The Function

The Arrival

Aleksandra wasn’t expecting a delivery that afternoon. The knock on her hotel suite door was soft and deliberate, just like everything Zane did.

She opened it to a sharply dressed courier holding a long, elegant white box and a smaller envelope sealed with crimson wax. No words. Just a bow, and silence.

“Miss Ray?” he asked.

“Yes,” Aleks said with a surprise in her voice.

“This is for you,” said the courier, handing her the white box with the envelope.

Aleksandra smiled and took the box from his hands, thanked him and closed the door behind her. She loved surprises. She put the box on the table and opened the envelope.

Inside the Envelope

Wear this. No panties.

Signed simply—Zane.

Her breath caught. She placed the note on the edge of the table and lifted the lid of the box. Red silk. Cool, fluid, almost too beautiful to be touched. The dress glided through her fingers like it knew every curve of her body—cut deep at the front, and high on both thighs. Scandal wrapped in elegance. A necklace of perfect white pearls nestled beside it. He knew how much she loved pearls. Red stilettos, impossibly high, completed the message. It was a wardrobe—and a command.

She smiled, heat blooming under her skin. She was excited about going to the event tonight. But the dress was so revealing. It did not allow any opportunity to hide. She couldn’t stay in the corner and observe the crowd as she usually did. She knew Zane was challenging her with this whole outfit. Would she accept the challenge?

Aleksandra had never belonged to anyone. But Zane had a way of making her choose to belong—for a night, for an hour, for the space between breath and surrender. And she was always free to leave. Tonight, she decided she would succumb.

At precisely 7:45, a vintage BMW —polished to perfection—rolled up to the curb of the hotel. The red of her dress matched its spirit.

She descended the steps slowly, her heels clicking, her silhouette reflected in the polished chrome. Red lips. Retro sunglasses. She looked like she belonged in a black-and-white film—except there was nothing black and white about Aleksandra.

Zane stepped out and opened the door for her. A dark tailored suit and eyes that already devoured her.

“Get in,” he said softly while smiling.

She Slid into the Back Seat

Inside, waiting was his brother, Vlad.

Aleksandra had only seen him once before, but that one glance had haunted her. He was darker in aura, rougher in posture, but his eyes… they smoldered with mischief. She had never imagined seeing them both like this, together, watching her. This is the moment people usually need a drink, but she knew it won’t do anything for her, other than make her vomit from the taste of it.

Vlad handed her a glass of chilled champagne. “To the most intoxicating woman Boston has ever seen.” She had the feeling that there was no other choice. She didn’t want to ruin the moment. Between them, the air thickened with suggestion.

Zane turned to her. “I have a surprise.”

She didn’t speak but simply looked at him.

“Are you ready to accept it?”

Aleks nodded.

“Then,” he said, his voice like velvet sliding over stone, “place your right leg over mine.”

She hesitated.

“And your left leg over Vlad’s.”

Her breath stopped. Her fingers tightened around the glass. She felt her face is burning red.

This was a new kind of game

One where shame danced with desire. But she obeyed. Her bare thighs settled across their legs, the silk of her dress parting higher than any dinner gown should. She was completely exposed. The note had been clear: no panties. No protection. Only obedience. Zane’s hand slid into his jacket pocket and returned with a small, smooth black device.

Lift Her Dress

He said to Vlad.

Aleksandra’s eyes widened. Her heart was racing with the speed of a galloping horse. Vlad raised the hem slowly, deliberately, revealing her nakedness beneath the red, sliding his warm hand all the way to her pussy. Cool air brushed her skin, and she gasped.

Zane’s fingers moved with calculated gentleness—finding her, parting her, placing the device inside her. She twitched. Moaned. Her nipples hardened and there was no way she could hide them.

Zane leaned to her right ear. “Keep it in. No matter what.”

Vlad whispered in her left ear. “That is just the beginning, princess.”

Then both men kissed her cheeks—one on each side. She could hardly breathe. Chills ran all over her body. She closed her eyes thinking there is no way she could possibly handle the whole night.

The car turned toward Cambridge. The rain began to fall. And the real evening had only just begun…

The Dinner Table

The function was already in full swing when the car arrived, gliding to a stop beneath the awning of a grand downtown venue. Rain tapped a sensual rhythm on the roof above them, as if echoing the thrum inside Aleksandra’s chest.

Zane stepped out first, offering his hand. Then Vlad on her other side. And between them, Aleksandra emerged—red silk moving like breath around her body, the pearl necklace kissing her collarbones, her heels biting elegantly into the wet pavement.

Inside, eyes turned. Of course they did. Zane and Vlad were the kind of men that made women pause mid-sentence. But tonight, their attention never left Aleksandra. And that made her feel both claimed… and endlessly desired.

The Ballroom Shimmered with Candlelight and Cut Crystal

Murmured laughter, champagne towers, a string quartet weaving through the air like silk. But she barely saw it.

Because as they were seated—Aleksandra in the center between the two men—the subtle sound of a click came from Zane’s pocket. And suddenly… the device inside her hummed to life. She straightened sharply. Her hand trembled as she reached for the silverware. No one else knew. No one else could see the heat gathering between her legs, or the shameful flush creeping up her neck, or the way her thighs twitched—open, exposed, helpless.

Zane leaned in. “Don’t let it slip out,” he murmured, sipping his wine.

Vlad’s fingers grazed her knee under the table. Not possessive. Just enough to remind her he was there.

She tried to eat. Fork. Plate. Small talk. Nod. Smile. Another pulse inside her. She gasped—softly, like the hiccup of a laugh—but Vlad saw it. Smiled.

“Is the duck not to your taste?” he asked, eyes glittering.

“I…” Aleksandra licked her lips. “It’s… intense.”

Zane tapped the button in his pocket once more. The vibrations deepened—longer, slower, crueler. Her body begged to clench, to surrender. But her orders were clear: keep it in. By dessert, she was shaking. By coffee, she was dripping. And when Zane finally, mercifully, silenced the device with another click—her heart crashed in her chest, trembling with a need that only three of them knew about. They rose from the table as if nothing had happened. But her knees nearly gave out. Vlad steadied her, whispering, “You did beautifully. We should reward you for that.”.

Zane took her hand and led her out through the rooftop stairwell. She never once asked where they were going. Aleks felt as if she was in a trance. Her desire to cum invaded her body, her mind, and her entire being.

The Terrace

The terrace above the ballroom was dark but not forgotten. Lanterns glowed low on iron posts, the city sparkling just beyond the glass railings. Rain had paused, but the air still held its scent—wet pavement, ozone, and rose petals crushed underfoot. A couch. Two armchairs. A low table filled with untouched cocktails and fruits.

Aleksandra was light-headed. Drunk not on champagne, but on obedience.

“Take off the dress, princess,” Zane said, kissing her soft and inviting lips.

She hesitated. The night sky stretched over her. The thought of anyone below, anyone catching a glimpse, made her pulse spike. Vlad reached up and unhooked her necklace. Shivers went through her body by the touch of his fingers on her neck. With trembling fingers, Aleksandra released the red silk, letting it fall around her heels. The breeze kissed every inch of her.

Zane sat on the couch with excitement in his eyes. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

“Take his cock out,” he said. She turned to Vlad, who was already sitting back, relaxed. 

She sank to her knees and undid his belt, eyes locked on his

Aleksandra loved how they watched her—like she was art, and fire, and prey. Her hand found him. Hard. Waiting. She stroked him slowly, then leaned in and opened her mouth—only her mouth, as Zane liked it. No hands. Just tongue, lips, breath. Vlad groaned low.

Zane came up behind her—naked now too, his body all alert from the view in front of him. He knelt, his chest against her back, one hand slipping between her thighs to find the slick heat waiting for him, the other, carrying the remote control for Aleks’ toy.

“You’ve been ready all night,” he whispered. “Now you earn relief.”

With one slow motion, he pushed his two fingers inside her while switching the device inside her on again. Aleksandra moaned around Vlad’s cock. She was so wet. The contrast—her mouth full, her body filled—was too much. Too perfect. Too…

“Please,” Aleks begged. “Make me cum.”

“Is this what you want, princess,” Zane asked with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Yes,” Aleks whispered.

Without warning Zane pushed his cock inside her. Deep. Intentional. Hitting every place inside her that had ached for him during dinner. She didn’t know how it was possible to fit in both, his big cock and the toy, but she couldn’t think at this moment. Only felt the pleasure Zane was giving her.

Her sounds were muffled, hungry

Vlad threaded his fingers through her hair. His hips rose to meet her lips. “God, Aleks…” They were lost in each other—heat, sweat, gasps, rhythm. Zane reached beneath her and rubbed slow, tight circles until her moans turned frantic.

Vlad was close. Zane could feel her tighten.

“Now,” Zane growled.

She came—hard, raw, finally—collapsing forward as Vlad groaned and spilled against her lips, his hands clutching her face. Zane followed him spilling all over her ass. A symphony of pleasure. A moment to be cherished and never forgotten.

Zane held her, stroking her gently as she trembled. He switched off the device and slowly pulled it out of Alek’s dripping pussy. He picked her up and carried her to the couch. Vlad sat on the couch and Zane slowly lowered her head on his lap. He sat next to her feet. All three of them lay tangled on the couch—bodies bare, skin flushed. Their breaths are synced like a tide.

She smiled, eyes closed.

“I kept it in,” she murmured.

Zane laughed softly. “I know, princess. You always do.”

Vlad’s lips brushed her ear. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

She didn’t reply. She didn’t need to.

Below them, music still floated faintly from the ballroom—the polite clinking of champagne glasses, the rustle of evening gowns, the low murmur of the crowd. No one suspected a thing. No one knew that Aleksandra had just let herself be undone by two men who looked like gods and touched her with the utmost hunger and desire a man could have for a woman.

And now, she lay glowing, her pussy still pulsing. The breeze shifted. The skin on her cheeks gleamed like frost. And when she finally opened her eyes—heavy-lidded, dark, ravenous—both men knew she wasn’t done. She would always want more. She was born wanting more. And one day soon, someone else might learn just how far she’ll go to get it. But for now, this moment belonged only to them.

Starlight Sweat

 Red silk crumpled on the floor. And the memory of the way she moaned, not from pain or pleasure alone—but from being seen, completely, and still desired without end. That was the real secret. And it would keep every man who read her story up at night…aching to be the next one invited in.

How to Increase Your Business in the Covid-19 Era

Why you should care

Professional models took a devastating blow when FOSTA-SESTA turned their industry upside down. In a knee jerk reaction, mass amounts of websites shut down. Models  scrambled to replace the .com domain suffixes of their websites with the overseas .ch suffix. They scrubbed their web content of industry-related buzz words and deleted scores of suggestive photos from their galleries. Many models went out of business, including notable advertising forums that served as lifelines to their patrons. Survivors were left scratching their heads, wondering how to stay afloat amid a barren landscape of advertising options. They realized that organic marketing was their only option. Many kicked themselves for not having laid the groundwork for what was now their only salvation in business – organic marketing. Survival of the fittest prevailed. Now, Covid-19 seems to have camped on the heels of FOSTA-SESTA to deliver yet another cruel blow to the livelihoods of ladies and gentlemen across all modeling avenues.

Even with the security of regular clients, models have taken huge losses this year, forced to survive on financial reserves or take civilian jobs – if they could find employment. Devastation has hit hardest those who have neither sown the seeds of marketing nor stashed away funds to safeguard themselves during these barren times. Now, we are experiencing a resurgence of the Corona Virus which could continue until a vaccine is released. How does one protect their health while reassuring clients that it is okay to connect without risking contagion?

Instill trust in your website viewers

While modeling will never die, it relies upon suppliers updating the methods in which new business is generated. Staying ahead of the times with progressive marketing tactics is the way the fittest will survive.

Covid-19 website popup

When a viewer enters your website, they do so with the desire of connecting on some level. However, in this age of uncertainty, he or she may be entering a dark hole of risk. What can be done to re-assure your viewer that their health is safe with you? Consider adding a popup to your website design that ensures your virus-free health status. By the way, if you need a new website, go here.

Don’t under estimate the value of a health certificate

New Covid-19 testing stations are popping up every day. CVS Pharmacy, health clinics and hospitals all offer virus testing and most are free. If you have tested negative for Covid-19, state this in your website popup. What’s more, your contact form might even require test results from your clients. This is a win-win solution and one that will be much appreciated by your new clients.

Ramp up your suitor guidelines

One of the purposes of a contact form is identifying if your potential client meets your guidelines. The CDC (Center for Disease Control) states that folks with underlying medical conditions can be at higher risk of contracting Covid-19. Consider adding these fields to your contact form:

  • What is your age?
  • Do you have any health conditions?
  • Have you displayed any of the following symptoms in the last 14 days (fever, coughing, flu, sore throat)?
  • Have you been tested for Covid-19? If yes, what were the results, my darling?

Some ladies may shy away from including such questions on their contact forms. On the other hand, clients may appreciate this socially responsible approach.

Write responsible content

Now, more than ever, clients want to feel confident about your stellar hygiene. What better way to instill this confidence than with content that addresses the current social climate? Naturally, social distancing does not apply on a date. So how can you ensure your client that he/she is safe in your presence? Content will always be king (or queen, as it were). Need a content makeover? Go here.

Accountable content counts

  • Feature that you offer hand sanitizers upon your date’s arrival.
  • Consider displaying clips of your private space (incall) that is disinfected on a regular basis.
  • Offer packaged, disposable toiletries for a client’s use in the bathroom.
  • State notification of your recent whereabouts (have you avoided crowed spaces such as churches, bars, large gatherings?).

While your content cannot and should not attempt to guarantee that you are Covid-19-free, offering these risk-conscious solutions can instill peace of mind resonating with trust and responsibility.

Get blogging!

Though business might be down on your booking schedule, you can be sure that potential clients continue to peruse the internet for visual satisfaction. Blogging is your communication portal in a world that is increasingly cautious about their health and reluctant to jeopardize their well-being.

Blogging can accomplish so many wonderful things for you and your business. For starters, regular blogging about smart topics will label you as an authority in the eyes of search engines and clients. There will always be looky-loos with no genuine intention of forming any sort of connection with you. But there are always those who look for signs of trust and safety before reaching out. This is the type of client targeted by blogging.

In the world of digital marketing, regular blogging can put your website ‘on the map’ of search results. When a viewer is searching for a provider with your characteristics, websites with relevant content rank higher. Even though that potential suitor may not have any intention of reading an escort blog, he/she may be led to your site simply because it displayed on page one of the search engine. If for no other reason, active blogging should be your go-to tool for digital marketing!

If you’re not a blogging person, or haven’t a clue what to write when you put pen to paper, go here to view our content packages.

Blog about social awareness

In these perilous times, no one wants to contract a virus resulting from the whim of a date. Clients are much more careful these days about who they contact. You can be sure that the model who blogs about social awareness will be far more appealing than the one who does not. Blogging demonstrates her interest in staying informed. It also implies a sense of responsibility which her potential clients will appreciate.

Blog about diet and fitness

As a companion, When was the last time you had a CBC from your health care provider? That’s a ‘complete blood count’ and part of a physical examination. The stronger your health, the more likely you are to resist contracting the virus or a mild case if you are exposed. And if the results of your CBC are favorable, boast away!

Is your diet health conscious? Are you vegetarian or vegan? Do you maintain an organic diet? Are you physically fit with a normal BMI (body mass index)? Any of these lifestyle choices might be found encouraging by the potential suitor exercising precautions before making his way to your contact form.

Offer Zoom dates

If a person’s safest partner is himself or herself, then Zoom is your answer. Put your powerful intimacy skills to work by offering a personable Zoom date. Make sure that you look amazing and that your background is appealing.

Social media remains your portal to new connections

Armed with your newly updated website design, responsible content and informed blog, you have the arsenal necessary to showcase yourself all over social media. Every post should include a back link to your website, citing the subject about which you are posting. For example: you may link back to a blog article that you wrote with a post that mentions a new detox smoothie you discovered and its immune boosting properties. Or perhaps you participate in a virtual power yoga class and have blogged about it. Did you snap a selfie for the article? Include the selfie in your social media post (making sure that you look your best in yoga gear!) and link back to the article. You should certainly post about the new Zoom date that you’re offering with a backlink to your website. Note: always hashtag your physical characteristics.

Not every potential client is going to click on your blog link or even view your post for that matter. But remember that social media comes with powerful search engine optimization. Regular posting could rank you at the top of the Google page, even above your website! This is a very effective tool when potential clients are surfing the web for models that match your physical description.

Make it happen!

During these dubious times, it is imperative to find time in your daily schedule to market yourself. “I don’t have the time’ or “I don’t know how to market myself’ are not excuses. As a professional model, marketing is essential! For those who are unsure how to go about manifesting any marketing tactics or simply need advice, we offer consulting packages as pathways to your success.

We welcome questions! Go here to send us a note and set up a time for a free 10-minute chat.