right back at him? As he began to lose himself in that trail of thought in midst of the absolute quietness of his hotel room, different images started to respond to his imagination. He found himself sitting in a dark saloon where music was just loud enough to muffle other patrons' conversations. Before him, someone smiled. He saw the contrast between her wanting to be there and better fitting in another place. It was so subtle. The way she dressed, her posture, her velvety voice. It all carried unquestionable finesse. And yet, he saw it at the very back of her bright eyes. A trembling, quivering restlessness as if she knew the answer but not the question.
Snapping his own blue eyes back to reality, Agdamastor resumed his scrolling now looking for someone to fit that exact description. Or at least someone that got close to it. And although it was impossible to see any trembling and flickering in a still picture, he felt it.
LADY D's HIGH-END COMPANIONS
Jessica
Age: 22
Height: 5'4'' (163cm)
Dress Size: S
Eyes: Green
Languages: English
Smoke: No
Drink: On Occasion
Pricing
2 Hours : $2000
6 Hours : $3500
12 Hours : $5000
Overnight/24 Hours : $6000
Extra Day : $2000
Weekend : $8000
1 Week : $15000
2 Weeks : $28000
2 Hours : $2000
6 Hours : $3500
12 Hours : $5000
Overnight/24 Hours : $6000
Extra Day : $2000
Weekend : $8000
1 Week : $15000
2 Weeks : $28000
About Me...
Friendly, charming, sophisticated, cultured. I love meeting new people and developing relationships with my clients
on a more intimate level. I have been an escort for two years, and I enjoy serving my clients in a variety of roles.
Whether it's one evening out for dinner, a last-minute wedding date, a weekend travel companion, or someone to
enjoy a relaxing night in, I'm confident I can meet any level of flexibility necessary to accommodate the needs of my
client.
I'm a university graduate with a major in dance and a minor in classical music. I'm an intellectual whose subjects
vary from the arts to ideologies of life. My personal interests include the theater, dancing, traveling, reading, intimate
conversations, and keeping my client engaged. Each experience will be personalized, and no one encounter will feel
like the last.
If you're unsure of what you need, tell me how you're feeling, and I'll take it upon myself to show you a time that
may best suit your mood.
Services Offered
- Evening Date - Dinner, Wedding, Double Date, etc.
- Professional/Business Parties
- Friendly Companion
- True Girlfriend Experience
- Travel Companion - Weekend or Week-Long
- Overnight Companion & Intimate Encounters (can be discussed)
- Other Services and Add-ons - To be discussed through messaging
- Time, arrangements, and any services must be discussed through private messaging. Personal email and phone number
offered upon request to longstanding clients. I reserve the right to terminate services at any time prior to or during
services being rendered. Partial fees applicable.
Let's discuss how we can make the most of our time together. I can't wait to meet you!
Jessica...
Agdamastor smiled, looking at her picture montage and seeing five different people in there. Each of them a carefully crafted character, he was sure. But which ones were due to circumstance, and which one was created by will?
He decided to message her and his practiced fingers worked quickly and without much thinking.
Agdamastor smiled, looking at her picture montage and seeing five different people in there. Each of them a carefully crafted character, he was sure. But which ones were due to circumstance, and which one was created by will?
He decided to message her and his practiced fingers worked quickly and without much thinking.
Agdamastor said:
There was a picture of Agdamastor on his profile as well as some other additional information that Jessica would have easy access to. The man was 45 years old, 6'4", and a non-smoker. There were also a handful of positive reviews left anonymously by others of Lady D's Escorts he had hired previously. All things considered, there was no reason for her to refuse his request.
