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A New York Escorts Confessions

Tricked

They made me sit in coach.

Now I don’t have a problem with coach. Give me an aisle seat and a couple of bags of peanuts and I am good to go I swear. But this, this was different.

They were waiting for me when I arrived at JFK. P and the Mrs. I don’t know what I expected but when she turned around all I could think of was that she must in actuality be an actress hired to play Mrs. P. I mean she was the Upper East Side Lady Who Lunches to a T. Hair pulled back into a tight chignon. Old school Chanel suit with a silk blouse. Prada pumps. (Who wears that kind of outfit on an eight hour flight these days anyway?!) She would actually have been quite striking if only there was a part of her, anywhere, that seemed to be smiling. Instead her mouth was a tight coil of resentment. She literally looked me up and down, rolled her eyes, and gave a small cough of disgust in P’s general direction. He looked mortified and chased after her without so much as a welcome to me. Uh oh. Fasten your seat belt Alexa. We are in for a bumpy bumpy ride.

Now about that aisle seat…didn’t happen. Oh no my friends. In coach on this particular plane there were seven seats across. Four were aisles. Two were windows. The other? No man’s land smack in the middle. Which is where, of course, I now found myself planted—and surrounded by a group of Hasidic Israeli families complete with two crying infants, several fidgety teens, and a group of older men who seemed to look right through me like I didn’t exist at all. She had to be behind this. I wasn’t ready to chalk all of this up to plain old bad luck.

I guess I got pretty nervous on top of everything because I literally had to go to the bathroom about a million times during the flight. Ok so maybe it was the red wine I was drinking. And the gin and tonic. And the swig of-let me see if I’ve got this right- palinka-that’s Romanian moonshine folks-that some lovely guy from Bucharest let me try. (Thank you Ivan!) I knew I was getting loaded but it was the only thing I could think to do in my intense state of forboding. Besides it distracted me from the sandpaper that was masquerading as toilet tissue in the bathroom. It literally looked like someone had made it out of recycled paper bags. All I can say is ‘ouch.’

Eight hours and a hangover later we arrived in Prague. I pulled myself together, put on my best face and prepared to meet the P’s. “Well hello there!,” I gushed at her. “Did you have a nice flight?” God, I sounded like a chirpie stewardess even to my own ears. “So, what are we going to get to do in Prague?” She looked away and studied the passing baggage. “Have you ever been here before? I hear it’s just—”

She turned and looked directly at me for the first time. “You and I,” she said, “We are not friends” and walked away. P took the opportunity to grab me and shove his tongue down my throat. “Don’t worry beautiful. We’ll ditch her just as soon as we get to the rooms. I’ve got a couple of valiums ready to slip into her drink.”

And the adventures just kept coming. Right before we got to our hotel, we were stopped by a couple of policemen and asked to get out of the limousine. I watched as they took what looked like a golf club with a mirror attached to it and looked under the car. What was all the fuss about? We had gone through dozens of streets and this was the first with a road block. And then I looked down the street. There it was in all its glory. The American Embassy. Great. I was going to be blown up on top of being tortured.

I turned back to give an apologetic look to one of the cops when I noticed something. While one of them talked to the driver the other had positioned himself just behind Mrs. P and had moved his little mirror so it was angled below her skirt. I slapped my hand over my mouth and tried to hold back a guffaw. The policeman turned a deep shade of red and broke into a sweat. He was just able to hide what he was doing before P turned around. “What are you looking at?” he growled. “Alexa, is this guy bothering you?”

Before I could answer she interruped, “What P? So now you’re a cowboy?”

“No I-honey-wait. Come back. I’m not a cowboy. Honey.”

And then the—well, hold on to your hats here folks. Because we have arrived at the climax—the room issue. I say room because guess what? There is ONE for the three of us. You heard me right. I nearly passed out at the check-in counter. The host was going on and on listing the many many amenities in our suite, The Presidential—complimentary breakfast made to order each morning, complimentary international morning paper, a king sized bed, a balcony overlooking the private topiary garden blah blah blah and all I could think of was ‘suite’ ‘suite, what does that mean ‘suite’? “But what about my room?” I blurted out.

“There was to be two? But I have eh but one reservation for—”

“P. What’s going on? We talked about—”

“I am sorry. We are fully booked.”

“Buddy hey look. There’s obviously a mistake here. I made a reservation for two separate rooms—”

“And I changed it,” she said. We all stood in silence.

“Um,” I finally broke in. “I think—”

“My husband, you see, insisted on bringing his mistress. He wants to have both of us. And I thought now that he’s made his bed, he should lie in it. With both of us.”

It was all I could do to sneak away to the business center and to you. Help! Send me a prayer, a bit of advice, ANYTHING!

Comments

Oh my dear God in heaven what a bitch!


Well he's obviously somewhat spineless, or this would be easier.

I can think of a couple of different ways you could go with this:

One way is to act to her, for the entire rest of the trip, as if _she_is imposing on _your_ space by being in the same room with you. Which actually is the truth. Act as sweet and nice as possible; very magnanimous...Here Mrs. P, you can sleep on the side near the window; P has told me how important that is to you... Meanwhile doing your best to make P as happy as possible.

Or, you could pretend that you think this means she wants you all to herself...hang all over her.

Or you could be as gentle and firm as possible in telling P that he has to deal with this somehow; you want a room of your own as agreed, in the same hotel in which they are staying, as agreed. If that means you'll have to find another hotel, so be it. But that's the least-desirable option, as I see it. I would be working as hard as possible to make her as unhappy with her choice as I could, while making him as happy as possible. Ideally without any mayhem, but the world is an imperfect place...

Posted by EPW on Oct 18 07:09AM

P is obviously a divot, bringing you both along, couldn't he have put you on a different flight? Or if the point of the trip was to be with you, then why did he bring the wife?

Posted by Steve on Oct 18 08:25AM

Alexa..Alexa..go straight to a seperate hotel...do not pass go. Give them..$200 oh no..euro's..give them $1,000 euros.

Maybe a menage a trois is in the works?

Posted by tennisplayer on Oct 18 08:43AM

Do what you do best, become the meat in the sandwich. Score both of them.

Posted by widgetsq on Oct 18 09:42AM

Great story!! Can't wait to hear if and how a threesome developed...

Posted by bernardo on Oct 18 10:41AM

It seems that this is a situation that boils down to professionalism. You are a professional and deserve to be treated well.You have been professional , handling having to sit in coach, and being put in an awkward position (no pun intended) between a good client and his wife. It sems to me that P would almost appreciate you taking the high road and saying " sorry that was not the agreement and I will be staying in another hotel" it will take the pressure off him that he is obviously getting from mrs p , of course you can still include her in a few bedroom escapades just to show her whos boss!

Posted by islandguy on Oct 18 11:02AM

*waiting with bated breath*

Posted by Saltation on Oct 18 11:51AM

Well, normally I'd recommend getting yourself a taxi to the airport and flying home. But, you're in Prague, and it'd be a shame to waste the trip. I suggest ditching uberbitch and her whipped husband and going out and having some fun of your own.

Posted by Dan on Oct 18 12:49PM

"I’ve got a couple of valiums ready to slip into her drink."
O_O
Oh dear.

Well, enjoy the trip as best you can, with or without this snippish couple. Who knows if you'll ever get to be in Prague again?

Posted by Laurel on Oct 18 01:01PM

I give a sincere w00t to that. Alexa, awesome story.

Posted by popers on Oct 18 01:14PM

I don't understand why people are making Mrs. P to be the bad guy in this story. I don't consider Mrs. P to be unreasonable, bitchy, or crazy. She is reacting in a normal manner (though it is strange for her to insist on bringing you along on the trip). If I had a husband and ever met his mistress, you can bet that I won't exactly be nice to her either. And you can bet that he won't be my husband for much longer.

I am sorry Alexa. I have never judged or condemned your choice of profession. However, you have to accept the circumstances that come with your job. This is one of them. If you have sex with married men, surely at one point his wife will find out and make your life a living hell. You are the mistress. SHE is the Wife. She hates you. She wants to make you and Mr. P miserable. She is within her rights to do so since she is the Wife.

You shouldn't have gone with them to Prague. Didn't you expect that this is what would happen? With the money that you make, I presume that you would have plenty of opportunities to go to Prague. Why on earth did you choose to go now?

If I were you, I'd find some way to get the hell out of there. You're in Prague now, like you wanted. You don't have to spend your time with them. Just leave.

Posted by Toni on Oct 18 02:38PM

I kind of agree with Toni. It is true I feel that she is in her rights to not want to be kind to you. I imagine she wants nothing more than to make your life a living hell. You could never expect the wives of your clients to accept their use of your service, as I would be hurt and angry if my GF had a man on the side. I would want nothing more than to just make his life a living hell. You are the enemy to her. While he tells you that they had an agreement for an open marriage from the begining is that actually true? Did he address that with her directly or make veiled comments he felt she should understand? You really should have declined the trip, and I do not see why she asked you to come along. The red flags were there. I am not judging you at all (though I have some judgements I reserve for P.) but to expect her to just understand is a fairy tale dream. You should absolutly get out and enjoy the city on your own. I think finding your own way around and your own room is certainly in your best interest.
And there are Jeregano's two cents

Posted by Jeregano on Oct 18 03:01PM

Wow...this situation can go wrong in so many ways, so quickly. Hope you listened to the advice of the gallery and have your escape route planned.

Posted by The Senator on Oct 18 04:50PM

Alexa as long as you still have your return plane ticket, I would head to the nearest information place and find some other accomodation. Mrs. P is not going to handle this well, and who knows what she might do. I would not tell them where you are staying but arrange to meet them or contact them later. I hope you did get some names of people to help you there before you left.
P's solution of drugging her is not good either. Since this is acceptable to him there is the possibilty that he might also drug you.
This is a dangerous situation, I don't know what crime of passion laws are like in Prague, but remember you are not in the US, you have have limited rights, and P and Mrs P have far greater resources than you do.
Get somewhere safe and then enjoy the city. See if you can change your ticket home to a different plane than theirs.
You want to get out of this alive and unhurt. I would not trust P . to take care of you or to even have your best interests at heart.
You have been basically enticed into this, and you need to get out.

Posted by Noor on Oct 18 04:54PM

I live just down (or up, as the case is) the road from your hotel! I think, anyways, you're in Mala Strana, at the fork in the road with the US Embassy?

Oh, and that woman will kill you in a heartbeat.

Posted by S on Oct 18 10:14PM

Get out, while the getting is good.

Unless you think you can turn the wife, get your butt into a pension and forget all about Mr. P this trip -- he hasn't the nuts necessary to protect you. Wifey-poo sounds like she has them, which makes me believe she's also the money manager. That can only spell disaster for you.

Go find a hostel, change your ticket out and get back here, kiddo. Your life is in danger.

Posted by wil on Oct 18 11:15PM

OMFG!!!

What a total Biatch!!! I would have slapped her silly!! I am so so sorry for you, Alexa. The cop mirror spy was funny! She deserved that! I cannot believe she's like that! Damn! If I was you I would demand P to get you a room in another hotel. Or to pay for you to get the fuck out of there... What the fuck, he sounds he's a puppy dog to that Biatch!

All I can say to you is Demand, Demand and Demand from that idiot P!

I am so pissed at that P couple now!!! They really put your through hell, I know how it feels to be stuck for hrs between people who are noisy and wanting to constantly go to the b-room... I feel truly sorry!

GET OUT, dar!

Posted by maizzy on Oct 19 11:32PM

sorry, but I gotta disagree with Toni and Jeregano - Mrs. P is being a twat. sure, you're the mistress, but it's not like she didn't know about you. it's not like he said you were "just a friend" or something. she fully knew your purpose on this trip - you were honest with her. the least she coulda done is be honest with you in the US, while you could still do something about it (like, GO HOME).

i see this shit all the time. husband "cheats," wife blames mistress. hello, blame your fucking husband and leave the mistress out of it. as far as i'm concerned, it's their problem, not yours. and neither of them should drag you into shit like this, especially in a foreign country. that's just fucked up.

Prague is a beautiful city, from what i hear. i sure hope you get to enjoy it while you're there...

Posted by mikey on Oct 20 05:04AM

Go home, immediately. You do not even seem to know the full deal of the situation. No need to find out, either.

Posted by erick on Oct 20 04:57PM

Good lord ! What have you gotton yourself into. Darling, leave on the next flight please! One never can tell, things are looking rather dull and dangerous for you.

Posted by kathleen glyde on Oct 22 08:18AM

Wow, I only thought this stuff happened in movies!

Posted by shoelover on Nov 1 03:04PM

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