Helping a friend out (request/collab)

Noah was a guy who was out of luck: he was looking for a girl to date but had zero luck in town. Time after time, he'd get his hopes up only to have something turn up; girls would cancel last minute (for legit reasons), he'd get ghosted, etc. And he honestly wasn't that bad of a guy-he was clean (god, he saw some other guys in town and how terrible they looked), not super boring (he partook in a few social activities), and actually could tell a few jokes and hold his own. So, this hit him harder to constantly rejected given there was no apparent reason for this all.

After one such rejection, he'd come back to the apartment he shared with his roommate Hayden, he'd openly vented at this seemingly nonstop parade.

"Fuck, man, this is ridiculous. What am I doing wrong? How can one guy not find a date in this stupid town?!"

"Shit dude, I know what you mean. But you know something? Maybe you're looking in the wrong direction. Maybe you've gotta look elsewhere."

"Huh, what do you mean?"

Walking over to his room, Hayden went to pick up a card, which he then handed over to Noah.

"Here, try this. It's the number for an escort I know." Seeing Noah's shocked look, he continued. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're thinking. Sometimes man, you feel lonely and got urges none of these girls here can take care of you. Know what I mean? Look bro, just try it. If anything, you'll feel a lot better, even for a night."

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Once Hayden went back to his room, Noah sat on the couch and, with a sigh, called the number. He didn't expect anything, but once he heard Misty and her sexy voice answer, he knew there was no turning back.

"Hiyah big boy! Looking for a good time?"

Damn. If that was her voice, he couldn't wait to see what she was like in person!

"I am!" God, he sounded like a moron.
"Well big boy, how about you and I have a night to remember!” came the seductive answer. He was glad she couldn’t see him now, because he was about to do a cartwheel of joy for finally having something going his way. Well, he would, but the massive erection he had thanks to the fruitful conversation would have prevented him from doing so. Crap, he needed to get ready! Don’t want to keep Misty waiting, much less look like a slob. After arranging it with Hayden, who gave him a sly wink as he left, to clear out for the night, he awaited the arrival of what was hopefully to be the girl who’d cheer him up. Little did he know how!

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“Hooooooly shit, what a night!”
Noah was sweating from the exertion. What didn’t they do! Misty, despite being not quite what he’d imagined an escort being like, was mischievous and knew how to turn him on. When she came over, she quickly asserted her dominance over him, and he honestly struggled to keep up at times; he truly could say the bar (assuming there ever was one), was raised for the theoretical dates that he wasn’t currently getting.

“Babe, are you getting too tired to pleasure me?” she had purred. It was incredible that she looked like she could go on forever, while he was practically drowning in sweat.

“No, no!” he panted, half out of exhaustion and half out of pleasure. “I don’t want to stop!”

Turns out, as he came for the second time that night, things were winding down. Secretly, he was glad because she’d worn him out to where he knew it’d be hard to walk the next day.

“Babe,” came the whine, as she was massaging his still-erect penis, “you were my tigerrrrrrrrrr, but I gotta go, big boy.”  

Seeing her pick up her scattered clothes from his small bedroom, he suddenly felt a melancholic feeling come over her. Feeling her supple body pressed up against him was what the doctor ordered, if not ramming her hard from behind or having her tongue lick him all over, was an experience he would never, ever forget. Having her leave after that intimacy felt…wrong, in a way. Yeah, she was an escort, but still.

“Hey…can, can I call you some time?” Okay Noah, now you’ve hit the pinnacle of lameness. Are you that starved for female companionship that you’re asking an escort to be a friend?

“Teehee, sure thing, my tiger. You know where to find me.” She blew him a kiss, and god he wished he had more time with her.

Phew, at least that kinda sorta didn’t backfire?

And he could have sworn that she was trying to be as flirtatious as possible when leaving. There’s no way that she couldn’t have been taking her time, bending over as seductively as possible when dressing. If there was something as a reverse strip tease, this was it.

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Now, Noah had to let Hayden know what was up. He couldn’t wait to talk about the wonder that was Misty, because he felt like a million dollars! Hold on, that’s good timing-Hayden sent him some snaps.

And he regretted opening them, as it turned out.
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This was a unique post, as I actually didn't create the manips, but rather a friend did. He asked me to improve it (i.e. add the fake Snapchat snaps) and write this caption. So, I can't take the credit for all of the work, but I hope you guys enjoy the collaboration!