I write fictional erotic stories for literotica. I'm working on my next piece. An incel computer nerd calls over a blonde bimbo escort. This is the first draft of my introduction chapter:
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Seth Greenberg clicked nervously through the booking website of Playtime Companions. Tonight was the night. He was going to treat himself to a GFE escort service! He could feel a flush of nervous excitement as he browsed for tonight’s ideal treat.
Seth Greenberg, the typical computer nerd. Never had a girlfriend in high school and never had much success with dating ever since. He had spent the last 10 years working on his tech start-up. Ten years of his life had flown by in a blur of code editors, repository forks, pepperoni pizza and diet coke.
It was a lifestyle Seth was used to. Ever since high school, where he had spent most of his time alone in the computer lab, cracking coding problems several levels above his age group. As a math and computer savant, it was the only place he felt at home.
Of course, other than the computer lab, he spent the rest of his time ogling the cheerleading squad from afar. This was a typical white upper middle class suburban high school, the cheerleading squad being led by five blonde sorority princesses.
The blonde cheerleaders of course, never even noticed his presence. After all, Seth wasn’t burly like the school football captain. He wasn’t athletic like the basketball starting five. Heck, he wasn’t even a smooth talker like the boys in Drama club.
But dammit, he could work that code editor! No, for Seth, his talents were arithmetic, geometry and computers. To these stuck up blonde cheerleaders that made him practically invisible. Well, that is unless they wanted to use him to do their Calc homework …
But Seth couldn’t help longing for them from afar. He had drooled over their short skirts … their tiny tops … their perky titties … their split leg routines … hoping to catch a glimpse of their white cotton panties … smitten by their flirty blonde hair …
Ah, the blonde hair …
Oh, how he pined over those blonde princesses! The cheerleading captain, the homecoming queen, even a future Miss Teen USA! More than enough fuel for his nightly jack off sessions. Needless to say, most (actually, all) of the sex he had in high school took place in his own hand.
And now 10 years later, things were no different. He had spent almost every night furiously jacking away his frustrations, inspired by ample helpings of Pornhub, Camster and OnlyFans. The memories of those high school cheerleading blondes of his formative years still providing the catalyst for his porn fantasies.
Smitten by their flirty blonde hair …
Ah, the blonde hair …
Yup. He certainly had “a type”. The evidence of his browser history was undeniable.
Bree Olson, Marsha May, Kenna James, Audrey Allen, Natalia Starr, Kagney Karter!
As the years went by, his sexual tastes had gradually taken a more aggressive turn. His porn viewing had started off with just risqué pictures of pop stars. Then bikini models. Then PornPics.com.
Eventually, his unrequited high school infatuations had deviated into lustful contempt.
Face fucking, aggressive blowbangs, interracial gangbangs, facials, bukkakes …
For ten years his solo jerk off sessions had been his sole outlet to the deep seeded resentment he felt for his own loneliness, as he gooned to this endless stream of blonde porn whores …
Today, however, everything was about to change. His hard work had paid off. He had just secured a lucrative Series A funding, launching his start-up to a new level of financial freedom. How much you ask? Well, enough for him to treat himself to a first class weekend getaway in Vegas!
Tonight, it’s time to cash in. After ten long years. Tonight, it’s time to celebrate! He had arrived earlier that afternoon and checked directly into the Executive Suite at the Mandalay Bay. After a shave, a shower and cleaning up real nice, it was time to select tonight’s “room service”.
Playtime Companions was well known as being the most reputed escort agency in town. Catering to the VIP GFE, the website itself spared no expense, displaying a tempting menu of available girls.
Girls.
That’s exactly what the website tab said. Girls. Seth loved the fact that this escort service didn’t go out of their way to be politically correct and advertise them as “Ladies”. Or even worse, “Courtesans”.
No. They cut straight to the chase. These are prime treats aged 18 - 25. Females in their peak fertility. Beauties in full blossom.
Girls.
Just clicking on the tab Seth could feel his erection growing.
He browsed the gallery of girls. Organized as a table, with a tantalizing picture of each girl on the left column and the name, age and a subtitle or nickname on the right, followed by a short description below.
Seth scrolled through quickly, skimming each profile.
Tori … your runway model …
…
Christy … trashy streetwalker …
…
Bonnie … your private stripper …
…
Vanessa … Latina maid service …
…
Then his heart stopped.
This was it.
On his screen was a blonde teen, baby pink halter top, plunging neckline, baby pink ruffled micro mini skirt, hot pink heels. She had one leg folded up suggestively, her pink mini skirt riding up her thighs. Posing sideways to flatter her tits and ass. Looking back with a flirty smile, her right hand lifted up in a wave. Strawberry blonde wavy hair enhanced with pink highlights.
But here was the part that captured Seth’s soul. A Mattel Barbie doll framing had been edited around the photo, as if to display the blonde temptress as a literal living breathing toy doll available for purchase in a box.
Seth felt his heart race, his erection now at full mast in his pants, straining against his slacks. With pounding excitement, he read out the description below.
Kayla, 19 – Your pink Barbie doll
“Hi baby! It’s your favorite blonde Kayla! I love makeup, pink lipstick, giggling and being girly girl! I’d love to go on an outdate with you around town as your blonde arm candy treat! Or we can spend our time indoors, being naughty in your hotel suite! Let me try on my girliest pink outfits for you! Call me tonight baby, make me your blonde girlfriend!”
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(end of part 1)
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Seth Greenberg clicked nervously through the booking website of Playtime Companions. Tonight was the night. He was going to treat himself to a GFE escort service! He could feel a flush of nervous excitement as he browsed for tonight’s ideal treat.
Seth Greenberg, the typical computer nerd. Never had a girlfriend in high school and never had much success with dating ever since. He had spent the last 10 years working on his tech start-up. Ten years of his life had flown by in a blur of code editors, repository forks, pepperoni pizza and diet coke.
It was a lifestyle Seth was used to. Ever since high school, where he had spent most of his time alone in the computer lab, cracking coding problems several levels above his age group. As a math and computer savant, it was the only place he felt at home.
Of course, other than the computer lab, he spent the rest of his time ogling the cheerleading squad from afar. This was a typical white upper middle class suburban high school, the cheerleading squad being led by five blonde sorority princesses.
The blonde cheerleaders of course, never even noticed his presence. After all, Seth wasn’t burly like the school football captain. He wasn’t athletic like the basketball starting five. Heck, he wasn’t even a smooth talker like the boys in Drama club.
But dammit, he could work that code editor! No, for Seth, his talents were arithmetic, geometry and computers. To these stuck up blonde cheerleaders that made him practically invisible. Well, that is unless they wanted to use him to do their Calc homework …
But Seth couldn’t help longing for them from afar. He had drooled over their short skirts … their tiny tops … their perky titties … their split leg routines … hoping to catch a glimpse of their white cotton panties … smitten by their flirty blonde hair …
Ah, the blonde hair …
Oh, how he pined over those blonde princesses! The cheerleading captain, the homecoming queen, even a future Miss Teen USA! More than enough fuel for his nightly jack off sessions. Needless to say, most (actually, all) of the sex he had in high school took place in his own hand.
And now 10 years later, things were no different. He had spent almost every night furiously jacking away his frustrations, inspired by ample helpings of Pornhub, Camster and OnlyFans. The memories of those high school cheerleading blondes of his formative years still providing the catalyst for his porn fantasies.
Smitten by their flirty blonde hair …
Ah, the blonde hair …
Yup. He certainly had “a type”. The evidence of his browser history was undeniable.
Bree Olson, Marsha May, Kenna James, Audrey Allen, Natalia Starr, Kagney Karter!
As the years went by, his sexual tastes had gradually taken a more aggressive turn. His porn viewing had started off with just risqué pictures of pop stars. Then bikini models. Then PornPics.com.
Eventually, his unrequited high school infatuations had deviated into lustful contempt.
Face fucking, aggressive blowbangs, interracial gangbangs, facials, bukkakes …
For ten years his solo jerk off sessions had been his sole outlet to the deep seeded resentment he felt for his own loneliness, as he gooned to this endless stream of blonde porn whores …
Today, however, everything was about to change. His hard work had paid off. He had just secured a lucrative Series A funding, launching his start-up to a new level of financial freedom. How much you ask? Well, enough for him to treat himself to a first class weekend getaway in Vegas!
Tonight, it’s time to cash in. After ten long years. Tonight, it’s time to celebrate! He had arrived earlier that afternoon and checked directly into the Executive Suite at the Mandalay Bay. After a shave, a shower and cleaning up real nice, it was time to select tonight’s “room service”.
Playtime Companions was well known as being the most reputed escort agency in town. Catering to the VIP GFE, the website itself spared no expense, displaying a tempting menu of available girls.
Girls.
That’s exactly what the website tab said. Girls. Seth loved the fact that this escort service didn’t go out of their way to be politically correct and advertise them as “Ladies”. Or even worse, “Courtesans”.
No. They cut straight to the chase. These are prime treats aged 18 - 25. Females in their peak fertility. Beauties in full blossom.
Girls.
Just clicking on the tab Seth could feel his erection growing.
He browsed the gallery of girls. Organized as a table, with a tantalizing picture of each girl on the left column and the name, age and a subtitle or nickname on the right, followed by a short description below.
Seth scrolled through quickly, skimming each profile.
Tori … your runway model …
…
Christy … trashy streetwalker …
…
Bonnie … your private stripper …
…
Vanessa … Latina maid service …
…
Then his heart stopped.
This was it.
On his screen was a blonde teen, baby pink halter top, plunging neckline, baby pink ruffled micro mini skirt, hot pink heels. She had one leg folded up suggestively, her pink mini skirt riding up her thighs. Posing sideways to flatter her tits and ass. Looking back with a flirty smile, her right hand lifted up in a wave. Strawberry blonde wavy hair enhanced with pink highlights.
But here was the part that captured Seth’s soul. A Mattel Barbie doll framing had been edited around the photo, as if to display the blonde temptress as a literal living breathing toy doll available for purchase in a box.
Seth felt his heart race, his erection now at full mast in his pants, straining against his slacks. With pounding excitement, he read out the description below.
Kayla, 19 – Your pink Barbie doll
“Hi baby! It’s your favorite blonde Kayla! I love makeup, pink lipstick, giggling and being girly girl! I’d love to go on an outdate with you around town as your blonde arm candy treat! Or we can spend our time indoors, being naughty in your hotel suite! Let me try on my girliest pink outfits for you! Call me tonight baby, make me your blonde girlfriend!”
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(end of part 1)
